#reblogging this as a way of showing how much i admire the title screens

[death---dealer]

Well.. since all we have to do is ask.. could we get an imagine with Owen where he and reader have been long time friends with secret feelings… maybe throw some angst in there, and then at the end they tell each other and we get a cute makeout sesh or something? 🫣🫣🫣

Authors Note: holy self-indulgence batman. I usually don't write stuff like this but let's give it a whirl. If it's not your thing, then just scoot along.

Title: Monkeying Around. Words: 4.2K+ Pairing: Owen Teague x Reader. Summary: You and he were best friends. What happens when he goes to Australia to film a little movie we all know and love? Taking place in 2022-2023. ** THIS IS PART ONE, THERE WILL BE A PART TWO IF ENOUGH INTEREST IS SHOWN ** Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated! Show support for fanfic writers!

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“Oh my god,” You laughed, clutching your phone that much tighter as you tossed your head back in amusement at what had popped up on the screen upon accepting the FaceTime from your best friend. His face was always refreshing to see; the crisp white nature of his t-shirt balancing off the darkened nature of his eyebrows and his--- You blinked, sitting up a bit with a stammer, “Owen, y-... Your hair, what happened?”

You could hear the sigh he gave through your headphones, wishing nothing more than to have him beside you to cause the hot breath that accompanied it against your shoulder. Slowly, you admired the way that his lanky wrist rubbed the back of his head, feeling the pricking of shorter hair between his long fingers as Owen muttered.

“They had to cut it for the uh… Suits. You know,” Drifting his hand forward, there was a delicately placed motion in front of the striking features he held, your vision coated with his thinned ulna and radius along with the splay of long digits. No rings or bracelets against his skin, you drew your bottom lip in, probably for filming… Your mind was quick to deduce a reasoning.

Your heart fluttered a small bit at the smile that tore against his features when Owen rested his hand back down after charading to you in silence that he meant the suit that fit on his head with the camera attached for the film he was working on and you heard the shuffle as he held his phone more sturdily and sat back on what appeared to be a bed. “The head piece, it’s gotta fit. My hair was in the way! I told them not to--- I said ‘You can’t do this, my best friend in the whole wide world--- she’s gonna kill me if I cut any of it off’.”

“You’re bald.”

“I still have some hair! Just not… A whole lot.” Playfully defending himself, Owen drifted his tongue along the front of his teeth and felt his lips pull into a smirk at your reaction. You cackled almost manically and garnered yourself a laugh from him. Slowly, your smile dissipated into nothing more than a mirrored reflection of how Owen looked. Solemn around the edges as you both stared at each other through a screen, peeking in at 10,000 miles apart from each other. It was light there, abundantly so as the timezone shifted greatly. Morning for him now, it was cusped around the evening for you back in the States and the sun would begin its departure soon and Owen would have to leave.. You would… Have to let him.

There was a small sinking in your stomach at that. There was nothing you could do to get Owen to stay, you knew now as it had been a month into filming and the schedule for him seemed so tedious. It probably was, given much of what he was doing was considered physical workouts at times.

 “Does it feel weird?” There was a drull nature to your tone as you shifted your body upwards to prop against your bed frame with a small grunt.

“Kinda refreshing.”

Earnest honesty was the way to go as Owen flashed that boyish grin that only until recently with him being gone did you realize that you missed greatly. The way it would shift from innocent to absolute terror filled in a matter of moments when he thought of something devious was captivating, the strong brow ridge was formidable now that Owen had grown a bit more you wanted nothing more than to caress with your finger tips, a strong mouth… You pouted to yourself at the feeling rising against the back of your neck.

When… did this become… Not friendly anymore…? Something… Deeper.. All things about him you expected to miss, he was your best friend but this… Owen… You missed, drawing your pointer finger against the case of your phone. “Won’t be for long, you know?” He must have seen the look on your face as you attempted to smile, “Hair grows back. It’ll be back to normal in a few weeks, I wanna bet it’ll be back to normal length when I come home.” “You just look so different,” Swallowing hard, you sat up a bit more so Owen was able to see your face properly instead of at an acutely unflattering angle. “Probably that Ape School. Got in your head, huh? Hoo-hoo.” There was piqued interest in how Owen laughed at that, baring his teeth for you and only you in the moment as he nodded in agreement.

“That’s… gonna take me a long time to get out of my head, I tell ya.” Owen huffed, “I’m gonna chase after you. I’m planning on taking the stilts they have me using when I need to move on all fours---”

“I will never forgive you if you chase after me as a monkey.”

“Not monkey,” Owen corrected you with a smug smile as he brought the camera closer to his face. Blessing you with a comedic angle that was facing upwards into his nose, you were finally beckoned to laugh wholeheartedly, “They’re called Apes, (Name).”

“Sorry, Monkey boy---” You popped your mouth as Owen chuckled deeply in his chest, the reverb itself attractive and you wanted to hear it in your ear. “Ape Man, more like it.”

“I’ll be the Ape Man to your Ape Woman.” 

“Think you can get me tuition to Ape School to start my training? I can book a flight to Australia---” “I’ll book the flight for you!” He joked, hearing a soft pattering against the door of his room. “Shit. I gotta go. Filming starts in thirty and we still gotta drive to the studio---” “Go, Ape Man.” There was an attempt to hide the disappointment in your voice but Owen was able to hear it as if you were already crying. He looked at the screen for a second longer than was needed, seeing the tear of your mouth from a smile into a mild frown. Not usually noticeable, but… He knew you well enough. Hell, being friends all these years, Owen probably knew you better than you knew yourself at times but… That wasn’t the point here as he heard Lydia and Travis chattering by the door, another knock ensuing.

He wanted nothing more in the moment than to sit and talk for hours like you two had done so many times before, occasionally even into the later hours of the morning. It took a lot to convince his mom to even let you stay in his bedroom, let alone that late but Owen managed. But there you were. Thousands upon thousands of miles away without him. He brisked you a slight half-smile that did nothing to reassure either of you.

“I’ll talk to you later, Ape Woman.”

“I’ll probably be asleep when you’re---”

“I’ll blow your phone up if you don’t answer me.” Owen chuffed, amused at the grin you gave him as your finger hovered over the end button to cut the call short. It pained you, always but it was better than letting him hang up on you. Anything… Was better than that.

“You better, Teague.”

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‘Flight lands at 3. Will you be here with mom and dad to pick me up?’

You stared at the text from your best friend, glancing longingly at the name ‘Owen’ accompanied by the monkey emoji. Fingers flicked against each other as you drew your laptop to a slow close and tucked your phone into the familiar stance of your hands. Hovering above the letters, you contemplated the answer. Months seemed to fly by without worry.

From October, into November… December… Two more and it was now nearing the beginning of March and the sensation of loss was right around the corner at the lack of contact that the two of you were at no fault for. Owen was busy, you understood that. Withdrawing was your way of letting him deal and do what he needed without you constantly pestering him. It was your choice as your fingers tapped a quick response, setting the phone down ardently face down as to not linger on it.

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‘Can’t. Busy with work. I’ll swing by when you get home.’

Owen’s blue-ish eyes stared at the message in a deepened state of dissatisfaction. That… Was not an answer he was expecting as his thinned thumbs tapped away at a response. Anything that made sense, his mind fluttering with sudden onset worry that you were mad at him. Why would you though? He’d done nothing wrong--- In fact, he was coming home so why weren’t you more excited? That was selfish, he thought to himself and drew a deep breath in, the rattling against his collarbones unexplainable. Reckon, there had been days where you two weren’t speaking. Owen’s thumb shifted upwards to look at the shared messages between the two of you, seeing more blue on his side than seeing any responses from you. 

Memes were Owen’s way of going around it, a few pictures sliding against his gaze as he clicked his phone shut, peering out the window of the airport. You’d been pulling away for months now. No doubt it coincided with his filming schedule and the proof was right there on the screen of his device. Lack of responses, you eventually even stopped reacting with the laughing emoji to the pictures he sent on set, fully garbed in his lyca suit and motion-capture camera. Not allowed, but Owen managed to sneak a few for your viewing pleasure. What was he expecting in the first place? Your undivided attention like you were his? You were just his best friend! Best… Friend… 

Eyelids slid shut. There was a small worry in his mind… What… If you found someone during that time? A boyfriend, he seethed inside of his own mind Sure, it was only a few months but you were well--- Owen tapped his phone against his thigh and sighed again, this one more melancholy than the last as he had no idea where this onset of feelings truly came from. You were you and he had no doubt that there’d be a line waiting as if he were first in it. 

He needed to say something. Anything.

Looking at his phone once more, he deleted the previous message. The ‘I miss you’ Owen longed to send in favor of a less drastic approach. Something… Less desperate, he hoped. 

‘Dinner is at 6. Mom is making my favorite ;) If you wanted to swing by.’

Owen left it open. Tapping send, he hoped… The hook at the end would garner him a monkey joke. Anything from you that wasn’t stagnant.

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“(Name)!”

Groaning softly, you rolled onto your side and peeped your eyes open for only a split second before they rested back shut. That voice… Your mom… She could wait, you decided and rolled back onto your stomach, face flattening into your pillow with a sigh of contentment. There was nothing quite like an afternoon nap. Well… From the darkness against your eyelids, you figured it was seeping into the evening time but that didn't matter as you tugged your blanket closer to your body. You’d sleep the rest of the night given the chance, better than picking up your phone and having to see what you would assume to be a bombardment of texts and maybe even a call from Owen. 

“(Name), if you don’t get out here I’m going to---” “What do you want!?” You snapped at your own mother, tugging yourself out of bed in a flurry and nearly slamming your door open as a result. “I’m trying to sle---” Peering down the hallway, you felt a small amount of shell-shock hit you at the lanky frame you were so incredibly familiar with. From the tear of the shoulders inwards to make himself appear even smaller, the long casing of his arms… The tousled hair and pursed mouth. Smacking your lips, you held up a hand and muttered hazily, “I’m still sleeping, that’s what this is.” Nodding at that, you trudged a hand through your messy hair and turned back to go into your room.

“Owen just stopped by to say hello!” Stiffening at his name, you rolled your shoulders and looked over your right one at the body standing next to your mom. “He’s been gone for so long, (Name), why didn't you tell me he was coming over?” There was nothing quite like getting scolded from her when you were still half-asleep though the other times she did this were often due to you not cleaning your room when you were younger. Go figure, you said sarcastically in your mind and reached up to rub your tired eyes.

“I---” Stammering once more, you held up your hand defensively in front of you and trailed down the small hallway into the ambient light of the living room. You ogled at him, no shame resting in your gaze as you started at his feet… All the way up Owen’s long and thin legs, the tapering of his waist the actual epitome of dreamy and the way his shoulders cascaded with strength you had not realized he garnered from his time in Ape School.

That was only noticeable up close and the shine of the necklace around his neck captivated your attention for a few moments to look at where his collar bones fused together under the otherwise pale and smooth skin you felt would be burning under your touch.  He was here. Actually… Here… Why? 

“I uh--- Sorry, mom. I must have… forgotten to tell you and I fell asleep---”

“See, I told you she fell asleep.” Owen told your mom with such a linen of recognition. You mom knew him as your best friend, after all. They were cordial and kind, friendly even as your mom constantly pestered you at times that he was single and you were single thus it made sense to want to date. 

Adamantly, that was torn down when you told her you had no interest. Owen was… Just a friend, your best friend that you lost contact with over the last few months, even now as Owen was looking over at you with what could be described as aggravated skeptical agreement, pointing at your mom with his eyes. ‘Just go along with it’, his expression said.

He was covering for you, you realized and laughed in the back of your throat at that. It was like no time had passed and Owen was chattering to your mom in the charismatic way he did in order to get himself into your bedroom with the door shut. Nothing would happen, he was always so assuring to her and even in this moment, you swallowed hard at the pat he gave your mom on her back. 

“Always sleeping, can’t even reply to my texts sometimes. You don’t mind if we go talk? I haven’t seen her in months, wanna tell her all about Australia.” His words were biting and unexpected as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Your mom looked at you and then back towards Owen with a smile, “Of course. Come over for dinner sometime and tell us all about it as well, I’m sure (Name)’s Father is interested in how big the spiders are down there.”

Owen playfully held his hand up and made a circle shape, “They’re huge.” Was said in passing as his taller body passed your mom and followed you closely to your bedroom. 

Your mouth flew open the second your bedroom door shut. “Why’re you here? I was really enjoying my na---”

“What a way to greet your best friend of all time upon his arrival from down under,” There was a faux accent placed on the last two words as you gave him a quirky grin. “I invited you to my coming-home dinner and you just left me hanging---” You groaned softly, bringing a hand upwards against your forehead to rub it tenderly. “I was taking a nap.” Truth. “I didn't even see your message!” Not so much the truth. “Liar,” The dark haired blond snapped at you with confidence and a smug smirk. He was right, you realized and gazed yearningly at the crown of his skull as Owen turned in your room so he was facing you properly, eyes lingering around the walls that held so many memories for the two of you from high school. His hair… Grew back. Not as long as when he left, but it was propped beautifully up and the mused tangles dug their greedy claws into you and you wanted to see how soft it was. You were just tired, you pushed that down and swallowed hard. 

“You have read notifications on, (Name).” Mentally, you slapped your forehead and looked off to the side, turning on the light to a lower hue so it wasn’t blinding you. Vaguely, you gave him a gesture to sit at the bottom of your bed as you crawled your body in and plopped down. A familiar position, this was how you two sat when in deep conversations with each other during the late nights of the summers. Sometimes, Owen would even sit beside you instead, letting his bony shoulder play against yours as you both fumbled over laughter. 

“Okay, so I read it and then I fell back asleep. You should--- Be with your parents, you just got home! I’m sure they miss you---” “Why weren’t you replying to my texts while I was gone?” “Oh my god, Owen.” Rolling onto your stomach, you pressed your face into the pillow once more. “Can I please fall back asleep and this is all just a nightmare?” Your voice was muffled as you felt the shift on your mattress and when you turned your head to peek, Owen was sitting beside you, nearly half off the bed as you were spread out, limbs flared outwards comfortably. “‘M sorry, I didn't mean that.”

“So, I’m the stuff of nightmares?” He joked and tilted his body against your own as you let out a small groan of approval at the sudden wash of body weight. It was hard to resist the small smile that played at your mouth, satisfaction falling on Owen for getting you to do that. “I don’t like being woken up---” “I considered just coming back, your mom was yelling for you though---”

That made you laugh hard as you cased your expression into the pillow again with a meager nod. 

“I was gonna come by tomorrow, honestly… I--- Just wanted to see you. It’s been months, (Name).” “I told you I was busy with wor---”

“I was the one busy with work, you think I don’t know what you were doing?” “Oh wise one,” You snorted and turned your head once more to look at him, your neck wrinkling with the unnatural movement, “Tell me, what was I doing that I wasn’t aware of?” “Am I a fortune teller now? I must have forgotten my ball in my other pair of pants,” Sarcastically, he rolled the beautiful rounded nature of his eyes and dropped his shoulders in comfort of there being some semblance of fun loving camaraderie between you two despite the small passage of time. “You were ignoring me!” “Was not!” “Even my sweet memes, you were ignoring all of them.” Owen placed a hand onto his chest to feign hurt and devastation. “The memes were aiight.”

“What about the pictures I sent from the set? You know I broke a big Disney rule sending those.” He teased, watching as you readjusted and placed a hand near your face. Lightly, you watched nearly cross eyed as Owen tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, the silver of his bracelet bouncing off what light was in your bedroom.

“They’re going to punish you for sending all that goodness in a lyca suit.” You raised eyebrows suggestively. 

“Not much goodness to be had, you should have seen Kevin Durand. Absolute madhouse. Big and buff,” Owen puffed out his chest and you laughed gently with the action, “I’m just… Me.”

“You’ll be a lot more when the movie comes out, you know. Even if you’re playing a monkey.”

“Ape.” “Will your Ape self be buff?” Owen smiled at you, cheekily at first before it touched back into reminiscence. He missed you and your comments. He missed the interactions despite forming great bonds with his co-stars while abroad. Nodding slightly, he turned his body to face you more head-on and you were catapulted into panic as your line of vision was almost thrusted directly onto his crotch. Nervously, you dragged your eyes upwards at the sound of his voice and watched his Adam's apple bob, “Why do you ask? You gonna have a big crush on him if he is?” “Maybe.” You snickered, rolling onto your back and gazing up at him with tenderness. 

Owen gasped dramatically, “I come back from Australia and you have a thing for furry Apes?” “Not when you put it like that!” Sniffling softly, you shut your eyes tentatively and drew a deep breath in, relishing in how it felt to be suffocated before exhaling sharply. “Maybe I’ll be just like everyone else and have a big crush on the actor instead. Remember the phase I went through with Andy Serkis? Same thing!”

“Well, in your defense, you could pull Andy Serkis any day.” Owen said confidently, throwing himself into self-doubt without care. 

“I’m glad you think that. I literally look like hot trash right now. I--- Would have gotten dressed up if I knew you were going to come over.”

“Leggings and a shirt are enough for me.” Owen admitted quietly, “Y’know I don’t really like all the glitz and glam. Makes me uncomfortable…” “The irony.” You teased, “Being an actor and such.” “That’s what’s so great about the role! I… can still walk down the street and act like a normal person. No one is seeing my face and no one is looking for me! Paparazzi who?” He admitted in a hushed tone to you, almost cusping around a whisper as if he were telling you a deep secret, “I don’t like that. I wanna still be able to come here…” He looked down at you with eyes that appeared more green in the ambience of the room, “Without anyone following me or speculating about what is going on. If anything… were to… go on.” 

“I don’t understand what you’re saying Owen.” You swallowed hard again, this time it got stuck in your chest. “You leave for a few months and come back all cryptic? What brainwashing did Disney do to you?” That was meant as a joke but as you fluttered your eyes back towards him, you felt a sinking in your chest. His expression was torn clearly into two camps. One of contemplation that rode against his strong brows and one of self-deprecation from the way that he was biting at his bottom lip. “Seriously, are you okay? You’re not jet lagged or…”

“Nahhh, I’m alright,” The man said next to you and lightly nudged you with three of his long fingers, “Just… Missed home, you know? You go off to pretend to be someone else. A completely different species and you start to miss home. Start to miss parts of yourself you didn't know were so important.”

“Australia turned you into a philosopher.” 

“I’m serious, (Name)!” Owen laughed ardently. Not at you. Never… At you but at the implications that your words made him sensationalize. They always did say that distance made the heart grow fonder, was that too philosophical to say to you? Would you understand what he meant? “Things…. Changed while I was there and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” “Y’know you’ll always have me, Teague. I’m like a wart that won’t go away.”

“Right between my toes.” He played off you with such ease and felt a twisting inside of his stomach as he drew the fingers he had nudged you with down your forearm and to the bare skin closer to your wrist. “Things are gonna… Change. I’m going to have to do a press tour for this next year and then the premieres. It’s in my contract for me to be gone a lot…” Owen wasn’t sure if this was allotted information to share or not but there was no care, “I freaked out… On the way home thinking you hated me or something---” “Owen, you nee---” “I just… Wanna make sure when I get done with all of this, this whole… thing,” He gestured rather vaguely much like you had done earlier with his long arms, “That you’re still gonna be here cheering me on.”

“I’m your own personal cheerleader, you know that! I helped you keep your hair dyed when you did IT---” “This is different.”

Lifting yourself up, Owen broke the subtle contact he had around your gentle wrist and brought his hands back into his lap, watching out of his peripheral as you propped into a seated, cross legged position. “Seriously, are you okay? You sound like a crazy---” “Think I am jet lagged. Those fourteen hours are killer.” Owen deflected with a strangled laugh and stood up slowly, “Should get home. Get some sleep… In my bed.”

“Owen…” Your eyes were soft as you looked up at him, watching as he trailed around your bed to the door, “Y-you could spend the night here, you know. Like old times. I’ll sleep on the floor---” “Don’t worry about it,” He grimaced a smile for you that seemed forced. “I’ll swing back around tomorrow. We can go get ice cream at our spot.”

That was intriguing enough, your bottom lip dragging inwards as he grasped the handle of the door, “Hey.”

“Hm?” If Owen whipped around any faster, he was sure that his head would dislocate from his body.

“Did you steal those stilts from the set?”

“They’re in my car.” He admitted with a rushed laugh from you that made his heart beat that much quicker in his chest. “Why do you ask?” “Just wondering if I need to put my running shoes on tomorrow. Was hoping… You’d chase me a bit. Give me a taste of your Ape self.”

“I’m pretty fast on all fours.” He boasted. “Ape School taught me well.”

“Then it should be an easy chase.”

[thedroneranger]

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fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

Flyboy, Jake Seresin, @kryptonitejelly This friends to lovers fic is just *chef’s kiss*. Jake is just so swoon worthy in this fic that everytime I reread it, I get just a little bit upset that he’s not real.

From The Ashes, Jake Seresin x Natasha Trace, @myshipsaresunk This Hannix rock star au will put you through the emotional ringer but it will be so worth it! I was lucky enough to beta read this one as it was being written and the endings of some of the chapters had me literally shouting at my computer screen due to some of the characters’ life choices.

Je te Laisserai Des Mots, Bradley Bradshaw, @jupitercomet This is an arranged marriage au but it’s also what I would call a period piece au. The writer says she was heavily inspired by Greta Gerwig’s Little Women but it also gives off some regency era vibes as well. Whatever era it’s supposed to be, this fic is another one that I wish never ended because I would love to stay in the world forever.

Mamma Mia, Bob Floyd/Jake Seresin/Bradley Bradshaw, @perpetuelledaydreaming Take the plot of Mamma Mia, set it in the world of Top Gun, and you have this absolutely amazing fic! And I love how it’s tied into TGM by having the reader run into all three of them again when they’re back at Top Gun for the special detachment.

My Girl, Jake Seresin, @ereardon This fic just hits all of the right spots for me when it comes to the single dad trope. And it’s also one of those fics that I wish just never ended because I just adore this little family.

Oh, Baby, Jake Seresin, @seresinhangmanjake This is the first in a super sweet series and the emotions that come through this one had me tearing up a few times the first time I read it.

Sugar and Spice, Jake Seresin, @wombtotombx This is a fantastic fic and the way SB describes things makes you feel like you’re right there in the fic with the characters. And with how knowledgeable she is when it comes to all things Navy, there are a ton of little things in this fic that just give it that extra touch. She also has a really fantastic dad!Jake series that I highly recommend!

That's a Problem?, Bradley Bradshaw, @archivallyfound09 Another super sweet fic that does the single parent trope well! Bug and his love of his ‘Ooster and Dino snacks will absolutely melt your heart!

the echo (or the answer), Jake Seresin, @anniesocsandgeneralstore I still can’t believe that I almost skipped over this werewolf au when if first showed up on my dash but I am so glad I decided to give it a go. It quickly became one of my favorites and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it. 

The Princess and The Pilot, Jake Seresin, @perfectprettypisces I am a sucker for a good ‘dating the admiral’s daughter’ fic, especially when said daughter is the only girl with over protective brothers and this one ticks both of those boxes! And the sibling dynamics in this are top notch and very believable!

Creator's Own I Heard From The Heavens, Bradley Bradshaw Not only was this the very first Top Gun fic I ever wrote, but it was the first fic I had written in six years when I posted it last year. It’s also very personal to me. One of my younger brothers is a fighter pilot in the Air Force and while I am incredibly proud of him, I still can’t help but worry about him as an older sister is wont to do so this fic was me channeling those worries and fears I sometimes have in regards to my brother.

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[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

[jstlikemagic]

Needy. - Jeff Wittek Smut

Title: Needy.

Pairing: Jeff Wittek/Reader

Rating: R (NSFW/Swearing) | Thigh riding, blowjob, missionary, unprotected sex.

Summary: Y/N and Jeff have been quarantining together. Jeff is too busy editing a video while Y/N wants some attention.

A/N: Y’all know the deal: if you liked this, please like/reblog! Thank you for reading. <3

-My Masterlist-

It was a typical morning of quarantine. You were busy making breakfast, just chilling, and trying to regain any sanity you had lost while staying home for months. While you were going through your morning routine, Jeff was editing his new video for the barbershop.

Glancing over at Jeff from the kitchen, you caught his fingers fidgeting fast on the trackpad. You started thinking about what those fingers could do. The way they caressed your body, held you, choked you, and fucked your pussy. Snapping back into reality you carried on with making yourself an omelette.

Once your omelette was done, you decided to pop a squat next to Jeff but instead of saying “hi,” his eyes were locked onto his laptop. Usually, he was like this when editing. Too in depth with the screen and the video  rather than his girlfriend. Sitting next to him, you studied his face. His side profile was so gorgeous especially in the morning when the light shone through and you saw that perfect side profile adorned with his beautiful jawline. It was all too much for you to take in. Feeling yourself get aroused, you quickly shifted on the couch.

“Hey, baby. I was wondering if you wanted to do something fun right now,” you yearned towards him. Still not focusing on you, he threw his hands up in the air in response to deleting a clip. Getting a little aggravated at the lack of attention, you decided to get his attention the only way you could. You got off the couch and hustled to the kitchen. You set your omelette on the kitchen counter and went to work the best way you knew how.

“Hey, babe,” you said as you sat next to him on the couch. He nodded at you but clearly not invested in what you were doing and saying. Scooting closer to him, you nestled your head into his neck. Pressing small kisses to his neck, he nudged you away.

“Not now, Y/N,” Jeff scolded with his eyes rolled. Huffing, you stood up from the couch. Lifting your shirt over your head, you threw it to the side of the couch. Jeff still wasn’t looking, as you pulled off your pants. It was a little upsetting that no matter how dramatic you were about getting undressed, he paid no attention in this moment. But in any other moment, he’d be itching to get you out of your clothes.

Already dressed in your red lace matching set, you continued with trying to get his attention. He still didn’t look your way. Deciding to take matters into your own hands literally, you grabbed the back of his neck and straddled his thigh which gave yourself leverage. Sadly, he didn’t even budge.

“You are the sexiest man, I’ve ever seen. Fuck your video and fuck me instead,” you whispered seductively into his ear. Chills ran up and down his spine. His adams apple bobbed as you let out a low and deep laugh, knowing you may have reeled him in. Pressing hot and wet kisses to his neck, he let out a shaky sigh. Grasping on to his neck, you started to ride his thigh. Moving your hips in a circle, he threw his head back. Throwing your head back, you let out a high pitched moan.

“Babe, how are you so wet? I haven’t even touched you?” Jeff was wearing boxers so he could feel your wetness on his thigh. Sliding your panties down to your knees, he placed his hand right in between his thigh and your clit. Starting to rub your clit harshly, you dug your fingernails into his neck and sunk your jaw into his shoulders. “You like it when I rub your pussy? You like being a needy girl?” he said sternly. Suddenly, you felt him smack your ass and the tingly sensation only edged you farther. “Answer me, Y/N.” Squealing out a ‘yes,’ he smirked and had the biggest grin on his face. He was the one making you feel so good, involuntary or not.

Finally, he put his laptop  aside onto the coffee table. Reaching around your back, he fidgeted with clasps of your bra. After three failed attempts, he unclasped your bra and his eyes went wide. Truth be told, that was his favorite body part of yours. Still riding his thigh, he took your right nipple into his mouth and kneaded your left breast. Then he switched to give each breast the same attention. Closing your eyes, you felt pure ecstasy. This was all you wanted, some full blown attention.

He placed his hands on your hips to guide you. Letting out a moan, you could feel his hand moving dangerously close to your pussy again. You started changing your motions to moving back and forth. He started attacking your neck with harsh kisses that were sure to leave marks tomorrow. His hand started rubbing your clit feverishly and you let out a squeal at the immense pleasure you were feeling again. Burying his face in between your breasts, you let out a cross between a giggle and a moan. He licked up your cleavage, to the side of your neck and pressed a kiss onto your lips. Feeling a tightness of your walls, you gripped on to Jeff’s neck. Throwing your head back, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach build up.

“Jeff,” you moaned loudly as you released on his thigh. Lifting yourself off his thigh. You fell back on the other end of the couch. Panting, you looked at him in awe. Jeff looked hungrily at you and then your eye caught onto something. He smirked and grabbed your hand, placing it on his cock.

“Now, you have to fix my problem babe,” he laughed. Standing up, he quickly threw off his shirt and pulled down his boxers. You moved in closer to him and bit your lip once you saw his hard length resting on his stomach. Taking your hand, he placed it on his hard dick. He wrapped your fingers along his long length and showed you how to stroke, just the way he wanted you to. You increased the pace, moving your hand faster and harder. He responded by muttering “fuck” and closing his eyes in enjoyment. You kept stroking fast and hard with your hand, leaning up to kiss him.

“Suck it please,” he whispered. Taking a deep breath, you leaned down and slowly took all of him in your mouth. He thrusted his hips up and down to get your mouth moving and you followed his lead, sucking his dick faster. Jeff moaned in response, muttering “fuck” and “don’t stop” every so often. You teased your tongue along the tip of his cock, sucking the tip and using your hand to pump his shaft up and down. “Y/N, stop. I wanna cum inside your pretty little pussy,” he pleaded.

Laying your back on the couch with bent knees, he crawled over to you. Suddenly, you were positioned under him. Hovering over you, he placed his tip near your entrance. Pushing his lips onto yours, he slowly thrusted in but not all the way. He gave you about thirty seconds to adjust to his dick. His big frame hung over you but you couldn’t help to admire his features in this moment. His eyes dark and full of lust and his biceps that had his muscles bulging. He was just so fucking beautiful and you couldn’t believe he was yours and you were his.

Slowly entering you, he threw his head back at the feeling of your tight pussy around his dick. Putting your hand at the nape of his neck, you pulled him in to kiss you. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you felt him even go deeper which gave more pleasure to the both of you. Burying his head in the crook of your neck, he let out a groan. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach again, you arched your back and shuddered as your orgasm had hit you.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. He quickly removed his cock out of you and pumped it hovering over your tits. All of sudden, little spurts of cum were spurting out and soon covered your tits and stomach. You wiped up some of his cum and tasted it for yourself which edged him off even more to finish.

After he finished, you both sprawled out on the couch, entangled in each other's bodies. “Okay so like what’s up with that wanting to cum in my pussy and then not? I was pretty much caught off guard when I almost got cum in my eye,” you laughed.

“In the moment, I thought of the phrase ‘Don’t be silly, wrap your willy.’ So that’s when I remember I didn’t have a wrapped willy and we can’t have little Jeff’s and Y/N’s running around,” he cracked up.

[aestheticallyholland]

NEVER NOT | AFTER YEARS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

❃ WORD COUNT 2.8k words

❃ AUTHOR'S NOTES you have reached the final chapter of my tom holland series, never not! for those who have reached this part, i would like to say thank you so much for taking your time to read this cliche story that i wrote originally on wattpad, and hopefully, you enjoyed and loved it. thank you also for the constant reblogs and likes for each chapter in this series. i truly appreciate every reblog and like you gave. i also hope that you are satisfied with the ending of this series. with lots of love, lei <3

NEVER NOT MASTERPOST | LEI'S LIBRARY

"All love stories are tales of beginnings. When we talk about falling in love, we go to the beginning, to pinpoint the moment of freefall." - Meghan O'Rourke

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"ONE MORE POSE FOR ME!"

Flash.

"And another one!"

Flash.

"Alright!" Y/N exclaimed and removed her Canon 90D DSLR camera from her right eye. "That's it for today, guys! Great job everyone!" shouted once more and looked at the photos that she took from the monitor of the computer.

She was doing a photoshoot for one of the famous magazine companies, The Hollywood Reporter. She was one of the photographers for the magazine company for almost a year already. She surely was so happy to receive a call way back a year ago before that she was hired. And, she surely was so happy to pursue what she dreamed of.

"Great shots, Y/N. Great as always." Someone said from behind her and Y/N could just smile at the compliment.

"Thank you, Millie." She said and looked at Camille. Camille became a fashion designer like how she always wanted to be. She worked alongside Y/N in several photoshoots just this year, coincidentally.

"Want to grab some coffee on the way home?" Camille asked as she prepared her purse and placed it on her shoulder.

"Sure," Y/N said and got the hard drive that was plugged into the computer since all of the photos were there. Not only was she a photographer but also one of the editors for the magazines. "But after that, I gotta go somewhere."

"Are you gonna go to that place again?" Camille asked and Y/N looked at her and nodded as an answer. They walked out together as they were the only people left there.

"I'll probably call Erika after you go. Just gonna remind her about the reunion that our family had planned for this weekend." Camille said while walking beside Y/N.

"But she'll probably be with Harrison right now," Y/N said.

"They're still together all these years? Never knew she was a relationship person honestly." Camille said.

"Me either. But, she's happy so I'm happy for her." Y/N said.

They entered the coffeehouse that was packed with busy people. The scent of coffee went to their noses as soon as they got in.

"I totally forgot that it's still Friday today," Camille said. "So many people."

They lined up in the long line since there was only one cashier available.

"By the way, have you seen the latest movie?" Camille asked Y/N and she gave a confused look.

"Which one?" Y/N asked back.

"I think it was the— erm— The latest Spiderman movie. I don't know the full title but I heard they just released a new one this month." Camille said. "Tom is in it right?"

Tom.

That name that Y/N will never forget.

Y/N smiled under her breath before answering her. "Yeah, I guess."

After that, they just waited for the line to be shorter and shorter until they were the next one to order. After they ordered, they stood in the corner waiting for their coffee to be made.

"One cappuccino and latte for Y/N!"

"I'll get it," Camille said and walked fast to get their orders. She mouthed thank you to the lady and went to Y/N's side again. "Here's your cappuccino," Camille said and handed Y/N her drink as they made their way out of the coffeehouse.

"So, I'll see you on Monday at work?" Camille asked.

"Always." That was what Y/N answered. "Take care!" She added before waving goodbye to Camille and went in the opposite direction as her with her drink in her hand.

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Y/N parked her car on the side of the empty road. After how many months, almost a year, of driving lessons, she could finally drive for herself.

Before she got out, she got her drink and her other things first and removed her coat. She got out of the car with her things and shut the door and locked it.

The wind suddenly blew her hair and she smiled at this great feeling. As she walked towards the sand, she took off her shoes and placed them in the same spot that she would sit on. Luckily, no one was in the place other than herself.

The sun was almost setting and the waves were still moving in the ocean. She had come to this place almost every day or at least most of the time. The light of the sun reflected on the sun symbol on her bracelet that he gave her a few years back. She sighed at the thought of him.

She had lost contact with him just almost a year ago because of his busy schedule but Harrison would be the one to tell her how Tom was doing and all. Well, not really lost contact but they rarely contacted each other for the past few months due to their work.

Although those had happened, she never stopped going back to this place that Tom wanted her to always go. This was the place that kept her alive and stress-free.

Their relationship had its ups and downs.

Tom became one of the most famous celebrities in the world ever since he got the role of being Spiderman. After that, he had more upcoming movies for the past years later on.

Although there may have been rumors about him being in a relationship with one of his co-stars, Zendaya, because of their roles in Spider-Man, her trust for him remain. Although at some point, it hurt her but that just passed away.

Overall, she was happy for him and for what he has achieved. She was so proud of what he had become. It didn't stop her from visiting his family's house and spending time with them.

"I wish you were here right now." She whispered to herself as the wind could not stop making her hair fly.

"And I'm here." A voice said from a distance but loud enough for her to hear. Her eyes widen at this very familiar voice and her eyes began to water.

She slowly looked in the direction of the voice that she heard and there stood the person that she has been waiting for.

He gave her the same smile that she would never forget. He still looked the same as before but he was more muscular now. He looked better in person than on the big screen or in his interviews. His brown hair is now shorter but still had curls on.

"Tom?" She whispered and he could just easily read her lips calling his name. He opened his arms widely for her. She then ran up to his open arms and did not think twice about wrapping her arms around him. He spun her around as soon as he closed his arms around her.

Her tears fell from her eyes while hugging him. When Tom heard her sob, he placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair. "I'm home, love." He whispered to her.

She pulled away for a while and admired him. His face features, his hair. Everything about him. She suddenly pinched his cheeks with both of her hands that surprised Tom.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked as he felt the slight pain from the pinch. His voice is deeper than before and his British accent is kind of mixed with an American accent.

"You are real," Y/N said that made Tom chuckle.

She was still as adorable as always. Tom thought

"Of course I am. You thought you're hallucinating?" Tom asked her and she nodded.

"It's been so long to finally see you personally," Y/N said and she slapped him on the chest. "You kept me waiting you know!"

"I'm sorry, love." Tom apologized and kissed her forehead. "Four years, huh?"

"And three months," Y/N added while looking at him and grinned.

"You have been counting," Tom said that made Y/N nod. "I missed you so much." He said and pulled her for a hug again. "God, I do miss you."

"I missed you too, Thomas." She replied and noticed the scrunchie that was on his wrist. The same scrunchie that she gave him before. "You kept it." She said and held to his wrist where the scrunchie was and smiled at him.

"Of course. It really reminded me of you." He answered.

They decided to sit down and talked about each other's new life. Tom was surprised about Y/N's career since he never thought she would be into photography like his brother, Harry.

"Your mom really influenced me to go to that," Y/N said. "That's why I'm so grateful for her."

"I had a photoshoot in that company actually," Tom said and that made her eyes widen. "Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, but that was like two thousand seventeen or something." He answered.

"Your American accent is really showing up," Y/N said and smiled at him.

"Well, most of my roles required this accent which I'm good at, surprisingly." He answered.

"How long have you been here already?" She asked him, curiously.

"Just today. I told my family first and Harrison that I was coming back for a week's vacation. And, I wanted to surprise you." He answered and placed his arms around her shoulders. She placed her head on his shoulder and gave a relieved sigh. Her happiness cannot be measured right now.

"You wanna go to the water?" Tom said and Y/N suddenly ran away from him and giggled.

"If you could catch me first!" Y/N said and ran which made Tom scoffed a laugh.

"I will!" Tom said and chased after her. After a few seconds of running, Tom was a few inches away from her and scooped her legs and carried her bridal style and he walked towards the water.

"No! Put me down! The water is gonna be so cold!" Y/N said but Tom ignored her and laughed. Then, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and forcefully pushed both of them down together to the water.

"Holy shit, the water is so cold," Y/N said as she raised her head up from the water as well as Tom. "Damn you, Holland!"

"You're gonna pay for that," Tom said and splashed her with water and Y/N did the same. Basically, the couple had a water fight. They kept laughing and splashing on the water to each other even as they stood up.

Tom then grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her closer to him. They both wrapped their arms around each other and Y/N just gave a light laugh.

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"Do you have a towel in your car?" Tom asked as they got out of the water, their bodies and clothes soaking wet as they stayed there a while ago to watch the sunset.

"Yep. It's on the back. I came prepared." Y/N said as she gave Tom the keys and walked towards her car. Tom could just laugh.

Tom got the towel and wrapped it around Y/N's body and continued to hug her from behind. They decided to stay on the beach a little longer until they dried up. After a few minutes, they then went inside the car with Tom as a driver although Y/N insisted that she would drive.

They went directly to Y/N's apartment that she rented ever since she got her work. Tom parked in the basement of the building. As soon as they got out, Tom locked the cars and gave Y/N back her keys. They walked together and got to an elevator going to her apartment.

"How's your dad and Aria?" Tom asked as Y/N shoved the key on the doorknob.

"They are doing great actually," Y/N answered. "Aria got a job in New Zealand in tourism. And, will you believe that my dad actually got married a year ago?" Y/N said happily and opened the door.

"Really? I never heard of that." Tom said.

"Because we made it a private wedding so it's only our relatives and Mom Trina's family too," Y/N explained to Tom. "Mom Trina is an amazing woman and I'm glad they got to meet each other."

"Your mom will be happy that your dad is happy," Tom said and Y/N could only smile.

She placed her things down the counter table. "This is my home." She said to Tom who was looking everywhere in the apartment. "It's not that bad." He said.

"Yep. In my room, I get to see the city and the sunset and sunrise too." While Y/N was talking. Tom just kept staring at her, admiring her. He couldn't explain how happy he felt when he finally saw her again. He walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. This startled Y/N a bit but she held his arms and leaned her back to his chest.

"How did I get so lucky to have you?" Tom whispered and moved her hair away and gave a peck on her neck.

"Destiny, I guess." She answered and turned around to face him. She saw him looked at her lips and decided to close the gap between them by pressing her lips to his. Tom responded to the kiss and pulled her closer to him. As soon as the kiss became heated, she jumped and wrapped her legs around Tom's waist and he was carrying her. He then walked towards her room and shut the room by kicking his foot at the door while kissing and carrying her.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The ray of light hit Y/N's eyes as soon as she woke up. She felt strong arms around her bare waist and she smiled. She yawned and stretched her legs before she tried to move Tom's arm around her. She could still hear his soft snores beside her. His curls are really showing off when his head was on the pillow. She tried to get up but was stopped when she felt a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to the bed. Strong arms wrapped around her again but this time tighter.

"Tom!" She exclaimed.

"Don't leave me here," Tom mumbled while his eyes were still closed and snuggled his head to her neck which tickled a little.

"Alright, baby," Y/N said and snuggled back at him. "But I have to cook breakfast. It's like almost lunch already."

"That was a long long night." Tom teased and Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered what happened last night. She slapped Tom's arm playfully who just laughed at her. "Let's do it again," Tom whispered in her ear with a husky voice and attempted to kiss her again but Y/N covered his mouth with her hand.

"Nope, nope. Not happening." Y/N said as she shoved his arms away from her and stood up with the blanket wrapped around her. "You better go and shower, Holland!" She exclaimed as she exited her room.

"Join me, then!"

"Shut it, Thomas!"

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"Alright, we're on our way now, mum," Tom said through his phone as he drove in the road. "Love you too. Bye." He ended the call and placed his phone down. His eyes focusing on the road.

"What did she say?" Y/N asked.

"Harrison and Erika are already there and there done preparing." He answered and she just nodded as an answer. He glanced at her and smiled, taking her nearest hand and intertwining their fingers together. Y/N looked at him and smiled back. Tom decided to stop driving for a while which made Y/N confused. He parked the car on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, concerned.

"I just..." Tom paused for a while. "I'm just so happy that I got to see you again," Tom said and looked at her deep in her eyes.

Y/N placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. "Me too, Tom." She said.

"I'll take you with me once my vacation is over," Tom said and her eyes widen.

"But I have work—"

"I already talked to your manager and he's fine with it. He's gonna give you a break for a while." Tom said.

"How is that even possible?" She asked and giggled.

"Secret," Tom said and grinned. "I want you to see my work and some of the co-stars want to meet you."

"Seriously?" Y/N asked. "You talked about me to them?"

"Yep." Tom answered, emphasizing the 'p'. "Even the Avenger cast wants to meet you."

"Alright, then. I'll get to see celebrities." Y/N squealed and smiled at him. "At least I get to see my boyfriend work. This is exciting."

Tom placed a hand on her nape and pulled her head closer for him to kiss your forehead and lips.

"I love you, my love." He said. "You are my world and my everything."

Oh, how lucky they were for each other.

"I love you, too, Tom."

Always.

Forever.

Fin.

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Title: Kismet {4}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot Heavy, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Flirtation, LOTS OF DIALOUGE

Words: 4k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

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-Aliya-

 You were groggy, and you knew why. Once you got in from your impromptu date, you were so aroused you had to immediately jump into the shower. You’d hoped the water would have helped alleviate the situation, but your multi rainfall showerheads only made your body more sensitive and hungry. So after as much resisting as humanly possible (two minutes), you decided to take care of it yourself. The only problem was once wasn’t enough, twice barely took the edge off, and by the time you made it to your fourth attempt, you were minimally appeased and still thinking about the man with the captivatingly blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean itself.

Sleep was not even an option, so you snuggled in bed wrapped in his sweater that cocooned you with his scent—a scent that you already loved. When you went through your phone, you nearly rolled out of your bed when you saw the four additions he’d added to your gallery. The four selfies were perfection. The lighting was on point, and each and every one of the photos showed how gorgeous he was. He had no bad angles, the sun loved him, the night loved him, and you were sure the rain, snow, sleet, and wind would too. No man should have that amount of gorgeousness. It wasn’t fair.

 After spending way too much time gawking at his pictures, you found the pictures he’d had most likely have seen. When you looked through them, you wanted to die. The pictures definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination. You wondered what he’d thought when he saw them or even if he had to do a little self-gratification when he saw them or even when he got home. For some reason, you’d wanted him to have been overcome with desire for you, even though you weren’t sure just what the hell you were doing.

As you sat at your table with your friends for brunch, you tried to ignore the flashes of cameras from the tables within sight of yours. It wasn’t something anyone ever got used to. You always felt like you had to be “on.”

 “It feels like it’s been years since we talked,” Amaya whined out as she gripped yours and Alicia’s hand. She was the dramatic one.

 “I know. It’s crazy how dependent we are on our cellphones,” you added.

 “Leece filled me in and told me everything,” Amaya began. She dropped her jaw and bugged her eyes for emphasis.

 “Everything?”

 “Yep, now for you to continue,” Amaya steered.

 You groaned and exaggeratedly rolled your eyes. “I’m too hungry for this,” you whined as you flipped through the menu. You were starving enough to eat the entire menu.

 “Welcome to Blue Café. My name is Will. What can I get you guys?”

 The waiter in a blue apron had a great smile and an even better head of curls. He definitely could have been a model.

 “I want something heavy. I drank a lot last night. Hmm, the split pea soup to begin, a cheeseburger with the works except for onions and mushrooms. Very well done, please and to drink ummm, a strawberry and mint lemonade,” you listed.

 “All right, and you, ladies?”

 Your friends ordered as you checked your phone to find Henry calling. It was at this moment you realized he’d programmed himself into your phone even with an ID pic. He’d really gotten comfortable with it. The amusement of his boldness had you smiling to yourself.

 “So?”

 Amaya’s voice had you putting your phone down after dimming the screen to give them your attention.

 “We had dinner,” you blandly announced.

 “So, you actually stayed.”

 Nodding to Alicia’s inquiry, you continued. “I did. He said if after drinks and appetizers I couldn’t stand him, then I could go.”

 “I guess you could stand him,” Amaya sarcastically slid in. You knew just what she was implying.

 “Guess so.”

 “How’d he look?”

 Your smile spread before you could stop it. “Amazing, gorgeous. I have no words for how beautiful this man is,” you practically screeched as you tried to wipe the stupid grin off your face. It was too late to, though, they’d already seen it, and you knew they were judging.

 “He’s not a piece of meat, Liya,” Alicia sarcastically chastised.

 “Uggh, are you sure because I’d say he’s prime grade A man steak,” you said. As soon as the words were out, your friends laughed loudly, bringing the attention of those around you. Even though you tried not to, you had to laugh as well.

 “He is fine. I’ve seen his movies. God him in spandex for Superman did it for me,” Amaya confessed.

 You didn’t blame her, that man in spandex would do it for any woman.

 “How was the conversation?”

 Practicing some etiquette, you cleared your throat and sat back. “Good. Flowing, no awkward pauses except the stares and dirty thoughts that had me sweating like a horny teenager.”

 Amaya snorted then fanned herself. “It would happen to me too.”

 “How was he?”

 Alicia always knew how to ask the right questions. You were convinced it was her superpower. You thought back to Henry’s smile and demeanor last night, and that had you smiling. “Eh-em, he was the perfect gentleman. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, was respectful to the servers, courteous, mannerable—he was good.”

 The two of them exchanged looks that said this questioning wasn’t anywhere close to finished.

 “What happened after dinner?

 “We went for drinks.”

 “Ooh, an extended first date,” Amaya sing songed.

 “Eh, this wasn't a date. It was an exchange of phones,” you clarified.

 “Did you get your phone?”

 “I did, after the bar. Turns out, he looked through it and saw my semi-nude,” you announced.

 “Which one?”

 After showing them the picture, they giggled. “Oh, the suggestive nude, nude,” Alicia joked as she rolled her eyes.

 “Yeah, now I’m weirded out. Not because I was pretty much naked but because he saw me pretty much naked and--.”

 “—There is nothing between you now, and that makes it much harder to ignore because you want to rip his clothes off,” Alicia filled in like the mind-reading Aliya whisperer she was.

 You rapidly nodded with your eyes widened; she got it. your laugh slipped out, and it made you feel like a raving lunatic. “Oh my god, this man has invaded me.”

 “Sounds sexy,” Amaya said.

 “It’s not,” you flatly corrected.

 “It can be if you let it,” Alicia suggested.

 You rolled your eyes again and fiddled with your phone. “Guys, he’s juggling two women.”

 “You don’t know that,” Amya blurted out, the first to come to his defense.

 “Explain two women blowing up his phone daily for a week and a half. Explain that. As a woman, I am not going to blowing up any man’s phone like that unless I’m sleeping with him.”

You looked between them and watched as they both came up with their defenses.

 “That could be anything. Sisters,” Amaya suggested.

 “He has no sisters, four brothers.”

 “Brother’s wives?”

 You narrowed your eyes and gave them the “do I look stupid” look, but they continued.

 “Assistants, he is an actor,” Amaya added.

 After kissing your teeth in the loudest way possible, you rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

 “Ask him,” Alicia advised.

 “For what? There is no reason to. We are nothing to each other,” you concluded.

 The two of them sat there quietly, looking at you as if you were a bold face liar. You didn’t care. It was your truth.

 “When you got home, did you touch yourself?”

 Your jaw dropped as you gaped at her. “Shut up!”

 “Oh my god!” Amaya’s loud ass mouth brought all the eyes. You had to cover your face as they obnoxiously laughed at you.

 “Enough. We’re done rehashing this,” you grumbled.

 “Wait, one last thing. During dinner, did you ever get the impression that he couldn’t wait for it to be over or that this may be all about a conquest?”

 You knew what she was doing. Amaya was not as slick as she thought she was. You rolled your eyes again and sighed before you answered. “No.”

 “Okay.”

 That was all she came back with as if her hypothesis needed no further defense. They always ganged up on you, and it was clear where they stood in this new situation, and it wasn’t with you.

 Shopping followed your brunch, but that was cut short by the paparazzi hounding you after the third store you emerged from. Someone must have dropped the tip to bring them. It was a madhouse and an immediate good time killer. The three of you had to alternate your plan for a day of fun and finished it out with a drive to Santa Monica to enjoy the boardwalk. All in all, it turned out to be a really chill day, one that you’d needed more than you knew.

By the time you got back to your house, it was nearing six. Once in front of your door, your jaw dropped seeing a jaw-dropping floral arrangement sitting there. You didn’t know who it was from, but you had your suspicions. It took some strength, but you managed to get it inside to your kitchen. With it on the counter, you just stared at it. Under the light, it was even more beautiful than outside. After admiring the display for a few moments, you pulled the card from between the leaves and petals then read it.

 -Aliya,

I hope this finds you well. I had a great time last night, and it was because you trusted me enough to give me time to prove why I deserve your time. Hopefully, this is just the first of many dates.

 -Henry-

 What started as a straight face turned to a small smile, which led to a full-on elated, goofy grin. He was unpredictable for sure and so damn polite. Damn the British; you thought as you buried your nose in the bouquet. You moaned and inhaled the aroma of flowers that looked like they’d cost a pretty penny. He was definitely working overtime, that was for sure. The question you had now was what exactly did he want.

 Sighing, you took out your phone and opened up your messages prepared to shoot him a quick thank you text. With your finger hovering over one of the letters in your keyboard, you sighed again, feeling the overwhelming urge to call instead. After putting it on speaker, you sat in the barstool and waited two rings until Henry’s deep voice filled your kitchen.

 “Hello?”

 Your belly did backflips.

 “Hi,” you whispered.

 “Hi. How are you?”

 “Good.”

 You were desperately trying to recover from the unexpected reaction his voice had.

 “Glad to hear it. I called you earlier.”

 “Uh—I must have missed it. I was catching up with some friends.”

 “Okay,” he replied.

 Silence fell between you as each of you waited for the other to speak.

 “Um, I wanted to call and thank you,” you began.

 “For what?”

 “The flowers I’m looking at. They’re incredibly beautiful.”

 “Do you like them? The florist said the day after flowers should be subtle and sincere rather than flashy or extravagant,” Henry explained.

 You smiled wider as you checked the mental box for him being considerate.

 “Well, the florist knows what she’s talking about. They are perfect; you chose well.”

 “Good. I’m glad you like them.” He sounded like he was smiling as widely as you were.

 “How do you know where I live?”

 He paused for a few moments before he spoke. “I had your phone for twelve days. I probably know more about you than most of the world.”

 Those could have been the creepiest words you’d heard in a long time, and it was like your head was trying to figure out if you should take it as a red flag or laugh.

 “Have I freaked you out?”

 The way he said it sounded like he was finding amusement in it. You snorted and shook your head.

 “Why would you say that? Just because you went through my phone and figured out where I lived to send flowers? No, isn’t that what normal men do?”

 Henry’s laugh followed your words, and it drastically did away with any awkward tension that was in the air.

 “With you saying it out loud, I can see how you’d be freaked.”

 “To be honest, my initial reaction was shock, and then, strangely enough, it went away like this was everyday life,” you explained.

 “I’m really not trying to freak you out; I promise,” Henry pressed.

 “Then what are you trying to do exactly?”

 The silence returned, and you wondered if he would even answer the question.

 “Right now—I’m trying to ask you to have dinner with me tonight.”

 You put your head on the cold granite of your counter and sighed out.

 “We just had dinner last night.”

 “I’m told, based on human physiology, we actually have to eat three or more meals a day in order to sustain,” Henry explained.

 “Really?”

 “Yeah. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

 You smiled again and rested your chin in your palms.

 “Don’t you have things to do?”

 “I might, but I don’t care. I’d like to have dinner with you instead.” His conviction was so damn sexy. He wasn’t shy about professing his wants.

 “What if I have work to do and can’t shrug it off like you, Superman?”

 “I’m sure you can if you want to. Guess that’s the question. Do you want to? I take it you’re a woman who does what she wants when she wants no matter what. I doubt scheduling conflicts could keep you away from a dinner with someone you wanted to be at dinner with. Do you want to?”

 He probably did well in school with debate. He spoke beautifully and had a way with words.

 “I’m going to be at Taylor’s Steakhouse in Koreatown at nine tonight. I’ll wait until nine-thirty. Hopefully, I see you there,” Henry said before he hung up.

 Pressing your fingertips to your eyes, you groaned loudly. “Oh my god!”

 You stared at the flowers again and toyed with the petal of one of the blush-colored roses. The debate of the night wasn’t if you wanted to go or not. It was if you should or not.

 By the time you were dressed, it was close to eight forty-five. You were sitting in your closet in front of the mirror, still trying to convince yourself to go.

 “It’s no big deal, Aliya. It’s food, drinks, nothing more.”

 Your words sounded sure, but your face looked anything but.

 “Then why did you put so much effort in if it’s no big deal?”

 You sat there going back and forth with yourself like a crazy person. For every pro, you had you quickly came up with a con. It was endless. When your phone rang, you expected it to be Henry but were relieved when you saw it was your grandmother.

 “Oh my goodness, Gramaw. How did you know I needed you?”

 “I felt your distress. What’s wrong?”

 “I have a date, but I don’t know if I should go,” you blurted out.

 “Date with who?”

 She sounded shocked, and you didn’t blame her. It had been years since you’d spoken to anyone about a man, let alone a date. You spent the next ten or so minutes explaining everything to her, not leaving out one bit of information. You needed her to understand the situation now and give you the best advice.

 “Wow,” she uttered.

 “Yep.”

 “Why exactly are you debating going? It sounds like this has been decided for you.”

 “Uggh! Fate. I hate fate.”

 Your Gramaw laughed at you. She was one of those old souls who firmly believed in fate, destiny, and all the hoopla around it. You, on the other hand, had been disenchanted by it all.

 “Why do you hate fate?”

 “It’s always been hanging around me,” you whined. Again she laughed.

 “Oh honey, this is the first time fate has been anywhere near you. Other times has been sheer coincidence.”

 “So, you think this is fate.” You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t flashed across your mind. It had, but you would never admit that out loud.

 “It’s not for me to say. What do you think?”

 “I think this is very unwelcomed. I think I don’t have the time or the energy for this. I think I don’t want these feelings. I think—I’ve never felt anything like this. I think--e’s beautiful,” you finished with a sigh.

 “What is it that you want to do?”

 You groaned because if you knew the answer to that, you wouldn’t have been calling her. You cursed and dropped back onto the floor to lay there until you’d gotten your shit together.

By the time you got to Taylor’s, you were late. You were always late. The time on your phone said he would be leaving in fifteen minutes if he hadn’t just gotten fed up and left already.

 “Welcome to Taylor’s I’m Kimmie. Do you have a reservation?”

 “Um—well, I’m meeting someone here.”

 “Okay. What’s the party’s name?”

 You looked around, making sure no one was watching then leaned closer. “Henry,” you whispered.

 “Ha, yes, he did mention he was expecting someone. I should have put two and two together. He’s a celebrity, and you’re a celebrity. Duh,” she rambled. You didn’t know if she was anxious, nervous, or if it was her normal thing. She cleared her throat and spoke again.

 “Right this way.”

 It was like she was a completely different person. You followed her through the restaurant taking note of the exits. She lead you through a set of double wooden doors that led to a whole separate side of the restaurant. This area had its lights dimmed a little lower and looked more secluded. As you approached the table, you saw him sitting near a window sipping a drink. He looked nervous; it was adorable. You couldn’t help but smile. It was then he looked your way, and the moment it sank in, you saw him release a breath as if he’d been holding it the whole time.

“Enjoy your evening,” Kimmie muttered. It was then you realized you’d been standing in front of him, not saying one word.

 “You came.” He sounded surprised.

 “I’m sorry, I’m late. My Gramaw called, and I got caught up in conversation.” It wasn’t a lie per se. You didn’t need to tell him she had to talk you off the ledge.

 Henry stood and walked to the seat diagonal from him. “It’s okay,” Henry began pulling out the seat for you. You sat and allowed him to push it in for you. “Truth be told, I would have waited past nine-thirty,” He whispered into your ear, giving you a hint of his cologne and what he was drinking in that glass. Bourbon. As he walked back to his seat, you tried to keep your thirst under control.

 “Thank you.”

 “You look very fetching,” Henry added.

 “Fetching? Oh, the English gentleman is shining through tonight I see.”

 Henry smiled widely, showing off his perfect teeth. “I’m always a gentleman.”

 “Thank you. You look very striking,” you countered. He began blushing, and that blush had a shiver rushing through you.

 “Are you all right?”

 “Yes.”

 “Got a chill did you?” You could hear the cocky in his voice. The man had every reason to be.

 “Sure did. This is pretty impressive,” you said, motioning to your surroundings.

 “You’ve never been?”

 “No. I don’t venture out a lot. I find four or five restaurants I like and stick with them.”

 “So not so adventurous, huh,” Henry surmised.

 “I’m too busy really.”

 “Ah, the life of a mogul,” Henry teased.

 “I am no mogul.”

 “I think you are, someone important,” Henry concluded.

 “Oh, I think there is more to the definition than that.”

 “Maybe you’re right. What do you call yourself?”

 “Aliya,” you joked.

 “Cute.”

 “Thanks for noticing, you teased. “I don’t think of myself the way others seem to think of me.”

 “Welcome to Taylor’s. I’m Sam. I’ll be your waiter. Can I start you guys off with drinks?”

 “I’m ahead of you by one, catch up,” Henry said, raising his glass.

 “Um, how about a Negroni?”

 “Coming up,” Sam said before he walked away.

 “Another Guinness?”

 “No, Bourbon,” Henry corrected. The way he said it sound so prime and proper. He sounded better than James Bond himself.

 “Oh, Bourbon man too?”

 “Tell me,” Henry urged as he sat back in his seat.

 “Bourbon dry, hmmm. Only rich men drink it like that. Or men who come from money. They say the ice ruins the flavor of it, so they prefer to have it the way it’s intended. You’re sophisticated, fun, intelligent, and you value honesty and things right between the eyes. You don’t like games, and always know what you want. You might even be difficult and used to getting your own way and don’t know what to do when someone goes against it.”

 His smile was so telling. You’d gotten it completely right.

 “I do like getting my way,” he confirmed.

“I know.”

 “What about you?”

 “I usually get what I want. I’ve never had anyone not give me what I want,” you said. Henry laughed loudly.

 “I bet.”

 “What does that mean?”

 “Sadly, men do not know how to go against a pretty face,” Henry clarified.

 You stifled your laugh, letting out only a snort. “So that’s all you see when you look at me? A pretty face?”

 The waiter came back just in time with your drinks. Henry looked speechless. He asked if you guys were ready to place your orders, but neither of you had even looked at the menu. When he left promising to be back in a little while, Henry spoke.

 “I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to.”

 “I’m not offended,” you said before you sipped your drink and moaned as the flavors filled your mouth. “This is good.”

 “When I look at you, I don’t see a pretty face.”

 “Oh no? So my face is ugly?”

 “No!” He cleared his throat, then began again. “You’re very beautiful.”

 “So just a pretty face then.”

 He looked so flustered you wanted to bust out laughing. The longer you continued this teasing, you knew you’d end up laughing in his face. It was cute how panicked he looked.

 “Aliya, you are drop-dead gorgeous. There is no lie about that, no mistaking it or looking past it. When I look at you, I see something I’m drawn to. There is something about you, this aura. I get the sense that you’re down to Earth, kind, smarter than anyone knows and deeply a good person.”

 As you sipped your drink again, you smiled on the glass. He had a way with words for sure.

 “You are good under pressure.”

 “Was that a test?”

 You shrugged with a smile on your face. “ If it was, you passed.”

 Again Henry laughed and shook his head; he didn’t look angry though.

 Throughout dinner, the conversation never stopped. You talked about everything from his family to acting and the experiences you both had in the industry. The longer you talked, the more you realized you had plenty of things in common. You laughed at all his jokes, but not because you felt like you had to, he was genuinely funny. Every time he spoke, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his mouth, which led you to look at his neck and the peeks of hair on his chest. Your fingers tingled from the want to touch. You could listen to him talk all night. It was an exciting revelation, and you were interested in what other revelations you’d have before the night was through.

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[rpd-rookie]

I’ll Make An Agent Out Of You - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (Part 1)

Summary: From cute rookie to badass agent who can supplex the s*** out of you, there's sometimes only one step, or one woman. But what a woman.

Author’s Notes: This is  the first chapter from my new fanfic. It is about Post RE2 Leon and the beginning of his training in the US.STRAT.COM because we clearly don't know enough about it. Expect SMUT at some point (probably in the last chapter) and deep sexual tension. Hope you will like it. Again don't forget to reblog, like and give me your opinion. PS: if you end up singing ‘I'll make a man out of you’ after reading the title, it's not my fault.

Warning: For now, just language because the first chapter is merely an “introduction” 

Also available on AO3

Leon had been left with no choice. Alone and locked in an interrogation room, the man who had introduced himself as Adam Benford had made sure that he would face down the ultimatum with no possibility of refusal or negotiation and he had made the terms very simple. Sherry’s safety against years serving the US government in the fight against Umbrella. A blackmail more than an offer, in Leon’s opinion.

And so here he was, a couple of weeks later or so, barely recovered from a gunshot wound and from the trauma he had experienced in Raccoon City, waiting in a meeting room of US.STRAT.COM headquarters, surrounded by a variety of highly qualified military men who were giving him the undeniable impression he didn’t belong here. After all, just a few days ago, he was still a rookie ready to start his first day in the force while now … well, he wasn’t sure who he was. Was he still a cop? Nothing at all? Or just some regular guy who had luckily survived a zombie apocalypse?  

“So, you’re the rookie from Raccoon.” Leon looked at the man sitting in the row in front of his who had just called him out. He was older that him, with a stern square face and scrutinizing narrow brown eyes, and judging by his uniform and the way he was proudly displaying the insignias on his chest, a seasoned Marine. “Is it true what the rumors say? You’ve seen those things?” You could tell there was a permanent condescendence in his deep husky voice that fitted his Alpha male persona. Leon didn’t like it at all. He had spent enough time at the academy being bossed around by that kind of asshole. But out of respect, and because he was a very patient and wise man despite his young age, he chose to remain polite. “That depends on what the rumor say, I guess”     The man unsurprisingly scoffed and looked up and down at Leon, clearly not impressed. “If a rookie like you survived, they must not be that terrible then.” He added before turning his back on Leon whose teeth were so clenched right now he could have broken them. “Asshole” He soundlessly mumbled.

“Are you lost, angel? Because heaven is a long way from here.” Leon looked up at Marine guy again; eyes furrowed and already tired of his presence. Then he looked at the victim of his terrible pickup line. And it was you, the only woman that had been invited to this meeting.         You had been searching for the seat that had been assigned to you at the entrance of the meeting room when Marine guy had called you out. And ignorance not being you thing, you had stopped to stare at him with a hypocrite smile.       “No, I think I’m at the right place. Thank you very much. However, I do believe the ‘Flirting for Dummies’ course is at the end of the corridor. You should hurry.” Marine Guy’s square jaw dropped in astonishment and he found himself unable to retort. Guess, he wasn’t used to sarcasm or rejection, especially from a woman.         “Damn, man. She burned you.” Another man - who certainly knew Marine Guy – mocked him, a hearty laugh coming out of his wide opened mouth. And that was certainly a bit too much to handle for Marine guy since he gritted his teeth and glared at you as you sat at your place.

Still like a marble statue, you decided to patiently wait for the meeting to start, trying to ignore Marine guy’s brown eyes looking daggers at you. But they weren’t the only eyes on you right now, as you could also feel Leon’s impressed sparkling blue eyes gazing at you. You chose not to glimpse at him, however. After all, you were here for work, not to socialize. Too bad, because Leon would have loved to congratulate you on your sharp sarcasm and thank you for shutting Marine guy up.

Suddenly, Adam Benford entered the room. Everyone stood up to salute him as he took place behind his reading desk with a grave look on his lined face, still looking incredibly charismatic nevertheless.   He waved everyone in the assembly to sit down and waited for an absolute silence to speak.

“I know what most of you must think right now. Why are you here? Why gathering members from so many military corps and agencies? What does an Air Force pilot have in common with an FBI agent? What does a Police Rookie have in common with a CIA officer?” Benford glanced at both Leon and you, one after the other. And that’s how your eyes met for the first time. But it surprised Leon because he had expected you to give him the same condescending look everyone had been giving him since he had entered this building, not a respectful admiring little smile and nod. But you were not like everyone else in room. You knew things. You had heard of him in ways others hadn’t.           “Why gathering the best men America ever trained in a same room? Well, here’s why.”

A video started playing on the screen of the meeting, showing images recorded during the Raccoon City incident, images from the CCTVs, tapes Leon had brought back from his nightmarish ordeal, tapes about Umbrella, about the Nest, about the Birkins. And he could not watch this footage anymore. He couldn’t watch it without feeling a knot in his stomach or the irrepressible will to puke and scream of rage. He couldn’t even hear it, the mere zombie growl reviving memories from the RPD station crowded with undead policemen and citizens, giving him the oppressive impression he was still in there with them, smelling their rotting flesh and skin flooding in the ambient air with an atrocious reek and seeing their skulls crack and burst with a thick splash of boiling blood after each gunshot. A traumatic bloodbath he knew he would never be able to forget and that would haunt him for the rest of his life.    

When the screen went white again, a heavy silence took possession of the room. No one dared to speak. No one dared to look at each other. Except you who were watching at the young man sitting few chairs away from you, still like a marble statue, haunted blue eyes looking down at his shoes. Poor Leon.

“Once you leave this room, whatever your decision may be, you’ll carry the secret behind the Raccoon City incident on your shoulder. No one can know about what truly happened there. No one. Not even your family. And I want you to think about your family. Will you allow them to live in a world like this, threatened by deadly viruses and bio-organic weapons? Or will you join us and fight the responsible behind this so that your loved ones may live a happy safe life?”        

You slowly yet assuredly raised your hands and all eyes set on you, Leon’s included. Adam Benford nodded to allow you to ask your question. “Where shall we sign?”  The old man smiled at you, far from being surprised by your bravery and your devotion. After all, he was the one who had trained you, few years ago.             “Sign?” Marine Guy harrumphed. “Sign for what? Umbrella is doomed to be bygone, right? And if that kid survived,” He pointed at Leon who immediately furrowed his brows. “then I’m sure anyone can.” You shook your head, glaring at him exasperated by his behaviour until Leon chose to stand up.       “Umbrella is still there, standing and operating in facilities all around the world as we speak. And they won’t disappear soon. Who knows how many samples of the t-virus or worse can be found in their lab, each of them having the potential to wipe out entire populations. We can’t let what happened in Raccoon City happen again. That’s why we need to sign. Because the fight has just begun and it is our duty to stop it, whatever it takes.”

He had made an impression. You could tell by the way everyone even Benford was looking at him right now. And with good reasons. He had charisma, determination and a thirst for justice who hadn’t seen much in your years of service. He had potential. Maybe Leon Scott Kennedy was merely a rookie but you were sure as hell he’d become one hell of an agent, one day.

That’s why you were not surprised when, at the end of the meeting, some men went to shake his hand and congratulate him on his words. “They’re right you know. You’ve got a thing with words.” You declared as you extended your hand. “I’m Y/N Y/LN.”       “ Leon S. Kennedy.” He said as he shook your hand. “I know. I guess we’ll see each other again pretty soon then, as well as other people.” You nodded towards Marine Guy who was talking with Adam Benford. Of course that piece of shit would join the team, not out of conviction but more out of pride and selfish ambition. “Well, I guess the STRATCOM needs to hire a certain percentage of men like him.”         “ You can say the word ‘asshole’. We’re not in the academy anymore and I won’t tell.” He chuckled and scratched his head as if he was a bit embarrassed. “I’m serious, Kennedy. You’re playing in the big league now with people that are way above your punches. You need to stop acting like a rookie and establish yourself as one of them. Be bold. Show them you’re not just a lucky survivor or they will always treat you like that, despite the few handshakes they give you at the end of the day.”           “But I was lucky.” Leon corrected you, not really knowing what to say to your advice. “There’s no such thing as luck. You survived because you had skills. And do you know what you have that Marine Guy doesn’t despite the stripes on his shoulders?”       “Modesty?” He joked and you smiled, finding him rather cute and sweet. “Experience.” You said. “You’re the only one who faced those BOWs here. Use that at your advantage.” “You seem to know what you’re talking about.”   “ I’m a woman in man’s world, doomed to be forever treated like a rookie if I don’t show my strength. So yeah, I know what I’m talking about.” Leon stared at you in silence, definitely impressed and bewitched by your attitude. You had spunk, audacity, confidence and you seemed to know what you wanted. And Leon couldn’t deny he was finding this extremely attractive in a woman. Gosh, it certainly was one of the reason Ada had got to him so easily. “ Anyway, see you soon… Kennedy”

The way you pronounced his name left him rooted to the spot and unable to speak. And so, he watched you leave with a self-assured gait, smirking like an idiot. “Women.”

[horansqueen]

Fratboy!Niall oneshot PART 3 (smut)

- sorry took so long - 4.6k - written Niall’s POV - no title, just ‘fratboy’ - I got MANY asks with ideas. I tried to add as many as I could. hope you notice your request(s) in there :D - I tried to find a fratboy gif, but he dressed more like that a few years ago soooo i gave up. - SMUT. just in case you didnt see. - i never know if i go “too far” because nothing is “too far” for me so you’re warned. - I already have ideas for part 4 but PLEASE send me yours!!! - i didnt proofread. i never proofread. i hate to proofread. - feedbacks? likes? reblogs? comments? asks? PLEASE? :)

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FRATBOY!NIALL ONESHOT SMUT PART 3

Niall

A million years turned out to be a month, but it still felt like a million years. I was staring at the screen of my phone, reading over the last conversation we had. We had sex, I fucked her face and I tasted her, what the fuck was left to do and why was it obsessing me?

I threw my phone away on my bed just as the alarm on it started to ring. I rubbed my eyes and finally sat up on my bed with a sigh. I felt like I hadn't slept many hours in the past few days and I was not sure why.

I hated that I missed her, that she invaded my thoughts often, and at random times. That I ended up wondering what she was doing, or wishing she could be with me when I was doing simple things like watching tv or cooking. It was only lust, it had to be. After all, it's not like I really knew her or anything, but I still couldn't get her out of my head.

I kept trying to reason myself but it was all in vain. I wanted her again, and it was worth a try. It's only in the middle of the day that I had the guts to text her. I wanted to call her, but for some odd reason I didn't have the guts to.

'I miss your mouth.'

I stared at the message for about a minute before to hit send, realizing how true my words were. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to feel my dick between her lips, I wanted watch her bite her bottom lip the way she always did. I missed every single thing about her mouth. From the way her tongue slid on the length of my cock to the way it ran beautifully on her lips... How her lips parted when she came and how my name escaped them. Fuck, I missed everything about her.

'There's an other party tonight, meet me here?'

I waited the whole afternoon for an answer but nothing. I didn't even know why I bothered to attend my classes since I didn't remember anything at all that had happened. All I could do was check my phone every five seconds to see if she answered me. Around dinner time, it happened, though. My phone beeped and I almost dropped it when I tried to grab it. I got off the couch and locked myself in the bathroom to read her answer.

'I'm busy, Horan. I need to pass my exams first. Don't wait for me.'

Leaning against the wall, I sighed and rubbed my eyes, trying to find a good answer but nothing came to me. Her message bothered me for the rest of the day and the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about her annoyed me even more.

The party was going well, but I kept walking around the house like I was waiting for her, or expecting her to show up. I had to get her out of my head, it was becoming an obsession and I didn't even understand why.

I was still lost in my thoughts when I felt someone's hand slide on my chest. It was not hers, I knew it immediately, but i blinked a few times and met the eyes of a pretty blonde.

"Hey, Niall..."

She sent me a smirk that I quickly reflected. If I couldn't get the girl I wanted, I could still girl a girl, and maybe it would take her out of my head. I didn't remember her name, but it didn't really matter. We chatted a bit but it didn't take long to find out exactly what she wanted. We ended up in the bathroom on the second floor and I closed my eyes as she started unzipping my pants. I felt her take my cock out and quickly take it in her mouth. For some odd reason, I kept comparing the way she was sucking me to the way Y/N was. It took me longer to get hard this time and it didn't feel as good. Clearly, it was not what I wanted, and I started wondering if she didn't ruin sex with everyone else for me. She was still running in my mind when my phone started ringing. It took me out of my daydream and I took a step away before answering.

"Mm Niall?"

I held my breath when I heard her voice, feeling my dick get slightly harder. I had no idea how she could do that. I took a glance at the girl still on her knees in front of me but quickly pulled my boxers over my cock and turned around, bringing my pants up again.

"Y/N?" I whispered, hearing her giggle in my ear. "Are you... drunk?"

"Oh, just a bit tipsy." she explained. "I was thinking about you..."

I was about to answer when I felt someone wrap their arms around me. I looked down and noticed the blonde girl getting closer. I should feel bad but I didn't. Instead, I brought her to the door and motioned for her to get out. She frowned at me, anger clearly emanating from her, and finally left quickly. I closed the door and leaned against it, licking my lips.

"Niall? Are you still there?"

"Yea, I'm here babe."

I waited a few more seconds, waiting to hear her voice again. It was pathetic how bad I wanted to see her.

"Do you want to know what i'm doing?" she asked in a whisper, as i held my breath.

"What are you doing petal?"

I could swear I heard a low whimper and it made my heart skip a beat. I was holding to the phone so hard i could feel my hand start to sweat. The things she did to me was fucking unbelievable.

"I'm touching myself."

Her answer came in a whisper and I leaned my head against the door before closing my eyes.

"Fuck, tell me more kitten."

"Mm, I've been teasing myself over my panties for a while now." she added as I reached my cock with my free hand, grabbing it slightly through my pants. "But I think I'm just gonna take them off and finger myself."

I could hear in her voice that she was not sober, but everything she said made sense, which made me realize that she really was not completely drunk.

"You make me so hard petal." I just confessed low, my eyes still closed.

"I want to feel you fuck my mouth, Niall."

This time, her words made me groan and I felt my dick twitch. I was going to answer but she just kept talking.

"Maybe you should come help me, what do you think?"

She had barely finished talking and I was already out of the bathroom, rushing downstairs. I was glad I only had a beer and when I hopped into my car, I could hear her moan louder.

"Quick, Niall." she finally begged. "You don't want me to be done before you get here."

"Text me your address okay? I'm on my way."

The line was silent and my heart almost dropped when I realized she had hung up but a few seconds later, I got a text message with her address. I never thought a car ride would feel so long. It was only a few minutes but my pants were getting tighter and when I finally parked in front of her apartment, I texted her again.

'I'm here princess'

A few seconds later, i heard a buzz telling me the door was unlocked and I rushed upstairs as she was texting me again.

'Walk in, i'm in my room.'

The idea of walking on her without knowing what exactly she was doing or what she was wearing turned me on so much i had to press my hand on my cock over my pants as i stood in front of her door. I breathed in and finally sighed, pressing my lips together.  It took me a few more seconds to open the door and i just walked in, closing it behind it and locking it. My eyes roamed around the living room and I realized it was messier than I thought it would be, showing me that I didn't really know her. Weirdly though, I wanted to get to know her, I wanted to know who she really was.

I walked slowly down the hall and stopped in front of the door of her room. I stood in the frame and she noticed me immediately. I shook my head slightly, whispering a curse word as i looked at her. She was sitting facing the door, her legs spread, and her hand over her panties. Her fingers moved slowly over them, and I could imagine them rub against her clit.

"Took you long enough." she pointed out as I stared, motionless. "I almost came three times while waiting for you."

I remained silent as she was looking at me and after a while, she spread her legs a bit more. I couldn't resist anymore and walked in the room, taking my shirt off and throwing it away. I saw her look at me and lick her lips but I didn't comment and simply unzipped my pants and took them off, bringing my boxers with them. I stood naked at the end of her bed and I saw her press her fingers harder on her pussy as I grabbed my cock in my hand.

"That turns you on?" I just asked, my lips curling slightly.

There was nothing I enjoyed more than knowing she wanted me as bad as I wanted her. Her eyes moved up to meet mine and she slowly nodded.

"I thought you were busy with exams." I added, making her bite her bottom lip gently.

She didn't answer but slid herself closer to me, her face now very close to my cock. I kept stroking it, paying more attention to the tip and she just bent down a bit, bringing her lips closer to my balls. My lips parted when I felt her tongue run on them and I kept jerking off as slow as I could. Her hands reached for my legs and she sucked one of my balls in her mouth gently. I let my head fall back slightly and closed my eyes as a short groan escaped my lips. I brought my free hand behind her head and grabbed her hair as she brought her mouth to the other, sucking on it too. I waited until she moved back and my eyes fluttered open, only to meet hers. She tilted her head and sent me puppy eyes and somehow, it turned me on even more. The way she could play sub with me was perfect.

"You said you missed my mouth, is that what you meant?"

I stared at her, blinking a few times, admiring the way she was ready to do anything for me, and my dominant side resurfaced quickly. I bent closer, grabbing her jaw with my hand while my other one was still wrapped around my cock.

"No."

I brought my mouth to hers and grabbed her bottom lip between mine. I sucked on it and finally nibbled it as she whimpered. I heard her hands grip the sheets and finally let her go, standing back straight.

"Lay down on your back."

Quickly, she nodded and did exactly as I asked.

"Good girl." I let out with a smirk. "Now move back. I want your head hanging off the bed."

She stared at me, knowing exactly what I wanted to do, and her hand reached between her legs. She pushed on the bed with her heels to place her head and I bent down slightly, taking her breasts out of her bra. I let my tongue run on one of her nipples and watched her thighs press harder together as I sucked on it softly.

"I can't wait to see how wet you are."

She moved her hips to get some sort of release and I got up again just to look at her. Her breasts were squeezed in her bra, poking out beautifully and I groaned at the position she was in.

"Fuck, you look so good like that." I expressed low. "Spread your legs."

I watched her knees move apart and bent down again with my hands on each side of her body. I watched her as she looked at my cock right in front of her face and the way she licked her lips turned me on even more. I grabbed my dick and didn't even have to ask her, she quickly opened her mouth before I pushed my cock deep in her mouth.

"This, is what I meant when I said I missed your mouth."

She moaned as I stood still, feeling my cock throb in her mouth. I breathed in and finally brought one of my hands between her legs, placing my hand over her panties. Her thighs closed on my hand, trapping it between her legs and it made the left corner of my lips rise.

"You didn't lie, you've been teasing yourself for a while." I smiled more. "Open your legs kitten."

She did as I asked, choking slightly on my dick and i moved my hips back to let her breathe better as my hand rubbed harder on her pussy. Her panties were soaked and it turned me on so much I felt slightly dizzy for a second.

After a few seconds, i let go of her and focused back on her mouth, bringing my hand to her chin and pushing on it gently to open her mouth more.

"You look fucking amazing." I said again, watching as my cock slid on her mouth.

She gagged and coughed and i just shook my head, licking my lips.

"Do you need more practice?" I asked playfully. "Because if you do, i'll gladly do this more often."

She didn't answer but her eyes met mine and I smirked.

"Ready?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and making her nod quickly.

I grabbed my cock and rubbed the tip on her lips before tapping it gently on her cheek. I didn't need to do anything to be harder than I already was, but watching her so vulnerable and submissive for me was more than a turn on.

At first, I held her chin as I moved in and out of her mouth but she didn't choke at all and I finally thrust harder and deeper, staring down at her. Her hands grabbed the sheets hard and it made me groan as I fucked her mouth harder. I felt myself getting close and took my cock out, jerking it a bit and pushing my balls on her lips again. She quickly licked and sucked on them again, making me moan as my eyes fluttered closed.

"That mouth is fucking fabulous, petal."

When I took a step back, I kept my dick in my hand but stopped moving it. It was coated with her spit and for some reason I really enjoyed it.

"Sit up, pet."

I didn't have to ask twice, she just did what I asked and turned my way, her legs now hanging off the bed. She tilted her head and bit her bottom lip. My eyes fell on her breasts still out of her bra and I shook my head.

"Take that off." I just ordered, moving my chin in her direction as I looked at her breasts.

I saw her bring her hands to her back to unclasp her bra and pressed my palm around the length of my dick until she thew the piece of clothing in a corner of her room.

"Are you seeing other girls?"

Her question took me by surprise and I let go of my cock to take a step closer. I brought my hand to her hair and grasped a handful, moving her head back a bit.

"That would bother you, wouldn't it?" I asked in a low voice as a whimper escaped her lips. "You want to be the only one I use, don't you?"

Her head barely moved but I was so close I noticed when she nodded and it made me smirk.

"Don't be jealous, petal, you know you're my favorite little slut."

I didn't know if it was because of my words, but she spread her legs and I glanced down. The sight made my lips curl into a smirk before l looked back up in her eyes.

"Tell me how bad you want me to make you cum, princess." I let out in a low tone, slowly getting on my knees. "Beg me."

Her eyes followed me and i brought my hands to her knees, pushing them apart even more.

"P-Please Niall."

Her voice was weak and for some reason, I loved it. The way she was so submissive to me animated my loneliest nights. I raised my eyebrows at her, inciting her to keep begging.

"Please, Niall." she whined. "I'm so horny, please make me cum, i want you so bad."

I didn't wait more and bent down, pressing my lips against her panties. She twitched and whimpered low at the feeling and I turned my face slightly to nibble on the inside of her right thigh. It surprised her and she jumped slightly, making me chuckle. I could feel her wetness through her panties and the way she smelled was making me feel dizzy.

"Fuck, princess, no one smells as good as you do when you're horny."

I pressed my tongue over her panties and she started grinding on me to feel me better. She whimpered louder and I imagined the fabric of her panties rubbing against her clit.  I pushed her panties aside and ran my tongue slowly on her slit as the taste of her juice reached my buds. I couldn't help and groaned, moving away a bit to have a better look. Quickly, I slid my fingers on the side of her panties and pulled them down. She moved her ass up to help me and I let them fall on the floor, glancing at them. They were soaked and the only thing I could think about was bringing them back home for the nights I wouldn't be able to get with her. I brought my attention back to her pussy and used my hands to spread her lips. I could see it glistening and realized she was dripping and my fingers were already wet.

Slowly, I brought two of my fingers down and slid them inside her quickly, making her moan loud this time. I looked up only to see her throwing her head back and I turned my hand around so my palm was facing the ceiling.

"God, baby, look at you. Dripping and ready for me."

I curled my fingers and started fingering her gently, trying to reach her g spot the best way I could. When she quivered, I knew I had found it and started fucking her harder and quicker, making sure my thumb brushed against her clit at the same time. She started squirming in no time and I watched as she gushed all over my hand and on a part of my arm. She shook as I kept finger fucking her hard and I felt her hand close to mine as she rubbed her clit hard and fast with three of her fingers. The sight was incredible and she gushed even more, leaving a small puddle on the floor. She let herself fall back on the bed and I took my fingers out crawling on top of her. She was panting, her lips slightly parted and her eyes closed, and it turned me on.

"You fucking squirted all over the floor." I just whispered, watching as her eyes fluttered open.

I was expecting a smile but she was just staring at me in a way I couldn't decipher. I felt my heart drop in my chest when I finally realized it looked like fondness and I held my breath. We remained silent and staring at each other for a few minutes until I felt both her hands on my chest, sliding down until they reached my cock. She grabbed it with both hands and started jerking me gently. I let her touch me for a while, enjoying the way she looked at me and groaned a few times when her fingers reached for my balls.

"Please, please fuck me."

My eyes roamed on the features of her face and I brought one of my hands on her bottom lip, leaving some of her juice on it.

"No petal, I'm not gonna fuck you."

Her face twisted into fear and it made me chuckle.

"You're gonna ride me. I want to watch you bounce on my cock." I explained. "Are you gonna be a good little slut and ride me, princess?"

I glanced at her lips when she started biting on her bottom one and I groaned. It always made my cock throb when she did that. She nodded extremely slowly and it made the right side of my lips curl.

"Come on, straddle me."

I moved off of her and sat on the side of her bed. She immediately sat on me, placing her hands on my shoulders and staying slightly up. I looked at her breasts right in front of my face and grabbed them hard, pushing them together and bringing my face closer to suck on one of her nipples. She moaned and her hands reached for my hair as she gripped it a bit roughly.

"Oh my god, Niall, yes..."

I let go of them only to slap her right one hard, making her moan again.

"I fucking love you tits, pet." I expressed in a husky voice before slapping one again. "They're perfect."

She didn't answer and my eyes traveled on her body as my hands did the same. I caressed her back and down to her ass, spanking her gently and then a bit harder.

"Sit on my cock, kitten." I whispered. "Now."

I felt my cock slide inside her easily and sighed low, closing my eyes. I had wished for that for so long it felt like a relief. She started squirming over me and it felt so good I brought my hands to her waist and squeezed it.

"Don't move."

I ran one of my hands to her ass again and slipped it between her cheeks to press one of my fingers on her asshole. She jerked a bit, letting out a surprised moan and I pulled her closer with my free hand.

"Shh, relax, pet." I breathed near her lips. "You'll be okay."

Without thinking, I brushed my lips against her as she panted, making me inhaled her warm breath. I pushed my fingers inside her ass gently and very slowly and I felt her tense before relaxing a few seconds later.

"You're so wet you even soaked you asshole, baby." I whispered, my mouth moving against hers.

I desperately wanted to kiss her but I didn't dare. Instead, I grabbed her bottom lip between my lips and sucked on it softly, making her moan as I fingered her ass. I could feel her throb around my cock and around my fingers as she remained motionless.

"Why don't you start riding me slowly princess..."

I added a finger in her ass as she moved on top of me and I breathed through my teeth at the incredible sensation.

"Jesus Christ, your ass is so tight." I hissed. "I bet you never let anyone do that."

My eyes met hers and she pressed her lips together in a cute and juvenile way.

"No, no one.."

The thought made me light-headed for a few seconds, thinking that I could be the first, and I took a mental note for the next time we were going to meet. I let go of her ass and gripped her hips hard, feeling my fingers sink in her skin.

"Go harder baby, make me cum." I breathed out. "I want to fill your pussy."

She started fucking herself quickly on me and I watched her breasts bounce quickly in front of me. She looked amazing and the sight of her mixed with her moans and her wet pussy swallowing my cock brought me close to my climax.

"Keep going princess, you're gonna make me cum."

She held her breath and I spanked her, making her move harder on me. She reached back and grabbed my balls as she pushed her hips fast against me. My head fell back slightly and my eyes closed as I emptied myself inside her, gripping her ass hard and pinching it.

"Oh Niall yes!" she let out loud. "I'm cumming!"

Feeling her shake over me made my orgasm stronger and I moved my hips up in rhythm with her to go deeper. I felt her wetness soak my thighs as she came but she kept fucking herself over me very gently, letting a few whimpers out as her body moved with post orgasm spasms.

"You're so good, I fucking swear." I admitted, trying to catch my breath as she did the same. 

My heart jumped in my chest when she cupped my face and brought her lips on mine, kissing me deeply and slowly as I was still inside her.

"Mmm, Niall." she whispered before kissing me again.

My arms wrapped around her waist and I pulled her closer, feeling her smile through the kiss. I never thought she'd do that, especially not when we were not having sex, but I focused on the way her tongue danced with mine, enjoying the short moment of intimacy.

"Mm, you need to leave now." she said after she pulled away.

I opened my eyes and stared at her. Her face was so close and I moved closer again to press my lips against her.

"Come on, let me sleep here." I almost begged.

Her facial expression changed and she tilted her head, shaking it lightly from left to right. I just raised my eyebrows to insist and she sighed.

"You'll be gone when I wake up?"

The way she asked made me wonder what answer she actually expected but mostly, what answer she wanted to hear. I decided to simply be honest.

"No." I finally spoke. "I'll still be here."

She stared at me a few more seconds and finally looked down, feeling embarrassed. I pulled her closer but she still avoided my eyes.

"Do you really fuck with other girls?"

Her question startled me and my lips parted. I honestly never thought she would have asked that, but it made me realize that when she asked earlier, it was not to play. She really wanted to know.

"I tried."

Her head quickly raised and she frowned, still looking at me.

"But I can't." I confessed with a sigh. "It just doesn't do it for me."

I didn't tell her that she was obsessing me, that all I could think about was her, and not only sexually. I felt like we spent hours just looking at each other in silence until she just swallowed and tilted her head again.

"Okay, you can stay."

[some-cookie-crumbz]

A Little Sweet Treat

A Little Sweet Treat Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Shiro/OC Summary: Super late, self-indulgent Valentine’s Day fic about my Galra OC, Adwru, developing a crush on Shiro and trying to find a way to make his interest known. I’m also dedicated this one to @kdxart because the developing of this ship was something she suggested and now I’m in deep. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more. 

Human customs were certainly… Strange, to say the least.

Adwru hadn’t initially thought much of the Paladin’s home planet upon meeting them, as he already knew a little bit about it from what he’d heard from Keith. A primitive world with – judging by his first few encounters with the Paladins themselves – rather primitive denizens, who ran primarily on instinct with very little knowledge of the actual scope the universe beyond their familiar stars. They were noisy and ran their mouths like mad – especially the blue one – to the point he often wished his ears were less wide and tall and sensitive to sound. Sometimes, though, he found himself endeared by their giddy excitement about everything around them. They reminded him of himself when he’d been a young whelp, so long ago now, being taken on his first exploration of the dunes surrounding the ravine where his family’s den was homed. This led to a bit of curiosity, wondering what kind of society and environment could cultivate beings like these humans.

And, in the end, he found his questions being mostly answered by the Black Paladin, the most approachable of them all.

When Kolivan had opted to move Blade resources to focus on helping Team Voltron, Adwru himself had been skeptical about how it would all work out. The Blade wasn’t perceived in a particularly fond light by the parts of the universe that were aware of them, given whom it was primarily comprised of. He’d joined the Blade in hopes of doing good deeds and protecting or improving innocent lives, of proving that there were Galra whom were trying to stop Zarkon’s tyranny and disagreed with his cruelty. More times than not, though, their help was taken but then they themselves were scorned because of their heritage. It was disheartening, in a way. He certainly understood why those that they tried to help were distrustful of them, considering all they’d suffered, and he took more pride in knowing they were able give some kind of assistance. He didn’t need to be praised for what he did, but a part of him longed to at least not be called every derogatory insult possible upon giving assistance.

And then Takashi Shirogane happened.

Initially, their interactions were primarily simple business. He tended to speak with Shiro the most when relating to concerns including the Paladins, given he was the Paladin of the Black Lion and the leader. Queen Melenor and Coran were both clearly matured, responsible adults with loads of experience in regards to serving as delegates and warriors, and Coran’s son, Garrett, had inherited his father’s outgoing nature, which tended to draw people in to him. Even Princess Allura was a charismatic and considerate delegate, even if she didn’t show that side of herself to the Blade operatives very often. However, none of them were actively engaging in the physical side of the war, so Shiro was the one it made the most sense to speak with about such matters.

Additionally, he was the Paladin with the most experience in regards to working together in a setting such as this. The Green, Blue and Yellow Paladins were all there incredibly talented, but they were also much younger than most of the other instrumental players in the development of the growing resistance. The Green and Yellow Paladins were both highly intelligent with repairing or developing new technologies, and the Blue Paladin’s charisma and personality couldn’t be understated. They were doing a good job taking to their roles as Paladins, given the circumstances, but they were still rather immature and sometimes the gravity of what their titles actually meant.

It was admirable to see that one of the Paladin’s seemed to acknowledge the severity of the situation. Keith was the second most serious about his post, but even then, he’d noticed that sometimes Keith tended to act in a more kit-like fashion when interacting with the other three Paladins. It was admittedly kind of nice to see him cut loose and act a bit more in line with his age, even if it wasn’t the best of circumstances for it. Adwru knew that like in the Blade hadn’t always been easy for Keith, given he was a few years younger than both himself and Nihaar, who were the other two youngest members. So, he figured that the universe would be fine if he wanted to go gallivanting about to space malls or mosh-pitting at rock concerts.

This led to him interacting with Shiro even more and, from there, he noticed the strange way Shiro addressed the Blade and its dealings.

As the Coalition grew, Shiro took the time to praise and thank all their associates for their help; and, surprisingly, made sure to mention the Blade. After missions, he would make sure to thank any Blade members present for their assistance before concluding the debriefing. At public statements to planets they liberated, Shiro would take the time in his speeches to mention that they were only able to succeed as far as they did thanks to Blade intelligence. And, even still, he would always mention the Blade at meet-and-greet conventions where they were trying to enlist more planets into the Voltron Coalition. It seemed contradictory to their end goals in beginning the Coalition in the first place. Why admit to working with individuals with ties back to the very Empire you are trying to dismantle at recruitment meetings? It would only cause many of those planets you want in your alliance to become leery of your true intentions. It could make outsides uncertain of where Voltron’s loyalties lay, which would lead to lower recruitment numbers.

Somehow, though, they seemed significantly less effected than Adwru had anticipated. The Coalition continued to grow, despite the awareness of these planets that the Blade was involved in Voltron’s movements.

Then, his theory changed to one that he thought made a bit more sense. The Blade was one of the few allies Voltron had upon the new generation of Paladins stepping up and bringing hope back to the universe. It only made sense that, until they could grow their forces, they’d be sure to express their gratitude for the work they did. Once they had accumulated an impressive support system, though, the shows of gratitude continued. And Adwru, not one to accept being toyed with, had confronted the other on it.

"I'm… I’m sorry, but I don’t follow. Why would I lie about being grateful to what you and the other Blades do for us?” he asked, tone calm if not a bit confused. He’d been looking through a few battle simulations that Coran had suggested for their next training session on his tablet. While Adwru normally disliked pestering someone while they were working, this was the closest to down time as they’d most likely get for some time, and he had to take the chance.

"Because you have no other option but to do so. At least until your Coalition has grown large enough in size that you don’t need to, that is,” he scoffs, eyes narrowing slightly in growing frustration. He hadn’t anticipated the other to try and politely deflate the truth being let out.

"I think you’re overthinking it a bit. I make sure to thank you and the other Blade members for what you do to help us because you deserve it, and I always will. You all work so hard, risk so much, and ask for so little in return,"

"But we are Galra, the same as Zarkon and the rest of his Empire. We are the kin of those that have committed heinous acts to countless innocents for thousands of years,” he asserted firmly, brow kitting. The other looked up from the screen of his tablet, head tilting a bit, and blinked at him slowly. Adwru’s gaze briefly flittered over to the Galra prosthetic the human sported then looked back up, thinking that perhaps he could trigger the other to react more honestly if he struck the right nerve. “You should know quite well what Zarkon and his followers are willing to do to those in their clutches from your own experiences.”

Shiro tracked his gaze, the fist of his prosthetic clenching a bit. Adwru prepared himself for the other to explode, but he never did. The hand slowly unfurled and Shiro set his tablet aside to give him his full attention. "It wasn’t a Blade member that did this to me; it was one of the Galra that obeys Zarkon that did. It wouldn’t be fair of me to hold that against you or any other Blade when you’ve been trying to put a stop to things like this for years yourselves,” he pointed out. “I've never heard a Blade member try to justify Zarkon or the Empire's actions. I’ve never heard a Blade member try to make excuses or downplay the cruelty of Zarkon’s actions. None of you agree with what he does. I mean, you're all working actively to stop him! You're trying to right the wrongs of the Empire, Adwru, and you deserve to be thanked for that."

And Adwru didn’t know how to respond to that. And how should he, really? For someone to finally tell him that he was doing good, to reaffirm that he had made the right decision in joining the Blade of Marmora? With a quick, curt nod and mumbled, “thank you” he darted away. For the rest of the day, he had pondered over this and every other interaction he’d had with the human. Shiro was always so eager to offer assistance, to answer questions, as well as learn about the cultures and customs of those they were aligned with. For Adwru, whom had always been passionate about learning and growing better insight into those around him, there was something rather appealing about that.

Adwru had left briefly for a mission with the Blade to gather intel on the next planet they intended to liberate.

When he’d returned, late into what the Castle denizens had determined to be their equivalent of night time, he’d spotted Shiro settled in the lounge, a juice pouch in his hands, and his eyes cast to the floor. The look on his face was one that spoke of a forlorn exhaustion that he’d seen countless times before in the ones they saved from the Galra, as well as some of the older Blade members. He was still clad in his evening wear of some slack pants and a loose shirt, meaning he’d probably been stirred from his sleep by something; whether that something was a physical form or a dark, looming shadow, Adwru couldn’t say.

“Black Paladin?” He asked quietly. The other didn’t respond, though, so he stepped a little closer. “Shiro?”

The other visibly flinched and looked up at him, dark eyes flickering in anxiety and his prosthetic arm starting to spark with color. When he realized it was just Adwru, though, he visibly slumped. “Oh, Adwru, welcome back. How was the mission?” He asked, readjusting in his seat a bit. It didn’t hide the slight tremors, though.

“Good,” Adwru mused, ears tipping down slightly in concern. His gaze shifted down briefly to the small device the information as enclosed in.

The human’s eyes fell to the device and he moved to stand up. “Are those the files we needed? I’ll help you get it imported to the Castle Ship’s mainframe. I may not be as skilled as Pidge or Coran, but I can at least help with that much,” He offered.

A part of him wanted to insist that Shiro go back to bed, try to get some rest. He would need to be at his peak in order to assure that Voltron functioned properly, after all. But another part of him suspected that the other wouldn’t listen to him. He held up a hand and walked around, settling a comfortable distance away from Shiro on the couch. “There are things in this file that would be best to discuss with the team as a whole, actually. But, I’d like to talk to you about something else,”

This caused the other to blink in surprise, but he settled back against the cushions of the couch. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”

“I’d like to know more about the specifics of the assignment you were on before you were taken in by the Empire,” He said, carefully tucking the device into one of the pouches in his uniform. “I know your planet isn’t as advanced as some of the others we work with, but I’ve been led to believe that this Kerberos you were on is quite a ways off from your Earth, yes? It must have been an important mission.”

And, after a moment of pause, Shiro chuckled and took a sip from his pouch. “It was,” He mused before beginning to get into the logistics of it all.

This began a new routine between them. When Adwru was up late working on projects, as his people were typically of a nocturnal nature, Shiro would come and join him. As he worked, they would talk about this or that; normally Adwru asking questions about Earth technology and space exploration approaches. It didn’t start as something he asked out of genuine interest but more to offer a distraction, to help Shiro’s mind escape from the troubles rattling around in his head. His feelings changed, however, as he saw how excited and passionate the other became about his work back on Earth. The conversations always left him glowing, wearing a softer smile and the tension in his body relenting just a bit. Seeing this side of him and seeing how much he cared about the work he’d been doing before and how much he cared about his work as a Paladin now had left him with a strange feelings in his chest.

It grew, however, when Shiro began to express an interest in Adwru’s own history. He asked about what his home planet had been like, or when he started working with the Blade. And so Adwru had opened up and talked a little bit. He explained how his Mother was of a planet called Cenlonas, who specifically belonged to a race called the Fendosians. His Mama was a half-Galran Blade member whom had been sent to track down another Blade member that had gone traitor and tried to flee. His Mother and Mama worked together to find the traitor and execute them before they could potentially reach out to their allies within the Empire, and their relationship grew from there. He told Shiro about the time when, upon his second chance to leave the ravine for exploration, he stumbled into a large, prickly bush and ended up covered in small burrs. His Mama had spent the whole night helping him to pluck them from his coat.

The story caused a deep laugh, that rumbled all throughout his being, to escape Shiro, and Adwru’s ears perked up in delight at the sound.

He liked being able to offer Shiro a safe place to just be himself without worrying about the expectations of his title. And, he realized, something about seeing the man beneath the helmet left him feelings that he could only deem to be infatuation. This put him in a bit of an odd spot, though, because Earth being so far removed from the rest of the going-ons meant that very little was known about Earth courtship and customs. What, for example, would be seen as a gesture to show romantic interest?

Thankfully enough, the incredibly loud Blue Paladin offered him some insight when he started shouting about something called “Valentine’s Day”.

“What is this holiday about?” Romelle asked curiously when Lance suddenly proclaimed that it was coming up.

“Depends,” Pidge mused from her perch settled on the couch. She was skimming through some prisoner logs, most likely trying to snuff out any sign of her father or brother. “For younger kids, it’s a day to give little paper cards to all your classmates to pretend you’re all best friends and such. For teenagers, it’s a day where excessive, explicit PDA is seen as completely acceptable. For adults, it’s a day to get gifts for and from your partner, as well as some hot tail in some cases.”

Lance’s face screwed inward and he made a displeased noise. “Ugh, you’re making it so cynical,” He huffed, sticking his tongue out as if her words had left a foul taste in his mouth. “Valentine’s Day is a day for amore~! It’s a day in which lovers are allowed to openly express their feelings, to articulate just how deeply their feelings run~!” He proclaimed, gesturing dramatically, turning to drop on one knee and hold one hand out towards Allura, settled on the couch beside Pidge.

She blinked then giggled and rolled her eyes when he waggled his eyebrows at her playfully. “It certainly sounds interesting, when you put it that way,” She mused.

“So it’s only lovers and small children? If so, why would you want to celebrate it here? No one on the ship is dating,” Romelle pointed out.

“Well, no,” Lance said as he carefully stood back up, setting one hand on his hip. “See, it’s typically seen as a holiday for lovers, but it’s much more about love itself. The love between lovers, the love between friends, or a chance to expression that you are in love with someone.”

Adwru’s ears twitched and he glanced over briefly. He could do something for Shiro on Valentine’s Day to make his affections known, but how? He briefly entertained the idea to outright ask the Blue Paladin, but that seemed like a bad idea. For as tactical and clever he could be, he wasn’t exactly very skilled at keeping from gossiping. He would tell Romelle and Allura, who would then tell Coran and Garrett, who would then tell the remaining Paladins; including Shiro himself. Keith, despite being half-human himself, had limited knowledge of Earth traditions due to him being in the Blade for most of his years. Pidge seeming to have a rather cynical view of the holiday most likely wouldn’t be of much help.

But then there was Hunk, the Yellow Paladin, who was a bit nervous but also incredibly kind and smart and practical. He carefully slunk out of the commons area and headed off for the hanger, where he was certain the other was. Hunk was humming happily, bent over his work desk as he sketched out the drafts for a new shield device. They were trying to design shields akin to the particle barriers of the Lions and Castle Ship to give to allied forces, so that in the situation of a Galra attack, they’d be able to defend themselves until Voltron could swoop in and help them. “Excuse me, Yellow Paladin?” He asked calmly, peering over his shoulder.

The other let out a loud squawk and spun around to face him, flailing his bayard between his hands anxiously. He got a good grip on it but before he could shift it into its proper form, blinked and slumped back into his seat. “Dude, why do you Blade guys constantly sneak up on us like that? Can we, like, put bells on you guys while you’re in the Castle or something?” He whined with a small sigh, carefully setting his bayard back down and starting to turn around. “Also, if Pidge sent you to whine at me about how she wants to get to work, you can tell her that-!”

“What are the customs associated with your Valentine’s holiday?” Adwru cut in, paying no mind to the other’s prepared lecture about boundaries and patience.

He halted in turning back to his task to look at him inquisitively. “What?”

“The Blue Paladin was discussing your Valentine holiday. What, exactly, is anticipated for this holiday?”

“Well, I mean, it kinda depends,” He said as he spun around fully to face him. There was a glint in his dark brown eyes that implied he knew there was more than just casual interest behind the questions, but didn’t press it. “If you’re just giving to someone you’re friends with than normally small things like cards are typically the norm.”

“And if you mean to make a gesture of interest?”

“Like, you want to tell someone you like like them?”

“I… Believe so? Your terminology seems to be rather odd but I believe it is what I intend,” He stated. He carefully lifted his head and peered around, just to be safe, before squatting down so he was eye-level with young male. “I would like to offer a gift to Shiro as a sign of my interest in him. What is a good tactic to take in a situation such as this?”

The young man gawked at him for a moment before nodding slowly. “Okay… So, it really depends. Normally, you’ll want to make sure you pick something that’s, like, thoughtful, you know? Something that shows you’ve been paying attention to his interests and such,”

Adwru’s left ear twitched a bit and looked off to the side for a moment, his mind reeling through all the conversations they’d had. What stood out was one from a few quintants prior where a groggy Shiro, the two settled in the lounge, had lamented about some of the things he missed from Earth. “I have an idea. A snack that he may enjoy. But I will need the assistance of someone with a skilled palate to accomplish this,” He mused, pushing himself upright again.

“Are you thinking something Earth-based? Because, like, that might be a bit of a challenge. I mean, I’ve got a good idea of what goes good together, but I haven’t really tried to recreate anything Eart-centric,” Hunk said worriedly.

“I know a place where we can most likely find the materials needed. If you agree to go with me, taste-test to find things that have the right flavor, and help me get things figured out, I will serve as your bodyguard while we are there and purchase any additional goods you would like,” He vowed.

Hunk’s eye lit up and he nodded eagerly. “You give me the date and time and I’ll have Yellow ready to bail!”

It was difficult to get the okay to go from Shiro on the day of their intended escape. “I have a meeting to collect some intelligence gathered by a covert operative. Hunk has agreed to take me to the designated location,”

“Wouldn’t it be better to have Pidge or Keith take you? I mean, Green has the cloaking ability and all. Or, Red would be good since she’s the fastest Lion, and Keith would most likely be familiar with how Blade meetings go down,” Shiro pointed out.

Hunk looked a bit panicked, opening his mouth to most likely blurt out some kind of excuse, but Adwru cut in smoothly, “You’ve been implying you’d like the other Paladins to be a bit more hands-on, so I thought that it’d be good to allow someone other than Keith to accompany me. And, of all the Paladins, the Yellow Paladin seems to be the most outgoing and respectable. I thought he’d be the most logical option between himself, the Green Paladin, and the Blue Paladin.”

That had seemed to not only placate the leader, as he allowed them to leave, as well as endear him some to the Yellow Paladin. “Did you mean what you said? About me?” Hunk asked as they left the hanger.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t think it were true. I’m not fond of speaking just for the pleasure of hearing my own voice, you see,” He mused. Hunk had chuckled a bit at the answer and then focused on inputting the information he’d been giving.

The location was an intergalactic foods mart, where different vegetation from different worlds could be exchanged. It was located on a large asteroid just outside the orbit of the planet Hyna, and was one of the few locations in the Fefage galaxy that wasn’t Empire territory. The look on the young Paladin’s face reminded him of a pup getting their first bite of grilled turel meat. They wandered from booth to booth until they managed to find the things that Hunk felt would be most inclined to create the desired treat he had in mind.

When they returned to the Castle Ship, Shiro was in a meeting with Queen Melenor, Coran, and a few of the bigger names that had enlisted into the Coalition. While he was preoccupied, Hunk and Adwru got to work. Or, rather, Adwru insisted that he be the one to do the brunt of the work, as it was meant to be a gift from him. Hunk was patient as he helped walk him through, the two of them testing and experimenting to figure out the right consistency. It took them a little longer than intended, but they got it worked out.

The wrap job on the gift wasn’t the tidiest, with how the white bow on top was askew and uneven, but he supposed it was the best he could do. Gifts typically didn’t get wrapped in his culture, but Hunk had been adamant as he shoved the bow and glossy lavender paper into his hands. Adwru’s handwriting as he tried to use the English alphabet from Earth to spell out Shiro’s name looked more like a pup’s sand sketches than an actual word, but he supposed it was the best he could do with next to no experience. The packaging wouldn’t be important, he hoped, so long as the gift itself turned out to be a good choice. Hunk offered him a reassuring grin and thumbs-up before nudging him along his way.

He headed off down the hall, staying close to the wall, instincts kicking in at the prospect of his “mission”.  He realized he should have asked more questions. How did the offering a gift work in human culture? The meeting had just ended as he rounded the corner, Shiro speaking quietly with Queen Melenor as they exited. It was the ruler who saw him first, noticing his tense posture and the object clutched in his grasp. A small smile turned up on her lips and she leaned over, saying something to Shiro before motioning Coran to herself and heading along. Shiro looked a bit bemused before he turned and spotted Adwru, seeming surprised. “Hello, Adwru,” He said, turning to fully face him.

“Hello,” He greeted back with a curt nod of his head. He carefully adjusted the gift in his hands before holding it into the open space between the two of them. “This is for you.”

Shiro blinked a bit in surprise. “Oh, thanks. What’s the occasion?” He asked, taking the gift and gently tugging at the bow.

“The Blue Paladin informed me that a holiday was approaching that is of significance to many humans. Valentine’s Day, he called it,” He explained, his eyes skirting from the human before him to his boots. The young man took in a small gasp, his cheeks turning a bit pink at his explanation. “The Yellow Paladin observed my efforts to assure the quality. I hope you enjoy.” He explained quickly, his stomach roiling uneasily.

“Adwru, um, Valentine’s Day… It’s, well, how do I say?” Shiro stammered out with a small nervous smile.

“The Blue Paladin explained what, exactly, this holiday meant. And that is specifically why I chose to offer you this gift now,” He said, forcing his tone to keep from warbling out of nervousness. Shiro’s eyes widened a bit, the flush lightening a bit, as his eyes tracked back down to the top of the gift in his hands. The look on his face was something soft and sentimental but also a bit contemplative. What was he thinking, he wondered? Was it possible that Shiro was interested in him in such a way as well?

And then, because he wasn’t sure what else to do once that thought hit him, he offered a quick nod before darting off to find himself a good place to hide. Maybe try and coerce Keith to join him for a small patrol of the galaxy they were in.

“Adwru, wait!” Shiro called, trying to catch his arm, but the other was around the corner before he could give proper chase. He frowned before looking back down at the gift in his hands, plucking the card off and looking at it. A small smile crept on his lips when he saw the attempt the other had made at using the English alphabet to write his name, finding it sweet how far he’d gone. He’d seen the written language of Adwru’s people before and surmised that he should offer to teach him how to write in Japanese. It’d most likely be much easier for him to learn, since the two styles were similar to one another.

He then carefully pulled apart the box and popped the top off, looking down at what rested inside with his head cocked. Inside, was a small cluster of what he assumed were some kind of fruit, but they were shaped something similar to the number 9 without the empty gap in the circular portion. They were a bright yellow color, with white stems and leaves at the very top. The lower half of it was covered in a turquoise colored sort of coating that gleamed almost like it was made of glass.

Were these some kind of trinket or decoration piece? Well, he figured, that didn’t make much sense. If he’d requested Hunk’s request in preparing this, it only made sense that it be some kind of snack. He plucked one out and gave it a small sniff. It had a pleasant, sweet smell to it. With a small shrug, he took a bite and his eyes widened at the incredible, sweet flavor followed by the smooth, slight bite in his mouth. He pulled it back and licked his lips, staring at the small fruit in his mouth in disbelief.

“I miss a lot of things about Earth, but you what I miss the most?” Shiro asked, staring from the ceiling of the lounge to look over at Adwru. The other had originally been working on decrypting some files on his holo-pad, but as they swapped stories he’d set it aside to award him his full attention. He always liked it when Adwru would become fully invested in what he had to say. It was always so cute how the other’s large, fox-like ears would twitch and dip in accordance to what Shiro said or how he said it.

“Other than not having to trapeze through space in a giant, psychic robotic Lion leading a team of adolescents?” He prompted back dryly, ears perked upright.

Shiro laughed and gave him a playful shove, recognizing the dry wit he’d learned Adwru leaned towards. “Okay, that,” He said before leaning back against the couch, “but I really miss strawberries.”

“Strawberries?” The other parroted curiously.

“Mmhm. They’re these sweet fruits that are just so good. Especially if you get them dipped in chocolate; dark chocolate, especially!” He explained excitedly.

“It certainly sounds like something interesting,” Adwru prompted. Shiro had rambled a few times about the different snacks and treats that could be found on Earth and, while Adwru’d never had a chance to try any of them, he was familiar with basic things like chocolate and candy bars.

“Oh, it’s amazing. I mean, dark chocolate makes everything better,” He continued, his sleepy mind falling into a prattle about dark chocolate and what else it paired with well.

Shiro smiled as he tossed the remaining bite into his mouth and closed his eyes in pure bliss. “I can’t believe he remembered that,” He said softly carefully putting the lid back on the box. He then headed off in the direction Adwru headed off on. He wanted to approach the subject of a potentially shared interest with him, and let him get a small taste of just how good these little treats were.

[occupyvenus]

JxD smells of fanservice to me. I mean, OOC character who *nudges nudges wink* screams it. If it was meant to be for bigger reasons we wouldn't be getting things this way

Same. I don’t even care if they are really going for a romance anymore. I’m not particularly keen on it, but if they could only do it well. It feels rushed and forced, they obviously didn’t put much thought or heart into it. If it is supposed to be the grand love story of GoT, they didn’t put any effort in to make it worthy of that title. But then s7 simultaneously feels like filler and throwing too many plot points at us at once. I’ve said it before, the pacing this season is weird and unless they really turn it around in the last three episodes, or use it to set the stage for an amazing s8, I’m not sure reducing the numbers of episodes was a good idea. It feels like they’re simply working off a check-list of what has to happen, without building any suspense to those moments. 

@iqqsgonnabeokay I wanted to respond to your reblog, but since I was already working on this ask, I’m just going to tag you here. (-: That scene annoyed me to no ends, you can’t even imagine. 

Spoilers for episode 4 under the cut. IF YOU ARE ON MOBILE AND THE “READ MORE” DOESN’T WORK, CLOSE YOUR EYES AND KEEP SCROLLING A LITTLE BIT. 

It was already bothering me in the last episode. We go from Jon and Danielle fighting and her accusing him of being in open rebellion (it’s not like they were close to coming to any kind of agreement before Varys interrupted) to them having a private, somewhat intimate conversation in the next scene they have together, where they kind of end with the note of we are not so different you and I, let’s agree to disagree but work together anyway. I know that wing-man Tyrion talked to both of them, but that was a drastic shift in tone for them being face-to-face.

We never see them growing closer through their own interactions. We never see them understanding the other or starting to respect the other through how they act around each other, their relationship primarily progresses through what other people tell them. 

When did Danielle start to respect Jon’s opinion to such a degree, where she would ask him about advice? That would have been an issue that could have been discussed with another character. Dany talking about her perception of Jon to somebody, not the other way around, someone telling her what they think of him. Hell, they could have put that at the end of their Missandei x Greyworm conversation, would have taken them a minute of screen-time, giving some proper depth to what follows both in the cave and on the beach.

Missandei asking her “Lord Snow, he still refuses to bend the knee?” with a kinda suspicious, worried tone. Danielle could have replied with something like “Yes … though I have to admit it does take courage to deny the Mother of Dragons.” Both of them giving each other *that look*. Danielle taking a deep breath. “He is doing what he thinks is best for his people.” Looking at jon, unsuspectingly waiting on the beach “He will soon understand that what I want is for the best of his people.” Showing that she has softened on her “breaking faith with House Targaryen” stance. Showing that while she thinks he’s wrong, she has come to appreciate his good qualities and at least understands where he is coming from. She has gained some insights into his character and articulates them to herself, her best friend and the audience.

We never see Danielle do anything that makes Jon realize that she indeed has a good heart neither. What about her, that she did in front of him, that he witnessed, lead him to that conclusion? She didn’t leave an especially lovable impression in their first meeting, she then keeps him on Dragonstone against his will. Yes, she allows him to mine for the dragonglass, a few points for that. I suppose the cave-scene built some kind of “personal” connection, but Jon is the one carrying the “we are all in this together” banner, Danielle persists on him bending the knee. She didn’t do anything to prove to Jon that she has a good heart. He only “knows” that because other people told him about it. Seriously, allowing him to mine some fucking dragonglass shouldn’t make up for all the unappealing characteristics she displayed in front of him. It makes no sense for them be so comfortable around each other, but all of a sudden Jon is all touchy-feely and drags her through a cave. Nothing we saw explained that development. 

If D&D had some balls to cause engaging conflict and tension, Jon should have replied with “My pride? We are facing certain death and you will only help us if I proclaim you queen against my people’s wishes. Do I care more about my pride or their survival? You should ask yourself that question“. Would have been some food for thought for Danielle, we could see how Jon’s actions influence her and them overcoming this obstacle for their potential relationship in the end would have been way more satisfying. Instead we get a Jon Snow who looks like a wet puppy someone forget in the rain. He went from a man with convictions he believes in and stands up for in ep3 to “i would … but my bannerman though… like THEY wouldn’t like it… so … /: in ep4. You are thinking with your dick, Jonny. Please, just don’t be thinking with your dick. Don’t let me down like that.

Jon and Davos talking about Danielle, really properly talking about it, not this unbelievingly stupid “what do you think about ~her~?” …  “well, you’ve been staring at her” *wink* *wink* that basically means nothing but: HEY AUDIENCE! JON STARED AT HER! YOU DIDN’T SEE IT, BUT IT TOTALLY HAPPENED! DAVOS TALKS ABOUT IT! AUDIENCE! ARE YOU LISTENING? THESE TWO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ATTRACTED TO EACH OTHER! DAVOS SAID SO! IN CASE YOU DIDN’T NOTICE BECAUSE WE’VE DONE A SHIT JOB AT DEVELOPING THIS RELATIONSHIP AND SHOWING IT TO YOU THROUGH VISUALS! SHOW, DON’T, TELL YOU SAY? EXPOSITION-DAVOS, I SAY! This is the most lazy, unoriginal, disconnecting way of pushing a romantic plot and I can’t even begin to explain how much I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

But them having a real conversation about Danielle, Jon admitting that she wouldn’t be bad ruler, maybe saying something a la “does it really matter if I’m King or Warden of the North once the Wall falls? She won’t help us unless I bend the knee.” Davos nodding with an exhausted look on his face “That’s true.”  Jon doing some nervous movements, tapping his foot, pounding on the stone-handrail(?), before saying “she has a good heart.” Davos giving him an amused look before saying “is that what you’ve been staring at, her “good heart?”. Just give us some fucking emotional build-up to this, don’t just throw it in our face, because you couldn’t come up with a better way to convey this to the audience. Show us Jon staring at Daniella, show us Davos noticing it. Show that Jon is still conflicted, he is duty-bound to serve his people after all, but has softened his stance after getting to know Dany (ON SCREEN!) and that he has come to admire and like her somewhat. 

It’s no secret that I believe in Jonsa being endgame. I still do, because I agree that the way it looks, D&D just wrote the Jon x Danielle stuff in there for fanservice or to get a sexscene with Kit and Emilia. You are completely right, if this was supposed to last, they would have at least tried to get us emotionally invested in it. Together with Mels “Ice and Fire”-comment this entire thing looks like a major red herring. They will fuck once, maybe twice, before r+l=j comes out and targbowl happens. I’m pretty sure, that if they were supposed to end up together, they would have fought for longer than 5 seconds. They want to throw us of the rail and they are doing a shitty job at it. And I’m not happy about it. 

This isn’t really about what I ship, want to or think will happen / be endgame, anyway. If jon€rys is supposed to happen there is nothing I could do about it, after all. Even if I’m wrong about Jonsa (unlikely. Jonsa is endgame), there’s no reason to serve us this bland, unimaginative, rushed love story. I’ll admit that Jon and Danielle have potential, if not for a happily ever after, at least for a passionate tragic love story. I would gladly admit it if D&D are building a strong case for them, but until now, that was just shitty, lazy, sloppy 0815 screenwriting. It’s wasted potential. Even for GoT standards. It’s on-par with “Dorne”. It’s mediocre screenwriting. 

[geek-gem]

OK KO Back Into Red Action

3:42 pm including I checked the episode title first twice on TV and saw the time changed and the time many seconds ago changed on here. Now it's 3:43 pm but now I just watched the episode commericals on including I'm gonna mention spoiler in here I'll tag it.

Really it was a nice episode. Including a surprise mainly even if last night I saw a screen cap of the title last night okay bro came in here nothing much I said hi and asked him how was school he said good. Heard him close his door including he closed my door first after he left.

But yeah I saw mainly two screen caps of the title screen and checked the guide last night.

Honestly it's a good episode. Including we get to know more of Red Action. Looked up to the right, "We Got Hacked" is on almost put let's get hacked almost I at times think of that title.

Yeah we get to know more of Red Action and basically well see her in action. Basically the episode starts off with Enid admiring Red Action's blog and even surprised by Red Action taking a picture of her and her too. Including Red Action invites Enid yet she says it was an option and also KO is excited about it. Yet Red Action is able to get Enid to come along leaving the gum she bought to come out and some how take it.

Turns out and even during when Enid is looking at pictures on Red Action's blog she's a time traveler which is interesting. Including as the episode went on the world of OK KO is in the year 21x they said supposedly a year I supposedly while Red Action is from 31x so interesting. Right thumb itched right side of nose.

Basically hanging out and Enid and Red Action kind of having the time of their lives. They are soon chased by a group sorry if I spell this name wrong Futroop or some shit. Including sorry if I'm wrong they seem to be parodying the Power Rangers in a way or just indeed. Including the backstory of them and their designs.

Their chasing Red Action because by mistake she broke this crystal that's been passed down from generation to generation of other Futroops. Including yeah I'm kind of describing the episode.

I didn't laugh much if I remember. But it was a nice it was a Enid with focus now on Red Action. Along with I suppose character developed. Mainly this part when Red Action reveals who she is. Along with telling Enid she's more cooler then her and basically admires her. Including thinks she's very cool and that she's too nervous to even comment on her pictures.

Mainly the episode ends with the both of them deciding to fight the Futroop and a meteor Red Action revealed in her story comes down. Including a new crystal or something is there. Okay, "We Got Hacked" just got finished I need to change it. So it turns out Red Action never planned this and because of Enid giving her a look she tells the truth about that. Including she likes being in 21x and decides to stay there. Along with she's good with her team again.

Now I remember I wanted to mention honestly it's weird when I think of a timeline for shows. I think of modern day and I head canon Enid as 18 and if we go by today's timeline 1999 to 2017. It's some stupid shit not really. It's mainly how old is think she is. Including from what I read she's mentioned to be in her late teens which is 17, 18, and 19. She seems like a young adult to me.

So I just sat back down switched the channel to let me look yeah mtv2 with Ridiculousness on.

But also what happens next the two girls are overjoyed or basically with Red Action saying in a way it wasn't much of what happened. So Enid recommends a insane and extreme thing known as volcano surfing with Red Action overjoyed by the idea of it despite mentioning she doesn't know what it is. Despite the name volcano surfing oh head.

Really it was a nice episode. Also that Danger Zone thing I'm surprised their wasn't more of a reference to the Danger Zone song or even Enid referencing the lyrics or hearing the song. That's what I expected.

Also to be honest please don't be bothered by this. The way the episode starts off. I was seriously worried Red Action was gonna be a jerk and try to embarrass Enid and just destroy even more of her trust with people. I was being cautious. Basically kind of what happened, "You Have To Care" the back story we got.

It's mainly because the way Red Action is first presented in, "Your Everybody's Sidekick" and how at first she used KO along with the other quote on quote cool kids. Even despite the end where she likes it the KO helped her with her hair. I even just this Red Action blog I follow the idea she tries to keep this tough image of herself. It's mainly that episode. Basically other times she's appeared, "Your Level 100" sorry if I got that title wrong where she's a bit upset that KO isn't 100. Other times she's just been around. Including, "Plaza Prom" and, "KO's Video Channel" where he tells Enid and Rad about their dancing video and despite giving a critical statement or heads up she might of laughed at it too.

Including writing that last part I realized just why the.....for some reason don't wanna say the f word but just me over studying this well bullcrap.

Also the last time I wrote Enid's name before I mentioned the episode, "KO's Video Channel" I rewrote her name a lot even typos.

But yeah about Red Action it's quite off topic. It seriously looked like that to me at first. Yet turns out I was wrong good and a lot more heart felt that Red Action actually thinks Enid is so cool she's too nervous to comment on her pictures.

Honestly even Red Action's vehicle I thought I was seeing the tank from, "You Have To Care" yet it's a different vehicle. Even writing this post I think when I started about maybe I thought Red Action was gonna be that way I remembered what the tank well it's a tank it looks different no doesn't suck just this is a hover vehicle oh it is a tank in a way.

Honestly really nice episode I liked it quite a bit........should I mention it just honestly the shipping if you like it I have no problem. I'm not the biggest fan or even of the other one. Not being mean or anything yet it seems better then the one from, "You Have To Care" but I'm not the biggest fan of ships I'm sounding like a hypocrite. It's just I feel people are gonna talk about that. So I might as well say my opinion. What I meant I'm not the biggest fan of ships is that I don't really obsess not trying to stereotype or even think much about them or just it depends. Also some personal weird feelings too.

Got tags done almost left the word rags it's tags. Yet seriously good episode also think one of my friends started watching the show he texted me about KO having two voice actors and I'm confused too almost left the word room instead of too. But stuff like KO's voiced by kid Goku I'm not the biggest fan of Dragon Ball yet seen much more of it with Dragon Ball Z Kai and seeing it's still going. Kept retyping still. But also I don't wanna mention him because of spoilers for him unless he's seen the episode.

Ether wise almost left the word food sorry....I mean good just ticks.

But ether wise entered a few times by mistake sorry ummm just seriously good episode. Luckily next Friday is a day off 4:22

Edit 9:40 pm after making a post I found out it's 301x to 201x wow and I am just.....need to look better and I'm stupid at times because I forget shit seriously I really do I happened last week with last week's episode where I thought Enid's mom was a witch but I forgot she was a vampire. Yet yeah I made a post talking about so my head canons aren't off now 9:41

Edit 9:46 pm it just turned that time was 45 but I seriously need to focus on shit and be careful and also just...reblog something it's Jim Cummings birthday I'm just editing back and forth like last week 9:46

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Test Tube Suspicion

ok so i have a few things about test tube and the next episode part considering they said she would have a bigger role they also said that about knife but this post isn’t about him happy knife day so thats my ticket to talk about this before the episode comes out i would talk about this on test tube day but that seems to be after the release date so i’ll just reblog this on test tube day happy test tube day to the people reading this on test tube day

i think test tube is not who she says she is.test tube is a beloved character as well as most other characters in the fandom but these are the reasons why i don’t trust her

she doesn’t talk much ,ill start with the weakest reason first now this is could be do to introversion or some anxiety disorder but having it in an animated series is kind of weird

THIS VIDEO

this is a video of test tube singing ‘Still Alive’ from Portal as she murders other contestants now this could also be do to joking around because ha ha glados is science who murders people we also have a science character lets make her sing a song from portal but i still count this as a reason because murder is,you know bad. i’d probably see this as a reason even if it wasn’t titled..

TEST TUBES BIG SOLO you know a solo in music a solo is when only one person plays. in a situation where only test tube is in the scene which sounds awesome and could also reveal a side of test tube we haven’t seen before maybe in the next part, maybe later but as the video was it will be most likely shown in

HER LAB you know how many times we have seen her lab in the show? Once. You know how many times its been mentioned after that? None. You know how many people were in there other then her the one time it was seen? Two or one however you see yin-yang.I don’t know about you but that raises some suspicion flags for me. Especially sense the person who could tell people about her lab is eliminated. AND GUESS WHAT SHE DID TO THE ONE(?) PERSON WHO GOT INTO HER LAB

TESTING

AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN AGREE TO IT BEFORE SHE DID

TESTING ON A NOTHER LIVING BEING WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION THE ONE TIME SHE IS VEIWD IN HER LABORATORY also kind of suspicious she was working on something for yin yang before she even showed any one the lab.. and speaking of tests you know what also seems to be very interesting to be tested on

THE EGG

we have no idea what the egg is,how it got on mars,what its gonna be when it hatches if it hatches which is why it should be tested

this happens on screen btw 

but every time egg is on screen fan is normally with it because he is a good loving dad and in mazed and confused she isn’t really in her right mind

we still don’t have enough info on her and the egg to say anything for certain

but you know another reason i don’t think she’s who she says she is?

THE LIVESTREAM

the thing everyone saw coming in this post at ^this time^ in the inanimate insanity livestream the question is asked “will there be a ‘new taco’ in season two? basically someone who is secretly not who they seem.” adams confused response was “Definitely not in the way taco was” now what did taco do to not be seen as a threat? she acted unintelligent ‘half witted’ in her own words and also made a bond with another contestant who was loyal enough to stick by her side 

now test tube is different yet similar with that she’s definitely not pretending to be half witted quite the opposite in facts flourishes in her vast knowledge and doesn’t hide it but if she is the new taco lets look at some comparisons of how they got the friends to interact with them for the first time 

with taco how she got pickle to side with her balloon was being mean to taco and then pickle stood up for her and then spent the rest of the season smack talking balloon and other things

with test tube she was admiring astrology and fan just..showed up if they both were planning something i don’t think friendship was part of the plan until later

now if test tube is the new taco she definitely fits the bill for not in the way taco was but has the same circumstances on friendship 

and ALL OF THOSE REASONS are the reason i don’t think test tube is who she says she is.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Rumor Has It {10}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler-Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst, Slight embellishment of actual real-world media

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

**NOTE: A WORK OF FICTION. NOT CREATED TO GARNER HATE OF ANY SORT.

**Loosley Edited/Proofread**

**Interactive**

Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊 ❤❤

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What’s not to like about photoshoots? Nothing really. You get to wear designer clothes, get your make up done and get pretty pictures taken. Sounds great. Unless you’ve been doing it for almost ten hours. That was your predicament. You’d been shooting pictures for your album cover for the better part of a day and there was no end in sight. You’d tried to keep your energy up, tried to remain in the zone but it was harder than it looked. You were quickly descending into the land of grumpy. All you wanted was your bed a bottle of wine and one of Chris’ shirts.

 “All right Uriah, that’s it. A few more shots and I think we’ll be good,” Boris shouted from behind the camera as he continued to snap away. Using that as some solace you held tightly to your resolve and pressed on.

 Twenty minutes turned to forty and forty turned to two hours. After three and a half hours Boris finally called wrap. You were exhausted. You sat down with the crew and went through the three hundred plus images hoping to mark your favorites and eliminate those that just didn’t go well. The final decision was going to be left up to you and the record company, but you knew how to make your voice be the final one. You, after all, were the talent. You’d gotten far enough in your career that you held plenty of weight.

 You didn’t get to crawl into bed with one of Chris’ shirts and a bottle of wine until near three in the morning. Taking comfort in his scent and the alcohol your unwind was easy. Once the bottle was finished you found yourself nodding off until Chris called. Once you saw his face, you lit up.

“You look tired.” Scoffing you nodded.

 “I’m exhausted. Yet another photoshoot for the album. Hopefully, we finally have the album cover art.”

 “Okay, that’s great. Are you happy with them?”

 “They’re fine. I’m happier to be done with it. How are you?”

 “Good, finally getting in.” You watched him set his phone down and peel his shirt off in the frame. Sighing you sunk deeper into the covers and watched the show. It was like he didn’t realize what he was doing. After he’d discarded his shirt his pants followed until he was only in his underwear. You laid there and admired your husband. You’d never get tired of this view.

 “It is a shame to be so damn fine.” As if realizing what he’d done he snorted and laughed then took up his phone and carried you with him to another room.

 “Me? Have you looked in the mirror lately Mrs. Evans?” You smiled then sighed.

 “Is that my shirt?”

 “I miss you,” you defended. His groan was long. You heard the rustling of sheets and once the motion of the camera stopped there he was laying in the bed with a sweet smirk on his face.

“I miss you too, dragonfly.” You changed your position in the bed not caring that now his shirt had risen up to your hip exposing your bare thigh to him. You watched as his eyes raked over your skin then back to your eyes.

 “I’ve been thinking, after the premier and the hoopla we should take a vacation. You, me, no phones, or work, just us,” Chris proposed. It sounded blissful.

 “My god that sounds so good. I think we’ve earned it.”

 “I think so too, sweetheart.” The two of you laid there not saying a word just staring at each other. Your connection felt stronger than ever. Therapy had done what it was supposed to. You guys were better than ever. In fact, you were so much better you’d completed your last session with Dr. Danquah feeling incredibly optimistic and pleased with how successfully you’d been.

 It didn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep with each other still on the call with one thought to fall asleep to. Life was good.

  -Two Days Later-

“Sounds like a plan,” Zora responded once you’d finished going over your plan for the next three months.

 You and Chris had made such great progress in therapy that you felt more hopeful about the probability of your marriage surviving and not just surviving but thriving and becoming better than it ever had been. You’d both learned so much and every day the two of you were diligently working to put what you learned into play. He made a conscious effort to make you feel listened to and not just heard. You made an effort to give him the benefit of the doubt more times than not. Now after successful completion of near nine weeks of therapy, you both felt closer to each other. The love you felt for him had grown when you didn’t think it was possible to love him more.

 The rest of your team left your office and it left you, Zora and Kizzy. Zora perched on your desk and watched you sign off on the rest of the contracts that needed to be couriered out. The next three months were setting up to be busy. You’d taken all the time you could and so had Chris. He was now in Los Angeles for meetings and interviews. It was his time to actually be present for the press centered on Knives out especially with it opening in a week.

 “How’s Chris doing in LA? This is the first time in weeks you two have been apart.” You nodded at Zora’s inquiry.

 She was right. You’d gotten so comfortable having him so close. You’d created a routine that you fell in love with, a routine that you now missed. It had been a week since he’d been gone, and you felt his absence to your core.

 “He’s doing good. He says he’s trying to acclimate back into press touring and being away but it’s hard.”

 “Uugh, you two are so stinking cute I can’t deal,” Kizzy groaned out. you couldn’t help but smile.

 “I’m glad you guys are doing better and found a way back to each other,” Zora added.

 You stood and handed her the folder. Once she took them and she nodded and got to work on her laptop scanning them for your records. The next step was sending a copy to your lawyers before sending them back.

 Your phone rang loudly in your home office. When you looked at the screen you saw your mother’s name pop up.

 “Hi, mama.”

 “Uriah, who the hell is this white woman?”

 “Uh—what white woman, mama?” Kizzy and Zora both looked amused, they knew your mother’s antics and the way she spoke. They often got a good laugh from it.

 “This woman I’m seeing on The Wendy Williams show.”

 Your confusion took over. You sighed then groaned. “Mama, I don’t have time to walk you through the who is who of the celebrity world. Try googling her.”

 “Uriah Letecia Tyler-Evans. You better know who this woman is. From the things I’m hearing from Wendy, you should have her as top priority on your to-do list. By to do list I mean beat down list.”

 Kizzy was the one to snort loudly. You gave her a look that had her clamping her hand over her mouth in an effort to stop any others from escaping.

 “Mama, what are you talking about?”

 “Turn on The Wendy Williams show now!” Zora approached with the remote and turned the tv on then proceeded to find the right channel. Once Wendy’s face filled the screen the volume increased. You were just in time to hear the audible gasp and “ooh” from the audience.

 “Okay mama Wendy is on. What is so important?”

 “Wait for it and listen,” your mother instructed.

 “So, I don’t know what kind of marriage they have but if this were my marriage, and I know what you’re going to say my marriage fell apart from the same thing—an easy, trifling’ homewrecking whore.” Again, the audience gasped and “oohed”.

 “Yeah I know, if you live in a glass house you shouldn’t throw stones but look y’all. In no world is this okay.” A video played of Ana wearing the sweater Chris wore in character in Knives Out. It was evident she had on nothing else but the sweater. She danced around while giving her best sexy eyes to the camera. You didn’t hear a thing else, not from Wendy or the audience, or even the music that was playing on the video. The video stopped and flipped to a picture of her posing in the sweater. You zeroed in on the caption.

 “That was weird, anyway what I wanted to say is go see knives out. Also, thanks Chris for the sweater. I think it looks better on me this way, but you can feel free to come and take it and prove me wrong.”

 As if you were a bull in the pen you saw red.

 “This bitch!” Yours, Kizzy’s and Zora’s voice all merged into one as the three of you said the same thing, at the same time the same exact way. You looked at them and the looks on their faces made you wonder if you looked the same way. Pissed.

 “First of all, this is all levels of inappropriate. I may be jaded and reading into things too much but ol’ girl didn’t have to put his sweater on with nothing else on. She posted this for a reason besides promo for their movie. Second, this is a thirst trap if I’ve ever seen one, now it’s not as extreme as others but a low-level thirst trap is still a thirst trap. This is a thirst trap of testing the waters. This is definitely flirtatious. Also, the caption, girl.” Wendy’s face said it all.

 “Girl you know you not slick. This is disrespectful on all levels to this man’s real wife Uriah Evans. Again, I don’t know what kind of marriage they have but this isn’t the first time I’ve seen some suspect behavior from this woman toward Chris Evans. I get it he’s hot, he is a fine piece of white chocolate. The draw of a married man is appealing it’s like a competition but girl no. This man has a whole wife. Back off.”

 The audience clapped and cheered.

 “Do you see now Uriah. Now, who is this woman? You better tell me this isn’t the same trollop that tested your marriage a few months ago.”

 “Mama I’ll call you back.” You hung up and prepared to dial Chris but before pressing the green call button you paused and thought about what you were about to do and what you were about to say. Every instinct in your body was saying blow up and rain hellfire on him, but thanks to the last months of work in therapy, part of you hesitated.

 “Fuck!” You hit the desk and took several deep breaths. “This bitch really is grinding my last fucking nerve!”

 “For good fucking reason. What the hell is that? Did Chris really send that to her?”

 You had no idea. He very well could have. Again, you stopped and thought about things. He wouldn’t dare, not after everything you’d been through these last months, not after everything you came so close to losing. Still, there she was wearing the sweater. You looked back to the paused tv and examined the freeze frame of the picture. She looked so damn pleased with herself. Before you could fester anymore anger your phone rang again. This time it was Chris.

 “Give me a minute, guys.” Kizzy and Zora walked out giving you a little privacy before you answered your phone.

 “Hey, baby. I miss you,” Chris said with a smile on his face. You took another deep breath and tried to push away any ill will.

 “I miss you too.”

 “Are you okay?” He was walking around making you dizzy. When he finally stopped he sat down in perfect lighting.

 “Yeah, I’m good. How are you? What’re you doing?”

 “I just finished up wardrobe here in San Diego, getting ready to do yet another interview.” He leaned back and sighed.

 “Okay, cool.” You couldn’t find anything else to say. You didn’t want to blow up at him or even ask him because you didn’t want to give him the impression you didn’t trust him. You understood now, you trusted him you just didn’t trust her.

 “Are you all set to come out? I can’t wait to see you.”

 “Uh, yeah, I’ll be on a flight day after tomorrow. I’m just finishing up some loose ends.” His smile was bright, and a glimmer caught your eye.

 Squinting your eyes, you locked in on it then looked back to the tv at her background. Your eyes went back and forth for several moments before you felt the pit of your stomach fall. The backgrounds were one hundred percent identical. Her picture and video were taken from his room. 

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Fuck Your Fortnite. - Zion Kuwonu Smut

Title: Fuck Your Fortnite

Pairing: Zion Kuownu/Reader

Rating: R (sex and swear words ooooo)

Word Count: 1.6k baby

Summary: you are just so needy and want zion so bad but he’s playing that dumb fucking game!!!! there’s some thigh riding in this too so exciting!!

A/N: some of you may know that i went off yesterday about how much i’m done with zion playing fortnite so here is the product of it!!!!!!! please like or reblog if you enjoyed this imagine!

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It was a typical morning off of tour. You were busy making breakfast, just chilling out, and trying to regain any sanity you had lost while out on the road. Zion was playing video games, Fortnite, per usual.

While flipping over the omelette in the pan, you zoned out towards the window and just started thinking. It seemed weird to not being cramped on a tour bus and around a shit ton of men a lot of the time. You missed being on the road with PrettyMuch because you guys were like family and just fun to hang out with. But if there’s one thing you didn’t miss it was the quickies.

Yeah, sex is great and all but quickies are just, I don’t know, quick? If anything, you would’ve skipped a hundred quickies just to have one pure, lasting-more-than-10-minutes get down with your man. Plus, the quickie insisted on most of the time giving him a blowjob. Nothing in it for you. Not like you minded that much but it still super sucked.

Snapping back into reality, you looked over into the living room. Glancing over at Zion from the kitchen, you caught his fingers fidgeting fast on the remote control. You started thinking about what those fingers could do. The way they caressed your body, held you, choked you, and fucked your pussy. Snapping back into reality you carried on with making yourself an omelette.

Once your omelette was done, you decided to pop a squat next to Zion but instead he just yelled at you to get out of his way. Usually, he was like this when playing video games. Too in depth with the screen rather than his girlfriend. Sitting next to him, you studied his face. His side profile was so gorgeous especially in the morning when the light shone through and you saw that perfect jawlines, the sexy slight stubble, and his plump lips. It was all too much for you to take in. Feeling yourself get aroused, you quickly shifted on the couch.

“Hey, baby. I was wondering if you wanted to do something fun right now,” you yearned towards him. Still not focusing on you, he threw his hands up in the air in response to getting killed in the game. Getting a little aggravated at the lack of attention, you decided to get his attention the only way you could. You got off the couch and hustled to the kitchen. You set your omelette on the kitchen counter and went to work the best way you knew how.

"Hey, babe," you said as you sat next to him on the couch. He nodded at you but clearly not invested in what you were doing and saying. Scooting closer to him, you nestled your head into his neck. Pressing small kisses to his neck, he nudged you away.

"Not now, Y/N," Zion scolded. Huffing, you stood up from the couch. Lifting your shirt over your head, you threw it to the side of the couch. Zion still wasn’t looking, as you pulled off your pants and panties. It was a little upsetting that no matter how dramatic you were about getting undressed, he paid no attention in this moment. But in any other moment, he’d be itching to get you out of your clothes.

Already dressed in your red lacy matching set, you continued with trying to get his attention. He still didn’t look your way. Deciding to take matters into your own hands literally, you grabbed the back of his neck and straddled his thigh which gave yourself leverage. Sadly, he didn’t even budge.

“You are the sexiest man, I’ve ever seen. Fuck your Fortnite and fuck me instead,” you whispered seductively into his ear. Chills ran up and down his spine. His adams apple bobbed as you let out a low and deep laugh, knowing you may have reeled him in. Pressing hot and wet kisses to his neck, he let out a shaky sigh. Grasping on to his neck, you started to ride his thigh. Moving your hips in a circle, he threw his head back. Throwing your head back, you let out a high pitched moan.

“Babe, how are you so wet? I haven’t even touched you?” Zion was wearing boxers so he could feel your wetness on his thigh. Sliding your panties down to your knees, he placed his hand right in between his thigh and your clit. Starting to rub harshly, you dug your fingernails into his neck and sunk your jaw into his shoulders. “You like it when I rub your pussy? You like being a needy girl?” he said sternly. Suddenly, you felt him smack your ass and the tingly sensation only edged you farther. “Answer me, Y/N.” Squealing out a ‘yes,’ he smirked and had the biggest grin on his face. He was the one making you feel so good, involuntary or not.

Finally, he put his game on pause and put the controller and headset aside onto the coffee table. Reaching around your back, he fidgeted with clasps of your bra. After three failed attempts, he unclasped your bra and his eyes went wide. He hadn’t seen your breasts in a long time. Truth be told, that was his favorite body part of yours. Still riding his thigh, he took your right nipple into his mouth and kneaded your left breast. Then he switched to give each breast the same attention. Closing your eyes, you felt pure ecstasy. This was all you wanted, some full blown attention.

He placed his hands on your hips to guide you. Letting out a moan, you could feel his hand moving dangerously close to your pussy again. You started changing your motions to moving back and forth. He started attacking your neck with harsh kisses that were sure to leave marks tomorrow. His hand started rubbing your clit feverishly and you let out a squeal at the immense pleasure you were feeling again. Burying his face in between your breasts, you let out a cross between a giggle and a moan. He licked up your cleavage, to the side of your neck and pressed a kiss onto your lips. Feeling a tightness of your walls, you gripped on to Zion’s neck. Throwing your head back, you felt the familiar knot in your stomach build up.

“Zion,” you moaned loudly as you released on his thigh. Lifting yourself off his thigh. You fell back on the other end of the couch. Panting, you looked at him in awe. Zion looked hungrily at you and then your eye caught onto something. He smirked and grabbed your hand, placing it on his cock.

“Now, you have to fix my problem babe,” he laughed. Standing up, he quickly threw off his shirt and pulled down his boxers. You moved in closer to him and bit your lip once you saw his hard length resting on his stomach. Taking your hand, he placed it on his hard dick. He wrapped your fingers along his long length and showed you how to stroke, just the way he wanted you to. You increased the pace, moving your hand faster and harder. He responded by muttering “fuck” and closing his eyes in enjoyment. You kept stroking fast and hard with your hand, leaning up to kiss him.

“Suck it please,” he whispered. Taking a deep breath, you leaned down and slowly took all of him in your mouth. He thrusted his hips up and down to get your mouth moving and you followed his lead, sucking his dick faster. Zion moaned in response, muttering “fuck” and “don’t stop” every so often. You teased your tongue along the tip of his cock, sucking the tip and using your hand to pump his shaft up and down. “Y/N, stop. I wanna cum inside your pretty little pussy,” he pleaded.

Laying your back on the couch with bent knees, he crawled over to you. Suddenly, you were positioned under him. Hovering over you, he placed his tip near your entrance. Pushing his lips onto yours, he slowly thrusted in but not all the way. He gave you about thirty seconds to adjust to his dick. His big frame hung over you but you couldn’t help to admire his features in this moment. His eyes dark and full of lust and his biceps that had his muscles bulging. He was just so fucking beautiful and you couldn’t believe he was yours and you were his.

Slowly entering you, he threw his head back at the feeling of your tight pussy around his dick. Putting your hand at the nape of his neck, you pulled him in to kiss you. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you felt him even go deeper which gave more pleasure to the both of you. Burying his head in the crook of your neck, he let out a groan. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach again, you arched your back and shuddered as your orgasm had hit you.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. He quickly removed his cock out of you and pumped it hovering over your tits. All of sudden, little spurts of cum were spurting out and soon covered your tits and stomach. You wiped up some of his cum and tasted it for yourself which edged him off even more to finish.

After he finished, you both were sprawled out on the couch, entangled in each others bodies. “Okay so like what’s up with that wanting to cum in my pussy and then not? I was pretty much caught off guard when I almost got cum in my eye,” you laughed.

“In the moment, I thought of the phrase ‘Don’t be silly, wrap your willy.’ So that’s when I remember I didn’t have a wrapped willy and we can’t have little Zion’s and Y/N’s running around,” he hysterically cracked up.

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Title: Late (18)

T’Challa X Black Reader

Chapter Warning: Cursing, plot,

Word Count: 3892K

Note: Treat time!!!!! 2 more chapters left y’all. Oh man, I’m excited. Are you guys excited or feeling sad it’s almost over? Thank you guys so much for reading. 

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“Is this correct?” You asked Captain Rogers as he sat across from you in your office.

“Yes, it is correct. Tony used satellites to track the actions and this is everything that transpired. Steve assured.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. You rewound the video yet again and focused on the scene unfolding. Captain Rogers walked around to stand beside your chair and watched with you.

“I’m sorry we just looked at these since the events in Vienna things have been quite a mess.” Steve apologized. You knew the accords that made superheroes practically illegal unless they registered caused a lot of strife not only across the world but within the Avengers.

“I can understand.” You brought your attention to the part of the video that interested you more. There plain as day you saw her. Nakia.

“Isn’t that King T’Challa’s fiancé?” Steve asked. You clenched your jaw at the mention of T’Challa’s name and reference of a fiancé.

“Yes.” You confirmed. You and Steve watched her suspicious actions, she was across the street at the top of the building looking on through binoculars. Another approached her and joined in watching, another she recognized, W’Kabi. You zoomed in on the surveillance video already knowing how the events turned out inside the building.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. Nakia looked to W’Kabi and nodded. He took out a radio and spoke. You wished you could hear the words he said but almost instantly the building across from them exploded. You slapped your hand to your mouth as tears sprang to your eyes.

“Oh my god.” You watched the building shatter knowing T’Chaka was inside. You watched a smile spread across Nakia’s and W’Kabi’s faces before they turned to get off the roof.

“So it really was not Mr. Barnes!” You shouted out.

“No.” Steve answered.

“Oh my god, it was her, it was Nakia.” You sprang to your feet and began pacing your office pondering everything you’d just seen. Trying to make sense of it, trying to piece the little pieces together.

“Why? Why would she do this? Why would she want T’Chaka dead?” You asked yourself. Steve watched you.

“Maybe he wronged her?” He suggested.

“No, I’ve heard nothing of that. He loved her like a daughter, treated her like a jewel of Wakanda, his words not mine.” You informed.

“Why would she do this?” You wracked your brain trying to figure it out.

“Maybe he was in the way.” Steve stated. You stopped in your tracks thinking. You gasped several moments later.

“Steve. Yes. T’Chaka stood in the way of the marriage from happening. He was holding everything back. T’Challa told me this, he said his father saw the error of securing a marriage pact between him and the river tribe, he said he was holding the event from happening.” You informed.

“So if the king was holding back the ceremony then that would be a reason to kill him.”

“Oh my god, Nakia killed King T’Chaka, T’Challa’s father so the marriage could happen.” You pieced together.

“And that marriage is taking place in 3 days now.” Steve informed. Your head snapped to him.

“What!?”

“Yes, I received the royal invitation 2 weeks ago, we all did. You didn’t?” He asked. You clenched your jaw.

“I know you no longer work in Wakanda I thought that was a mutual decision being that you are still working at the embassy.” He assumed.

“I did not get an invitation.” You dryly responded turning your back. Everything spun in your head, everything you’d just uncovered. He doesn’t know you pieced together.

“He doesn’t know!”

“Of course he doesn’t, no man would marry the one responsible for the death of their father and I know T’Challa.” Steve confirmed. You went to press the kimoyo beads on your wrist only to remember they were taken from you before the jet left to return back to Wakanda 4 weeks ago.

“Shit!” You rushed to your computer and began to draft an email before pausing.

“This isn’t the kind of thing you send through email is it?”

“Not at all. This sort of thing has to be delivered in person, along with the evidence.” He informed.

You froze. That meant going back to Wakanda. Back to the palace where your life was in danger. It meant giving your assassin another chance to finish the job. Was that something you could do? By no means were you a punk but you also were not stupid. You were too smart for your own good. What were the chances you could sneak into Wakanda reminiscing to stealthy American spy and talk to T’Challa to show him the evidence. Surly being convicted of killing the prior king was enough to break a marriage pact. It was treason after all, and treason no matter where was punishable by imprisionment at least. Still you were frozen.

“You hesitate. Why?” Steve inquired. You shook your head and looked down.

“I have no means of contact with Wakanda.” You informed.

“I do.” Steve offered. You looked back over your shoulder to him.

“We have been trying to convince T’Challa of the importance of his joining the avengers especially with him wanting to open Wakanda to the world.” Steve explained.

“The Avengers? Sounds like something right up his alley, he always wanted to help others.” You said and smiled fondly remembering your many conversations of how he would separate his rule from that of T’Chaka. You looked back to the computer screen at the blank email.

“You have to do the right thing Y/N. T’Chaka’s deserves his murderer to be brought to justice.” Steve implored, working at your soft heart.

He knew you were softhearted. You’d been friends for almost 3 years now and he admired your admirable career path and when you first met him as Steve he told you many times. When you found out he was Captain America your head almost fell off your shoulders but the more you thought about it, you got it. Like T’Challa he was honorable to a fault.

“Damn it Steve.” You whispered. He touched your shoulder gently.

“If you need backup I’m sure we can all pitch in. I know Tony has been dying to prove he can break into the impenetrable country of Wakanda.” Steve teased.

You snorted laughed. Your first one in weeks. You knew Tony would do it and you knew it would annoy the hell out of T’Challa especially if you brought Sam. After a sly comment Sam made about T’Challa liking cats T’Challa hated him with a passion. After the two of you stilled from the laughter you sighed knowing you had to, death and dismemberment be damned.

“The things you do for love.” Steve said. You spun around to look at him again and he gave you an all knowing look. You scoffed, of course he’d pieced it together.

“Y/N, you’re not as slick as you think and he definitely isn’t as stealthy as a panther when it comes to his feelings.” Steve said.

You shook your head and paused hearing his statement echo in your head. You thought back to the attempts on your life. They all began once Nakia returned.

“Say that again Steve.”

“What? That it was obvious he was in love with you and that you were equally as in love?” He asked. Realization hit you like a ton of bricks, or like the oversized rhinos of the border tribe.

“Oh my god.” You whispered.

“What?”

“It was her.”

“Her? Who?” Steve asked filled with confusion.

“It was her, Nakia.” You filled in.

“Yes we just watched…

“No, no, Steve it was her who tried to kill me!” You shouted.

“What? She tried to kill you?”

“Yes, several times I believe. It was her! She killed T’Chaka to get him out the way and seeing that T’Challa loved me as clear as day as you say she saw it as a threat so she had to get rid of me too because T’Challa…

“Would never want her uncontested unless you were dead to pose no threat or competition.” Steve filled in. You spun around to face him eyes wide, meeting his equally wide baby blues.

“It makes sense.” Steve backed. You immediately felt rage fill you, you felt as if you could kill a mountain lion, or better yet a bitch war dog.

“Who is your contact in Wakanda Steve?” You said through gritted teeth.

“Besides T’Challa, Okoye.”

You looked like death as you rose again from your seat.

“I will tear the bitch apart!”

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The echoing he heard was muffled the voices sounded like they were far away. Or was he the one that as far away.

“T’Challa.”

He opened his eyes and looked around, he was in the ancestral plane. The beautiful aurora borealis lights in the sky was obvious. He spun around feeling he was not alone. He came face to face with his father. They stood there taking the other in.

“Baba!” He hurried to him and embraced him. T’Chaka patted his back lovingly.

“My son.” T’Challa closed his eyes feeling the joy run through him. Oh how he missed his father. Missed his knowledge and guidance.

“I miss you baba.” He admitted.

“I know my son. What are you doing?” He asked. Pulling away T’Challa looked upon his face trying to grasp his meaning.

“You miss me so much you would take your own life?” T’Chaka asked. T’Challa looked down.

“You look down to no one. Answer me.” T’Challa raised his head and looked at his father face to face with his disappointed face.

“Father I-“ He began.

“I do not want your apologies. I want your responsibility T’Challa.” T’Challa swallowed harshly. He remembered as a child when he got in trouble his father never wanted an apology instead he wanted him to take responsibility for his actions and the actions leading up to it, then he wanted correction.

“I am lost.” He admitted out loud. T’Chaka’s expression softened as he nodded.

“I have lost my way.” 

“Every man loses his way, every King loses his way my son. What you are doing is not the answer.” T’Challa nodded looking off to the distance. He knew it was not the answer.

“I know.” 

“Your balance, your center is gone. I see it, you are hollow. Who knew Y/N held so much importance.” He teased. T’Challa looked at him shocked.

“Oh T’Challa you were horrible at covering it up. You’ve always been horrible at hiding anything from your mother or I. We saw it plain as day.” T’Chaka explained chuckling. T’Challa smiled to himself before the same smile disappeared.

“She’s gone.”

“Yes.”

“She was my center, my balance. I didn’t know it before, I know it now.” T’Challa admitted. 

“At least you know it now. Now you know what it feels like to have your center and to be without it. Now you will fight to ensure you never loose it again.”

“Father, I have already lost her. She is gone. Gone back to America. She is lost to me. My duty is here.”

“Your duty is here correct, the panther’s duty is here, you though T’Challa, your duty is to your heart. You are man and panther, selfless to a fault and just as selfish. That which centers you, aids with the balance of the two.” He explained. T’Challa stood perfectly still grasping his meaning. He sighed out.

“How can a King follow his heart while doing his duty at the same time father?  T’Chaka smiled and touched T’Challa cheek patting it.

“That is the trick you must figure out my son. It is the same thing I had to figure out, the same every king and panther must figure our for themselves.” T’Chaka smiled warmly.

“I do not want to make the wrong decision, I do not want to bring dishonor to your name father, or the country.” T’Challa admitted. 

“My name is cemented in history T’Challa. My time has come and gone. It is your time now. Your name, your history you are making. Your decisions, your country. It is yours. Yes every man wants to be a good King, but remember-“

“It is hard for a good man to be a good king and a good king to be a good man.” T’Challa filled in. T’Chaka nodded.

“I want to be both, I want to be a good king and a good man.” T’Chaka smiled widely.

“So I guess you now know the impact you want to leave on history. All you have to do is make your decisions with that in mind. What centers you my son?” 

T’Challa took a deep breath in and thought of you. 

“She does.”

“More importantly, your love for her. Love is your center T’Challa, she is your anchor to that love which makes her the center of you. All you do is make every decision as king and as a man through love. Not through despair or anger or even duty and honor.” T’Chaka drilled home. 

T’Challa grasped his meaning. “You will be fine my son.” T’Chaka said before he turned away from him and walked away back to the tree in the distance that housed the other panthers. 

“I fear I am not ready.” T’Challa voiced.

“You are, I’ve seen it for a while, all that is left is for you to see it. Remember T’Challa fight for what you love, your heart, your panther’s heart is a strong one. Do not fight it. Allow it to merge with yours.” T’Chaka’s voice was becoming more and more distant. He turned around finally at the tree is eyes glowed yellow, the eyes of his panther.

“T’Challa, do not come back here, it is not your time!” 

Just like that he morphed into a panther and in the same breath he began to ran toward T’Challa. T’Challa watched in amazement. His father’s panther did not stop only inched closer faster. He watched it leap into the air toward him.

“Go!” The deformed voice of an animal and man shouted before the panther landed on top of him. 

T’Challa gasped loudly leaping up.

“T’Challa!” He looked around from side to side becoming aware he was in the medical wing of the palace and not the ancestral plane. 

“It is all right, it’s okay.” Ramonda assured shaking him out of the haze. He looked at her. She saw the yellow glow of the panther’s eyes. She was familiar with this and showed no fear. 

“You are okay, you are T’Challa. Say it, tell me who you are.” She coaxed. T’Challa raised his mouth in a snarl and felt the animalistic urges course through him. 

“Tell me who you are!” Ramonda shouted again. T’Challa gripped the bed and squeezed breaking the strong material as if it was nothing more than cracker. He closed his eyes hearing the echoing voice of his father.

“Do not fight it. Allow it to merge with yours.”

T’Challa shouted out, the loudness of the shout echoed off the walls shaking them. Ramonda squeezed his upper arms more forcefully trying to do for him what she’d done for T’Chaka time and time again. Ramonda knew she would not be as successful as you would be but she had to try. The Dora Milaje rushed in ready to assist with Shuri hot on their heels.

“Mother!” She shouted.

“It’s all right!” Ramonda shouted trying to calm them.

“T’Challa!” She shouted again. He stopped shouting giving everyone some relief until they saw the eyes of the panther.

“Kumkani!” Okoye began. He zeroed in on her and flared his nose raising his mouth again in a snarl.

“Brother, snap out of it!” Shuri shouted.

“Tell me who you are T’Challa!” Ramonda shouted. 

He looked back to her and his head and heart filled with immense pain. Pain he’d never felt before. He shouted again before dropping back onto the hospital bed. His body began seizing. Everyone n the room leapt into action fighting to hold him down. He was strong, too strong. 

“T’Challa!” he shouted.

“again, Tell me who you are!”

“King T’Challa!” He shouted again before the seizing stopped. Everyone panted for air. He opened his eyes and everyone was relieved to see his deep brown eyes. Ramonda audibly gasped out dripping her head to his chest.

“Oh bast thank you.” She exclaimed. T’Challa looked around at everyone he loved, the only person missing was you. He was overcome with the sudden urge to fight. 

“Fight for what you love.” 

His fathers words echoed in him. He would fight. 

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“Really, the dude who dresses up as a cat? You’ve got to be kidding me Y/N.” Sam pressed as you were seated on the quinjet next to him and around those who’d signed up to help sneak you into Wakanda undetected.  You pressed your lips together but didn’t answer.

“Man, what the hell is going on? Even he’s getting play?” Sam continued, Steve and Tony laughed at him. 

“What does he have that I don’t?” Sam asked.

“Well a  whole country for starters.” Tony stated.

“I cool suit.” Steve added.

“I have wings, I can fly.” Sam pointed out.

“He also has more money than either of us have combined.” Tony added. You pinched you lips again.

“So that’s what it takes Y/N, a country, a cool suit and money? For some reason I though you had more substance.” Everyone said oh at Sam’s dig.

“Well Sam, he does have all of that but what he really has that you don’t is a really, really big…” You began, Sam’s eyes widened as well as everyone else on the jet.

“And sexy…dip.” You finished. 

Everyone laughed loudly. Sam looked relieved.

“He does, have you seen the man walk, it’s a thing of art.” You added. 

“Man, I was straight ready to jump out this jet without these wings shouting lord take me now.” 

We laughed some more as the quinjet made it’s breech into Wakanda behind the shields. The sun was setting and you sighed looking out the window at your home. 

“Wow, is it always this beautiful?” Sam asked. You nodded while smiling.

“Always.” You confirmed. Sam watched the animals frolic across the field and the beautiful waterfalls and he smiled. 

“I guess if I have to loose you to anyone, I’d be okay if it were him.” Same said. You looked at him quizzically.

“Loose me? Sam we never had a relationship.”

“In my head we sure did and we had one hell of a run. Hope you don’t mind I’m going to tell everyone I ended things.” He said before walking away. You scoffed and shook your head. 

The jet did not go into the hanger-bay instead it went around the mountain to the cliff where the best sunset could be seen. The walls of the mountain opened as if on queue. The jet hovered before descending inside the mountain on the landing strip. Once the engines died down and the doors to the jet opened you saw Ayo, Okoye, E’KeNe, D’GaBo standing there with their spears with stoic looks on their faces. Once they realized it was you their faces immediately broke out into broad smiles.  

“Y/N!” Okoye breathed out.

“Y/N” Shuri shouted before running toward you. You smiled as well and rushed out to greet her. She threw her arms around you and hugged you forcefully.

“Hello Shuri.” The Dora milaje warriors joined in on the embrace completely breaking protocol and character, none of them cared. Steve, Tony and Sam stood back and watched the tender reunion. 

“What are you doing here?” Shuri asked.

“We expected Captain Rogers.” Okoye filled in.

“Steve helped me put this all into motion. It had to be in secrecy.” You explained.

“It’s not safe here.” Ayo filled in.

“I know, but I have news and I had to come. They came with me to ensure my safety.”

“What news?” Ramonda asked as she approached the group. 

“Queen mother.” You said saluting her. She walked straight to you and pulled you into her arms. You smiled.

“Welcome home my child.” You nodded.

“There is much to discuss.” You said.

“Cloak the jet, and go with D’GaBo and E’KeNe they will ensure you are not spotted.” Okoye ordered to half of the Avengers. 

They nodded and followed. You walked with Shuri and Ramonda toward a door you’d never used.

“These are my tunnels. Only I know about them and only I know how to maneuver them.” Shuri said with a smile. You smiled back and hugged her again.

“I’ve missed you Shuri.” She smiled and led the way through the hidden tunnels. 

Every turn that was made was quickly rearranged as the corridors changed their direction similar to the tracks of a railroad. After nearly 10 minutes Shuri peeked her head out looking from side to side. Once she saw no one she signaled it was safe. You stepped out behind her and her mother and scurried toward a separate door. The three of you hurried inside ensuring to lock the door behind you. Once safely inside you hugged them both again. 

“What was so important that you risked your life coming back?” Ramonda inquired.

“There is something I need you to watch.” You responded with a solemn expression. 

You dug inside your pocket and took out the thumb drive. Walking to the computer you loaded the thumb drive and prepared the video. You glanced back to the two women who’s world was going to be shattered. You sighed and pressed play on the video. You stepped back allowing them full view of the events that transpired in Vienna. 

You watched their expressions and saw the moment Ramonda spotted the bitch. Shuri took her in a few moments after. She lunged to the computer and typed in some codes within moments the video was now playing on Shuri’s kimoyo beads projection in life-size imagery. Both their eyes were glued to the video. 

“Is that-“ Shuri began before she angled the video for a better view. 

The new angle provided irrefutable evidence that it was Nakia and W’Kabi in that building. You watched them further already knowing the contents of the video by heart. When the building began to explode Ramonda released an audible, gut wrenching gasp. The gasp of shock and utter pain watching her husband, the man she loved being killed. 

“Baba.” Shuri whispered as tears welled in her eyes. 

Ramonda began to cry which prompted Shuri’s tears to flow freely. As the video ended with Nakia and W’Kabi’s departure the two women embraced and cried together. Your heart broke for them. It was one thing for you to see it, you loved King T’Chaka as a great ruler and man but he was not your father, or your husband.

“Mother.” Shuri gasped. Ramonda wiped her tears as she tried to comfort Shuri.

“How did you get this?” Ramonda asked.

“Steve provided it to me, after reviewing the eyewitness reports and trying to piece together what went wrong in preparation for the upcoming accords I decided to go back and this is what I found.” You explained.

“What were they doing there?” Shuri asked. You looked down not wanting to be the one to say it.

“Signing their death warrant.” Ramonda informed with an angry, sinister look etched on her face. To Be Continued…..

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