#notice how he’s drinking in both pictures mhm..

[bjornk1tty]

ive needed him so bad since I was 8

[etherealcelestine]

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 - l.hs

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ lee heeseung x fem!reader

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: you wake up because you were craving some tea that your boyfriend brought home but he suddenly noticed that the bed was empty without you and went to find you

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: fluff, kisses, just pure fluff and nothing more than fluff <3

𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 . . .

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: this is bad since I didn’t have any energy or thoughts to write more so….. enjoy this fast short fic or whatever 😭

YOU never imagined yourself in the moment you were in right now, it was peaceful and quiet, just how you wanted it to be. Heeseung’s arm was draped over your waist as you guys laid in bed, asleep. It was still too early to wake up, the both of you knew that and yet you felt awake, as if your body didn’t want to stay in bed anymore which made you annoyed.

You sighed, shifting slightly on the bed. Trying your hardest not to wake Heeseung up from how peaceful and adorable he looked whilst asleep. His bottom lip sticking a bit out and his hair covering his forehead and being messy. Reaching for your Polaroid camera on your nightstand, you managed to take a photo of his sleeping form and decided to add the photo to your album where the other photos you had taken of him were.

The photo book held some sort of special meaning for you, being able to capture moments of Heeseung you never thought existed. Heeseung never paid any mind to you whenever you took pictures, he loved it. He knew it was a thing you liked to do, keep memories or special moments in pictures to be able to look back to and remember them.

Placing the Polaroid camera carefully back down. You slowly got up and walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs. The two of you lived in a beautiful apartment, a bit too big for the both of you but you guys didn’t mind the extra space that was left. Craving some tea, you boiled hot water and waited patiently.

Heeseung who was still in bed, noticed your absence immediately after you got out of bed. Feeling how cold it felt without your presence and warmth that always somehow lulled him to sleep with a smile on his lips, thinking that he was the happiest man alive.

He groaned softly and sat up, rubbing his eyes as he was still half asleep. Slowly pulling the covers off and standing up, Heeseung stretched before making his way downstairs to find where his girlfriend had gone. Finding her, he slowly made his way over.

A small gasp left you as you were caught off guard by his hand on your stomach and he rested his chin on your shoulder. Heeseung planted a gentle and soft kiss to your neck and you immediately relaxed into his embrace.

“Mhm, you left…” Heeseung murmured, inhaling your scent and it made his eyes flutter close. There was something about the way that you smelled that always made his heart flutter in a way that was unexplained. Vanilla and coconut together with something that just smelled…. you.

“Ah, couldn’t sleep and I was craving some of that delicious tea you brought home with you yesterday.” You responded, your voice soft as you spoke. Heeseung loved how gentle and caring your voice sounded whenever you opened your mouth, it was like music to his ears and something he could never ever get tired of.

Heeseung just hummed against your shoulder, his hands going under your shirt to gently caress your stomach. He placed a kiss on your shoulder before moving away, not wanting to be too clingy as he watched you prepare your tea. You grabbed another cup and prepared it before handing it to him.

“Here, I know you need it too since you quit drinking coffee.” Heeseung smiled at your words and took the cup from you before you followed him to the couch and sat down. The cup’s laid on the coffee table to cool down a bit.

Heeseung wrapped his arm around you and brought you against his chest, placing a kiss on your forehead as he enjoyed your presence and weight that was leaning onto him for support. You didn’t need to turn on the tv or strike up a conversation with him. You two enjoyed just sitting in silence, against each other. It spoke way more words than talking, showing that you both felt secure and safe in the silence and just each other’s presence.

[scudslut]

Fiending for Daryl x F!reader at the point where they're super domestic and sexually comfortable with each other. Like making jokes like "I'll do that thing you like if you take Dog for a walk ;)" and just being super teasing and playful with each other

lazy mornings w/ daryl

daryl x f!reader

wc: 1k

warnings: teasing, slight allusions to sex, mdni

a/n: omfg i adored this idea. thinking about daryl finally super comfortable with you, able to relax and just be himself is just🥹 i hope this is close to what you wanted!! i kinda got carried away in my imagination with this one lol. alsooo, i have a few other requests i’m working on, i promise i’m not skipping anyone’s i just take forever to write:,)

daryl would absolutely love to tease you. he just loved to see that little spark flash in your eyes, reminding him that you want him and he has you.

he was incredibly shy initiating anything sexual during the first couple years of your relationship. and still to this day it’s not often that he’ll outright vocalize his lust, but rather use his actions and subtle, playful remarks that’ll have you ready to pounce on him the first moment you get. the little sanctuary you call home is his favorite place in the world, and it was only ever you who got to see this goofy, mischievous side of him.

and he found he couldn’t help himself, watching you around the house, so casual and domesticated.

you’d play quiet music often on the little record player he’d found, hair tied up in some messy knot, loose shorts and a small t-shirt the only things adorning your soft skin as you read, or cooked, or whatever hobby was interesting you at the time. it brought out intense feelings inside of him, ones he never imagined he’d ever feel and it almost made him giddy. so happy he could provide that safety for you to simply be, and ravenously hungry to devour you whole any chance he got.

it must’ve been sometime in early may he figured. the sun was bright in the sky no later than 6am the past few weeks. mornings still brisk but afternoons hot and nearing swim-worthy. you both rose late that day, having spent a little extra time in bed where the light flooded through the cabin windows, glowing across fluffy sheets and warm skin, simply too soothing to move from right away. he always woke before you and always had to drink you in for a while, admiring how the sun danced through the strands of your wild hair across the pillows. your chest rose so fluently and calmly it made his own tight. he’d ingrain that picture deep in his memory; your vibrant, lively body something he’d protect till his last dying breath.

you had a leg propped outside the blankets, tossed close to his body subconsciously and he brought his fingers to the soft skin of your exposed thigh, painting invisible shapes. it only took a few minutes before you started mumbling sleepily as he dragged them upwards, towards your inner thigh.

“mmm, good morning,” you breathed softly, eyes still shut but a lazy smile gracing your features.

“mornin' sunshine,” he drawled, leaning down to press light kisses over his artwork. “sleep alright?”

“mhm, you?”

he nodded against your skin. he always slept well next to you, especially now he had you all to himself; your little hole in the woods providing much-needed peace and solitude after all the years without. just you, dog, and acres of tall green trees.

speaking of which, he noticed the door creaking open behind him as he placed more nips and kisses, paws padding across the wooden floors at the sound of your voices finally awake.

his tongue dragged up, grazing over the hem of your panties. your hips shifted beneath him as you moaned softly. “can we make it an agreement that you always wake me up like this?” you gasped when his hands joined in, massaging your plush hips with strong hands.

he snorted at that, “i already always do.”

“mm, right,” you muttered quickly distracted as your hands found purchase on his soft brown locks. your morning brain never failed to amuse him. you’d mutter nonsense half asleep, sure to barely remember when you fully came too.

his fingers were just slipping under the waistband when dog whimpered quietly behind you both. a smirk cast over his face, already hearing your whines of dismay at what he was about to do.

“think somebody needs a mornin' walk,” he pulled away with a kiss to the little bow at the hem. a low groan followed in suit just as he expected and he chuckled slightly.

“D… just a few more minutes.”

but he was already dragging his body off the mattress, grabbing a random strewn shirt and pulling it over his head.

“such a tease, dixon,” he heard from the bed, turning to see you propped up with a phony pout. the corners of his eyes crinkled in a grin at your state, hair wild from sleep, and cheeks flushed pink.

“how bout this,” he bargained, leaning back down to peck your ankle and slowly up your calf. “we take him out quickly, and then i’ll bring ya right back here and let ya have yer way with me… sound fair?”

he watched as you feigned contemplation.

“come on, look at that face,” he pointed to dog, who sat patiently at the foot of the bed, tail wagging.

“never thought i’d get cockblocked by a dog, but, alas,” you sighed, trying your best to cover the grin on your face.

daryl bent over, shielding dog's ears. “hey! he can hear ya y’know,” and there was so more hiding your grin, giggles escaping your lips in fit.

he’d never seen you move so fast after that, speedily throwing on a top that barely covered your ass and rushing to the front door.

“come on doggy boy! your dad and i have a date, we gotta make this quick,” you mused loudly through the house, dog chasing after you.

he couldn’t help but shake his head in laughter, following after his family blissfully. this was definitely his favorite place in the world.

sorry i’m so cheesy byyee❤️

[figsnpassionfruits]

Just a Touch

rq: "ok ok ok, hear me out, touchy feely reader who just looks at Logan’s muscles until they get comfortable enough to ask him if they can touch them? Bonus, they are SUUUPER giggly the whole time." a/n: this is super short but I hope you like it!! ty for requesting <33 also look at that picture omfg im melting word count: 514 tags: logan howlett x fem!reader (can be read as gn!), fluff dividers by: @strangergraphics-archive pictures are from pinterest

The way this man looked was just unfair. His build truly seemed to be like one of a kind. No matter how hard you tried, it was never possible to hide the way you would look at him. His muscles, seemingly crafted by whatever kind of power the universe had, were all your gaze could linger on.

And he knew.

He would notice.

He would notice whenever your eyes stayed on him for a second longer than they were supposed to. He would notice the way you would immediately look away once he turned to you. And he would notice the way you would squirm. He knew all of it.

It just was more fun to allow you to.

Catching a glimpse of him after a mission was surely a sight for sore eyes. His muscles pumped up from the physical aspect of it as well as his sweat making them glisten in any sort of lighting.

Yes, that was your favourite.

“Like what you see, princess?” He asked.

Not noticing that you were staring for too long, as always, you gulped once, blinking a few times too many and too fast to seem natural. “Yea- I- just lost in thought.”

Logan playfully huffed at your response before leaning his hip against the counter you were seated on, taking a sip from his beer bottle. He had a cocky grin on his face, being sure of the effect he had on you.

Gosh, even just by lifting his arm to bring the liquid to his mouth his muscles would tense. Perhaps he was doing that on purpose but right now it did not matter. He looked good and he damn right knew it.

“Logan?”

“Mhm.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

You looked down at your feet once, letting them dangle in the air. After fidgeting with your fingers for just a split second you looked back up, meeting his eyes right away. Another beat of silence occurred before you spoke up. “Can I- uh- I really want to touch you.”

Locked cocked a brow at your sentence, yet before he could react you interrupted him immediately.

“No! Not like that! I mean- you’re just super muscly and I- I was just wondering how they feel and I kind of really want touch them just to know.” You rambled, not realizing how fast your speech was.

Not sure how to react, Logan just kept his eyebrow up, suppressing the little smile that was forming on his face as your talking sped up. It was adorable to him as much as it was funny.

And you were not sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Sure, darlin’.” He mumbled and moved an arm of his toward you, taking another sip from his drink and acting unbothered about your innocent request.

As your fingers roamed over his muscle, you could not help but let out a silent giggle, mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ right after you did.

Logan chuckled at that, raising both his eyebrows after a few second. “You done?”

“Not really…”

🍯

[goaskangel]

making a movie with shiu + toji !! part one

cw : pure smut, toji n shiu being total pervs, recording, slapping, extremely gross

you couldn’t understand what they had in common. they got along so well but you still find it hard to believe that shiu kong and toji fushiguro would hang out with each other on purpose. let alone work together as managers. shiu being so work focused and smooth. toji being aggressive and competitive, but they were both cocky. constantly cackling at their inside jokes and whistling at the women passing by on their matching breaks, it’s surprising they actually got work done. 

absolutely no shame behind their sly eyes when they flirt with you, the woman they hired. after befriending you, the small line they, unusually, didn’t cross was practically nonexistent. toji would twirl your hair mid conversation at the front, empty counter at work. shiu casually sliiiiding behind you at the tight space in the staff-only back, hands on hips. 

treating you so so nice by driving you around, giving you the extra bonus just ‘cause, taking you out for drinks. they like that especially, seeing you get super bubbly. soo dizzy, you most definitely won’t notice the bulge in shiu’s pants, or how toji has to readjust himself through his sweats.

so when you find yourself in bed, massaging your dull cunt with your vibe, unable to get anywhere near close, you scroll through your phone, getting bored of whichever social you were on but jumping slightly when your phone vibrates. 

the screen delays by a few before you read ‘mr. manager #2.’

mmm, toji. 

you sit up and answer the call, “hi, what’s up?”

“hey, sweets. me and kong thought we should stop by.”

huh? stop by? “why? did i leave something in his car again?”

it sounds like he laughs away from his phone, “no, no. not again. was wonderin’ if you wanted to do the thing you always wanted.”

the hell is he talking about? “what thing?” 

“about making a movie.” 

right, okay. “...when did i say that?” you held your phone with both hands.

“aw, she doesn’t remember. at the bar. told me and kong you’ve always wanted to.”

there’s no way, you think to yourself. no way you could’ve gotten so drunk that you can’t remember what you said to your managers. what else could you have told them?

“you there, honey?” 

“yeah, yeah.” you get up, pushing your things in the bedside drawer and hastily pulling your shorts up. 

“mhm, right then. we’re pulling up. don’t fall asleep on us now.” he says bye, followed by the sound of a car drifting. you stare at the screen for a while, walking to the front near the door. it hit you, toji and shiu are coming over to your place to make a movie. straight up admitting to wanting to record fucking their employee. 

the doorknob rattles before being properly knocked on, how long had you been standing and day-dreaming for? you walk to the door and open it.

greeted with dressed down, casual men. toji slightly taller, more buff considering he was wearing a very nice tank and his beefy arms were out. shiu dressed a little more appropriately, but still incredibly good looking. a big black camera in his right hand. you’re too distracted to notice it first until it snaps a picture right at your face,

“pretty, pretty. we’ll see how ya look after we’re done with you, huh, doll?” 

“you know i don’t even remember saying anything.”

“lemme remind you then,” toji says, walking past you inside to the living room, shiu following. you sigh at their intrusion before closing and locking the door behind you. 

“hmmm, ya mentioned it a few times. ‘i’ve fantasized about being recorded with two guys on me.’ ain’t that oddly specific?” he chuckles at his own mockery of a drunken-you.

“people say a lot of crap while they’re drunk.”

“yeah, but you still let us in.”

“yeah, what’s it gonna be, doll?” shiu squints as he adjusts the camera’s focus and zoom before cleaning the lens with his shirt, lifting it and revealing his toned body. pudge to his stomach, a trail of black hair down his middle. you gulp as you shift in your now seat on the couch, toji towering over you. his big hands resting on his slim waist. god, this really does feel like a porno. the desperate high you’ve been trying to reach finally throbs behind your panties. “make you feel real good. satisfy all those needs you told us about.” he steps closer, twirling the hair out of your face, gently stroking his big fingertips on your jaw. he notices the slightly confused look through your dazed expression.

“like havin’ two cocks in your mouth,” he squeezes your cheeks with three fingers, making you pout, “getting pushed around. hold you down. a little spanking.” a smile tugs at your lip.

“yeah? ya like that sound of that?” he teasingly slaps your face gently. 

“mm, mhm.” so pathetic, you think to yourself. you are most definitely not watching this back. that is if they even give you the tape, sickos might just keep it for themselves. 

“yeah, toj’, slap her ‘round some more.” a black lens focuses on you as toji holds your face in his hands, giving you a few practice taps before slapping you with a hefty hand. you whine at the impact and squeeze your eyes shut as he lands another. 

“open y’er eyes, pretty thing. keep ‘em on me.” his strong fingers going down to grip your throat. your hesitant eyes open to find a sly, sly grin on his scarred lip. his dazed eyes holding malicious intent. “you like the contact, i know you do.” petting the hair out of your face, dragging his palms down to your shoulders, then torso. he lifts you up just to push you down to your knees, still petting you as you’re met with his bulge in your face.

“go ahead, girl. take toji’s cock out.”

a/n...HIIIII PART TWO COMING SOON I HOPE U ENJOYED!!!! read my other stuff while i pull pt 2 out of my ass xoxo!

masterlist

[mintseung]

School Boyfriend —L.H.S

⑅ Pairings LeeHeeseung! X fem!reader

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG Who accidentally threw a basketball at your head, and the second you both looked each other in the eye, he fell in love with your beauty.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG Who tried to approach you the next day to apologize, but the real reason was that he wanted to talk to you.

"H-hey," Heeseung stammered as he gently tapped your shoulder, hoping to catch your attention. "Uh, hi?" you replied, turning to face him with a curious expression. "I'm really sorry about yesterday at the school gym," he apologized sincerely, offering you an ice pack to ease any lingering discomfort.

"It's okay, honestly, it's not a big deal," you reassured him with a warm smile as you accepted the ice pack. "Uh, what if I make it up to you by taking you out somewhere?" Heeseung asked tentatively, his nerves palpable as he looked down at his shoes, his heart pounding louder than ever.

"Oh, okay. Where do you have in mind?" you responded, intrigued and smiling encouragingly.

"Well, there's this newly opened café just close to our school," he suggested, trying to contain his excitement despite the grin that threatened to spread across his face.

"Mhm, sounds great," you agreed, closing your locker. "I'll see you then." With a final smile, you turned and walked away, leaving Heeseung with a mixture of relief and anticipation swirling in his chest.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who spent hours in his closet, meticulously searching for the perfect outfit. He tried on various combinations, each time glancing at himself in the mirror, practicing the best smile to greet you. He rehearsed how to speak confidently in front of you, wanting every word to be just right.

Turning to the internet for guidance, he searched for "how to act like a gentleman in front of your crush," absorbing tips and tricks. Seeking reassurance, he also consulted his friends, gathering advice on how to make a lasting impression.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who walks you back to your house.

While walking, Heeseung noticed an ice cream shop on your way back home. "Hey, want some ice cream?" he asked, looking at you with hope in his eyes, wishing that you would say yes. "Oh, sure! Thank you!" you replied with a smile.

"Here you go," he said, smiling as he handed you the ice cream.

"Wow, mint chocolate chip?! How did you know I love this flavor!" you exclaimed, smiling widely. "You mentioned it to me a while ago while we were eating," he said, chuckling softly.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG Who loves waiting for you after class so the two of you can walk home together.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who comes with you in the library to study together.

"Baby~" he pouted beside you, "I need kisses to make my brain function," he whined, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Hee, We're in a public place," you glared at him.

"I don't care," he interrupted before grabbing your chin and kissing you passionately. You gently pushed him away and hit his shoulder while looking around. "God, Lee Heeseung," you exclaimed, catching his eye with a smirk.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG Who sends you food in your classroom if you don't come out for lunch.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who puts a picture of you in his I.D letting people know he's taken.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who gets really clingy when he drinks to much.

"I love you so much" heeseung giving you a bunch of kisses in your face.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who gives you his jersey so you won't be worried girls will come over him.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who holds your things even tho you didn't asked him to.

SCHOOL BOYFRIEND HEESEUNG who helps you with your homework whenever you don't know how to answer it.

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 8

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Daniel Ricardo x norris!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

NOT PROOFREAD 😬

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yn

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yn kika didn’t like her picture so she forbid me to post ours, had to replace it w a pic of me 😔

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danielriccardo I don’t see anyone complaining 👀

pierregasly Riccardo. Careful.

danielriccardo I didn’t mean it like that and you know it! 😬

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user can daniel fight??

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user the better norris

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yn you heard the people. Need me to spell it out for you??

landonorris 🙄🙄

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“Can we talk for a moment?” Daniel says from the couch. You turn to him, take your drink and sit down “Sure. What about?” “Us”

You nod “We couldn’t really talk about everything last night, which is okay. I mean we were both tired and all” He starts.

“I just need to know.. Do you like me or am I really just the rebound?” He looks at you, hoping you wouldn’t say what he dreaded would be the answer.

You scrunch your eyebrows together “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is this? I don’t want you to let me fall once Fewtrell decides he wants you regardless of Lando. I need to know now so I can walk away. I need to walk away if that could happen.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and set down your drink “Daniel.” You look at him “I..” You sigh “You’re-“ Like in every other inconvenient moment, your doorbell rings “Oh for fucks sake” You get up and open the door.

“Oh. Max.” “Hey, uhm lando told me to come pick something up for him?” You nod “It’s a gift for a friends birthday. Come in” You lead him into the living room where Daniel sits.

Max nods and so does Daniel. “I’ll be right back. No stupid stuff” You point at Max “Why are you pointing at me?” He raised his hands “Because I don’t trust you” You squint your eyes “Don’t move.Ill be right back” You make your way to your bedroom.

Max sways on his feet, eyes wandering around the room. Daniel stares at him.

“It’s unfair” Daniel says coldly “Hm?” Max looks at him “She likes you and you treat her like crap. I want to give her the world and she’ll probably still choose you”

Max looks at him for a moment “You don’t know anything, Riccardo” “Don’t I?” “No you don’t. Otherwise you would say shit like that.” Daniel scoffs “Oh yeah? You keep acting like she doesn’t exist or makes it painful to be in her presence”

“It’s painful to be in your presence, not hers.”Max says, looking away from the australian.

“What have I done to you? You’re the one who rejected her.”

“In both of our better interest. Lando would’ve never spoken to her again.Do you even know how many times he told everyone how off limits she was? They’re each others person. I’m not taking that from them just because..just..” Max sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Because you loved her since she did.” Max looks at Daniel again but doesn’t move any more than that.

Silence filled the room, the two men are so busy staring at each other that they don’t notice you standing in the doorway. You don’t move, eyes locked on max.

“Here’s the package.” You say quietly, stepping towards Max. They both look at you in shock. Max starts to speak “Don’t. Please go.” He nods “See you” Max looks at Daniel and then at you before walking out.

You sigh and turn to Daniel “Did you have to do that?” He looks at you but doesn’t say anything “I think you should go too.” “Yn please” “No. You want an honest answer? I still like Max, yes. Doesn’t mean I don’t like you but if the possibility was there, I’d chose him.”

Daniel looks away for a moment “It happened so fast that I didn’t pull myself out of whatever we are. But this whole ‘I’m better than you’ thing? I’m not doing that. If this is how you act around Max it’s just a matter of time until Lando catches wind of it and I can’t have that.” Daniel gets up “Please, I would never tell Lando”

“Please go, Daniel. We can be friends, but we won’t work out romantically.” You say dryly. In his eyes is a flash of hurt “I need you to go, now.” He nods, gets his things and leaves.

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yn added to their story

[cap 1: 🧡🧡 | cap 2: My new private chef btw]

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“So what happened?” Lando leans on the kitchen Island while Carlos is collecting all the ingredients and tools he needs.

“I threw daniel out and..I broke off whatever it was between us” You say, still sounding unsure “What? Why? I mean it just started” “I..He’s not.. We wouldn’t work. We’ve got different expectations and.. I can’t live up to his. And that’s okay.” You say, now watching carlos pour in some flour.

“Well, if that’s what’s right for you, then that’s good” Carlos says, which Lando agrees to “This was way to fast paced” You say, leaning on your hand. Carlos looks up at you “That’s what it looked like from the outside too, sorry” You shake your head.

“Don’t be sorry, Carlos. It’s the truth.” Carlos nods and continues his pancake recipe. Lando looks at you “But you’re okay? Or do you want a hug?” “I always want hugs” You smile and open your arms. He chuckled and pulled you into his embrace “Yeah, as you used to say, you’re olaf”

You chuckle “I am! I love hugs!” Carlos chuckled at you two “There’s not a thing in the world that would ever break you two apart” You look at Carlos, who smiles.

“Well I hope not. Who’s gonna make ads for quadrant?” Lando asked teasingly. You slap his arm which he laughs at “I’m joking, i’m joking stop hitting me!” He pulls your wrists down and laughs.

“Asshole” “You love me” “I sadly do, yea” Carlos chuckled “Never ever changed.” He says as he pours the pancake mix into the pan.

Lando’s arm stays around you “You know I just want you to be happy, right?” You nod “Yeah, of course” “I don’t care who you’re with, you’re my sister” You nod again and Carlos eyes you both. You take a mental note of carlos look.

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danielriccardo added to their story

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pierregasly already going back??

danielriccardo smth came up

pierregasly okay okay

maxverstappen1 keep your head up, it’ll be fine

danielriccardo I know, I get it. Don’t worry abt me ;)

maxverstappen1 💙

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A few days later you’re sitting in Landos apartment, Max sits on the other couch next to yours. Lando quickly went down to get your ordered food.

“I’m sorry” Max says, looking at you. You look up from your phone “What?” “For the daniel thing.” “He started it, Max” “I should’ve ignored him then” You shake your head “I may wouldn’t have told him to leave if it wasn’t for you. I..we would’ve never worked out for long.”

Max nods “Peace?” You smile “Probably easier, no?” He nods “Probably” Lando walks in with the food and sets it’s down on the table.

“I see you’re both still alive, that’s good” “We just decided on peace.” Lando’s eyes widen “Really? So.. no more fighting?” You chuckle “Well try” Lando nods “Okay, that’s good” You smile and look down before taking the food that lando hands you.

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this is so short AND late but I had to scrap the other version and I still don’t like this but.. you’ll have to live with it.

Next part will be longer ☝️

[thechaoticplayer]

hellllllo I am back yet again with another request because that was toooooooooooo good Do you mind doing a smut story about Ukimama and his harem? I feel like it would be fun to read lmao

Totally ok if you don’t feel like taking it up tho 💜 love your work 💜💜💜

Authors note: I got you bruv finally getting to this days later bc I forgot how to write a plot Summary: Uki and his beloved harem decide to hang out at the bar. However, Shoto gets jealous of Fufu-chan because he keeps hogging all of Uki-mama's attention that bitch Contains: tipsy guys flirting, suggestive content, alcohol, is a story that contains some sexual content 🔞 kinda short bc wtf am I doing again Pairing: Top!Uki Violeta x Bottom!Shoto (since I did Psyborg last time and also I want an excuse to make ukimama a top) Minors dni or dont idgaf

Uki laughs, a melodious sound as he props his chin on his hand. Club music plays in the background and chatter is all around them. His eyes sparkle playfully. "Oh? Fufu-chan, you're too cute."

"That may be so, but you're much cuter, Ukiki," Fulgar replies smoothly, a finger tracing the rim of his shot glass. The three sit at the bar, the bartenders whirling around and mixing drinks with ease.

"I feel like I'm third wheeling," Shoto laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

"You are," Fulgar practically chirps, winking at Shoto.

"Don't be a bitch," Uki reprimands gently, slapping Fulgar's arm affectionately. "I enjoy being with you both equally."

"yeah, jackass," Shoto retorts. The two males stop punching each other's arm, honestly just being men and it makes Uki laugh. It was cute how the two of them fight for Uki's attention every time they hang out. He watches them with a smile on his lips.

"Let's settle this. I bet Uki likes being with me more!" Fulgar takes Uki's hand, gently pulling him to his feet. Uki, surprised, lets him. "Let's dance, Ukiki!"

"Dance?" Uki echoes, a bit nervous. "I guess I can drop it down low but-"

Fulgar pulls Uki close, an arm wrapped around Uki's waist. "Oh, I bet you can."

"Hey!" Shoto calls as Fulgar guides the Psychic to the dance floor. The demon slayer grumbles, "This cocksucker." He swigs another drink, slams it down on the table and pushes past the dancing masses to follow them.

Fulgar is dancing like an absolute lunatic and even doing the Robot. Uki relaxes with a giggle, going with the flow of the upbeat music. He looks up at Fulgar who gazes down at him with soft eyes with his shit-eating grin.

It seemed like the world zoomed in on just these two, the Psychic and the Cyborg.

That is, until the Demon Slayer entered the picture.

A hand catches Uki's wrist and drags him elsewhere. Uki glances to see who it, about ready to bitch slap the person who thought I was a good idea to interrupt. He paused, realizing it was Shoto, brows furrowed and a slight pout to his lips.

'Oh?' Uki thinks, a smirk curling. 'Someone's jealous.'

Shoto drags him to a couch and plops down, tugging on Uki's sleeve. Uki obediently sits next to him, crossing his legs and turning to Shoto, eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Shoto mutters, refusing to look Uki in the eye. "I didn't want to be by myself."

"So you dragged me away from Fulgar?" Uki knew better, since he was a Psychic and all.

"He's not even that cool anyway," Shoto argues, finally looking at Uki. His facial expression screamed 'Jealousy!' Uki found it absolutely adorable, nodding at Shoto with a low 'mhm.' "Motherfucker thinks hes so much better! Smug asshole. I'm a way better-" He shuts himself up.

"You're a way better what?" Uki presses, tilting his head with a smirk.

"Nothing, nothing." He waves Uki away, avoiding his gaze yet again. His cheeks are flushed, Uki noticed. Was it from the alcohol? Or was it from something else?

"You bastard," an accented voice chuckles, separating the two as he sits himself right in the middle. "Stole my Ukiki away from me."

"He's not yours," Shoto counters, wagging a finger at him. "Hes mine."

"Oh my, two hot guys fighting over me. Must be a dream come true," Uki teases.

"It's because you're so beautiful Uki."

"Lay off the compliments, you stupid junk of metal."

"Go back to hunting demons because that's the only thing you're good at."

"Go back to being a fucking microwave."

They're obviously just messing with each other, albeit Uki noted the slight bite in each comment. If he didn't do anything, they'd probably be dancing with each other with a shard of broken glass at the other's throat.

With a exasperated sigh, Uki stands up, a hand on his cocked hip. "We didn't come here to bitch at each other. Let's get a couple more drinks to loosen up."

Shoto nods. "Yeah, you're right Uki."

"I'm always right. And as you are a part of my harem, you should obey what I say."

"Yes sir." Fulgar salutes goofily.

So the trio goes back to the bar, and the bartender welcomes with three small shot glasses. Each order a type of alcohol they desire and she quickly obliges, pouring at the speed of light before serving the next customer.

"Damn, being a bartender seems kind of crazy," Shoto observes, sipping. "So many customers at once."

"Yeah," Uki agrees, eyeing the lines of alcohol behind the bar. "Theres so many options, what if they screw up the order?"

"Serve it to another, perhaps," Fulgar replies. "It doesn't seem all that hard."

"Then why don't you help them out?" Shoto muses with a grin.

"Why don't you, dog boy?"

"I'll say this one more time: I am not a dog boy! Only sometimes."

"But you're my dog boy, aren't you Shoto?" Uki coos, a hand resting on Shoto's thigh. He twitches, a furious blush on his face.

"Only sometimes," Shoto repeats, refusing o admit it fully. What a tsundere. Such a brat to answer a simple question. Not a very good dog.

Uki cups Shoto's face, squishing his cheeks with a smile. "Come on, you can do better than that, handsome. Say it."

"Say you're a good puppy," Fulgar adds with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Shoto flips him off.

"I'm a demon slayer! not a dog!"

"Stop being such a bitch and say it, or I'll put a leash on you right now," Uki threatens, a sly look on his face now.

Shoto glances between Uki and Fulgar, realizing there was no way of escaping this. He groans, embarrassed, because they want him to say this in a public area? They really wanted to humiliate him. For some odd reason, Uki ordering him to do something like that kind of turned him on, which he internally slapped himself for because what the fuck?

He mumbles, "'m your good puppy."

"What?" Fulgar raises his voice, a hand around his ear. "The music is too loud, you'll have to speak up!"

Asshole. He's too much like his LAM brother.

Shoto inhales and locks eyes with Uki. He yells, "I'm your good puppy!" And immediately regrets it. The people near them turn to see, giving strange looks. God, why does this happen to him? His cheeks are literally ablaze right now.

Uki swipes his thumb over Shoto's lip approvingly. "Good boy."

Holy. Shit.

Shoto jerks his face away, positioning himself so his back faced them as they cackled. He cross his legs and yanks down his shirt over the growing bulge in his jeans. If either of them saw, the demon slayer would probably never hear the end of it. Shoto got hard because the Psychic called him a good boy! Breaking news!

Shoto drains his glass before rising to his feet suddenly. Without turning, he rushes his words out, "imma go use the bathroom be right back-" And retreated to the mens' room. Where he could relieve himself because boy the friction from the jeans were not helping. And it wouldn't be so obvious once he... releases. Although when Shoto thought about it, on his way to the restroom, was even more humiliating. Hopefully no one would question? they shouldn't. He was mainly concerned about any of the other guys hearing what he was doing. Shoto would off himself if started hearing word going around about some guy jerking off in the bar's bathroom. And probably even get the manager in there. If the manager was a guy. Or if they even cared because a lot of things happen at bars. Crazy things.

Okay, Shoto just went on a whole ass tangent. Calm down. it isnt that serious.

Shoto maneuvers around some drunk men laying on the floor, probably recovering his guts before wobbling out the door. Surprisingly, there wasn't a lot of men in the bathroom. He figured since everyone was drinking, they'd either be pissing or throwing up. Shoto spied an empty stall and closed the door behind him.

Closing the toilet and avoiding looking in its contents, Shoto sat and sighed heavily. Was he really going to do this? Yes, yes he was. He could feel the buzz underneath his skin as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his feet along with his underwear, his erection literally straight up. Simple two words got him so worked up.

He wraps a hand around himself and lets out a small noise before biting his lip to silence himself. Sheesh, he was extra sensitive. Probably from the alcohol? The demon slayer could sense no one was left in the restroom at the moment, but he had to hurry.

Pumping his fist up and down his cock, he thought about Uki being the one jerking him off, whispering into his ear how well he was doing for him. That he was being such a good boy. Shoto's head leans back, eyelids fluttering as soft whimpers escape past his lips. His small "a-ah"s echoed throughout the bathroom. He was closing in on his release, going faster and just shamelessly moaning at this point. Shoto cums all over his hand and he pants, hand pausing at the base of his dick for a moment. He collects his breaths, wiping off the semen with a crappy piece of toilet paper, and zipping himself up.

Shoto flushes it down the toilet, regaining his composure and opening the stall door. However, he was not expecting to be shoved back in the stall and was about to punch whoever wanted a fight.

"U-Uki?" Shoto asked, shocked as the Psychic entered the stall with him. Uki locked the door behind them and approached Shoto with lustful eyes. "Hey, w-wait a second-"

"Now now, Shoto, were those pretty moans yours?" Uki purrs, tracing a finger down from Shoto's chest to his stomach. Shoto shivered without meaning to, and he felt the tips of his ears go red. "It sounded like you. I came in here to check up on you, but you were whimpering and moaning like a slut."

Shoto swallows. "I-I can explain-"

Uki smashes his lips with Shoto's. He palms the demon slayer's growing erection (again) and Shoto can't help but moan into the kiss. Unzipping the jeans, Uki pulls out Shoto's cock and starts rubbing the tip, pre-cum leaking out little by little.

"Already so hard for me, mm?" Uki murmurs after breaking the kiss to stare at Shoto's angry red tip. He traces a vein with his nail and Shoto whines in his throat. "Shh, be a good boy and let me make you feel good again, yeah?"

And here the Psychic was, overstimulating the poor man. Shoto had to hold onto Uki's shoulders to hold himself upright as he basically rutted himself into Uki's hand. Beautiful whimpers spilling out of him, Uki kisses down his neck, praising him for doing so great. Shoto came twice already, breathing hard and legs quivering.

"Such a brat," Uki tsks. "If you behave, I'll help you tonight. Is it a deal?"

"Yes," Shoto breathes with an obedient nod.

"Good boy. Let's clean you up, yeah?"

Fulgar watched the two walk towards him, a brow raised in question. "The hell took you two so long? Yall fucking in there or somethin'?"

Shoto awkwardly laughs, like oh yeah Uki totally didn't just play with me like I was his toy as Uki snorted.

"I wish. He just had to throw up a couple drinks," Uki answers smoothly.

"Lightweight," Fulgar chuckles.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Alright you two. Why don't we go back on the dance floor?" Uki suggests, seizing both their wrists and pulling them to the dance floor.

"As you wish, darling," Shoto and Fulgar say in unison. They side eye each other.

"Bitch boy."

"Cunt."

Uki rolls his eyes, a smile painted on his lips. He locks eyes with Shoto for a moment, and it turns into a smirk. Shoto looks elsewhere, face pink.

He was not surviving the night, was he?

[fuyuu-chan]

In the Cat Café with Him

Pairing: Ayato Kamisato x Reader

AU: Modern, a lil smau at the end

Genre: Fluff

Sypnosis: You and Ayato go to a Cat Café and spend the rest of the day there together

A/N: I've got this idea and I wanted to write a fic about it so here it is! ... I hope you guys enjoy it!

You and Ayato walk hand-in-hand into the Cat Café, the scent of freshly roasted espresso in the air. You both find a table in the second floor near the window and set up your laptops, getting ready for a productive day.

As you type away on your keyboards, you can't help but steal glances at Ayato. He's so focused on his work, and yet he looks so relaxed and content. You find yourself smiling, feeling lucky to be able to share this moment with him and work beside him.

As the day goes on, you both continue to work on your laptops, occasionally taking breaks to get some drinks and order snacks from the menu. You both seem to be in a groove, with the only sound in the room being the clack of keys and the occasional hum of the coffee machine.

As you take a breaks, you guys talk about some stuff.

"So how's your work going?" you asked Ayato as you looked at him.

"It's good, how about you?" Ayato said smiling at you.

"It's pretty good, anyways should we get a snack, i'm kinda getting hungry" you said as you suggest to get something to eat.

"That's good to hear, and yes, i'll go get us something to eat, what would you like to get?" Ayato said agreeing at your suggestion.

"Hmmm, I guess i'll get (snack name)"

"Alright, then i'll be back"

"Okay!" you said while smiling at him.

As Ayato goes downstairs to the counter to get the snacks, you saw the cats and wanted to play with them for a while

As you get up to your seat, you grab your phone so you can take pictures of the cats, you lay on the carpet they have and as soon as you sat at the carpet two cats came close to you, the other cat immediately goes to your lap, it has with white fur and blue eyes

"Oh hii" you said as you get surprised because the cat is on your lap right now

"Come here" you said to the other cat with orange fur and gray eyes as you tap the floor to come close to you

When the cat see you tapping at your floor, it goes to you immediately

"You guys are soo adorablee" you said as you touch their fur and pat them at their heads, you take your phone and take picture of them

You saw a toy beside you so you take it and started playing with the both cats

You didn't notice that while you are playing with the cats, Ayato is already setting the snacks at your table and as he saw you playing with the cats, he softly smiled at you seeing you having fun with them.

You only noticed him when he sat next to you

"Oh! Ayato you are here already" you said looking at him surprised

"Mhm, There isn't much people at the counter so I got to order immediately, the snacks is on our table" he said as he looked at you smiling

"It also seems like you are having fun with the cats"

"Of course I am! They're soo adorablee and oh I took some pictures of them" you said looking cheerfully at him and excited

"I see, i'm glad you are happy" he said softly smiling at you

"You should play with them too! Here!" you said to him while handing him the toy so he can play with the cats too

"Hmmm? Me?" he said as he look at you slightly surprised.

"Yeah! It's fun" you said.

"Okay" he took the toy and when cats saw the toy at him they immediately come to him and started playing at them.

He looks like he's having fun too as you him smiling while playing with the cats, you can't help but softly smile while you watch him enjoying himself playing with the cats

"You're right it is fun playing with them" he said as he looks at you

"Told you" you said.

You guys play with the cats for a while until you need to go back to your seats to work again

You guys go back to work again while you eat the snacks that you ordered.

As the evening approaches, you both realize that you haven't eaten a meal and only ate snacks since you came to the Cat Café. You decide to take a break and head to the restaurant. The restaurant is beautiful, with soft lighting and cozy atmosphere. You choose a table outside in the terrace, and as you both order your food, you can't help but feel grateful to be in this moment with Ayato.

"The view is beautiful" you said as you look at the view in awe.

"I agree" he said as he also looks at the view.

Over dinner, you both share your thoughts on the work you've been doing, discussing the challenges you've faced and the successes you've achieved while doing your works. You both finish your meals satisfied and happy, feeling like you've had a perfect day together.

"You know love, I feel more productive and I enjoy my day more when I spend my day with you, I think we should do this more often like working together beside each other" Ayato said looking at you softly.

"I know, I feel the same thing too, maybe do this again every week?" you said agreeing to what Ayato said.

"Whatever you say love" he said smiling at you.

As the night falls, you both walk back to the Cat Café, feeling a sense of contentment that only comes from spending time with someone you love and care about. You continue to work for a while longer, chatting and sharing stories, before finally calling it a night and heading home.

"We should definitely come back here again" Ayato said.

"Indeed! because not only their foods and drink are delicious but the cats here are sooo cuteee too!!" You said definitely agreeing to Ayato.

"I agree, I enjoyed playing with them too" he said.

"Me too!" you said.

As you two leave the Cat Café to go home, you both can tell that the both of you definitely enjoy this day, you have fun and happy to be with each other's company.

You are sure that you will enjoy it again, when you both do this again in the future.

Bonus~

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[imaginejamesandsirius]

I was hoping you can write one with tooth rotting fluff. Maybe about Sirius being insecure because of his messed up home life and James making it his mission to shower him with hugs and praises 🥰

"You're the best person in the world," James says, very seriously, drink in one hand and the other gripping Sirius's shoulder. "You're- blimey, you're the best. Like, out of the entire population on this planet, if one person had to be picked as the best, it would be you."

"I'm not sure you have all the information to properly make that claim," he laughs, causing James to frown.

"No, I'm right."

"Sure about that, are you?" 

"Yes, because I've met you! You're awesome. You're so smart, everything you say should be written down for posperi- postert- we should write it all down so we can remember it because it's all right. And you-"

Lily tunes him out as he extols Sirius's virtues and turns to Peter and Remus-- both of whom, she notes, don't look like they've been listening to this from the start. "Is James always like this when he's drunk? Going on and on about how wonderful he thinks Sirius is?"

"Yes," they both say.

"Though, hang on a second," Remus adds. He shifts in his chair to turn towards her. "'When he's drunk' makes it sound like Prongs only does this when he's drunk."

"Mm, yeah, not true. He does this a lot," Peter says.

"Any time he's tired."

"Any time he's in a really good mood."

"Any time Sirius frowns for more than two seconds."

"Okay," Lily interjects when it looks like they'll continue, "I get the picture." Bloody hell. Peter and Remus had to be exaggerating at least a little bit-- otherwise she would've noticed sooner-- but for them to so easily complain about James talking about it, it had to be a more regular occurrence than she originally thought. She wants to pay attention to the drinking game some sixth years are playing like she was doing before James caught her attention, but when she turns to the group, her eyes drift back towards the pair.

James has been talking the entire time-- topic unchanged-- and he's now got an arm around Sirius instead of facing him. The hand holding his drink is curled into Sirius's chest as well, like he needs the extra point of contact to drive his point home.

Sirius is listening with an indulgent smile on his face. This strikes Lily as egotistical, and she frowns.

Remus catches her expression and guesses (incorrectly) what it's over. "If you're waiting for James to be done so you can talk to him, you're going to be waiting a long time."

"Ha, yeah."

*

James rests his chin on Sirius's shoulder and slips his arms around him at the same time. "You want to talk about it?" he asks quietly, aware of their dormmates on the other side of the room.

"Nothing to talk about," Sirius mutters-- a blatant lie.

"Mhm."

He's still glaring at the wall like it's done him wrong.

"You have me, you know that?" James whispers. "No matter what happens or what you do, you're stuck with me." He turns his face into Sirius's hair and inhales deeply. "You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

"I figured, what with you acting like a bloody barnacle." He doesn't look happy but the glare is gone. Mission accomplished.

*

"Sirius!" James calls, barreling into his friend. He's so happy to see him that he lifts him off his feet, making Sirius laugh. "I missed you so much."

"It's been two hours," Lily says, rolling her eyes.

"Two hours too long, don't you know that, Evans?" Sirius says as he's set back down. "These sodding meetings of yours are killing our friendship."

James gasps theatrically, turning to Lily with wide eyes. "Maybe we can take him with us next time."

"No."

"But I need him! He keeps my brain working."

Sirius nods in agreement, but Lily rolls her eyes. She knows by now that it's useless to argue or try to find any logical reason why that's a bad idea, so she just says, "No," again as she walks up the staircase to the girls' dormitories.

*

"I know I joke a lot, but you know that I think you're great, yeah?" James asks.

Sirius glances over at him, but James's eyes are trained at the sky stretching out above them. They're laying on the Quidditch Pitch, looking at the stars. Ostensibly they came out here to drink; there's a bottle of firewhiskey beside them, but neither have reached for it. They haven't said much of importance tonight, which makes the question feel sudden.

"Like, I make a big production of it and shout it to the world like I'm teasing you, but it's the truth." James rolls his head to the side and meets Sirius's eyes. His hazel eyes are warm, flecked with bits of brown, and Sirius could drown in them, he's sure. He moves his hand, sliding his palm against Sirius's and squeezing. "I'd rather be with you than anyone else."

It feels ridiculous, sometimes, when James talks like this. He means it. He means it in a way Sirius can't wrap his head around. Every good thing he says about Sirius, he believes like it's a fact of life.

This time, Sirius smiles at him and says, "I know." Then, grin widening, he adds, "And I mean it what I say about you, too. Best bloke the world has ever seen."

James laughs. It curls his body a little, and he rolls onto his side to move with it. His hand is still holding Sirius's, and he uses the other to cup his cheek. "Imagine what our wedding vows will sound like."

"Everyone will leave the room before you're done talking about why you want to marry me."

"They can try," James says, his eyes glinting. "I'll ward the doors. No one leaves without my say-so."

[kawaii-night666]

ch 11- K.T. turns into a girl!

Tobio and the girls done some shopping as they go to have something to eat.

As they get near where food court area is as they saw the guys causing much ruckus with their loud voices, messing about while some trying to calm the hyperactive guys down a bit to try and keep quiet the best they can (maybe...).

The girls don’t know whether or not if they want to sit with them as Tobio just goes and find something to eat as Shirofuku follows after Tobio which makes the rest follow along as Koushi notice them coming and check to see if Kageyama is alright which Tobio is indeed alright but as he takes a closer look a bit Tobio eyes seems to be slightly red as Koushi makes eyes contact with Kiyoko as she let him know that everything is alright, Tobio will tell you and the rest why when Tobio is ready to tell or not.

When Tobio and managers bought the food, they want they go find the place to sit which where Sakura tree is the girls decided to sit there after all it is beautiful and they want to be friends with Tobio and get to know them more but to the girls they felt comfortable with Tobio and see them like their own sibling and friend.

Hitoka speak to Tobio “Hey Kageyama, you alright.”

Tobio let out a small smile and reply “Yeah and umm you can call me Tobio if you like too.”

Hitoka smile back and said “Okay then but unless you do the same with me.”

Tobio nodded in agreement as they both giggle and talk even the others start want to be called by their first names as well and let say the guys who heard are jealous especially the ones who call Tobio first name even the ones who call Tobio last name and even that nickname-king.

Time moves forward they all decide to go back to the training camp, don’t want some of them worry even though the some were enjoying talking and drinking about their wives, their jobs, the kids in the club and the school.

As they all got back to the training camp Hinata was about to drag Tobio for practicing tossing but unfortunately for him the managers got to Tobio first to make Tobio wear the clothes that they bought in the shop well more like the managers are curious what Tobio would look like wearing shorts, dress, skirts, jeans, and maybe swimsuit.

The managers seem to be excited while for Tobio who seem to be afraid as they remember when Miwa dress them up. Even though secretly Tobio enjoy it but sadly didn’t go unnoticed by their own sister.

“Okay Tobio try this one.”

Tobio look at the clothes which is shorts and net tights with black top then look up at the girls who grinning in excitement as Tobio sigh knowing that they can’t do anything but to obey and get it over with as the girls lead Tobio into a room for them to try to clothes as Tobio put it on and look at the outfit they’re wearing.

Tobio finishes changing into the outfit that the girls choose for them to wear as Tobio comes out as the girls’ gape at how beautiful and pretty Tobio is and even as a bonus a girl at that. As for the guy’s jaw drop at how Tobio looks as some blush, some can’t even look away and some took picture for safe keeping when Tobio change into different clothes even bikini as the guys can’t contain to take their jersey off and to cover Tobio body that look so pale that could leave marks even snow white would be jealous of how Tobio skin is.

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Author-san: Chapter 11 guys woohoo

Tobio: Why do I have to wear those clothes?

Miwa: In my opinion they would look good on you Tobi

Tobio: No ❤️

Miwa: Well damn then

Author-san: Oof

Tobio: Its going to bring me trauma soon

Miwa: HEY going shopping with me ain't bad

Tobio: Mhm suree

Author-san: Well damn poor you Miwa

Miwa: Yeah poor me

Tobio: I'm a victim of you doing my hair even make up

Author-san: To be honest you do look pretty bestie

Tobio: Thanks wait no

Miwa: Oof

Author-san: But you seem to be enjoying it though

Tobio:...

No comment

Miwa: Oof

Author-san: Oof

Tobio: Seriously

Miwa: Yes

Author-san: Yes

Tobio: Anyways

See you in the next chapter

Miwa: Have a good day/night

Author-san: Peace out ✌️

Miwa: Awesome

Tobio: How

Author-san: Because it is

Miwa: By the way author love how you said about Tobio skin

Author-san: I know, bet they want to do that

Miwa: Mhm

Tobio: Do what to my skin

You mean how nee-san want me to look after my skin

Miwa: No Tobio not that way

Tobio: Then what

Author-san: Tobio bestie your so oblivious

Its quite sad and scary

Tobio: How

Miwa: Sigh

See author we can't do anything

Tobio: Whaa

I don't get it!

Miwa: I can see that

Tobio: ( •_•)

Well damn okay

Author-san: There there Tobio

Tobio: By the way why did you make me try on a bikini

Aren't they the same as wearing them

Miwa: Why do you put it like that way?

Tobio: I don't know

Author-san: Why not, besides I think they like it

And you do look like a model same goes with Miwa

Miwa: Aww author😘

Author-san: 😘

Tobio: Girls are strange

Miwa: Rude

Author-san: Well physically I am but then again I'm not well act like it

Tobio: Oh are you comfortable to say it

Miwa: I agree for once

Tobio: WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOR ONCE

Author-san: I won't say it

Its my personal business and life

Tobio: True

Miwa: Yep

But Tobio your still oblivious

Tobio: No I'm not

Author-san: Anyways

I'm still thinking making a another fanfic

Tobio: Please it has to be others not just me

Author-san: Well in my opinion I would rather fanfic about you, Tetsuya and Yoichi

Tobio: But didn't you-

Miwa: Knowing author already has a plan for more ideas for fanfics and stories

Tobio: Yeah which is scary

Author-san: How

Tobio: I don't know

You just do sometimes

Author-san: I don't know whether or not

I should feel offended

Tobio: Then don't

Miwa: what about those other fanfics you didn't finish

Author-san: It comes and goes whether I can think of something

Miwa: Thats fair

Tobio: Is it

They always forget to update and write new story ideas

Author-san: YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR THAT

Tobio: Uhh I can and I WILL

Miwa: Well damn this is chaotic

Author-san: Really Miwa you don't say

Miwa: Hey no need to be sarcastic

Tobio: ....

Thats sarcastic

Miwa: Yes

Author-san: No

Tobio: 😑

[rreskk]

Hello!

Love your writings! ♥️

How about a Michael x Reader at a movie's premiere and they're masturbating each other 👀😏

---A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK AGES. I've finally wrote it for you :)))

Summary: He is impatient when seeing how dashing you look. Michael can't keep his hands to himself... And neither can you.

TW: Smut

It was a long process… Watching him sign autographs, pose for pictures, talk with the stars; you were his moral support. Michael had glued his hands to you since you exited the limo. He refused to let go and you were comforted by this gesture as you had nothing to do with this movie, yet he had made you come along. With the bright lights of paparazzi in your face, you hadn’t of realised the movement of Michael’s hands. Feeling him tug you closer, suddenly he guided your hand to something warm.

You glanced down.

You should of known he’d grow a semi… There was tension all the journey here. You kept eye-fucking each other. The slim outfit you had on, he couldn’t look away, sending you suggestive winks and smirks. Not believing he’s got a hard on during the movies premiere, the excitement bubbled in your stomach.

It was HUGE.

Michael led you towards the seats as everyone, in the VIB section, grabbed some drinks and snacks. The screen was big and bright, beginning to present the production works. You smoothly uttered close to him, finding that there was an increase of people arriving so personal space had been tackled, leaving you both surrounded and uneasy. He kept your hand covering his boner; wishing no one had noticed apart from you. The twitching and yearning, you sensed his desperation and found yourself growing risky as time went on.

You pinched him.

“Wrong move,” His hot breath penetrating your neck. Michael’s contact with your hand adjusted when he thrusted against your palm, feeding himself the pleasure.

You went to whisper back but the man snaked an arm around your chair and pulled you closer. There was deadly heat and you felt yourself sweat.

“You feel it as well, baby?” Mikey chimed, only you hearing him, “You have to behave yourself.”

The warning was mutual considering he was acting upon the tension as well. It made you smirk. Then you gasped.

His other hand gripped your inner thigh as his pinkie would rub against your sex. Your underwear was thin to contrast with the outfit, making you feel like you were naked. The fabric felt invisible and the grudge was held strictly against him.

“Michael. Behave.”

He chuckled knowingly, “The damage is already made.” He pushed into you again. His erection was tightly suffocated in your sweaty palm. You were almost in heatstroke.

“Baby, this is on national TV.” You pleaded.

“Good… At least they know who you belong to now.”

You hissed. Michael had roughly exploited your thighs by dragging his nails along the sensitive skin. Not only did his pinkie sabotage your clit, but two other fingers joined him. His whole hand was now buried underneath your outfit, drifting upwards and edging closer.

“Michael…”

He purred, “I can’t wait no more. Please, babe. Help me out.”

Inhaling sharply, you began stroking and folding the boner he had inside his trousers. The twitching grew worse and you could feel Michael grow distressed. His whole posture was tense, the hand on your thigh was stiff, his jaw was clenched. He was almost there.

“Wait.” You smirked.

Michael whined to himself and kept his focus on you. He gazed towards his hands and decided to use two fingers, fully puncturing and breaking through your clit. The wetness made it easier to flow through despite being sat down.

“Michael-“

“You said wait.”

“I know,” Shakingly out of breath, you started feeling eyes on you, “Mike, baby.”

“Mhm?”

“Is anyone watching us?”

Michael scanned the faces around him. Occasionally making eye contact with a few uncertain people, he decided not to worry you. He leaned back into your neck and smiled.

“No, baby.”

You were relieved and carried on mewling his bulge. The pace grew more frantic and aggressive as he grunts overwhelmingly in your ear. His forehead was practically on your shoulder. You’d fully predict the people behind you was concerned as when Michael is close, he looks pained. It makes you smile each other.

“Getting’ closer…” He muffled.

You didn’t stop.”

“O-Oh, my…” The movie came to a quiet scene and suddenly everyone could hear him, “MY GOD!”

You bit your lip and pretended to be unaware but the hand on his damp crotch said otherwise. He came.

“Shhhh…”

Michael huffed, “Don’t tell me to shush.” Dismounting a finger that was still in your pussy, he gained speed. Now he didn’t care. Your cover was blown anyway. He kept on speeding.

“M-Mikey, baby-“

“Hmm.”

“Michael, oh my god…” You panted.

The ring on his finger brushed against your flaps. The coolness made you shudder… Then it hits you. You held in your stomach and refrained any obvious moans as you came onto his fingers.

“Shiiiiiiit.”

Michael licked his lips, “Don’t ya feel good, baby?”

You nodded.

“And by the way…” He pondered, “People do realise.”

Your eyes snapped open and he just smirked.

[flowerismi]

Two´s Company Part 1

They both held their breath. Looking so longingly into each other's eyes. Momo's high heels made them the same height. She was blushing hard. Her cheeks were red from the heat. Shoto could also feel his cheeks begin heating up. It had been so long since they had seen each other. But finally spending time together, it felt as if no time had passed.

Momo had been traveling as required with her internship. But now she was back in Japan. Shoto had seen her post about it on social media. And he wrote to her. Just to be nice. 'Welcome Back'. Nothing more. And she replied. Thanking him. And soon they found themselves talking about meeting up. Despite Shoto having a busy schedule. He found an evening to hang out.

"Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to meet up!"

Momo said with such formality it almost felt weird.

"Not at all, I'm glad we could get to catch up"

Shoto said, smiling at her. He noticed how dressed up Momo was. She was wearing a red off-shoulder cocktail dress. It was tight sitting and sparkled slightly in the light. She had matching high heels on. And gold jewelry. She had her black hair hanging loose. It had gotten really long. And she smelled sweet and floral. Shoto felt so underdressed as he saw her. He only had his dark blue everyday suit on. With dark shoes and a gold watch on his wrist. He had taken a shower before coming from work. But not anything more special.

Shoto gulped as they sat down at the fancy restaurant she had picked out. He held the chair out for her. As he had seen some other men do when he came in. Momo blushed as he gestured for her to sit down. She brushed her hair behind her ear. Watching Shoto sit down himself.

"Momo... I uhm... I'm so sorry I haven't dressed up any more fancy than this..."

Shoto said as the guilt of seeing her so beautiful toppled over him. He looked awkwardly back at her with an apologetic look.

"No no not at all! I think you look great!"

Momo said, shaking her hand worried. She did mean it. For her, she saw a handsome man in a suit. He had grown a couple of inches since high school. It made her blush how looking at him she did not see a boy anymore. But instead a man. Shoto smiled back awkwardly.

The waiter interrupted the strange atmosphere between them. Handing them both a menu and presented the meals and drinks. The staff was used to lots of famous people coming here. But it still made some of them look over. As they saw these two heroes out together. Shoto could see them looking over, whispering to each other. But he tried not to pay any attention to it. Momo on the other hand still hadn't gotten used to getting recognized the way she did now. People stopping her on the street to take pictures with her. Even abroad it happened. Their waiter left to let them decide in peace. And Momo looked at Shoto.

"So is there anything that catches your eye? It's my treat so choose whatever you want."

Momo said and smiled. Shoto looked surprised up at her.

"No let me treat you, you're finally back after so long."

Shoto insisted. But Momo also kept insisting that she pay. In the end, they never reached a decision. Instead putting their attention on the dishes.

"Maybe chicken... Or lobster..."

Momo said as she was discussing with herself what to get. Shoto had decided to get a noodle dish with seafood. He looked over at Momo. She seemed so different, yet still the same. He blush and looked away as he noticed Momo about to raise her gaze from the menu card she was holding.

"Mhm... What about drinks... Would you like to share some champagne or maybe wine?"

Momo asked with a smile. Shoto felt his cheek still blushing. But he managed to look back at her.

"You choose..."

He simply said, having to look away again. He couldn't help but look at her body in that dress. He knew she always kept the minimum amount of clothes on for her quirk to be used. Also in her everyday life, she would always be prepared to activate her quirk. That's the job of a hero after all. A situation could happen at any time. But it just felt different this time. Now she was a woman. Shoto had noticed how men looked her way. Even just this short time they had been together. And it wasn't just because they were known, as heroes. Shoto could see how the men were looking at her.

They sat talking as they waited for their food to come. They drank wine for the main dish. And both of them could feel they got slightly tipsy as they finished.

"How about dessert?"

Momo asked. And Shoto nodded in agreement. It felt so good to just relax for once. No work or worries. Just two friends enjoying each other's company. Talking about their lives and what they've been up to.

"You know it's really hard sometimes, having to eat so much to be able to use my quirk right..."

Momo said frustrated. Having a pouty look on her face. Shoto chuckled slightly.

"Really? Isn't it great in some ways though?"

Shoto asked. Momo looked as if she was thinking about it.

"I mean... Sometimes... But... I'm still getting used to it... It's so different now that I'm working so much..."

Momo said, taking a sip of her wine.

"From you know, back at U.A"

Momo continued.

"I got really sick this one time... And even though I know I'm not supposed to. I ended up making all the stuff I needed instead, so I didn't have to leave the bed... I just couldn't help it, I was feeling really really bad."

Momo said frustrated. And Shoto chuckled again.

"Don't you use your quirk sometimes for stupid things?"

Momo asked and Shoto looked embarrassed back at her. Now Momo became curious.

"Come on we all do it! Tell me!"

Momo asked with a teasing smile. Shoto sighed.

"Okay okay... But you can't tell anyone!"

Shoto said sternly. And Momo made a cross across her heart with her finger. Nodding as a promise not to tell anyone.

"I... I may have one time... Used my quirk to... cook food..."

Shoto said with an embarrassed look on his face. Momo was quiet at first. But then started giggling holding her hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry Todoroki-kun... It's just... I can just picture it."

Momo said as she continued giggling. Shoto sighed with a soft smile at his own embarrassment.

"Wait then you can also keep food cool with your quirk right?"

Momo then said with a soft laugh.

"Yeah, I've already done that..."

Shoto confessed, and Momo widened her eyes pleasantly surprised. They both ordered dessert and a bottle of champagne to go with it. As they were eating they kept bringing up weird things they had used their quirk for.

"I actually... I once used my quirk to replace a coffee I spilled for my boss!"

Momo said, laughing hard with tears in her eyes. The alcohol had made her tipsy. Shoto also feeling the alcohol was also in the same mood.

"I thought you said you weren't supposed to use your quirk like that!"

Shoto said with a smirk. Teasing her. Momo rubbed her head innocently. Not really feeling guilty about it.

"Beat this though, I once used my quirk to cool down an entire onsen, just so I could get it for myself..."

Shoto said. Momo gasped and started laughing.

"No, you didn't! That's so mean!"

Momo outbursted, still giggling at the whole situation.

"I know, but I just wanted to be alone!"

Shoto explained. Not that it made the situation any better. The two of them gestured for the waiter to let them pay, as they had finished eating their dessert and had already been drinking a little too much.

"I'll pay."

Shoto said as he pulled up his wallet from his jacket.

"No! I'll pay!"

Momo insisted, her cheeks flustered. Shoto shook his head in disagreement.

"Nop..."

Shoto said again and took her wallet from her as she pulled it up from her purse.

"Hey! Give it back! I'm the one who invited you out."

Momo called out. Shoto shook his head again. But then look confused down at her.

"Wha... No, I'm the one who invited you out."

Shoto said. Nodding to himself as he was certain he had been the one to invite her out.

"I'm pretty sure I'm the one who invited you out, I even picked this place remember?"

Momo said with a teasing smile. Shoto looked confused back at her again. Maybe she was the one who invited him. But it didn't matter. Shoto wouldn't let her pay. And as the waiter handed over the POS, Shoto quickly let his card over the wireless payment.

"I win"

Shoto said teasingly back at her with a smug face.

"Then you'll let me pay next time alright."

Momo said, and pulled her wallet back from Shoto.

The two of them got up from the table and walked out. It was late. The streets seemed very empty compared to how crowded they normally were. They began walking down the street. Both stumbling slightly, as they were both tipsy. Their faces blushing.

"So have you seen anyone else since coming back home?"

Shoto asked his hands in his pockets.

"I went out with Mina the other day. Everyone else has been busy with work. But I understand, I know what it's like."

Momo said, smiling back at him.

"Mina... Mhm... How is she doing?"

Shoto asked.

"She's doing great, you know she and Kirishima-kun have started dating!"

Momo said with an energetic smile. She seemed happy for them. Shoto nodded in agreement.

"I wonder if anyone else is dating from our class..."

Momo said. The two of them came out to a river running through the city. The city lights were beautiful at this time. The water from the river could be heard.

"I haven't heard from anyone now that I think about it."

Shoto said. Thinking about if he knew any who might be dating. Momo sighed as she felt somewhat tired. They saw a bench and sat down. Looking out over the dark river, only visible slightly from the city lights.

" What about you? "

Shoto finally asked. Momo looked confused at him.

"Me?"

Momo asked.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

Shoto asked with an apathetic look on his face. He was so hesitant to ask. But being tipsy helped him. And he just needed to know. Momo's blush intensified. She gulped and looked around shyly.

"... No I uhm... I-I'm not seeing anyone..."

Momo said, feeling her heart beating harder in her chest. Shoto only nodded still with that apathetic look on his face. It was quiet a moment between them before Momo cleared her throat and found the courage to ask him back.

" Are you seeing anyone Todoroki-kun?"

Momo said and held her breath. Waiting for his answer. It took him a moment before he answered. He looked right into her dark eyes. And shook his head.

"No..."

Shoto only said. Momo gulped. And she felt like a weight was taken off her shoulders. She wanted to smile. But she kept herself from doing so. They sat in silence. Before Shoto stood up. He turned around and looked down at Momo. His heart beating faster and faster by the second.

"Momo..."

He said. And hearing him say her first name instantly made Momo tense up. Her heart also beating hard in her chest. Her blushing continually grew.

"I..."

Shoto said.

"I like you..."

Shoto managed to say, his face red. He looked into her dark eyes. Waiting for her to reply to his confession.

"..."

Momo didn't say anything. She stood looking at him with eyes widened, her mouth was slightly open and her face just as red as his. Shoto started worrying.

"... Momo?"

He called out to her. Momo blinked a couple of times and looked away startled.

"I-I... S-Shoto- I-I m-mean Todoroki-k-kun..."

Momo was struggling as her heart was beating so fast in her chest that she thought she was gonna explode. She saw Shoto smile vaguely. His eyes were sad.

"I'm sorry Momo... I shouldn't have put that on you..."

He said, looking away from Momo. Still with his embarrassed smile.

"We better get goin-"

Shoto said, and he was interrupted. As Momo grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him to her. He could hear her heavy breathing, as she had a tight grip on him. She was looking down at the ground. And he was about to call out to her worried. When he got a glimpse of her dark eyes. She looked intensely back at him. Shoto could see how flustered her face was. Her cheeks were red and pink. And she seemed a little scared. Shoto was stuck in her intense eyes. And without any warning, she pulled herself to him and met his lips with hers. Shoto widened his eyes in shock. And he felt Momo's soft lips against his. She tasted so good. It felt amazing. Momo had shut her eyes. As she landed on his mouth. She was so scared of what would become of them.

Shoto wanted their exchange to continue. But Momo pulled away from him. As she let go of her grip on him. She opened her eyes slowly, only to meet his. It hit her what she had done. And she turned away from him embarrassed by herself.

"I-I'm so sorry T-Todoroki-kun! I-I-I-"

Momo was struggling to say. Her mind going on overdrive. But then she heard Shoto chuckling. She turned around to look at him surprised. He was smiling at her, with the most gentle eyes. Momo gulped and pulled herself together. While her body was still shivering as the adrenaline was going crazy inside of her. But it was now or never.

"I-I... I like you too... T-... Shoto..."

Momo said as she kept eye contact with him. He seemed surprised at first. But then he smiled at her again.

"Can I kiss you again?..."

Shoto asked. And Momo widened her eyes startled. She nodded and closed her eyes. And then she felt his lips meet her again. This time in a passionate long kiss. As he held her face in his hands. Feeling her soft skin against his. Her lips tasted so good. He licked her lips and teased to let his tongue inside her mouth. She hesitantly opened her mouth to him. And he didn't waste time letting his tongue feel hers. Momo could feel how his tongue dominated hers. And it made her body feel hot. She wanted him to continue. But just like that he stopped. She opened her eyes, and they both looked intensely back at each other. As they were both gasping for air.

"... Momo... Would you... Would you like to come over to my place?..."

Shoto asked hesitantly. He knew what he wanted. But he was afraid to ask. To his surprise, he had hardly finished his sentence, when he saw Momo nodding her head in agreement.

"Y-yeah..."

Momo answered, still feeling overwhelmed by their kiss. He didn't have to ask twice though.

They had hardly gotten into Shoto's apartment. When Momo pushed him up against the wall in the hallway. They kicked their shoes off while making out. The jackets landed on the floor as they made their way into the living room. Shoto reached down and grabbed Momo's thighs. Lifting her up against him. Momo squeaked in shock as she felt Shoto's hands grabbing her skin. She wrapped her legs around Shoto as he lifted her up. And she felt how he ran his hands up against her legs. Up under her dress. Until he reached her buttcheeks. Momo moaned out quietly and panted hard as she felt his hands tighten their grip on her ass.

"Momo... "

Shoto said through his panting. She felt so thick and so smooth in his palms. He loved it. He squeezed her harder. And watched her face as she whimpered out sweet sounds to his touches. He continued into his bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed. He watched her breasts bounce as she landed on the bed. And he felt his blood gush down into his crotch.

To be continued...

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Overview

[lavendertales]

Salted wound—Javier Peña x f!reader**

Chapter 16 of the Unholy series

summary: a letter lies on your nightstand. Reading it not only offers you comfort and clearance, but motivation to settle things with Javier once and for all.

word count: 6k

WARNINGS: emotional talk, mentions of illness & death; fingering, cunnilingus, piv, cowgirl, praise kink.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

gif: @azertyrobaz​ 

series masterlist | AO3 

You are awakened by a throbbing headache that makes it increasingly difficult to open your eyes. The brightness blinds you briefly as you open one eye, then you open the other while forcing yourself to stand up in the middle.

You realize that your left leg and right arm both hurt, making you wonder what in the world you could have done last night to cause such excruciating pain. You attempt to recall any regrettable events from last night, but all that comes to mind is—

Oh.

Javier.

He politely declined you last night, offering to drive you home to safety. And by the looks of it, he has.

You then notice that you are wearing your pajamas as opposed to last night’s outfit, indicating that Javier likely took it off while helping you get into bed. Your heart quickens in your chest at the unexpected softness as you scan the room and see your clothes from last night neatly folded on the armchair in the corner. You grin as you recall yesterday night, how it felt to kiss him once more after what seemed like an eternity, and how his hands pulled you in and held you while you shivered with excitement.

“Good to see you’re alive.”

Your head hurts more as you quickly walk about the bed in terror over the feminine voice that isn't somewhere to be heard. When Sofia’s head finally appears from the floor, her lips are tightly pursed.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you ask, somewhat concerned.

“You gave me and Connie spare keys, like six months ago.”

You frown. “Yeah, for emergencies, not… whatever this is.”

Intrusive thoughts protrude your brain.

“We didn’t… do anything, right?” you check.

It’s Sofia’s turn to frown at you, slowly standing up from the floor.

“No,” she puts your mind at ease. “Why was that your first guess?”

“Let’s just say I had a crazy spring break in Mexico once. Anyway, this doesn’t clarify anything.”

Sofia joins you in the bed, huffing. “I came in roughly one hour after you. Wanted to make sure I give you and Javier enough space and time to… have your fun.”

“Don’t—no.”

“Besides, I’m—kind of in hiding.”

“Why?”

A gasp escapes past your lips. “Did you do something with Steve?”

“No! But I did… fool around with Trujillo.”

Realization hits you in the head like a brick, having you trying to envision the situation, and still having difficulties wrapping your mind around it.

“Really?” you ask.

Sofia nods, looking suspiciously proud of her shenanigans.

“A surprisingly good kisser, that one. And not bad with his hands, either.”

“Okay, that’s—we’ll circle back to that.”

As you make an effort to get out of bed, you see a pill on your nightstand next to a large glass of water. You struggle to suppress your smile as you picture Javier carefully undressing you, checking that your clothes are comfortable, and leaving you with water to drink and a remedy for your upcoming headache. When you consider the dynamic you and Javier have always had, this is a level of domesticity that you never would have imagined.

It’s then that you notice another thing on the nightstand. It’s a sheet of paper, folded nicely with your name on it. You instantly know its despatcher, and your heart’s in your throat again.

“So? How was your night?”

Sofia’s cheerful tone distracts you, at least for a little while.

“It wasn’t like that,” you explain. “He just… drove me home and got me into bed.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious, stop saying it like that!”

“Sorry.”

You shake your head a little, eager to grab a bite from the kitchen so you can take your hangover cure. However, a new headache follows. Only this one is filled with shock and regret alike.

“Oh no,” you coo, gaining Sofia’s attention.

“What?”

“Oh no, no, no, this is horrible.”

“What, what is?”

You pause, staring in utter shock at Sofia’s investigative face. “I told Javier last night… I told him that I love him.”

Sofia’s face lights up, mouth ajar as she stares at you in disbelief.

“Oh my God,” she says, trying to process the situation too. “And you haven’t done anything, really? Not even after that?”

“I was drunk, I—oh God.”

“Hey, I’m only teasing you,” she says, wrapping her arms around you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“So… do you love him?”

You raise your shoulder, your face guilty, and Sofia refrains herself from making additional comments or faces that wouldn’t aid you right now. That look on your face is more than enough to go on.

“Can I get you some breakfast?” you offer instead.

“No, I should get going. Thank you though. Sorry if I scared or upset you.”

“You did break in, kind of, but alright. Are you sure you wanna go out there, potentially face Trujillo?”

Both of you chuckle, and you walk her towards the door, desperately trying not to think about the damn letter taunting you with its mere presence on your nightstand.

“Well not now, in this state. Maybe tonight,” Sofia ponders.

“God, you’re insatiable.”

“Like you wouldn’t even know.”

You give her a brief kiss on the cheek, ensuring she’s okay going down the stairs and calling a cab for herself. The moment the door closes behind her and you return to your apartment’s solitude, you quiver in anticipation.

Of what, you’re really not sure. Maybe it’s nothing serious, that letter. The only way of knowing is by opening it and reading it, but nervousness seems to control your moves, even as you walk into the kitchen and make yourself some buttered toast. The trouble is that, even looking around, you see stains of Javier’s presence lingering there. The couch, where he’d fucked you from the back till you were red, swollen and overly sensitive; the kitchen table, where you’d sloppily made out with him and palmed him through his tight jeans, feeling him stiffen right under your touch. Your own bed, where you came in his mouth and on his hand several times in row, then swiftly returned the favor to him. He is everywhere you look, even on your skin.

You eat your breakfast diligently, then rush to take the much-needed Advil, and take a deep breath before having the letter in your hands. You’re giving it too much power already, but you can’t help assign meaning to it.

The only way to put your mind to rest is to simply read it. So you just do it. You open it, and beg your heart to not spasm out of control.

Cariño,

You’ve always been the smartest, most passionate and amazing woman I’ve ever met. That’s why I always did everything I could to keep you at arm’s length. You’re too much like me, stubborn and feisty.

But I’m also a coward, which you aren’t. I guess I’m taking the easy road by doing this, but I do hope you understand.

You’ve always pushed me to do better. Just knowing you has made me a better student, a better agent. Unfortunately, not a better man. I tried to be, I really did. I thought I was good, but everywhere I go, pain follows. It’s been the same with my ex fiancé, and it’s the same with you. I’m sorry I let it go this far. My hands are too tainted with blood and guilt to ever touch you.

I truly am so very sorry for what I’ve done to you. I know my following orders has turned you into an orphan, but your father turned children into orphans too. Sometimes left other people childless. I guess I’m saying this because I know that deep down, you understand this. I know you know it was only duty. But I also understand you are hurt. So if you choose not to join in on the Cali mission, I understand. I wouldn’t blame you. I just want you to be okay, no matter where you are or who you’re with.

When I told you that you won everything, I did mean everything. You won our bet, and every little petty competition we’ve ever had. And you won me, too. Somewhere along the line, from the first time we bickered over the seating chart in freshman year, to us bickering about work strategies and schemes, you won me. I guess it’s because you always get the best out of me, also the worst. You make me look at the worst parts of myself and want to better myself. You are so stubborn, so driven and feisty, it’s not really a surprise things turned out the way they did.

I meant what I said that night, by the way. I do love you. More than I could ever show you.

Javier

You don’t even realize you have teary eyes, not until one teardrop falls down the paper, watering some of Javier’s neat writing. You’ve never felt this raw, this sensitive over someone’s words and it is mind-blowing in ways you couldn’t have anticipated. It’s like you finally get the chance to feel every single thing that has happened to you over the past two decades, the gut-wrenching and bittersweet way of it washing over your whole being. All of the pain, the heartache, the yearning, the seemingly impossible choices that led you to this very moment, it all feels encompassed in this letter, in your hands.

You can’t contain your emotions anymore. You tear up silently, smiling at the same time thinking of Javier taking the time to take care of you, make sure you’re safely tucked into bed, with something to help you the next day, and writing this in mid-darkness, trying his best to lay down his feelings on the piece of paper. You’ve always known he’s no Shakespeare, much so with spoken words, but you did know he could be sensitive.

Your fingers are ice cold on the phone as you call him, heart in your throat, the size of a peanut. His voice is shaky through the other end, clearly not having expecting you to call, but there is also relief in it, which in turn makes you feel relieved too. You both realize this is about to be a big moment in your lives, finally sitting down to talk about everything, and it makes you both nervous, although not in the worst way.

So you wait. You get a head start on preparing lunch, hoping you might as well have a warm meal at the ready before jumping head first into a big conversation.

Time moves both too fast and too slow as you wait for a knock on the door, the doorbell, anything that might inform you of Javier’s arrival. You nearly burn yourself several times on the stove, anticipation getting the best of you.

Finally, a knock on the door takes you away from the kitchen, just in time with your finished lunch. You brace yourself, last night’s events creeping up on you unexpectedly. Hand on the knob, you freeze, a little too aware of how sensitive you’ve been feeling since last night.

“Hi,” you open the door with a nervous smile.

“Hi.”

Javier’s flustered too, you can see it on his face, shaping him into a more comely human being and it’s such an endearing sight that you nearly forget everything else.

“Are you hungry?” you ask. “I made some tomato soup and grilled cheese.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“I know your diet consists of whiskey and cigarettes, so you should have something warm for a change. Come on.”

As you welcome him in, Javier takes a look around, the scent of a home cooked meal invading his nostrils. He instantly feels cozy and warm, like he’s been away from home for too long and now he’s finally returned. It is not a sentiment he takes lightly, particularly when it’s the first time he’s ever felt this way.

“Smells really good,” he says, cautiously sitting at the kitchen table.

You smile. “Thank you. It’s not much, but—“

“It’s more than enough.”

The glare you exchange feels disarming, weakening through its simple state, yet you both embrace it.

There’s a comfortable silence in between you two, filled with an uncharacteristic eagerness. In a way, you both feel like teenagers on their third date when you both know tonight’s the night. Except for you, the big night consists of a sincere and open conversation.

“This is really good,” Javier compliments. “Can’t remember when the last time I ate a home cooked meal was.”

“I wanna say… Texas? You know, pre Colombia?”

Javier chuckles, realizing how utterly famished he is.

“Probably, yeah,” he admits. “So… thank you for this. Doesn’t look like you wanna shoot me, so I guess it’s a good sign.”

This time you chuckle, hiding your giggle in the grilled cheese’s warmth flushing your cheeks.

“You’re safe,” you tell him. “Thank you, by the way.”

Javier only looks at you, not daring say a word, despite his curiosity is nearly skinning him alive.

“For taking care of me last night,” you seem to answer the unasked question. “It was definitely the right call.”

“Sure it was.”

Again you chuckle, more so at the thought of how easy it is for him to make you laugh like nothing bad had ever happened between the two of you.

“I read the letter,” you say out of the blue, making him thankful that he already finished the meal and not have it turn into a choking hazard. “You’re not too shabby with words.”

“Not in writing, maybe.”

You put the dishes aside, inhaling once before locking eyes with Javier, exhaling what seems to be the longest breath drawn in.

“How come you didn’t stay last night?” you ask, preoccupied. “After everything you did… I mean, driving me home, changing my clothes and tucking me in…”

“I didn’t think it was appropriate.”

You make a funny face at him, and he feels silly recognizing the meaning behind it.

“We’ve done less than appropriate things for months,” you remind him.

“True, but neither of us ever spent the night. Besides, I was afraid you might start rubbing up against me or something. And I wasn’t prepared to turn that down a second time. We both would’ve felt guilty in the morning—it would’ve been a whole thing.”

“Or not.”

You both chuckle simultaneously. Cracking up jokes to cope with the situation, maintaining that familiar sting between the two of you is nothing if not a good sign.

“I really liked the letter,” you start. “I appreciate you writing it. I know it wasn’t easy for you. And you were right. I do know why you did what you did. I know it, and I understand it, and… I would’ve done the same.”

Javier does want to interrupt, contradict you in some way, but you shake your head.

“I would,” you continue. “The reason why I was so angry… it’s not even about that horrible thing I told you, leaving me an orphan. I guess I was just trying to preserve this image of a loving, hardworking father that in reality was never there. The image of the father that I wanted, not the one that I had. The one that I had… was a monster. And if it were me out there, that day… I would’ve pulled the trigger, too. You didn’t know, and you were following orders.”

Javier feels like he can finally breathe in the longest time. Hearing you say all of that makes his heart feel lighter and his muscles less tense.

“I am still sorry about it,” he mutters apologetically.

“I know,” you smile. “It would’ve been concerning if you wouldn’t have been.”

Your words steal a smile from his lips, the image more blissful than you would’ve imagined.

“And I guess… the way that I’ve acted was also to push you away,” you continue. “It was easier to be angry at you for a seemingly solid reason than to admit—the last thing I would’ve expected to happen, happened.”

Javier’s brows crease, allowing a frown to crinkle his forehead that was already drowning in thoughts. He coos your name softly, gently, like he’s terrified of scaring you away.

“I don’t know how much you remember from last night—“

“I remember, Javier. I know what I said.”

“Oh.”

“I didn’t say it just because I was drunk. The timing wasn’t ideal, maybe, but the idea still stands.”

Javier gulps. Nothing could’ve prepared him for such an acknowledgement, let alone to the sight of you so dreamy and cozy in front of him, a sight which makes his knees weak and his heart swell up.

“And in the interest of honesty…” you breathe in, unexpectedly hesitant, “there’s something else I wanted to tell you.”

Javier braces himself. What could it be? Was there something you were also hiding from him? Something else more devastating and incredible than you admitting that you love him? Him?

“You once asked me why I hate you. And I said it’s because you’re obnoxious and stubborn and whatnot. But it’s not—what I meant. There was a time back in college when I really… did hate you.”

Okay, so he was definitely unprepared for that. He looks at you curiously, waiting for you to go on.

“Second semester of our freshman year, you started calling me Bambi. You started calling me that shortly after my mom died. And I couldn’t help but—“

Javier’s mouth is ajar at the revelation, shook. Memories from early college invade his memory, shame taking over most of them. Of course he decided to mock you over the most sensitive thing because that’s how he is—an insensitive asshole.

“I didn’t—I’m so sorry,” he instantly says. “I didn’t know, I swear—“

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t. You didn’t know her, and… hell, I didn’t know her. She was sick for a long time, and when I got the news… it still kinda shook me. The timing was just bad. But I kept thinking, ‘God, how does he find new ways to be annoying?’”

Javier is barely listening to you. He can’t help but replay every moment when he’s mocked you that way, not taking into consideration your feelings and how that might make you feel because—why would he?

He gets up from the table and paces the living room, his nerves frazzled. He probably wouldn’t have been affected in this way if this were any other person. But even during the years when you haven’t spoken or seen each other, you have been a part of his life for more years than he chooses to count, and as a result, he can no longer recall a time when you weren’t. You’re a dependable, strong presence in his life who he keeps hurting.

How could you possibly love him? How could you even look at him after the things he’s done? He wasn’t your rival or your nemesis – he was your worst nightmare.

“Javier,” you murmur, pacing towards him.

“I should go,” he says, hands on his hips and eyes into the ground.

“Javier, stop.”

“Stop what? Everything I’ve ever done proves that I am a shitty person! I killed your dad, I mocked the death of your mom—the fuck is wrong with me, it’s like all I can do is hurt you, over and over—“

He’s losing control, and that’s not the kind of thing you typically see. You doubt anyone has ever been this close to Javier to witness the deepest, darkest parts of his persona. You feel lucky, in a way, knowing you get to.

You grab his hands, forcing him to look at you. “Listen to me,” you say in a definitive tone. “If there’s anything I know for a fact about you, is that you are a good guy. You were a good student, damn good competition, and a good man.”

Lips pursed, Javier can barely muster the courage to look at you, still reeling into his guilt.

“You didn’t know either of them,” you continue. “And… I was never close with any of them. You couldn’t have possibly known. I hated you at the time because, again… it was the logical thing for me to do instead of admitting the obvious.”

“Don’t spare me,” he begs. “You can hate me. It might even be better in this case. I can take it.”

“I know what you can and can’t handle.”

The underlying flirtatious tone has him fuming. Truthfully, he’s not even certain how the two of you seemed to skip rope with the line between love and hate on a regular basis, but it was simply part of your relationship’s allure.

“Fine, if you don’t wanna let this go,” you call a truce, “tell me why you hate me.”

Javier chuckles, breaking free from your touch. “What?”

“I’m serious. I answered the question. It’s only fair you answer it too.”

“It’s—it doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. Spit it out, Peña.”

“It doesn’t matter, okay? It’s nothing, it’s—stupid.”

“Oh come on, it’s only fair! What’s the big deal? Just say what you have to say, I can—“

“Because you broke my fucking heart! Okay?”

The silence in between you two now weighs heavily, carrying along with it shock and tension that begs to be relieved one way or the other.

“What?” you murmur. “When?”

Javier huffs, visibly distressed having to go on with the story now that he angrily spewed out the reason for his former rage. He knows he has to get it out in the open now.

“End of our senior year, we were done with exams and there was this party. Some… prom of some kind, I don’t know.”

“Oh yeah. I remember that.”

“They said they wanted to have it high school style, traditional prom or some shit, so everyone was encouraged to bring a date. I wasn’t gonna go, but I figured why not ask my academic rival? Worst came to worst, you were gonna say no and I’d just not go. But I also thought maybe you’d wanna spite me and say you’ll go with me. So when I did ask you—you proceeded to shame me in front of your friend group, laughing in my face. I thought it didn’t bother me, but when I didn’t get over it for years, I kinda realized it might’ve affected me more than I thought.”

You hold your breath. “Oh.”

You remember now the moment, oh so perfectly it cuts you open and pours salt in the open flesh. You remember viciously laughing in his face, thinking his question was nothing more but a cruel joke meant to make you look bad, so you took it one step further.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought you hurt him so deeply that day.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize. “I didn’t realize it meant so much to you.”

“Neither did I back then. But as it turns out, you are one vice I could never quit.”

You gulp, feeling your nether region suddenly afire. You ache for the man before you, you ache to let him know just how sorry you are and how much you’ve missed him. You simply ache all over for him, and it’s getting to a point where a singular touch of his could tip you over the edge of sanity.

“Like you said… you didn’t know,” Javier seems to apologize.

“Still, it—it was shitty of me to just laugh in your face, especially in front of other people. I thought you were making a joke on my expense.”

“You were the first person that popped into my head. I don’t know. Seemed stupid at the time, it didn’t make any sense. Why would I think of the one person that annoys me the most? But I could only think of you.”

“Wait a minute. You didn’t come to that party at all.”

Javier makes a face that you can’t quite discern, and it makes you feel even worse.

“All the other girls were so clingy and shallow compared to you and I just—I don’t know. You were the only one who popped into my head.”

Moved, you reach to cup his stubbly cheek, and Javier closes his eyes, feeling the weight of the world through that featherlight touch.

“I’m not good at relationship stuff,” he mutters, looking down on you with that all-too-familiar furrow in between his brows that expresses concern. “Being a boyfriend, a fiancé or husband—not my strongest suit.”

You smile, oddly delighted at the idea of a flustered Javier. “Are you saying you want to be my boyfriend?”

He rolls his eyes, trying to act unimpressed, but smiling as well.

“Aren’t we past the boyfriend-girlfriend dynamic?” he asks.

“I don’t know. What do you want?”

“To be good enough, first of all.”

Your thumb grazes his cheek, the three day old stubble tickling your skin, prickling your senses alive, it seemed.

“You’re more than enough,” you coo.

You take one glance at him, then your lips find his with a devoted tenderness that knows no limits. As opposed to last night, this kiss is sweet and needy, but not rushed. Neither of you rushes to feel it, even though you’re both basically trembling with eagerness. You both desperately need to feel each other, to taste and to have each other in the most intimate way known to mankind, and it’s all right there in that kiss.

Javier’s hands hold your waist, as if trying to keep you from slipping out of his life, and they mold your heated flesh through your PJ’s, kneading it between his calloused fingers like you’re clay, and he’s about to form a masterpiece. You fail to remember the last time you were held like this, or even the last time you and Javier had been intimate. Probably the night when he flat-out told you he was jealous of that guy at the bar. It feels like years since that happened.

But right now, there’s no jealousy, no anger, none of the sort. It’s desperation in its finest form, a beautiful mess; hands gripping and wandering nervously, lips reddening, unable to stop pressing onto one another.

“Is this okay?”

Javier’s tongue-tied and coarse question leaves you dumbfounded. He’s done plenty without asking for verbal permission—only because you were always at the ready somehow and reciprocated enthusiastically—and now he’s insecure? Maybe he’s checking to make sure you’re okay after the hangover—or maybe this is how he acts when he truly cares and makes an effort to show it.

“Yes,” you breathe out, cupping his cheeks again to pull him in for another kiss turned sloppy.

You’ve done this dance before, so your limbs guide you naturally to the bedroom. In a fleeting moment, you feel his lips curl into a smile right into the kiss, and your heart twists itself into something akin to a child-like joy.

“Javi?” you mutter between peppered kisses, feeling the mattress beneath your body as you fall atop the bed.

“Hm?”

He pulls back to look at you, utterly mesmerized by your whole being; he tries not to think too much about the fact that this is the first time you’ve called him that, and in such a sweet, begging manner, no less.

“Please,” you coo, legs opening teasingly, to make room for him to do whatever he wants. “Please, I want you.”

He seems genuinely surprised, and it’s taking you aback to see that on his face.

“You do?”

He also sounds genuinely pained, like his and your pleasure also bring him an unmeasurable amount of pain and guilt. But you tug at the hem of his shirt, needy and gently alike, in hopes of washing away all of his concerns.

“Yes,” you reply, working against his jeans. “Always.”

It’s so easy for him to succumb to you, so pathetically easy, but he doesn’t care. Oh, he doesn’t care; he just wants to remain locked in this moment, to have your face and your heated body imprinted on his mind like a tattoo.

You stop trying to unzip his jeans, stumbled by his own hands reaching for your pajama bottoms, sliding them down. Javier makes a sound, half disapproving and half impressed, and he swallows around nothing but dryness at the sight of your glistening pussy on display just for him.

“Commando, huh?” he teases.

You lick your lips, biting on your lower one as you watch him in a trance. “It’s more comfortable.”

“Sure is.”

He seems to reach for your clit, and you’re reeking of desperation at this point, but he pulls back and you huff with disappointment, making it known to him as well. Javier leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, and he murmurs, “Anything you want, you can have it. Tell me what you want.”

You thought that sitting there with your legs spread open and your pussy nearly soaked just from kissing him was good enough explanation, but it seems he needs something more, a verbal or physical confirmation of some sort.

So you take one of his hands and guide it to your warm spot, sucking in a sharp breath when you feel his thumb pressed flat against your clit, starting to rub it gently. You see him smile, and your heart flutters in your chest.

“This what you want?” he checks, his index now teasing through your folds, hearing how your breaths get more uneven.

“Yes. Yes, yes, please—“

Then, two thick fingers push slowly through your heated flesh, careful not to hurt, and you throw your head back, almost shocked at the contact. Your hips buckle upwards in an attempt to meet with more of his hand as he starts to pump his digits in and out, circling and scissoring inside you, and when they hit a particular spot, you know you won’t last that long. You don’t want to cum this fast, not without feeling him properly, but you also desperately need to let go of all that frustration, so it’s a tough call.

One that Javier intuits pretty damn well.

Next thing you know, Javier’s tongue is lapping at your folds, adding to the preexisting torture of his fingers, and the pressure is rapidly building inside of you. You moan his name on a loop, the sound spurring him on like nothing else ever could, hardening his cock with each passing second.

“Fuck,” you manage to get out, hands tightly gripping his broad shoulders. “Fuck, Javi—“

“So pretty,” he groans from in between your legs. “So sweet and—filthy—“

The sound of his voice, so thick with pleasure and frustration alike, sends vibrations through your whole body, triggering pleasure centers that were dormant up until now. He’s eating you out and fingering you diligently, like this is the most important mission he’ll ever be on, and the pressure of it all builds rapidly in your lower region. Your whole body’s afire, but you feel like your belly’s going to explode soon.

“Javi, I’m gonna come—fuck—“

“You’re gonna come just from this? Hm?”

“Yes—“

“You’re gonna come with my fingers inside you and my mouth on you?”

“Yes, fuck—“

“So give it to me, cariño. Give me a good one, c’mon—“

You can’t help but, especially when you hear the Texan accent slip in his words; your walls flutter around his fingers, tension boiling over at last, and you hold onto him tighter as he helps ride out your orgasm. He’s painfully hard at this point, but he soldiers through, focusing solely on you.

As the waves of pleasure simmer down, you notice the bulge in his jeans, and you reach again to unzip him. Javier groans, the little contact sending a rush of adrenaline through him already, and he could be ashamed of how hard he is, how painful it is even to touch his happy trail, not to mention the tip of his cock, beads of precum oozing out of it already. You swipe your thumb over the tip, earning another grunt from his side, and Javier barely breathes at this point.

“Say it,” he encourages, and you know what he’s saying.

“I want you inside me.”

You begin to stroke him, but Javier catches your wrist in a tight grip, lips pursed together as he’s looking down on you. “Don’t,” he warns. “I’m gonna cum in five seconds if you do this.”

“So?”

“I wanna come when I’m inside you.”

It shouldn’t sound this alluring, like it’s some forbidden ecstasy when it’s not, not anymore.

He pushes your legs further apart, guiding his cock to your swollen entrance. You both gasp at the rush, the unmatched feeling of his thick cock pushing past your sensitive walls. Javier stares in awe as he pushes in, the sight of you engulfing your cock altogether absolutely maddening.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he says. “So tight.”

“Javi—shit—“

“So good… so pretty like this, with my cock inside you.”

He’s buried inside you to the hilt, every inch of him thick and throbbing in you, not even moving yet and you’re both over the edge. He’s still half dressed, so you reach to unbutton his shirt, exposing his golden-kissed skin to you as you begin to press light kisses on his neck and chest, causing him to grunt.

And then he start to move.

He’s snapping his hips against yours, the pace not too slow, yet not too fast; it’s more than enough for you to feel him, to take him in inch by inch. This is desperate, needy, and you both relish into it. You’re clearly both deprived, and neither of you can last long. Javier’s grunts and moans are a dead giveaway that he’s close.

“You’re taking me so g-good—“Javier groans. “S’tight—and warm. You’re so good, cariño.”

Thrust after thrust, the squelching sound emerging from in between your legs joined by the slap of his balls against the curve of your ass downright obscene, building to the tension even more.

You’re not sure how you get in this position, but suddenly you’re atop of him, snug and full, riding him till you both reach that sweet moment of release that you so eagerly desire. Javier buries his head in between your breasts, kissing your sternum as you rock yourself up and down on his cock.

“That’s it, cariño—keep going—take what you want—“

“Javi—Javiii—“

His name becomes a prayer on your lips, the only word you know how to say in this moment. His hands reach around to grab handfuls of your ass as you bounce on him, and then something clicks. It burns and aches, and he moans louder, unable to send another warning to you.

“You’re doing so good—s’perfect—perfect, beautiful… fuck, fuck, yes—“

His thrusts meet you halfway and he finally comes with a loud grunt, holding you up on his cock, the sensation triggering your own orgasm again. Sweat clings to your bodies, and you hug each other tightly, your breasts pressed flat against his chest as your mouths meet. The kiss is slow, just as your bodies move now in sated bliss. You smile into it, and you only pull back to look at Javier. He’s smiling too, and you brush through the sweaty curls at the back of his head. You feel him everywhere, in between your legs, in your bones, and on your skin.

“I love you,” you tell him, kissing his nose and forehead.

Javier melts in your embrace, his cock softening inside you as he pulls out. He keeps you close, as if still afraid of losing you somehow.

“I love you too,” he replies, and for the first time in his life, he feels it to be the truest thing he’s ever said.

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[rotworld]

16: Blood Oath

an emergency situation sends you and your partner to an unorthodox couple's therapist.

->explicit. contains dubcon, blood drinking, inappropriate therapist behavior, arranged relationship, ntr/cuckolding into threesome, terato.

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The waiting room is windowless, lit only by a handful of flickering candles in colored glass. The shadows are thick and what little you can make out is dull and indistinct. You can see the glint of a picture frame on the wall but not what’s inside of it. There’s the silhouette of a coffee table in the corner and a pile of indistinct magazines. Elias checks in at the desk with a woman whose eyes have the same reflective shine as his and settles into the stiff chair beside you. His expression is pinched, his arms folded over his chest. He doesn’t look at you. 

“I never noticed this place was here before,” you say. “I come through this part of town all the time.” 

“Mhm,” Elias says. 

You tug nervously at the thick fabric of your turtleneck, fingers grazing the gnarled scar tissue underneath. You’re rambling, spewing inept, fumbling conversation, saying whatever comes to mind. Elias hums in acknowledgement or nods but that’s all he gives you. He stares straight ahead and nothing and you can’t read him at all, have no idea what he’s thinking. It makes your stomach turn. “We should find more nightbound places to hang out. You’re always just going wherever I go—not that I mind, I don’t, at all, I just…it can’t be good on your eyes. I could be better about things like that, I think. I could be better about a lot of things.” 

“I’m not mad at you,” he says. 

He should be, you think. His breathing is shallow and a little ragged, a sickly, phlegmy sound rattling in his chest whenever he inhales. He’s tense; in pain. You’ve been partners for almost two years and he’s always had this powerful, unshakable air about him. It’s not just how he looks, but the leather jacket and confident swagger probably doesn’t hurt. He walks into a room and people turn to look, primed for fight-or-flight. Doesn’t matter if they’re nightbound or not, they can feel the power thrumming under his skin and they know not to fuck with him. Every bar in this city has an Elias story. People fear him, look up to him, know they can count on him.

Then the Dusk Council assigns him a partner and it’s like he’s been declawed. Can’t even win a fight in his favor without getting mauled in the process.

A door opens. Elias is on his feet, putting himself between you and the newcomer in an instant. His broad outline blocks your view entirely and you can see him bristling, his wheezing turning to growls. 

“Elias? Ah, and that must be your partner. I’m Dr. Griffiths. Follow me, please.” 

He doesn’t relax until you squeeze his hand. He squeezes back but he still doesn’t look at you. There’s shame written all over his face. 

Dr. Griffiths’ office is just down the hall. He tells you to take a seat as he lights a few extra candles, adding just enough brightness for you to see more clearly. It’s cozy and vintage. The floor is maroon carpet and there’s a Victorian sofa with a wooden frame across from his desk. The walls are lined with bookshelves and faded, sepia photographs. Dr. Griffiths is wearing a suit jacket and nothing underneath it, flashing a stripe of pale skin down to form-fitting trousers. He’s Elias’ opposite, built tall and thin rather than stocky, his features soft, almost androgynous. 

You settle beside Elias on the floral cushions, his ripped jeans pressed against your thigh. Dr. Griffiths doesn’t sit down, instead leaning against his desk with his hip cocked and his gaze uncomfortably intense. Some time passes in silence, the ticking of a clock the only sound.

“To begin,” he says suddenly, making Elias flinch, “I’d like to commend you both on your decision to come here. I know that must’ve been difficult. That you’re here, that you came together, is very promising.” He pauses. You can tell he’s studying you both carefully, his gaze flicking from Elias’ straight-backed, rigid posture to you, curled nervously beside him. “You’re double-latent, correct?” he asks you. 

“Oh. Yeah,” you say, sheepish. “In my family, people usually wait until they get partnered to start studying or practicing. Safer that way.” 

“But you still haven’t.” He smiles reassuringly at your timid nod. “I can tell by scent. Very pleasant, just a bit muffled still. You’re…unripe, shall we say?” Elias looks at him sharply. “Should we get the hard part out of the way first and talk about what brought you here?” 

Elias glares at the carpet. Gently, you thread your fingers together. He squeezes so hard it almost hurts. “I…” He starts. Stops. Takes a deep breath, gathers his thoughts. “I fucked up.” 

“No, you didn’t,” you say. “It was my fault.” 

“No it fucking wasn’t—” Dr. Griffiths clears his throat. You and Elias look at each other guiltily. “We were walking home from Gisela’s, this bar,” Elias says. “It was late, and kinda quiet, and there was a hunter following us. I don’t know how long he’d been there.” 

“You didn’t hear him approach?” Dr. Griffiths asks. 

“I—no. I didn’t.” Elias runs a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Anyway, I killed him. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. He was armed but nothing serious.” 

“Were you injured?” 

You swallow hard. Elias squeezes your hand again in reassurance, and then lets you go. He shrugs off his jacket first and then, without hesitating, peels off his shirt. You don’t want to look, but you force yourself. That’s your fault. Those huge blisters, the still oozing, pulsating mass of burns across his shoulders and down his chest happened because of you. That gaping wound through the chest, so deep you can see bone and quivering organs, should be nothing but a swirl of rough, regenerating tissue by now. 

Dr. Griffiths asks the obvious question, the one you’ve been waiting for. “Why haven’t you fed?” Elias’s lips press into a tight frown. “You’re extremely malnourished. You should’ve sensed the hunter before he was close enough to do this much damage, and you should be healed by now.” 

You fidget, crossing and uncrossing your legs. “It’s hard for me to feed him,” you admit. Dr. Griffiths approaches slowly, mindful of Elias’ watchful stare. He takes your opposite side, pressed close just like Elias. “What do you mean by that?” he asks gently.

But he knows already. You can tell. He’s looking at you—at your throat. At the exact spot on your turtleneck you keep picking at. He makes eye contact with Elias as he reaches up and hooks two fingers into the fabric and tugs it down. The scar isn’t that old. It’s a puffy ridge, twin spots joined by faint, bumpy lines, a blurry replication of Elias’ fangs. Elias digs his fingers into the knees of his jeans so hard he rips the holes even bigger, his nails hardening into claws.

“Because it hurts a lot,” you say, your voice dying to a whisper. 

Dr. Griffiths smooths his thumb over the scar. “The pain is that much stronger than the pleasure?” You must be staring at him the same way because he glances from you to Elias and back again, eyes widening in surprise. “Elias,” he says patiently, “am I understanding this correctly? Your partner has never climaxed from your bite?” 

Blood rushes to your face with dizzying speed. Elias looks as mortified as you feel, his eyes wide and his hands shredding bloody holes into his jeans, shrugging helplessly. “Is that supposed to happen?” you ask, your voice pitched in disbelief. 

A smile slowly works its way across Dr. Griffiths’ face. His grip slides from your neckline to the bottom of your sweater. You feel his cold fingers against your skin. “May I?” he asks. You’re too stunned to answer, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not asking you. His gaze is fixed on Elias over your shoulder, and Elias, his jaw clenched and his chest heaving, nods stiffly. 

You yelp when your sweater comes off in a flurry of movement and you’re suddenly in the therapist’s lap. Dr. Griffiths slips out of his jacket and he shifts right in front of you. He’s a different kind of nightbound than Elias. He becomes leaner and gaunt-faced, bones prominent beneath the skin. Thin, leathery membranes extend from his underarms, long, clawed fingers forming the rigid frame. He wraps one winged arm around you loosely, a gentle but firm grip on the small of your back keeping you trapped against him. You’re already trembling, the sight of a nightbound’s true face associated with agony. Dr. Griffiths strokes his palm up and down your spine, the membrane of his wing like a strange skin blanket moving across your skin. 

“This isn’t uncommon at all,” Dr. Griffiths says quietly. “It happens most often in isolated communities. Without a proper mentor, many nightbound never learn the proper feeding method. I assume you exclusively fed from hunters before being partnered and therefore this was never a concern.” You don’t hear anything more substantial than a grunt from Elias, but Dr. Griffiths considers it an answer. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. But you do need to learn. Look here, Elias. Shift, please.” 

You feel the couch dip beneath his increased weight. Elias is much larger when he shifts, tall enough to loom over both of you. In contrast to Dr. Griffiths’ smooth, hairless body, Elias is covered in a fine brown fuzz. You hear him rumbling the way he always does when you’re upset, the tip of one wingclaw grazing the nape of your neck reassuringly. You feel so small sandwiched between them. You glance up and find Elias peering down at you, his large, pointed ears pricked as he listens to your rushing heartbeat, dark eyes reflecting your nervous expression. His features are caught somewhere between a human’s and a bat, his lower face more protruding and snout-like, fangs extended.

“Comfy?” he asks, teasing. His voice is an even deeper rumble like this. At least he doesn’t look so crestfallen and guilty anymore.

“A little snug,” you say, masking the nervous flare in your stomach with a laugh. “But I’m good.”

Dr. Griffiths cups your chin and has you turn your head, baring your neck to him. The posture makes you shiver and Elias tries to get closer. You feel his body heat radiating through Dr. Griffiths’ wing. “You should have your venom prepared before you bite,” he says. “It should bead at the tip of your fang. If you can’t taste it, you’re not ready yet. Until you become more proficient, you shouldn’t linger. The bite should be quick and clean.” 

He wasn’t lying about the quick part. Dr. Griffiths ducks his head against the curve of your neck and shoulder before you’ve fully prepared for the movement and his fangs sink into your flesh.

You aren’t ready. You aren’t even close. It feels nothing like Elias’ bite. It’s heat and electricity flooding your veins, pure pleasure beneath your skin. His venom shoots straight to your sex you let out a sobbing whine, bucking your hips against him desperately. You can’t hold back a sobbing whine as you arch into Dr. Griffiths with a cry and cum untouched. He keeps you still through all your squirming and moaning, ignoring the insistent movement of your hips. He’s half-hard from the blood and you hump the bulge in his trousers shamelessly. 

The high lingers even when his fangs come out of your skin with a wet, sucking sound. You’re slumped against him, hazy-eyed and unsure of where you are or what you were even doing. A gentle claw smooths through your hair and you keen, leaning into the touch. People are talking above you, the words slowly becoming unmuffled, more understandable as you come back to yourself.

“—possible your venom production has also been affected, in which case you’ll need to work a little harder to supplement it. Feeding should be intimate, yes? Treat it as such. This is your oathbound partner. Your bite should please them.” 

You’re being lifted, turned around. Your back rests against Dr. Griffiths’ chest and you’re staring blearily at Elias. The wound in his chest stands out even more now, a cavernous hole gouged into his fur. The glaring, organic red is more obvious when it’s surrounded by fur. A miserable whimper builds in your throat. Elias bends down, nuzzling against your cheek. He bends further, nosing against your throat, your chest, pressing kisses down your abdomen. Your breath hitches when his claws hook into your pants, tugging at them insistently.

Dr. Griffiths lifts you, helping Elias get you undressed. His slender claws cup your thighs, pulling your legs apart. You’re embarrassed to be so turned on again already, but the venom hasn’t worked its way through your system yet. You’re still sensitive everywhere, whimpering just from Elias caressing your hip. 

“Relax,” Dr. Griffiths whispers, his voice warming your ear. “Your partner needs the practice. You just keep yourself nice and open, hm? We’ll do the rest.” His hands slide up and down your thighs. “Use your hand, Elias. Mind your claws.” 

It’s a little awkward at first. You’ve never tried doing anything like this while he’s shifted. Elias’ hand is firmer, the flesh of his wing extending from his palm. He rubs your sex with slow, deliberate strokes, carefully watching your face for every small reaction. He looks relieved when you start moaning and grinding back against him. Dr. Griffiths keeps massaging you, one hand trailing up your chest. He’s incredibly aware of his body, using the bony ridge of his wing to graze your nipple in teasing, back and forth motions. He rolls the hardening nub between his thumb and foreclaw, making you gasp and arch your back. 

“It’s good to do this even when your venom is properly potent,” he purrs, his tongue darting out to lick along the shell of your ear. “We’re predators by nature. Use your instincts to your advantage and pay attention to your partner’s body. Find where they’re weakest to your touch.” 

Elias is a quick study. He figures out exactly where and how to touch you to get you writhing, so needy and overstimulated you have tears in your eyes. You cum on his hand and he lets out a pleased rumble, his tongue curling between his fingers to lap up your mess before he’s right back at it. You can’t think straight. Your sex throbs and the pleasure keeps coming. Dr. Griffiths has both of your nipples teased into hardness and he’s kissing your neck, his teeth playfully scraping the bite he left behind. You can feel the venom in his fangs tingle across your skin, a warm, pleasant heat in every playful nip. 

“Elias!” you sob. You’re ready. You want it. He looks up and your eyes meet. 

You met in a crowded auditorium, one introduction in a chaotic sea of them during a mass pairing ceremony. You were afraid. You’d heard stories. Elias was big and intimidating, all muscle and hard angles, dressed in black. You were afraid to make eye contact, but when you finally did, you saw a cautious sort of happiness. Someone who was used to having things go horribly wrong, afraid of this new, wonderful thing that had just appeared in front of them. You exchanged the basics, names, hobbies, occupations. 

“I’m not, like, fancy or nothing,” he’d said, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. 

“I don’t care about that,” you said, and he looked at you like you’d thrown him a life preserver after a week stranded at sea, like the nicest thing he’d ever seen.

That’s how he looks at you now.

“I’m gonna bite you,” Elias warns. You nod. You can’t help but tense up a little bit, but you accept it, accept him, no matter what. Elias works you right to the edge of another orgasm with quick fingers slick with your cum. He sits up without stopping or slowing his pace, nuzzling his face against your neck. He finds an unmarred space—a fresh start. You’re breathless and begging him for it, your hips stuttering, your sex sore and throbbing, the pleasure starting to hurt. Elias kisses you. You hear a growl as he licks away Dr. Griffiths’ scent, swirling his tongue across your skin.

He hesitates. His fangs rest against your soft throat for just a moment, wavering, just pricking the skin. You feel the thick ooze of venom tingling across your neck and then, finally, he bites. It hurts. It still makes you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders, but you don’t let him pull away, because it’s good. There’s something pleasant there for the first time, a heated, throbbing sensation. You can feel how much he loves you, how he shakes, how hard he tries and how much of himself he puts into the moment. He suckles at the wound only briefly but it’s enough to completely fill his cock and make him rut against you, his enormous shaft grinding hot against your belly. 

The bite is numb by the time he lets go. You pitch forward and he catches you, enclosing you in a cocoon of his wings. You feel floaty and a little delirious but not completely out of it. You’re mostly present, catching bits of Dr. Griffiths’ praise and advice. Mostly, you let yourself relax and drift. Elias’ heartbeat slows to a contented, soothing rhythm. The membrane of his wing rubs up and down your back and he keeps rumbling so softly you think he’s unaware of it. 

“That was beautiful! You both did wonderfully. I can tell you’re well suited to each other. I know our elders meant well, but partnering often leaves much to be desired…”

“Not for me,” Elias says. “They’re perfect.” His thumb claw gently strokes your cheek and you burrow deeper into his warmth, smiling against the rough, warm patch of skin where his chest has already begun to heal.

[onceuponastory]

tastes like heaven - b.b x reader

Plot: Y/N has been in love with Bucky Barnes for as long as she can remember, but is too afraid to act on her feelings, assuming he doesn’t feel the same way about her. But when they both get picked for seven minutes in heaven at Natasha’s birthday party, it changes everything. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A few alcohol mentions. Other than that, just sickly sweet fluff. It’s a little cliché, but that’s just how I like it, hahaha. Notes: This was written for @sidepartskinnyjeans​’ birthday writing challenge. I used the prompts: spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven and “Aren’t we a little old for these games?” cause Bucky and Steve are old, lmao

Taking another sip of the cocktail clutched in her hand, Y/N grimaces as she feels the strong tasting alcohol travelling down her throat. She will have to tell Thor to stop putting Asgardian liquor in the cocktails. How the hell he can drink it with little to no struggle is still a mystery to her. Her eyes glance to her best friend, Bucky. He’s chatting on the couch with Steve, and the pair are drinking some whisky. Her eyes go lower, scanning Bucky’s body. He’s in a black shirt, and his metal arm glints in the light. He looks great. She takes another gulp of the drink, hoping it at least loosens her up a bit. If only she could drink as much alcohol as Steve and Bucky can without being able to feel the effects like them. She sighs. There are a lot of ‘if onlys’ in her life. Funnily enough, the biggest one she has focuses on Bucky and whether he- “Hey! You having fun?” Natasha appears beside her suddenly, cutting off Y/N’s train of thought and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Y/N giggles.

“I should be asking you that. It is your birthday party, after all, Nat.” Natasha scoffs, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh please, that’s a dumb question. You know I love parties.” She points out, and Y/N nods. “Anyway, what are you doing over here? What’s got your attention so…oh.” Natasha looks over to what Y/N was looking at: the two super soldiers sitting on the couch. She raises an eyebrow. “I see.” She grins. Y/N gasps, her cheeks flushing.

“No. You don’t see anything.”

“Mhm suuuure. I definitely don’t see my best friend making bedroom eyes at The Winter Soldier. No way.” She jokes, and Y/N lightly elbows her in the side.

“Hey! It’s your birthday, and we’re not doing this right now. No discussions on my love life. Besides, didn’t you want to play some games or something?” Y/N asks, desperately trying to change the subject from her actions. Thankfully, it seems to work, and Natasha nods, grinning.

“Yes, I do! Now come on, we need to get set up!” She orders, taking her hand and pulling her into the crowd. As she goes, Y/N fails to notice Bucky glancing her way, a smile on his face.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A few hours later, after eating all the food and cake they can, the party guests sit in a circle on the floor. Of course, Natasha decided that they should play as many games as possible. Well, as many as they can before everyone is too drunk or tired to continue. And as the birthday girl, what she says goes. Right now, the group is waiting for Thor to come back before discovering what game they’re playing next. But since Thor’s downing the remnants of another bottle of Asgardian liquor, Y/N is confident that she knows where this is going. After all, she knows only one game that needs an empty bottle and a circle of players.

Y/N glances around the circle, wondering who, if anyone, she’ll be matched with. Her eyes land on Bucky, sitting a few people away from her, sandwiched between Steve and Sam. Bucky looks up, noticing her looking at him, and he gives her a smile…a smile that immediately makes her melt. Like some perfect cliché, Y/N has been in love with her best friend Bucky Barnes ever since she met him. And, of course, she hasn’t told him how she feels and probably never will. Despite how much her heart aches for him and how much her mind pictures scenarios with him before she goes to sleep every night, she knows she can’t tell him the truth. It could ruin everything between them, and that’s the last thing she wants. Not to mention that Bucky definitely doesn’t feel the same way about her. She just knows he doesn’t. And that’s why Y/N decided a long time ago that if she can’t date Bucky Barnes, she’d much rather spend the rest of her life pining over him than being heartbroken and upset that he rejected her. And that’s why she stays quiet.

But Bucky is just so fantastic. Despite his past and the amount of trauma that goes along with it, he’s so kind and loving. Primarily to her, though. Well…only to her, really. Bucky Barnes treats the world with as much anger and pessimism as it treated him with, but Bucky treats Y/N like she’s sunshine personified. He could be having the worst day in the world, yet he’ll still greet her with a smile and a friendly conversation. And come on, who wouldn’t fall in love with someone like that after a while?

“You alright?” Bucky mouths at her, wondering why she hasn’t said anything to him. Immediately, Y/N feels herself blushing, and she quickly smiles back at him with a nod before averting her gaze, unwilling to embarrass herself in front of him. Out of the corner of her eyes, she can see Sam giving her a slight reassuring grin. Naturally, Sam discovered her crush on Bucky almost immediately and keeps gently encouraging her to come clean, despite her reservations. And every time, Y/N says no. Her eyes flicker back up to Bucky one last time. He’s turned away from her, chatting away to Steve about something. Y/N sighs.

 Would it really be so bad if he knew the truth?

“Sorry, friends! I’m here now.” Thor announces loudly, making Y/N jump a little. He sits down, placing the bottle right in the middle of the circle.

“Spin the bottle? Really Nat?” Steve groans. “Come on, Buck and I remember playing this game when we were kids! Aren’t we a little old for these games?”

“Well, that was a long time ago, Rogers. You probably forgot what it’s like.” Tony jokes before receiving a death glare from Steve.

“Boys….Play nice. It’s my birthday, and what I say goes.” Natasha warns, her blue eyes narrowing. The boys mumble an apology, and Y/N and Wanda giggle. “And besides, it’s not exactly spin the bottle. It’s spin the bottle to decide who gets to play seven minutes in heaven.” She raises an eyebrow, looking at Steve and Bucky. “Do you know that game?” 

After a quick explanation…primarily to Bucky, the group is ready to begin. As people take their turns, Y/N works through what she’s going to do if she gets picked to play. She takes a few gulps from her glass for liquid courage. Her eyes scan the group. Thankfully, she’s friends with almost all of them, so if she does have to kiss one of them, it shouldn’t be too awkward. That is, of course, unless it’s Bruce or Tony. She shudders a little at the thought of being stuck in a room with Tony Stark, but pushes that thought out of her mind as she watches the bottle spin around, the alcohol flowing, and some of her friends get up to go into the room together. And slowly, the number of participants who haven’t gone yet begins to dwindle down until only a few are left…including her and Bucky.

“Alright, Bucky, it’s your turn.” Sam grins. Frowning slightly, Bucky leans over, grabbing the bottle in his metal hand and beginning to spin it.  “Why would you use the metal arm?! We’re going to be here all night.” Sam jokingly groans. Y/N ignores his comment, though, and watches as the bottle spins. For some reason, she already has a feeling she knows who it’s going to land on. And she starts to regret the amount of alcohol she ingested. Soon after, Y/N’s prophecy comes true, as the bottle stops right on her. 

Her heart rate rises immediately. Whether it’s in excitement or fear, she doesn’t know. Bucky ignores the chorus of cheers and other comments from the group and stands up, holding his metal hand out to Y/N with a smile, which she takes, letting him pull her up and lead her towards the room. On the way there, she tries to remain level headed but struggles to do so. After all, what else is she supposed to do when she’s about to be stuck in a room with the man she’s in love with? Sam and Steve grin as she passes them, and she frowns. Did they plan this? Those fuckers must have planned this. 

She feels Bucky give her hand a small reassuring squeeze, and she turns to him. His smile makes her feel a little better…until Natasha opens the door and gently pushes them both inside, telling them that she’ll let them know when the timer is up. The door shuts, and Y/N and Bucky are alone together. And Y/N is immediately nervous again.

“Well….” She trails off, trying not to make direct eye contact with Bucky. Some light peeks in through the cracks in the door, illuminating part of his body. Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat. Fucking hell, he’s so beautiful.

“I just wanted to say that we don’t have to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. I know it’s the game’s main focus, but if you don’t want to kiss me, we don’t have to.” Bucky reassures her. A small smile grows on her lips at that. Bucky’s always so nice to her. If only he knew that kissing him is all she’s ever dreamed of. 

“Same here. If you don’t want to kiss, we don’t have to.” For a moment, Bucky opens his mouth, and every fibre of Y/N’s being hopes that it’s to say that he wants to kiss her too, that all he has ever wanted is to be with her. Instead, however, Bucky simply says:

“Thanks, Y/N.” Y/N nods curtly. The pair stand in silence for a while, waiting to see what the other will say, and perhaps wondering if either will say that they do want to kiss the other. Y/N’s mind and body are screaming at her to just say something, even if it’s not admitting her true feelings to him. 

“You um…you look beautiful tonight. I like your dress.” Bucky speaks suddenly before wincing. “Ah, shit, I don’t mean that as in you don’t usually look beautiful, because you do, it’s just tonight you’re extra-” Y/N blushes once more, and she laughs a little.

“Bucky.” She cuts him off. “Thank you. You look handsome too.” Bucky smiles. And then…the pair are back to another awkward silence. Y/N frowns. It’s never usually this awkward when she’s around Bucky. Then again, they’ve never been shoved into a room together with a time limit and a demand to kiss one another. Even so, they still manage to speak to each other even in other weird situations they’ve been in together, so she’s unsure why it’s such an issue now. 

Her eyes scan Bucky’s body again, and Y/N tries her best to build up some courage to at least say something…anything. The alcohol in her stomach that she ingested in the hopes of having some liquid courage suddenly turns sour, and she sighs. “You alright? You seem sad.” Bucky asks. Of fucking course he notices when she’s feeling like this. Stupid fucking super-soldier serum. Bucky steps closer, wrapping his arms around Y/N and pulling her closer. Her breath hitches in her throat. Is this it? Is it finally happening? She readies herself, pursing her lips slightly and getting ready to tilt her head. Bucky pulls Y/N into a hug without another word, gently rubbing her back. Y/N is confused for a moment. That is not where she expected things to go. Of course, hugging Bucky is one of her favourite things in the world, but it’s not really ideal when you were hoping for a kiss. Y/N sniffles. Why was she stupid enough to think he would actually do it? And now, she will miss the one chance she has to kiss him because she’s too scared to admit her feelings. What the fuck is wrong with her?

Frowning, Bucky pulls away from her, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure you're alright?” He asks. When Y/N opens her mouth again, everything comes out at once. 

“No! I’m not alright, Bucky!” She exclaims. “I do want to kiss you, alright?! It’s all I’ve ever fucking wanted since I met you! I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship! But you’re just so NICE a-and handsome and…UGH! Now I finally have a chance to kiss you, and I’m too much of a wuss to actually ask you if you want to do it.” The realisation of what she just said hits her, and Y/N groans. “And now I’ve gone and fucked it up like usual.” Bucky chuckles, and she frowns. “What’s so funny, Bucky? Is my sad-”

“Y/N,” Bucky speaks, his voice soft. She can feel butterflies rising in her stomach.

“Mhm?”

“Of course I want to kiss you. I’ve felt the same way about you for just as long as you have.” He admits. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

“Oh god, even after all of…of that?” She asks, referencing her almost meltdown from a few seconds ago. Bucky nods, chuckling slightly. 

“Even then.”

Y/N breathes a giant sigh of relief. “Oh thank fuck, because-”

“Y/N?” Bucky repeats, making her stop talking. “I love you, but please stop talking so I can kiss you before our time is up.” Y/N immediately shuts her mouth.

Gently, Bucky turns his head, moving it closer towards Y/N until his lips touch hers. He tastes like cake, sprinkles and whisky. 

He tastes like heaven. 

Y/N steps closer, deepening the kiss as all her passion and hunger for Bucky are finally released. Her arms go around his shoulders and neck, and she can feel his hands going around her waist. The two are so absorbed in each other, so consumed by their love and happiness that they don’t even register the door opening and Natasha’s cheerful voice exclaiming: “Ha! I knew it! You all owe me $20.”