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lovemybluebully · 3 months ago

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Holy shit! What the fuck is going on???!!! I finished a fic!!!! 😱🥰 So proud of myself right now.

Get your special sock out, nerds. It's gonna get good. 🤣

Logan has become downcast about the prospect of moving into a new apartment. Wade offers a foot massage to help him destress and.....You already know where this is going. 🤣

FYI! So yeah this fic is all foot tickles so if you're one of those people who detests feet then you may not want to read this. It is all SFW fluff kinda tickles though.

I skimmed through it as a quick edit so there may be some small fuck-ups, but I'll recheck it later and try to fix anything. Please enjoy!!

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

Word Count: 5,670 (That's a lot of words! 😳 You'll be here for a minute. lol)

It had been a few months now since Wade had returned triumphant to restore his timeline's integrity. No one really knew what to think when he introduced his newfound roommate to all of his loved ones, but with Wade being the happiest they had seen him in a long time they realized this Wolverine was responsible for that and were quick to accept him.

The adjustment period with Logan getting used to routine and having a place to return to every day went surprisingly well, and he found that he got along great with Althea. They bonded over ganging up to shit-talk Wade whenever he would get overbearingly obnoxious, but Wade simply revelled in it all. Hardly anything seemed to truly bother him these days.

Because with Wolverine at his side Wade now had some clout and was back to doing some mercenary for hire jobs, which more than covered the full rent of his apartment, bringing much relief to Althea to not have to worry about that anymore.

Logan solely had been offered some side work from Shield, but he insisted that he and Wade were a team and the only way they were getting him would be if they accepted Wade as well. They of course agreed to his terms and Wade was beyond grateful that not only was he now officially part of a team, but that Logan had stood up for him.

With their new jobs they were easily able to afford a much larger apartment as Wade excitedly broke the news to Althea that he and Logan would be moving out, though they still planned to pay her rent for her. He thought the woman would be ecstatic to finally have a place all to herself again without having to put up with his constant bullshit, but a wave of sadness seemed to wash over her instead.

The two men picked up on it instantly and after exchanging a glance with each other it didn't even require any further discussion. Blind Al was coming with them. They set upon getting her settled in first and made all the required trips back and forth between the apartments to move in all her possessions and made sure that she had everything she needed.

Logan stayed behind to box up the rest of their things while Wade dropped Althea and Mary Puppins off at the new apartment and the merc was happy to see how excited Althea was about all the extra space and no longer having to share a room with Wade.

Upon returning to help Logan, Wade found that he had already gotten everything that was remaining by the front door and ready to be moved. Really the only thing left in the apartment was their old couch that they were leaving behind, though this is where he currently found Logan laying and staring up at the ceiling in dull silence.

"Time's a wasting, pal. Get that sexy ass moving and let's haul the rest of this crap over to the new place," he called as he started to pick up one of the boxes before noticing that Logan hadn't moved or responded. Setting it back onto the floor he walked over to stand over the other man and look down at him, snapping his fingers in his face.

"Helloooo? Are you alive in there? Blink twice if you're not being mind controlled and held against your will."

Logan didn't blink. He hadn't this whole time. His eyes just seemed to be staring straight through Wade with a sadness hidden in the back of them, but he did give a soft sigh of a response.

"Yeah, I hear ya, bub."

Over time Wade had become better at figuring out when situations needed a more serious approach so he backed off on making another joke.

"What's the matter, Log? Aren't you anxious to get to the new apartment?"

"Sure," he said with no real emotion; his vague answers not revealing anything to Wade and making him determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Okay, what in the actual fuck is going on here? It's all we've been talking about for weeks. Explain the sudden melancholy," Wade allowed him a few moments, but when Logan didn't reply he narrowed his eyes at him, "Talk, or I'll make you talk."

He then gave a warning poke to Logan's ribs as the older man jumped and seemed to come out of his trance while his eyes finally blinked to focus on a concerned Wade. Groaning, he rubbed a hand over his listless face.

"Fuck. I don't know, I guess.......I guess I just realized that I'm gonna miss this place. A lot. Yeah, it's kind of a shit hole, but it's the first spot that I've been able to call home in a really....really long time. A place I actually belonged."

Wade's demeanor softened immediately once the truth had been revealed. Even though Logan had never said it outright Wade knew he had been grateful for the invite to live together. He just didn't realize exactly how much it all had meant to him.

"Hey hey cheer up," Wade placed a hand on his shoulder to give a gentle squeeze, "We're moving onto bigger and better things, my stab-happy friend. Now's not the time to be down when we should be celebrating."

Logan let out another unenthusiastic exhale, sitting himself up.

"I know it. Sorry, it just isn't sitting well with my head. Everything about this apartment holds a place in my memory, and this couch.....I've spent a lot of time on this couch. It ain't the most comfortable, but it gave me a place of my own where I could sleep in peace," he rubbed his hand over the couch arm fondly.

"You're going to have your own bed now, buddy. A real one. Not this piece of shit pull-out," Wade kicked the couch but immediately regretted it when he saw the frown of offense on Logan's face, "Sorry. I'm just saying we don't have to settle for mediocrity anymore. And hey, it's not the end of the world. Our new place is going to be just as good. Better even, and the most important thing is that we're all still together."

"You're right, and half of me is looking forward to it. Just the other half of me doesn't want to let go so easily. It's one of those bittersweet kinda things. I appreciate what this apartment has done for me.....what you've done for me, even though I know I don't make it easy sometimes."

"You're right on that one, buddy. But that's okay, you know I like it when you make it hard," Wade took a try at making a twisted innuendo, feeling hopeful when Logan huffed out a barely noticeable snort through his nostrils and shook his head.

"I don't know where I'm going with all this. Just ignore me. Stupid thoughts in my head. But I would like to just sit here a little longer though, if that's alright with you."

"Of course it is. We got 'til the end of the day on the lease so technically it's still ours until then," Wade replied as Logan gave a short nod and lowered his eyes, making Wade tilt his head in concern for his friend, "You sure there's nothing I can do in the meantime to cheer you up?"

"Ya don't have to waste that kinda effort on me, Wade. But maybe....if ya don't mind that is....you can stay here with me. Kinda eerie bein' in this place without ya and not hearing your obnoxious loud mouth every five seconds," the corner of Logan's mouth ticked up into the smallest of smiles, making Wade's heart flutter in joy.

"I knew deep down under all the insufferable machismo that you love me. I'll be writing a long, self-gratuitous entry about that in my diary later tonight. Only my version is going to be a lot more risqué," Wade added, trying to get another reaction out of him as Logan just rolled his eyes.

"Just keep it to yourself, moron. Ugh, too bad we already moved out all the alcohol. I could really use a drink to clear my head," he lifted a big hand as his fingers massaged the temples on the sides of his forehead.

Wade's face twisted in thought as he looked for something helpful around the empty apartment that he could use to lighten his friend's mood. But they had done a pretty thorough job cleaning up the place so Wade could get the deposit back, making him come up empty.

Still Logan had only wanted for Wade to stay there with him so he figured he might as well make himself comfortable. As he looked towards the end of the couch to find a seat, he quickly took notice that Logan was barefoot, which was not an uncommon sight these days.

Once he'd originally made himself at home in the apartment, Logan had begun ditching his footwear every day as soon as he'd enter the abode. He preferred the feeling of being free of constricting shoes and with his heightened senses he enjoyed the sensory feedback he received by having such close contact to the ground.

Even though it left him vulnerable to Wade's irresistible urges to go after his feet, which the hyperactive man had delightedly found to be devastatingly ticklish, he still felt it was worth the risk to truly feel content in his own skin. He always had to be on his guard though.

Wade now smiled widely as he came up with the perfect solution that was guaranteed to get the both of them into better spirits.

"What are you doing, Wade?" Logan inquired suspiciously as the merc picked up his long legs, sitting down on the couch before lowering them back down to end up with Logan's feet on his lap. He then smiled innocently at the perplexed man.

"You need to unwind a little, Peanut, and Dr. Wade is here to prescribe the remedy.....One soothing, with totally no underlying motives, foot massage coming up!"

Logan's body noticeably stiffened up at the thought of his feet being touched, an uneasy growl rising up in the back of his throat.

"Have you seriously not learned from the hundreds of times I've kicked you? I'm way too ticklish for you to be doing that," he started to pull his feet back, but Wade grabbed onto his ankles.

"Oh, don't be silly. You're not that ticklish," he yanked the feet back with little resistance while Logan quirked an eyebrow.

"Tell that to your nasal septum that I caved in last week."

"And my nose has never looked better! Look sort of like a young Marlon Brando, wouldn't you say?" Wade chuckled as he turned his head to give a side profile while Logan frowned skeptically, "Come on, just let me try. Just take a deep breath and relax and it will be no problem. Trust me, it'll make you feel a lot better."

Logan sighed, running his hands over his face and then back through his hair as he considered the proposal. He knew whenever Wade was dead set on something it was nearly impossible to talk him out of it so most of the time he wouldn't even waste his breath. And hell, maybe this really would help him feel better.

"Just don't say I didn't warn ya. Absolutely no promises that I won't end up kicking your fucking teeth into your skull. Especially if ya tickle me on purpose."

Wade delivered a goofy salute and scooted around into a better angle to deliver attention to the feet on his thighs.

"I hear you loud and clear, and I sign the waiver releasing you from all responsibility to any injuries I may sustain in the process. I'm not going to try to tickle you though so just get that thought out of your head, okay? Gonna start off super slow here."

First Wade wrapped a hand around each foot and just held them there, not moving and attempting to get Logan used to the physical contact. Though as soon as the hands were placed on his feet Logan's muscles immediately tensed again.

He tried to do as Wade instructed and will his body to calm itself as he took some deep inhales and exhales and tried to force the muscles in his legs to loosen up.

"You doing alright there, buddy?"

"I'm....I don't know yet. Just get on with it. The anticipation is killing me the most here," Logan shook his head, trying to put his mind outside of his body and not focus on the touching too much. For a man with heightened senses though that was easier said than done.

"Hmm eager, are we? I would be too if I were in your place. My fingers are positively magic. Sorry I don't have any of my massage oils here though," Wade's fingers gently moved around and started slowly kneading at the balls of his feet as Logan breathed deeply and clenched his jaw to keep a straight face.

"It's fine. Would probably make it worse, honestly."

"You're so dramatic. But so far so good, right? How about this....?" He held both sides of one foot and firmly pulled the flesh out in opposite directions repeatedly before doing the same to the other foot.

He hadn't heard a peep from the other man and looked over to see a grin had fought its way onto his face while he had also closed his eyes in an attempt to focus on something else.

"Remember to breath, big guy. Isn't this nice?" He then cradled the top of Logan's right foot with one hand and begin rubbing his thumb in small circles into the arch, prompting the foot to instantly be yanked from his grasp along with a loud snort from the Wolverine.

Logan shook off the shiver that had just shot up his spine and looked up to find Wade smiling at him in amusement before beckoning forward with his hand.

"Don't fuckin' give me that look. Ya know I can't help it," the feral mutant muttered sheepishly and offered back his withdrawn foot.

"Aw c'mon, you can't tell me that doesn't feel good at least a little?" Wade smirked and repeated the same technique he had just been doing as Logan forced himself not to pull away this time and instead just let out some of the giggles that he'd been holding back. It actually did feel good in a maddening sort of way.

"Kkkk-Kinda-ehehehehehehee. Buhut it st-still tihihiiickles," his body was squirming now, his feet twitching under Wade's hands as he fought to get control of himself.

"You know being ticklish is more mind over matter. So tell yourself that you aren't ticklish, and you won't be," the merc tried to offer what he thought was some solid advice, but Logan simply scoffed at it

"Bullshit," Logan had a few more giggles slip past his clenched teeth, "Don't thihink I wouldn't have alreheheheady tried thaahaat?"

"It's all about willpower. I'm not saying it's easy, but it's definitely possible. Not that I'd ever want you to stop being one bit less ticklish," Wade now used the tips of his fingers to drag his blunt nails down the lengths of both soles.

"Gaahaah!" Logan had not been expecting the sharper sensations and almost went through the roof as he jerked his feet back with his knees nearly hitting himself in the chest, "Goddammit! You wanna get kicked?! No tickling!"

"I'm not tickling. I'm simply waking up your nerves to increase the effectiveness of the massage. It's a legit method, look it up," Wade gave a smug little smirk at this loophole he'd found while receiving a skeptical glare in return.

"Trust me, they're awake. You can skip that one, alright?"

"No worries Peanut, I gotcha," Wade nodded, sitting up straight and patting his lap before holding his hands out expectedly, "Now if you would, please resume the position."

Logan hesitated with his brow piqued while internally questioning the sincerity of the man before him.

"You gonna be nice?"

Wade mocked a face of offense, placing a hand over his heart.

"Moi? How could you even say that? You know I'm always nice. Now let me finish what I started here. It's not gonna be as good if you don't let me complete the process."

Logan took another moment to consider the situation as he carefully weighed his options. He could decline and go back to sulking while Wade just pesters him the whole time about why he should let him complete the massage, or he could just skip all that hassle and allow Wade to continue now.

Wade smirked in victory as Logan reluctantly returned his feet to his lap and sat back in resignation with his arms crossed over his chest.

"That's a good boy. I'll try something a little different this time. Maybe what you need is a firmer touch," Wade now made a fist and used his knuckles to knead into the balls of his feet with a twisting motion as he went along, using his other hand to hold the feet stable.

He thought it was succeeding in not causing a ticklish sensation, but seconds later Logan's legs tensed up again while he started letting out little growls to conceal the more embarrassing sounds. Wade only laughed softly and shook his head in amusement.

"Serious question, did any of your enemies know you're this ticklish? Not that I can picture you being in a tickle fight with the likes of Sabretooth. Mmm, potential fanfic idea. Gotta remember to jot that one down in my diary."

"Of course they dihihihidn't," a few giggles slipped out as Logan could feel the electricity running up his legs, transforming into his upper body squirming about, "I d-don't advertise it. Hehehe, watch it."

Wade's knuckles were rolling along his arch at this point.

"Well, you certainly dodged a bullet there, compadre. If they all knew how easily you fall apart from being tickled then you'd be the biggest liability ever! Every villain in the MCU would want to get their hands on you to get you spilling all that top-secret information and most well-guarded secrets," he grabbed all the toes on one foot and stretched them back while applying pressure with his thumb underneath the ball of the foot to rub tight circles.

"Th-That's-That's nohot truhue," Logan sputtered in response to the new technique being used, "I wohohohouldn't break. Besides, they prefeheher hehehehe-hurting me and mahahahaking me bleeheeheed."

"Maybe, but they know using pain against you is useless, you little masochist. They need to explore alternative methods. You think I'm bad? Well you haven't seen real tickle torture, my naive honey badger. I'm only capable of getting you in maybe two spots at once. But them? They would tickle you everywhere. All. At. The. Same. Time. Guarantee you'd be a straight goner."

A foot gave him a harsh kick in the ribs.

"Wihihill you shuhuhut up alreheheady?! That ihihisn't hehehelping," Logan snorted and put his hands over his face, giggling behind them as he slumped down on the couch and tried to clear those disturbing images from his head, "You-You almohohost dohohone?!"

Wade chuckled at his success in managing to fluster the complete fuck out of Logan.

"Not quite. This might take a while. We've got a lot of ground to cover here. Hmm, another question. Now I could be wrong, but haven't I seen these puppies in a Tarantino movie?"

"The fuhuhuck are yoohoou tahalkin' about?!" Logan removed his hands from his face to give Wade a disturbed look, his expression making Wade giggle himself.

"Just making idle conversation. Oof. Not only big, but heavy too," he held one foot up under the heel in his palm as he took in the weight before setting it back down to firmly squeeze the heel now, giving Logan a small breather.

"It's the ahaha-adamantium, dumbass. My-heehehehe-whole body is pretty muhuhuch a deadly weapon."

"Is that right? Ah yes, I see it now," Wade smirked as he simultaneously pinched the first and fifth toes and gently tugged on them, watching how his foot immediately cringed and wiggled to escape, "They sure look pretty threatening to me."

"W-Wait! Nohohoo!" Logan snorted and snickered uncontrollably, trying to sink further into the couch cushions with his arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, "Not the dahahahamn tohohohoes!"

His toes flinched away and curled under protectively, but Wade continued pulling them one by one from their hiding spots to stretch them out. It reminded Logan of the times he'd been drunk and the merc decided to be an asshole and tease him by playing 'This Little Piggy' with him.

"No? Oh, but I must. The toes are an important part, and they deserve just as much attention as the rest of the foot, if not more. A lot of tension can be alleviated through them, and you, my fine Wolvie, are very very tense," Wade grinned as he attempted to massage the stem of one stretched out toe, receiving a dirty guffaw as the foot immediately twisted out of his hold.

"GWAHaha! Fuhuck off my toes!"

"Hey, I'm just trying things. But fine, no more toes. I'm absolutely positive that you're really going to love this next one though," he went to his other foot, grasping both sides with his thumbs on the soles and starting at the ball of the foot he squeezed one side at a time back and forth in a see-saw type motion as he worked his way down the foot.

"Sh-Shit! Ahahaheeheehee! No waahaay thahahaaat's a real mahahahaha-massahahahahage tehehechnique!" Logan squeaked out through his laughter that had progressively become impossible to hold back.

"Of course it is. I'm purely a professional and I don't appreciate your ignorant accusations," Wade worked his thumbs more aggressively down the arch, knowing that at this point no matter what he did it was all just relentlessly tickling his friend now.

Logan was practically in a full-blown giggle fit that showed no signs of slowing down, all the while trying his hardest to remain cooperative and allow the unbearable fondling of his ticklish feet.

Wade sighed with a contented smile as he watched his roommate crumble to pieces from what was supposed to be a relaxing massage. At least Logan was undoubtedly no longer thinking about the move from their old apartment, which had been Wade's goal of this whole thing.

His work here was pretty much done, but there was one last thing he needed to do to make it all complete.

"Hehe, alright you win. I guess you really are too ticklish for a foot massage. Spoiler alert, I already knew that. Welp, if you can't beat 'em....," Wade shrugged as he smoothly wrapped up Logan's ankles securely in his arm and started scratching playfully into his soles.

Logan had been trying so so hard just to bear the feelings of the massage that it took his brain a moment to relay that he was genuinely being tickled now. But once it all finally caught up Logan completely let everything go, throwing his head back in a howl of laughter and pulling with all the strength he had to get free.

"Waahahahahahahaa! Ya fuhuhuhucking dihihihick! Fuhuhuhuhuuuuck!!" Logan squirmed back on the couch while tugging ineffectively at his legs trapped in Wade's vice-like grip. He should have known better than to have thought that this whole massage idea wasn't going to end this way.

Actually, he knew damn well. And yet his dumb ass still let it happen.

"We gave it our best shot, Log. I guess foot massages just aren't happening for a guy with your level of sensitivity. Of course, I'd be more than willing to give it another go sometime," Wade teased while his fingers crawled rapidly back and forth across his delicate arches, making the man yelp and struggle more desperately.

"Nnnnever agahahahahain! Let go! Leggoooohohohoohooo! Heheheeheehee! Nohohot thehehehere! I'll-I'll end yohoohoohoohoou!" Logan snorted uncontrollably between hysterical giggles as he found that he felt no malice towards Wade despite how it may have appeared. He practically surrendered himself to his fate and collapsed against the cushions with his head tilted back in mirth.

Wade glanced behind him over his shoulder to see Logan's face and nearly died from how adorable he looked. His eyes were squinted shut with the crow's feet gathered at the outer corners and his nose wrinkled up to match, his lips pulled back into a gaping smile that revealed his enlarged canine teeth, and his cheeks glowing with a crimson blush that stretched up to his ears, down through his neck and to the bit of chest that Wade could see peeking out of his low cut shirt.

If Wade could keep him looking like this forever then he absolutely would. He was literally addicted to the man's laughter and had been over the moon the day he had discovered how ticklish he was. Even though Logan would hurl a slew of threats at him every time he tickled him, he never once followed through with any of it. Which just made it all the more fun for Wade to mercilessly tease him.

"Awww, does wittle Wolvie have ticklish wittle feet? Have I found the mighty Wolverine's Achilles heel?" He emphasized his metaphor by scratching at a particularly sensitive spot he knew of above Logan's heels. Logan instantly arched up off of the couch and tried using one foot to shield the other as Wade just easily switched between tickling whichever foot was exposed.

"Ahahahahaha! Nooo dohohohon't! Fuhuhuhuhuhuck! Waahaahaade stahahahahap! I cahahan't tahahahaaake ihihihit!"

Wade's favorite part. Where Logan's pride and resolve started to fall apart, and the threats begin transitioning into begging.

"Can you imagine what evil out there would pay to know this information? I could retire as the richest mercenary of all time," Wade smirked as he scribbled at his arches again, making Logan wheeze harshly from the intensity of the sensations.

"You'd behehehetter nohohohohot! If-If-hahahahahaa ya knohohohow whahahahat's goohoohoohoood for you!" He struggled to speak clearly as Wade wasn't letting up.

"I'm just teasing, big boy. I'd never let them have the pleasure. You and your ticklish ass are aaaall mine."

"Okaay! Okaaahahahay fihihihine! Aahahahahaahahaa! Stohohohop ticklin' meheheheheh! C-Cahahahaaan't breeheeheeeathe!" Logan pleaded as Wade simply tsked and shook his head. If he could still form coherent-ish words then he could still breathe, meaning he wasn't completely done yet.

But Wade knew it was about time to wrap this up as he prepared the grand finale.

"A little courtesy goes a long way, you know? Now say pleeeeease....," Wade grinned deviously as he went in for the kill. His fingers squirmed up under Logan's toes to dig into the highly ticklish crevices that he knew would drive him insane and Logan more than delivered on his reaction.

"PLEASEPLEASENOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!! PLEEEHEHEEHEEEHAAHAAHAAHAHAHA!!" Logan laughed wildly out of control with his head thrown back and tears creeping from his eyes, clutching at the couch tightly with the strength to rip the cushions clean in half.

Hearing the Wolverine completely lose his shit always gave Wade that little rush of sadistic glee that made him not ever want to stop, but at this point it was bordering on torture now and that was not Wade's intention of this particular session.

"Oh, so he can be polite. Okay okay, since you said please," Wade released his ankles as promised before an evil idea crossed into his mind.

Before either of them knew what he was doing he snatched up one foot and blew a loud raspberry right into the middle of the arch. Logan's mind went completely blank as he had an out-of-body experience and let out an inhuman screech like Wade had never heard him do before.

Though that moment did not last as Logan's other foot immediately slammed hard into Wade's face with a sickening crack to obliterate the cartilage of his nose as Wade let out a scream and dropped the foot to grab onto his face.

"Aaargghh! My nose! My beautiful nose! Dammit! Awww shit, guess it's back to looking like Ryan Reynolds again."

"You.....You fucking....freak....," Logan breathlessly wheezed as he just stared in amazement at the other man, unable to believe that he had taken it that far, "You tryin'....to get killed?"

Wade grabbed firmly onto his nose and pulled it back into position with another loud crack as he yelped in pain.

"I mean did it really call for that harsh of a reaction though? Couldn't have turned the power down just a little on that adamantium stomper?" Wade gestured to the offending foot as Logan caught his breath back.

"Hey asshole, you were warned. Told ya it was dangerous to tickle my feet. You got what ya fuckin' asked for and I'm not one bit sorry," Logan stated firmly as he swung his feet to the floor to sit more naturally on the couch.

"I'll make sure you're sorry later," Wade muttered under his breath, forgetting that Logan was more than capable of clearly hearing below a whisper.

"The fuck does that mean?"

"Aah! That was supposed to be a secret surprise! Damn you and your ears!" Wade reached over and wiggled a finger into Logan's ear as he grunted in annoyance, but still smiled as he shoved him away

"Fuck offa me, Wilson. I've about had my fill of you for one day."

"Really? That's funny because I don't remember being inside of you. But there's still time to change that," Wade grinned as he put his arm around Logan's shoulders, giving him a suggestive squeeze. Logan's brow arched high as he just stared at Wade's stupidly smirking face.

"Save that for your creepy diary of sick fantasies," Logan shook his head as he ended up smiling again before looking around the empty apartment, "Well....that sure as shit wasn't how I expected my last moments in this place to go."

"And you're totally welcome. I know you're feeling a lot better now, right?"

Logan growled gently in response, but in no way could deny it. He fucking hated that Wade was right. It seemed to always take the weight off of his mind every time Wade tickled him to tears, and he appreciated it more than Wade would ever know. Because he would rather die before ever admitting that out loud.

"How about a thank you? A kiss on the lips will also suffice," Wade puckered up his lips as he leaned in, but was immediately pushed away.

"How about I cut those lips off if ya don't get them away from me?"

"Well, you know that's never going to happen. Especially since my lips and your tummy have an intimate date scheduled for later," Wade teased before frowning down at the bloodstain on his shirt that had dripped from his nose earlier.

"Always bleeding everywhere. You should probably start wearin' red more," Logan smirked at it being his turn to pick on the other man.

"Yeah duh, that's why my uniform is red. Didn't realize it was going to be an issue around friends though," Wade narrowed his eyes at him as Logan unapologetically shrugged his wide shoulders.

"In my defense, it wasn't a reaction I could control. Ain't the first time that happened either, so ya knew the risks."

"True. But I'll still whine about it next time too," Wade was back to grinning as Logan groaned at the implication of there being a "next time". They managed to sit in silence for a few moments before Logan sighed and started moving.

"Well....guess it's that time," he then leaned over to grab his boots and socks from beside the couch and begin putting them back on.

"Yup, we had better head out. I promised Al I'd pick up something to eat on the way back. I could really go for some sushi myself. You feeling that?

"Sure Wade. Sounds great," Logan nodded as he finished lacing his boots before standing up and walking to the door with Wade trailing behind him. As they reached the front door Logan turned to him and shook his head in disbelief.

"It's strange, you know. I've always been chased out of literally every place I've tried to settle into the past several years. Now I'm leaving this one on my own accord."

"You're not in that universe anymore, big guy. And as long as I have anything to do with it, you'll always have a home. I give you my word. And don't worry, this new place will feel just like home before you know it," Wade smiled and grabbed some of the moving boxes from beside the front door before promptly dropping them as he was pulled into a tight hug.

After getting over the surprise, Wade carefully returned the embrace as Logan sighed heavily into Wade's shoulder while he clung to him.

"Thanks Wade. For everything. I know I don't tell you enough how much I appreciate you, but just know I truly mean it," his eyes were a little watery when he finally pulled back, turning Wade's heart to mush as he smiled and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"The pleasure is all mine, believe me. I hope you know everything in my life is now better because of you, but if you didn't well there it is. So don't think this is all one-sided. Now are you ready to go home, buddy? Let's go break in that new couch we just bought. Feel free to interpret that however you would like."

That broke the serious look on his face as Logan chuckled with a shake of his head and took one last look at their old couch in the middle of the room before turning back to Wade with an utterly contented smile.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go home, Wade."

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Joel Miller x f!reader: Drunk

Summary: Your boyfriend is being a work obsessed dick so you send him out to get drunk with his brother. Warnings: Alcohol consumption, allusion to smut (i think?), soft!joel, drunk!joel, kind of asshole!joel at the beginning, Please let me know if there is anything that I've forgot to put a warning for. This has not been proof read so any mistakes are completely my fault. Enjoy and don't forget to reblog and like so that the algorithm can do its thing. Words: 1,3k

Joel Miller was an asshole to most people. To his employees, to people he saw on the street, he came across as an asshole but that was simply the charm of him. In reality, he was a polite Texan gentleman who loved his girlfriend and family but just so happened to have a resting bitch face and a natural dickish tone.

To you, Joel Miller was a teddy bear. You made each other breakfast and coffee on a morning, got ready for the day together and once you were both home from work, you relaxed together. But ever since Joel’s construction company had taken off, relaxing evenings turned into you begging Joel to stop looking a blueprints and just pay attention to the movie for once. Instead of both of you destressing, Joel never stopped and you got more worked up trying to get him to relax.

Eventually, you had to bring in reinforcements in the form of Tommy Miller. Tommy had planned a night out for the boys from work and Joel had been invited but had not so politely turned it down with the excuse of not wanting his boys to have to spend their night with him. Contrary to what Joel believed, many of his boys wanted him there. His quick wit and dry humour made him popular amongst his employees as well as the fact that he didn’t take anyone’s shit. If you aren’t doing your job, you faced the consequences but if you did your job well, you would roll in the rewards.

��I’m not going.” Joel grunted as he sat back down at the kitchen table, documents piling high and his reading glasses sat beside them.

“Joel Miller I will drag you into your brother’s truck kicking and screaming if I have to.” You threatened and Joel, like a goddamn child, fucking pouted.

“Why? I don’t want to spend my night with them and they don’t-.”

“You’re going. You’re going to get some alcohol into your system, socialise with somebody who isn’t me and I hope to god you come back drunk and without this new workaholic asshole that has sprouted.” You yelled and Joel fell silent, flicking through the pages of his paperwork. “And if you pick up that pen once more, I’ll fucking jam it up your asshole.”

Joel smirked and opened his mouth to come up with some snarky reply but you were quick to cut him off. “And it will be the only form of action you get for a helluva long time.” Your harsh words seemed to put his brain back into gear and he sighed.

“What time’s Tommy getting here?” He asked and you grinned, mood doing a complete 360.

“He’s on his way, you look great.” You smiled brightly, brushing a few of his stray locks back into place and pecking his lips. “Enjoy.” He walked to the door, scowl on his face and Tommy couldn’t hold back his laughter as he pulled up outside his brother’s home.

“I owe your girl $30. Get in, we’re headed straight to the bar.” Tommy cheered as Joel pulled himself into the passenger seat with a low growl, not ready for the night ahead.

Somehow, drunk Joel was so much worse than sober Joel. Instead of making quick remarks at everything anyone said to him, he stared wistfully at his phone screen, head resting on one hand as he stared at the photo of you from a few months ago, his favourite one of you to date. “C’mon big brother, lighten up a little. She’s set some kind of reverse curfew, doesn’t want you back any earlier than 11.” Joel hummed in agreement, now scrolling through his entire camera album dedicated to you.

Once Tommy had managed to get a few more beers in him, he offered him a game of pool and Joel seemed to brighten up a little bit, missing the days when he and Tommy would go to their local bar every night and shoot pool for hours at a time. “I’m pretty sure I beat your ass last time.” Joel teased and Tommy rolled his eyes.

“You got years on me old man.” Tommy snarked back and Joel barked a laugh, racking up the balls while Tommy chalked up the cues.

After a few games with varying opponents and a concoction of different drinks, Joel was ready to go home, Tommy more than happy being the designated driver. “She’ll be proud, it’s almost 12.” He chuckled and Joel shrugged, ready to go home and see his girl.

Climbing out of the truck, he stumbled to the front door, looking for his key before almost falling through the door when it opened. “Goddamn! There’s a fuckin’ angel in my house. Tommy there’s an angel in my house!” You nodded your thanks to Tommy before he drove off and then led your man into the kitchen. “Hi baby.” He drawled and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey handsome. You have fun?” She asked and he shook his head.

“Kicked all their asses.” He slurred, almost falling against the counter as you steadied him.

“Oh yeah?” Joel nodded and you handed him a glass of water watching his face sour.

“No more vodka. Have to go see my girlfriend.” You chuckled and pushed the pill into his hand and nodded.

“Well your girlfriend said this pill is gonna make you feel better and you need to drink water before we go to bed.” Joel thought about it and you knew just what to say to convince him.

“She even said you might get lucky tomorrow if you take the pill.” You hummed and he threw his head back, swallowing the pill and then downing the water, slamming the glass on the side for dramatic effect. “And now you need to brush your teeth because I’m not going to kiss you with the taste of whatever ‘Tommy special’ you’ve been drinking.

“Thought you like my kisses?” He frowned, eyes wide and you smiled.

“I do baby but I’ll probably get drunk from one kiss and we only need one drunk in this house.” You teased, taking his hand and dragging him towards the stairs, doing an awkward shuffle to drag and guide him up each step. Halfway to the bathroom Joel stopped moving and you looked at him with amusement sparkling in your eyes. “Everything ok?”

“No.” Joel grabbed your wrist and stomped over to the bed, flopping on it and pulling you on top of him, quickly flipping your position and resting his head on your chest, looking up at you. “Missed you.” He hummed, reaching up to press a kiss to your chin, leaning up on his elbows and pressing a multitude of extremely delicate kisses across your face. “I like you.”

You staved off a laugh and smiled. “I like you too. Can we go brush our teeth now?” He shook his head, his eyes holding some kind of childish innocence to them as he pecked each area of your face.

“I love you.” He muttered against your nose and you giggled.

“Joel, I can taste the vodka on your breath. Please can we go brush our teeth. We’ll come straight back to bed and we don’t have to leave until tomorrow afternoon.” You tried but he just shook his head.

“Sorry for being an asshole. Shouldn’t be working so much.” He murmured and you smiled.

“It’s been stressful for you but it’s ok. We’ll get through it. Thank you for apologising.” You whispered and he nodded, going back to pressing kissed along your hairline.

“You didn’t say you love me.” He mumbled shyly and you chuckled.

“I love you with every atom in my body, Joel Miller. I love your grumpy looking face and your scary voice and I can’t imagine my life with out you but for the love of us can we please go and brush your teeth. You smell like you brought the entire damn bar home.”

“Fine but only because you love me.”

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hellcatinnc · 2 years ago

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Super Mario Brothers Movie (2023)Review

Includes Spoilers Be Aware!

So first off I usually do more game reviews however I plan to do movie reviews if I feel its worthy enough to but it will always be listed under movie reviews if anyone wants to read back on them where my games will always be under just reviews. That being said on with the review.

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I grew up with Mario games from the Nintendo on out and I still play them to this day. I loved the Super Mario Bros: The Movie that came out in the 90's so wasn't sure how to feel about this one but I can happily say it did not tarnish the live action one I got from the 90's and for that I am grateful because I loved it. If you not seen the one from the 90's try to get a hold of it and watch it for its time it was worth it.

Anyways on to the review of the newest Mario Brothers movie that was animated. So first had some good cast member voices like the funny guy Jack Black as bowser I love that man he makes everything funnier and more fun. Then you got Chris Pratt although I prefer him in Guardians Of The Galaxy he voices Mario and does a great job doing so. There are a few others that I'm not going to mention that make the cast pretty good.

The fact that Bowser wants a fairytale wedding at any cost or he will destroy the world just WOW didn't see that coming. In the world of Otome, Bowser is a Yandere crazy as ever but loves a woman and if he can't have her no one will. That sums up bowser completely. Its so funny you never think about how many characters fall into a yandere, or tsundere until you get into otome games. Don't get me wrong I know there is more than those 2 architect personalities but thats all I'm going to name for now. It had me and my husband laughing through out and OMG the cutest thing ever is this little sadistic flame but he made it so much funnier that he was happy about dying.

Princess Peach was no damsel in destress she held her own probably better than the brothers did. To me at times it felt like it was more a movie about her than them. I do wish Daisey had been in it but was glad they summer up why Peach lives in a world full of men mushrooms when she is human. Also I have never been a huge fan of toad but boy won me over with his badass IDGAF attitude and he will save the princess like seriously while all the other mushroom people run away like little bitches.

Then you got to talk about Donkey Kong first off the blonde guard monkey I need to give props to him and his super cool self looking even cooler on the big screen.

Donkey Kong was also pretty interesting and true to the games for sure. He was rather funny with the banter back and fourth to Mario. All in all I am happy I saw the movie and with Yoshi in the end I look forward to hopefully singing another one with him in it could be interesting since he is in the real world.

#super mario #super mario brothers #mario movie #movie review #movies #movie #Super Mario Bros: The Movie #jack black #chris pratt #yoshi #bowser #funky kong #donkey kong

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sflksjlksflksj · 2 years ago

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personal diary

day 3 of remembering to write. things at home seem to be doing better. I tell my husband alot of whats on my mind when i am struggling and he always does his best to help me. He’s a huge workaholic. If he doesnt have work he is doing things around the house, doing yard work or helping me clean and upkeep the house. He only gets like at most 2 days off a week and his past 3 days off he has spent it mostly with me and just being there for me instead of doing stuff and it has helped me alot. Sometimes i need days where we are just cuddling and going with the flow. I think alot of my issues with newer/younger couples is that i feel like me and him will never have those same moments again and that makes me envious and feel like we arent soulmates. I know we are soulmates. i just lose myself in family life sometimes and need him to breathe fresh air into me so i can focus on myslef and not my surroundings. I hate his brother and i wish i didnt as much as i do. I hate him so much that seeing him be a 19 year old drop out isnt good enough for me. I hate that his mother got him a car. i hate that he has never held down a job longer than a few weeks. I hate that he dates around like crazy and brings these girls home for days to even weeks at a time. it feels like for me at least, me and his brother got the shit end of the stick when it comes to when we first started dating. His mother was always shaming us or critisizing us and we had jobs and were doing shit. But his brother is smoking weed and ditching school and she is buying him dinner everynight and...well at least thats how i feel. i know my feelings are exaggerated more than 86 percent of the time so i need to get over it. talking things out with my husband helps a load but it helps alot to write it down too and see how far ive matured and far ive come. I have kept multiple diarys before on laptops and computers but it was always private and i always lost them when i sold/broke the computers so itll be nice to have sometjhing thatll be online forever and i can look back on. i know i have matured alot but i also have gone downhill in some other aspects. for instance i have been drinking alot more, like 4-5 days out of the week i mix vodka into juice and drink like 7-10 cups. Not good at all. i have never gotten drunk and thats what started this drinking was that i wanted to get drunk once and it didnt work so every night ive been drinking here and there and now its becoming a destress thing and i hate it. i dont need alchohol but im feeling like i am starting down that road and i dont know how to stop exactly. Ill set out not to buy any and then ill just ask my husband to pick some up and he always is up for it. i dont know. when i drink i do care alot less about those thoughts in my head. I was able to acutally sit on the couch and talk and vibe with my mother in law while i was drunk. i know i am being stupid. my mother in laws ex husband was a alchohlic and i am sure she can see any signs of someone intoxicated. she hasnt said anything to me and we have been getting along great since then. i love my kids so much and i am so unhealthy currently. the worst i have ever been. and not only am i the fattest i have ever been but now i am drinking and i am so scared of now being able to do better. ive been talking for weeks about going on a diet but i have no fucking self control or discipline to do it and i hate so much how good i am at dissasociating with my problems. i hope i can get better with time man. i am hoping that as i grow and mature ill get some fucking self control. ive been able to reign myself in mentally sometimes when i find myself going off on unhealthy tangents in my head but again, it doesnt work for long and i always end up thinking the same way within minutes. i am going for a week to visit my dad and my step mum and let them see the boys and i am hoping there i can quit this drinking and possibly not binge eat shit and that can be my little taste of being the responsible adult i hope to be soon.

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chemmerson · 2 years ago

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after work

bartender!nanami x fem!reader, modern au

so i found this wip from. awhile ago. and i thought I would post it just for fun. let me know what you think!

word count: 6.3k

warnings: unwanted advance from a stranger, reader feels panic

“And then she had the audacity to blame me for the mix-up! She is so bitchy.”

Propping your head up with your hand and twirling the ice around your empty glass, you listened to your coworker (and friend) go on and on and on about the work day. You were used to it, of course, because that’s how every Thursday was. When you two had decided to start ending the work week at the nearby bar to destress and rant about your job, you were relieved that you would be able to talk about all the bullshit that transpired throughout the week.

However, your friend was more than happy to take over the conversation herself, so every Thursday, you had to listen to her tell you everything that was on her mind.

Now, you couldn’t blame her. You knew exactly how she felt and all the frustrations she experienced. You were in the boat. There was absolutely nothing she complained about that you didn’t understand or had the same to say yourself.

But after about two drinks, your friend was always ready to dump all of her thoughts out for the entire bar to hear, and you couldn’t get one word in about your own work frustrations.

It wasn’t like it was the biggest deal in the world. You had been told you were a great listener before so you were happy to at least be someone your friend felt like they could talk to. And you knew better than anyone what she was going through.

So every Thursday, you downed some Moscow mules and prepared yourself for the next few hours.

“So then I go up to Kai who I thought was going to be helpful, and I start telling him what that bitch did during the whole spreadsheet debacle. Turns out they’re fucking dating. So that was fucking embarrassing.”

You actually had known that last week when you saw him sneak a kiss on her cheek in the break room. But you just hummed with a nod and kept listening.

“So now I’m like, I can’t trust anyone in this fucking office anymore. Well, except you of course,” she smiled. You shot her a small smile back.

“Anyway, the whole thing was a shit show and I fixed the spreadsheets anyway. Which made me even more pissed since I wasn’t even the one to mess them up…”

Your eyes flicked down to your glass where you were twirling the ice around with your straw thoughtlessly.

“Can I get you both anything?”

You glanced up at the bartender who was leaning on the bar top. Before you could answer, your friend beat you to it.

“Yes, another long island for the love of god,” she said dramatically, finishing with a bat of her eyelashes at the man. You didn’t blame her, though. The bartender that worked on Thursday nights was quite the dreamboat.

He nodded at your friend, then flipped his eyes to you. You smiled and gave him a “sure”. Then, you turned back to your friend to continue listening.

“And I know the whole incident shouldn’t bother me that much, you know? Like it really wouldn’t bother me except the fact that she got the promotion last quarter really sent me over the edge…”

Another Moscow mule was placed in front of you, and you gave the bartender a voiceless thank you while your friend grabbed her long island, continuing her story.

“…so I feel like she’s just been out to get me this whole time! And I’m getting really sick and tired of it. Because did I tell you about the other day in the break room? God, it was really something else…”

You were suddenly distracted by the atmosphere of the bar itself. It was never super crowded around this time on Thursdays, but today was especially quiet. Only a few people scattered here and there, the music loud and echoey as there weren’t any voices to muffle it. Well, except your friend.

Oh, how lovely it would be tomorrow to work from home. Fridays were always “work from home”, a nice break from the hectic office. You always made sure to work ahead during the week so that you could be done early on Fridays. The warm bath, a glass of wine, and cuddly pajamas were so close, yet so far. God, you could hardly wait for the moment you would close your laptop and head to the bathroom, turning on your favorite music and—

“Go ahead and close my tab, please.”

Your friend’s voice broke you out of your running thoughts, and then you watched her as she gathered her coat and purse. She smiled at you, unaware that you had just been completely spacing out and—

“I love these little dates we have,” she grabbed your arm affectionately. “It really is a weight off my chest. Well, anyway, are you going to stay longer?”

She was leaving, you realized, but you had barely touched your Moscow mule. You also needed just a moment to process your day as well, so you nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to stay a bit longer.”

She smiled at you and squeezed your arm. “Okay, get home safe! See you Monday!”

And then she was walking away, and you waved her goodbye.

A much needed sigh fell out of your lips as you turned back to your drink. You loved being the listening ear your friend needed, but some silence to yourself was always nice too.

You just sat with your thoughts for a bit, staring at the grooved bar top wood and bringing your drink up to your lips every so often. Running your fingernail through the grooves of the wood, you began to space out and enjoy the momentary silence.

“Are you alright?”

The surprising, deep voice made you jump slightly, and you flipped your head up to the presence in front of you. It was the handsome bartender, scanning you over with little emotion. He leaned his arms on the edge of the table, rolled up sleeves exposing his forearms. His blonde hair was combed back neatly, and he had rather lovely brown eyes. You made sure not to stare too long.

“Oh, yes I’m alright!” You laughed dryly, looking down at the table. “Just…lost in thought… processing, I guess…”

You probably sounded so awkward, but the bartender had never sparked a conversation before. Scratch that. It wasn’t even a conversation. He was just making sure you weren’t about to pass out at his bar.

Your eyes flipped back up to his, and he kept a deadpan look. “Your friend talks a lot.”

You should’ve been taken aback by his rather blunt comment, but you couldn’t help but actually laugh this time. The bartender picked up a whiskey glass and a towel and started polishing it.

“Um,�� you started. “Yeah. She’s great but…she always has a lot to say. I don’t mind it, though.”

You took a sip of your drink that was nearing the end. You usually never went for a third, and you were starting to feel its effects quite quickly.

The bartender just continued to polish the glasses in front of him. “Surprising.”

“How come?” You questioned.

“That you can deal with that every Thursday.”

You opened your mouth, surprised again by the man’s boldness but no words came out. You had no idea what to say, and you just stared at him for a moment.

“You know we come here every Thursday?” was what came out of your mouth eventually.

“Well, not many people are in here at four o’clock on a Thursday,” he said. “And you pair are the only ones who bother to sit at the bar.”

You never noticed it before, but thinking back, you realized that he was right. The bar was always pretty empty when you guys showed up. It was only when you were leaving did it start to get crowded. So it would make sense that the main bartender noticed when the same people came in on the same day every week.

“Right,” you said, looking down into your glass. “I guess I never really noticed. But I did notice you work every Thursday.”

Which was true, but as soon as the words came out of your mouth, you panicked, realizing how the statement sounded. Quickly, you looked up and waved your hand dismissively. “Not that I was looking at you or anything!”

The man paused his cleaning and flipped his eyes to you.

Panicking even more and the influence of alcohol making you too scatterbrained, you waved your hand even more. “Uh, n-not that I wouldn’t want to look at you! I definitely would—“

The man quirked his eyebrow again, and you were a lost cause.

“No!” You stammered. “I…I’m not saying that I would look at you. I mean, I’m looking at you right now but…I just meant I don’t, like, stare at you or anything. I just noticed that…you work…every Thursday…”

You trailed off, heat from embarrassment lighting your body on fire, and you rested your forehead on the palm of your hand with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” you closed your eyes, hoping the ground would swallow you whole. “I—“

But you were cut off with a chuckle, and you peeked out of your fingers to look at him. He looked amused, setting down the glass and towel and leaning his arms on the bar top again.

“So you do have a lot to say, then,” he joked with a soft smirk.

You blushed even more, but this time from the smile that he was giving you. He really was a dreamboat.

“Um,” you mumbled. “Sometimes, I suppose.”

Just then, a laughing couple walked up to the bar and started sitting down. The bartender glanced at them, starting to move but he glanced back at you, a look in his eye that confused you. He shouldn’t feel like he had to keep talking to you.

“You can close my tab,” you smiled at him, pushing your glass slightly forward. “Thanks.”

You didn’t wait for him to say anything, just hopped off the stool and started putting your coat and mittens on. You heard him start to talk to the couple to get their orders. You just grabbed your purse and you were off.

But holy shit what was in those Moscow mules?

Okay, three was definitely your limit. No more than that from now on for sure. As you tipsily made your way to the door, you made sure to be careful that you walked up the two small steps with grace and concentration. Otherwise, if you tripped, everyone would surely see since there were only, what, five people in the entire place—

Your toe caught on the top step and you were about to catch yourself on the railing when…

“Ah—“

“Careful, there.”

A strong hand grabbed your elbow, steadying you and keeping you from falling flat on your face. Turning around to face your embarrassment, the bartender looked at you with amused eyes.

He pulled you up straight. “Are you okay?”

“Uh,” an embarrassed laugh escaped. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry.”

He nodded and let go of your elbow. “I came over to ask if you have a safe ride home.”

Eyebrows shooting up in surprise and panic, you waved your hand back and forth. “O-Oh! Yes, yes I’m all good. I’m going to take a cab.”

“You’re going to wait outside in this cold?” He asked, almost surprised.

Nervousness taking over and quick to reassure him, you smiled. “Yes! See, I have my mittens.”

Before you could stop yourself, you shoved your gloved hands in his face. He didn’t flinch at the action, but something flashed in his eyes.

“How about I call you a cab?” He suggested, taking your hands and moving them down away from his face. “They’re used to coming here, and that way you don’t have to wait in the cold.”

“Oh,” you said, pulling your hands to your side. “Um, you don’t have to. It’s not that cold.”

The bartender started to turn around despite your protest. “Call it a thank you for being a loyal customer.”

He gave you one last look before heading back towards the bar, and you were left shocked.

This guy is really nice, you thought. And extremely handsome—no, no don’t fall for your local bartender. You’re not that desperate.

Desperate was probably not the right word to describe it. Inexperienced and single for life were better terms, but it was rare these days that you found yourself so interested in a man. At this point in your life, when you still have never had a boyfriend or even a date in years, you felt like you had given up looking for a man. Because obviously none of them had been interested in you. So even though the bartender at first glance seemed nice, you could not let yourself daydream and get too attached to an idea that would never happen.

Though as you rode home in the cab, got home, and even as you were falling asleep, his brown eyes and small smile would not get out of your head.

———

Next Thursday, your friend had invited some other co-workers from the office to join in on your de-stress time. Word got around the office fast, and by eight o’ clock, what felt like the entire staff was at the bar.

The bar was crowded with others as well, and the normally quiet bar you thought you knew was filled with loud people and loud music. You sat squished in between your friend and another co-worker, sipping on your Moscow mule and listening to the various conversations that were happening around you.

You didn’t find yourself really going out much lately besides Thursday after work, and this was the first time in a while you were experiencing the nightlife at the bar. Your friend had actually convinced you to wear a proper “night out�� outfit too, claiming you needed to let loose. After a few drinks, you were feeling a bit more comfortable in your slightly tighter and more revealing than usual clothing choices.

But you couldn’t say you were focused too much on what was happening at the table. For about the hundredth time that night, your eyes made their way over to the bar where he was, staying busy with the influx of people. His sleeves were pushed up like always, exposing his flexed forearms whenever he shook the cocktail shaker back and forth. He was so focused and sharp, and you would have never expected him to be so mesmerizing from far away.

“Hey, you good?” Your friend nudged you with a smile.

You had been spacing out. “Oh, yeah. I’m good.”

She leaned in with a mischievous smile. “By the way, you look super hot. I’ve seen Hiro look over at you a couple of times—“

“Shut up,” you cut her off with a harsh whisper. “No, he has not. Plus, I’m definitely not interested in Hiro. I can’t date someone who never remembers to zip his fly after he comes out of the bathroom.”

Your friend erupted in loud cackles and then looked down at the table. “Oh, looks like we both need another drink!”

“I got it,” said one of your co-workers who sat across the table. “I need another beer. Anyone else?”

Your friend asked for another drink, and he left to go to the bar. You watched him carefully as he stood and waited for the bartender to walk up. The bartender with lovely eyes and gorgeous everything else.

Stop it, you scolded yourself. Stop staring at him. He’s going to notice sooner or later.

You just sighed out and leaned your cheek on your hand. No matter how many times you told yourself to stop daydreaming about him, you couldn’t. That was just like you. Living out everything in your head and never in reality.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

You stayed still but glanced over at the bar. The bartender’s brown-eyed gaze was staring at you, and your heart dropped into your stomach. Your co-worker was talking to him and getting the drinks, but his eyes stayed locked with yours. A sudden heat filled your cheeks and before you could glance away, the bartender nodded at your co-worker and walked away.

A breath you didn’t know you were holding released shakily from your nose. He had seen you. He was definitely looking at you. Right? No, no way. He was not looking at you. But wasn’t he? Who else would he have been looking at? Someone behind you? No, there was a wall behind you. Maybe he was looking at the wall very intentionally and intensely.

Because there was no way he could’ve been looking at you.

But you felt them once again. His eyes from across the entire bar were like he was drawing you to look at him. Heart fluttering rapidly in your chest, you glanced over again.

Your co-worker was making his way back, trying to balance three drinks in his hand, but your eyes were on him. And his eyes were on you, that intensity from before but something else too. You couldn’t place it because no one had ever looked at you like that. But through the dim lighting, through all the people, over the heads of those that sat at the bar, he was looking right at you.

Your co-worker was at the table then, standing in front of you and putting down the drinks, thus blocking your view of the bartender. Thankfully, this got you out of your head and back into reality, giving your co-worker a smile as you slid the drink towards you.

Though looking down into the drink, something caught your eye. Two limes.

Normally, there was only one lime in the Moscow mule. As you looked down at your drink still, you felt his eyes again.

“Hey, is something wrong with the drink? You did want a Moscow mule, right?” Your co-worker said across from you as he sat down.

You looked up at him with a quick smile. “No, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

He gave you a smile back before turning to whatever conversation was happening. You turned your eyes to the bar.

The bartender wasn’t looking at you, talking to somebody ordering a drink. But that quickly changed when you saw his eyes dart over to you for just a second, that look still making you feel flush and dizzy.

You brought the drink to your lips and took a sip. He watched you as you did, and even in the dark, you saw his eyes flash with something. But he looked away to give his attention to the busy bar.

You could so easily pass out where you were sitting.

He was…flirting with you. Maybe. Possibly?

You had no idea. All you knew was that he was most definitely looking at you and it was not helping you get over this growing semi-crush you had on him. Was really one conversation and a few glances across the bar really all it took for you to be drawn to him?

But he was looking at you, initiating the eye contact. Did that mean he was drawn to you, too?

“Hey, can you come to the bathroom with me?” Your friend leaned into your ear to talk over the loud music and chattering.

You nodded, and then she was grabbing your hand and leading you out of the mess of people when you realized the hallway to the restrooms was right next to the bar top.

He would definitely see you. Hell, he could be seeing you right now as your friend dragged you through the mess of people. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears and you were so nervous you didn’t even glance or check to see if he might have been looking at you.

As you walked through the hallway to the restrooms, you noticed the entrance to behind the bar top also opened into the hallway, but you didn’t dare look through.

The restroom was a typical bar restroom, extremely small and cramped, and you and your friend had to wait in a small line. It gave you some time to calm down, to listen to your friend’s tipsy chatter and get away from the intensity of the bar. To calm your fast heart rate and to cool your flushed cheeks. Though that was partly because of the alcohol and definitely not because of your crush.

As you were washing your hands, the bathroom was filled with tipsy, loud chatter and lots of people, so you decided to leave to minimize the crowded area. You squeezed through people and opened the door, but just then you ran into someone walking out of the men’s restroom.

With an oof, you quickly stuttered an apology and tried to move out of the way, but the person moved with you.

Surprised, you looked up at the person through the dark to mutter another apology, but the stranger was smiling down at you.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” he started slurring. “What’s your name?”

Your stomach immediately felt hollow and it became hard to breathe. Where was your friend? You felt frozen, eyes darting around in a panic but he was blocking the entire hallway.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” the stranger took a step towards you. “Just tell me your name.”

Your only escape was the bathroom, so you turned around quickly to dart inside but the man was quick to move you against the wall. Feeling suddenly suffocated and frozen in fear, your voice failed to work.

His hand began to close in on you, making you step back hurriedly but the wall was in the way. “Ah—“

Another arm darted out in front of you, catching the wrist of the stranger. You recognized the arm. Toned forearms, white sleeves pushed up to the elbows. The bartender.

“Beat it,” his low voice growled at the stranger, and the stranger was gone as quickly as he came.

You let out a tense breath, feeling dizzy from the aftermath of the panic. Hell, you were feeling dizzy from so many things. The alcohol, your nervousness, your panic, your strange feelings for the bartender that was currently ducking down to meet your gaze.

“Hey, hey,” his voice floated under the loudness of the bar. “Are you okay?”

You met his concerned brown eyes despite your current frozen state, and you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Eyes growing more concerned, the bartender gently placed his hand over your upper arm, causing you to feel more present. The loudness of the bar seemed to fade, and he became the only thing you were focused on.

“Did he touch you?” He asked, eyes darting all around your face. “Did he hurt you?”

His words registered this time, and you quickly shook your head. “No,” you said quietly, almost in a whisper.

You heard him sigh quietly out of his nose, and his hand left your arm. “Where’s your friend?”

“I…don’t know,” the words came out shaky, and you felt slightly embarrassed. You didn’t want to cause anyone worry. The bartender had put an immediate stop to it. Yet apparently, you were still shaken up.

“I need to…” you put a shaky hand up to your forehead and swallowed thickly. “I need—“

The bartender put his hand back up to your upper arm and his other one went to your elbow, ducking down further to meet your wandering, panicky eyes.

“Hey,” he said. “You’re safe now.”

You looked into his eyes, truly this time. They were so serious and honest, and his hold on you made you feel safe. Calmer. Still holding eye contact, you took a deep breath in and out.

“I’m sorry,” you said reflexively. “I didn’t mean to—“

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” the bartender interrupted you. “Nothing at all.”

Your heart swelled with gratitude, allowing another breath to escape you. “Thank you, really, thank you so much…um…”

“Nanami,” he said. “Kento Nanami.”

A small smile shaped your lips. “Thank you, Nanami.”

Just then, the bathroom door opened. “Oh—hey, what’s going on?”

Your friend had finally made her way out of the bathroom, moving to stand in front of her and pushing the bartender to the side. “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

You must have looked shaken up. “I’m okay,” you reassured her, the shakiness of your voice slowly disappearing. “I just—“

You both realized that Nanami had walked away just then, and you both watched as he made his way into the main part of the place where people were drinking and eating. You immediately eyed the man who had tried to make a move on you, laughing and chatting with his table and friends.

The way Nanami stalked over there would have left anyone quaking in their shoes. You started to walk after him, not wanting to cause any trouble and your friend followed. Both of you stopped at the end of the hallway as you watched Nanami grab the man by his collar and bring him up to stand at his feet.

“I thought I told you to beat it,” Nanami said, and even under the loud noise of the bar, you could tell his tone was intimidating as hell.

“H-Hey man, I thought we were cool,” the man stuttered, eyes wide in fear. “I didn’t mean to—“

“I told you to beat it,” Nanami said again, shoving the man backward and making him stumble. “That means get the hell out of my bar.”

His bar?

The man didn’t waste any time grabbing his jacket and stumbling to the exit. Nanami gave all of the man’s friends one look, and they soon stumbled after him, leaving the bar as well. The altercation had caught some people’s attention, but they quickly turned back to their conversations and meals.

“Did that sleazy guy try something with you?” Your friend said with wide eyes as she turned to you.

“Um…yeah. Outside of the bathroom,” you explained. “He was drunk.”

“Oh my god,” your friend breathed out. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t—“

“No, it’s okay,” you smiled, though you still felt slightly shaky. “Nanami—uh, the bartender handled it. I’m okay. But I think…I’m just gonna head home.”

Your friend nodded hurriedly. “Of course. Do you want me to go get your stuff? So you don’t have to explain it to everyone…”

Her thoughtfulness made you grateful as well. “Yeah, that would be good. Thank you.”

She smiled and quickly headed to where your co-workers were sitting towards the edge of the bar. Heading towards you was Nanami, and you felt nervous facing him. You had no idea how to even begin to express your gratitude.

He approached you where you stood in front of the hallway, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I’m sorry for causing a scene like that, but I don’t tolerate anything like that in my bar.”

You nodded. “It’s okay, really. I just…I really don’t know how grateful I am that you were there. Thank you…so, so much. I appreciate it so much.”

Nanami looked down at you with those serious eyes, giving you a nod. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded again. “Yeah, but I think I’m just going to head home.”

“Let me call you a cab,” Nanami said while walking past you, but not without placing his hand on the small of your back while he did. The tender action made you feel safe again.

He stood in the entrance to behind the bar top, pulling a rather dated landline off the wall and punching in a number. You stood awkwardly as people walked around you to go in and out of the bathrooms, so you decided to go stand next to Nanami while he called.

He eyed you as you nervously walked up next to him to stand in the entranceway, but you averted your eyes. You kept looking out for your friend.

“Hey, it’s Juju’s…yeah, it’s Kento…hello, Kiyo…yeah, can I—yes I’m fine…”

“Psst.”

The sudden voice behind you startled you, and you bumped into Nanami’s side as you turned around to see who had just spoken.

A man with white hair and interesting sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose you guessed was a bartender that was working leaned down and looked at you with a striking smile. You pressed further into Nanami’s side.

“Hey,” the man whispered. “Be honest, are you the chick that he’s been going on about—“

The slam of the phone on the wall startled you both, and Nanami’s sharp eyes were glaring down at the white-haired man.

“Get back to work, Gojo,” Nanami gritted through his teeth, obviously annoyed.

The man giggled and went back to making drinks, and Nanami sighed. His annoyance towards his co-worker was quite amusing, but you made sure to hide your small smile.

“The cab is on the way,” Nanami said to you.

“Thank you, really,” you said again. “Thank you so much.”

You were extremely grateful for him and his kindness, but you were so ready to go home. Nothing like that had ever happened to you, and while Nanami had swooped in to save the day, you were still having a hard time processing it all.

Just then, your friend came through the hallway and spotted you. She had your coat and purse in her arms. “Here you go. Everyone was asking what happened but I just told them that you weren’t feeling well.”

Grabbing your things from her, you smiled. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

She gave you a smile before going in for a hug. “Take care of yourself, okay? See you Monday.”

You waved her goodbye as she went back into the bar, and then you were standing alone with Nanami once again.

“Here,” he said, and you looked to see him gesturing toward your purse.

“Oh, thanks,” you said, handing it to him to put your coat on.

But when you went to turn around to put it on, Nanami grabbed one of the sleeves and lifted it up to help you get it on easier. The sweet action made you feel flush again, and you turned around to get your purse.

“Aren’t you forgetting your mittens?” Nanami asked deadpan while handing you your purse.

You blinked at him, then burst out laughing. His comment was just what you needed to finally fully relax and break the tension you felt inside. Still laughing, you reached into your pockets and pulled your mittens. “Right here. Thanks for reminding me.”

His brown eyes glittered, but he stayed straight-faced. “I’ll go wait outside with you.”

Before you could protest, Nanami put his hand on the small of your back again and started leading you out of the loud bar. He kept you close, making sure to lead you safely through all of the people, and you made sure to keep close, too.

As he opened the door for you and the cold outside air breezed in, you turned to him while walking out. “Hey, aren’t you working right now?”

“Gojo can handle it,” he said, stopping next to the wall, and you followed. “And I can leave at whatever time I want.”

He paused for a moment before continuing. “Since I’m the owner.”

Your mouth parted slightly in surprise at his words, but Nanami continued again. “And, there should be some more people coming in for their shift soon.”

“I didn’t know you owned the bar,” You stated with interest, breath visible in the cold air as you spoke.

Nanami crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the brick wall, looking straight ahead. “Co-own. With Gojo.”

You had no idea that he was the owner of the bar along with that white-haired guy that had spoken to you. Not knowing what to say and still in slight shock from the new information, you just said, “It’s a really nice bar.”

Nanami laughed through his nose. “Thank you. I would hope you think so, at least. Since you are here every week.”

You smiled and put your hands in your pockets. “Well, you do make the best Moscow mules I’ve ever had.”

Nanami looked down at you at your words, and the look in his eyes made your heart flutter again.

But his forearms that he had crossed over his chest caught your eyes, goosebumps lining them. You gasped, taking a step towards him. “Where is your coat?”

He looked at you, confused for a moment before shrugging. “I’m fine.”

Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed his arms and uncrossed them. You reached for his hands and pressed them together, holding them in between your gloved hands.

“You’re going to catch cold,” you said, staring at his hands in yours.

The reality of what you had just done hit you like a brick. Why in the hell would you grab him like that? Why the hell were you currently holding his hands? The boldness of your actions was so, so unlike you and all you could do was just stare at his hands in between your soft, pink mittens.

Nanami didn’t say anything either. You two stood in silence, the sound of people walking on the sidewalk and traffic zooming by filling the air. But your eyes stayed locked, frozen in a moment of something like intimacy.

“What’s your name?” Nanami blurted out.

It was only now you realized he didn’t even know your name. You told him, and his eyes lit up for a second before breaking eye contact and looking out over your head. “Good to know.”

You smiled then and looked down so he couldn’t see. You felt like you smiled way too much around him.

(Though little did you know, he had glanced down at you, saw the sweet smile on your face, and had to stop his smile, too.)

“Um,” you spoke up, looking at him once again. “Did you always want to own a bar?”

“No,” Nanami said with a straight face. “I was talked into it.”

Confused by his statement, you stared at him to continue. “After I graduated from college, my classmate Gojo, who you saw, convinced me to take on the endeavor with him. So we opened the bar right here and the rest is history.”

A playful grin made it’s way to your face. “So, I guess you owe Gojo your success then?”

Nanami stayed stoic. “I suppose. But I would never say that to him. I would hate to see his ego inflate even more.”

You laughed and nodded in understanding. “I see.”

The sound of a cab slowly pulling up to the curb made both you and Nanami turn.

“There’s Kiyo,” Nanami mumbled, and you let go of his hands and let yours fall to your side.

The window of the cab pulled down and a man leaned over. “Hey there Mr. Nanami!”

Glancing up at Nanami, you let him lead you to the cab with his hand returning to the small of your back again. You noticed the kind-looking cab driver who seemed to know Nanami well.

“How’s the evening going, Mr. Nanami? Busy tonight?” Kiyo peered through the window at Nanami.

Nanami grabbed the handle of the cab door. “Get her home safe, Kiyo.

Nanami opened the door and you started to make your way in, but you felt an urgency once more. Like you couldn’t just leave him. Not yet.

Nanami’s arm rested on the top of the cab door, but you quickly turned around and opened your mouth to speak, the proximity rather close as you began.

“Nanami, thank you again,” your heart was beating in your ears. “You’re very kind.”

The proximity was a lot closer than you had anticipated, but you just stood there, staring into those brown eyes that you knew you wouldn’t stop thinking about all night. Nanami was staring right back at you too, eyebrows slightly raised.

Then he opened his mouth, closed it, and tore his eyes away. “Of course. Any time.”

Was it just the trick of the streetlights, or was Nanami…blushing?

You felt your cheeks warm too, and then you smiled. “Um, o-okay. Well, have a good night.”

Nanami only met your eyes for a second. “You too. Get home safe.”

You finally ducked under the door frame and settled in the back of the cab. Getting on your seatbelt, Nanami gave you one last look and one last small smile as he shut the door. Then, he poked his head in the passenger window.

“I mean it, Kiyo. Get her home safe.”

“Roger that, Mr. Nanami!”

Then, the cab rolled away, and you had to fight back from turning around in your seat to take one last look at Nanami. Instead, you leaned your head on the window, trying to calm your heart and the feeling in your stomach.

“Are you and Mr. Nanami friends or something?”

The cab driver was asking you a question. Friends? “Uh, no, not really. He just…makes sure I have a ride home sometimes.”

Kiyo made a face you could see in the rearview mirror. “Huh. Funny.”

“What’s funny?” You decided to inquire.

Kiyo laughed lightly. “Oh, nothing. It’s just Mr. Nanami isn’t usually so…concerned about his customers. He must really like you. Anyway, what’s the destination?”

He must really like you. Whatever that meant, it made your heart flutter. You gave Kiyo the directions and leaned your head back on the window, watching the downtown go by.

The feeling of him never left you the entire night.

#nanami x reader #nanami fluff #i…may delete this if i get embarrassed LOL #my work

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writeforfandoms · 3 years ago

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Not the Villain 4

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Here we are at chapter 4! I’m excited! This chapter is still from Marcus’s perspective, and then next chapter we switch!

The alternate title for this chapter is In Which Marcus Has So Many Problems.

Warnings: Trouble children, swearing, Barry is a bit of a dick, so is Miracle Guy, more talk of past manipulation, implied abuse, we all continue to hate Jupiter.

Word count: 2K

Marcus Moreno x f!reader (eventually)

The weekend passed without incident. Movie night was an absolute success, and found both of them passed out on the couch snoring before midnight. (Missy claimed she didn't snore, but she did. Sometimes. Cute little snores that Marcus absolutely had no video evidence of, of course not.)

Honestly, Marcus was glad to have the weekend to destress and step back. Missy was an excellent distraction, and he loved getting to spend time with her.

The downside to having the weekend, however…

"Moreno!" Barry caught him as he entered the building, looking a little frazzled. "You're needed down in holding."

"What happened?" Marcus asked, changing direction on a dime and striding towards the elevators.

"Alecto won’t respond to anyone and won’t let anyone in.”

Marcus frowned. “What the hell happened?” he demanded.

Barry at least looked sheepish. “Well, you had the weekend, so I figured I’d go down there and try talking to her myself.”

Marcus didn’t groan, holding it behind his teeth. But barely. “Why?”

“I just wanted to see if I could get her to tell us anything more.”

“You asked her about Jupiter.” Marcus didn’t phrase it as a question. He knew. He had known that would push her to shut down, and now he had his evidence.

“Yes.” Barry stopped outside the elevator. He didn’t look apologetic, per se. But he did look abashed.

“I’ll take care of it.” Marcus kept his frustration to himself until the doors closed. Then he swore softly.

Hopefully Barry hadn’t done anything too bad.

Alecto had her back to the glass when he finally stepped into the holding area. Her head was tucked down, the rest of her hidden.

“Alecto?” he called softly, stepping close to the glass. “Hey. It’s me. It’s Marcus.”

Her head lifted slowly. That could only be a good sign, so he continued.

“I hear the director was down here to visit. I’m sorry about him - he has no tact, which is surprising for someone whose job deals a lot with politicians.”

Her shoulders jumped in what might have been a tiny laugh.

“How’s your eye doing? Any better?”

She shuffled around slowly, looking at him. Her eye was still bruised purple, but at least not swollen shut anymore. She tilted her head back against the wall again, taking a few minutes to just look at him. She didn’t look great, but that was to be expected.

“Jupiter never mentioned how heavy-handed you’d be.”

Marcus blinked. “What?”

“Or maybe it’s just the director.” She blinked once, slowly. “He’s kind of a jerk.”

Marcus coughed out a laugh. “He can be,” he hedged carefully, well aware that if Barry wasn’t listening, someone else was.

Alecto smiled, and Marcus paused. Her smile was warm. Almost sweet. Nothing evil about it. This was the kind of smile he’d make note of. “You’re not bad,” she murmured, blinking slowly again. She yawned. “For a Heroic.”

“Why do you hate us?” Marcus pulled the chair closer and sat.

“I…” She paused, frowning just a little as she considered the question. “I don’t think I do. Hate you. Even with everything you do, or don’t do.”

“Like what? Can you give me some examples?”

“Half of what you do is publicity, probably to make money for the insane amount of damage you’re responsible for,” she started, matter of fact and calm. “You as a group rarely speak out about environmental issues, despite the fact that you all have a built in platform and following. And, I mean, Miracle Guy’s social media is probably enough on its own to make anyone hate him.”

Marcus really couldn’t argue that last point. It was something of a point of contention between the two of them, actually, and had been for a long time. But the rest… “We do have causes we each champion,” he told her, a little confused. This was pretty common knowledge. “We show up to events, talk, donate, all of it. Usually we all pick one or two, and every so often someone starts in with another cause.”

She blinked. Twice. The look on her face was somewhere between uncertain and angry. “No. No, you’re lying to me.”

“I’m not.” Marcus kept calm, watching her. “Who told you we don’t support environmental and social causes?”

She was silent, which was enough of an answer for him. Jupiter, most likely. “I’m not stupid,” she murmured, looking away from him. “I know that he… I know what I was allowed to see was restricted. I didn’t…” She paused and bit her lip, gaze darting around almost anxiously.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Marcus soothed, holding his hands out. “You’re safe here, I promise.”

“That’s a different issue,” she muttered, clearly not intending him to overhear. “I didn’t just… accept everything he… everything I was told. I would… corroborate. Do my own research.”

“What kind of research?”

She chewed on her lip for a few moments and then shrugged. “Used to go watch news channels. Recordings of events. Things like that.” She looked away, embarrassed and confused and clearly trying to hide her vulnerability.

Marcus nodded slowly. "That was smart of you," he agreed. "To do your own research. Good thought."

Her gaze snapped back to his, eyes wide. If anything, she looked a little flustered, and Marcus tucked that bit of information away.

"It's possible you were just untimely enough to miss all the events," he mused. "Usually at least the local news would cover whichever event. We are definitely a ticket selling point." His smile was a little wry. He wasn't the biggest fan of using his name to get things done, but for good causes? It was worth it to throw his weight around a bit and get people to either donate or buy tickets or whatever was needed.

Alecto looked thoughtful, chewing on her lip. Marcus winced in sympathy when he noticed a tiny trickle of blood from a split in her lip. "Maybe," she murmured. "Maybe."

"Give me a moment." Marcus pulled out his phone and painstakingly typed out a message to the Research team. (Look, typing on the phone was hard, it was too damn small in his hand and Missy made it look so easy.)

Alecto looked curious when he finally tucked his phone back in his pocket, but she didn't ask. Instead she just blinked at him.

"Someone will bring a tablet down," he told her. "So I can show you."

"Yeah? What do you focus on?" The tilt of her chin was decidedly challenging.

"Education. School lunches. Arts and science programs." Marcus smiled.

"Huh." Her shoulders dropped a little, more relaxed again. "I wouldn't have guessed that."

"Why not?"

"Honestly? You never seem truly comfortable with public speaking."

Marcus sighed. "And here I thought I was hiding it."

She shrugged. "Maybe you do. I don't know how much normal people analyze body language that closely."

"Is that something you do?"

She didn't answer, and the elevator dinged gently as it opened. Mark walked over, not quite openly gawking at Alecto but something close to it.

"Here," he murmured, handing over the tablet to Marcus. "Uh, let me know if you need anything else."

Marcus nodded, looking between the two. Alecto was tensing up, puffing up like a cat, her eyes narrowing to angry slits. When she lifted her upper lip, Mark fled.

Marcus couldn't even scold her for that one, not really.

"Here." He flipped quickly to a parade that the whole team had gone to, turning the screen to show her. That one had been pretty good, actually. Everyone had been respectful, and they had helped raise money for a beach cleanup.

Alecto watched the video silently, brow slightly furrowed. She didn't speak until the video was done. "Another."

Marcus silently found another video. And another. Until her breath stuttered in her chest and she turned her face to hide the sheen of tears in her eyes.

Heart aching, Marcus pressed his fingers to the glass. "Alecto–"

"Don't. Please." Her voice was thick, and she hiccuped.

"You didn't know." He shifted forward in his seat.

"Don't." Her breathing was picking up speed now.

"It's not your fault."

"Stop!" She pulled her hands up over her ears, folding in on herself.

Marcus hesitated. He could comfort her. He could open the door and pull her into a hug and hand her tissues.

But he didn't.

He didn't know her well enough. Didn't have enough evidence. He couldn't trust her with an open door.

Instead he stood and walked away. He could at least grant her some privacy.

It was a quick trip up to the cafeteria, and he realized once he got there that he didn't know her preferences. So he grabbed a bunch of fruit, some chips, and water.

That was where the problems really began.

"Hi dad!" Missy bounced up to him, A Capella and Guppy in tow.

"Hey. I thought you were going out today." Marcus raised one eyebrow at his daughter.

"I am out," she pointed out reasonably. "We're only here for a few minutes, then we're going to see a movie."

"You need anything?"

"Nope!" Missy smiled. Too innocent with a hint of smug.

Marcus huffed. "Missy…"

She shrugged. "That's a lot of snacks for you. Where are you going with all that?" She put her hands on her hips in a mirror of his pose. Or. Well. The pose he'd be using if his hands weren't full of fruit.

Now, Marcus wasn't in the habit of lying to his daughter. But he knew Missy. If he admitted he was going down to see Alecto, she'd try to invite herself along, and probably the other two as well. Which meant he'd be in trouble with their parents too. And that would just not end well for anyone.

"That doesn't matter." Marcus gave Missy a stern look. "You behave. And have fun at your movie."

"Ok, sure, bye dad!" And all three girls were gone as quickly as they'd come, whispering among themselves.

Honestly. He wouldn't be surprised if one day Missy ended up director here. She certainly had the mind for it.

Shaking his head, he started towards the elevators… only to stop dead when Miracle Guy stepped in front of him, casually stealing the apple Marcus had grabbed.

"So, got anything good from the wanna be down in holding?" Miracle took a big crunchy bite out of the apple.

"Depends on how you define good." Marcus gave him a disgruntled look and started to step around Miracle… who casually got in his way again.

"Come on, share," Miracle demanded with a shit-eating grin. The one he knew got on Marcus's last nerve.

"Nothing actionable," Marcus grumbled. "Just things about her and her past."

"Yeah? And why is that?" Miracle leaned in closer. "Going soft on us now?"

A good leader leads by example, and that example does not include punching his coworker in the face.

Marcus shook his head. "I'm building trust," he said, forcing himself to stay calm. "If she trusts me, she'll talk to me."

"Just don't forget that she's one of them," Miracle said, dropping his voice. "You can't trust her."

Marcus briefly considered arguing. Briefly. But there was no point, not just yet. Miracle Guy was very, very stubborn. So he simply remained quiet.

Apparently satisfied, Miracle Guy left. Marcus let out a slow breath, consciously relaxing his fingers again.

And then Tech-No popped up next to him, looking a little stressed. "We've got a problem," he muttered, taking care to keep his voice down.

"What kind of problem?" Marcus turned to look at him, frowning.

"We've got some cameras on the fritz," Tech-No admitted. "I need your help to figure out what's going on."

Marcus almost sighed. Almost. Today was clearly just destined to be a trouble day. Instead he nodded and handed the food off to a passing research tech, who looked bewildered but also pleased. "Let's go."

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sovtwords · 4 years ago

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a king and his pawns

pairing: kita shinsuke x reader x miya atsumu warnings: 18+, royalty!au, threesome (M/M/F), bisexuality, anal, double penetration, hand jobs, blow jobs, doggystyle, kissing with cum, dom/sub undertones, fluff, established relationship w/c: 7.7k a/n: -AO3 LINK HERE- This is a little side-story thing I wrote for a royal!au I haven't actually gotten around to writing yet so WELP. It's fine tho, this was written for Kita's bday and he deserves it. LOVE YOU!! This fic features men engaging in sexual acts together so if that ain't your cup of tea then feel free to back out if you're uncomfortable! I'm bad at writing smut anyway, you'd probably be doing yourself a favour lmao. Regardless, enjoy!! Please lemme know what you think.

Kita Shinsuke was stressed. It’s not often the King loses his cool, but it seems as though life wishes to taunt him this week. Trade with Corvus has momentarily stopped due to an internal dispute meaning the Kingdom will be low on textiles for the unforeseeable future, a sudden drought has put the crops at risk, and Ginjima continues to test his patience with every new raid on the homesteads just outside of the kingdoms border - not within where Kita can arrest him, but close enough to be a thorn in his side.

He’s so very tired and so very alone, and everyone sees it as they convene for weekly meetings. They eye him with worry, yet he shrugs off every word of concern with the grace as befitting his title, though his Masters of War and Prosperity respectively eye him the most, the worry so potent on Lady Miya’s face he feels a warmth blooming in his chest. She even dares to lay a comforting hand on her king, and he allows only her to disregard her courtesies (not that she would ever forget them) and touch him. It’s nice to be treated well.

The meeting ends, and Kita is so close to retiring to his balcony to rest for a while until he notices that the happily married couple stay. “Ya alright there, Kita?” Atsumu asks, opting to drop all formalities and talk as friends like when they were younger. Kita’s glad for it.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and knows it wasn’t very convincing with the way they stare in disbelief. “Things are just tense right now. I’m sure we’re all feeling it,” he elaborates. Lady Miya takes his hand in hers once more, small fingers gripping tightly onto his. He keeps his eyes trained on them.

“That’s right, but you don’t have to burden this alone. It’s why you have your council. And you don’t have to hide anything from us. We’re here to listen to you, my King, so please – share your worries with us, so that you might feel better.”

Ah. His heart clenches with affection, and a soft smile grows on his face when he looks at the earnestness in your gaze, thumb idly stroking your fingers and momentarily forgetting that your husband is still in the room, sitting just to his left. But it’s so easy to forget that when his attention is focused on the right of the table, when Atsumu himself hasn’t said a word when normally he would screech if anyone dared get chummy with his wife, King or not.

“Thank you, my Lady. It warms my heart to know that you care so deeply,” he says carefully, pulling back with a quiet sigh. “But I’m fine, truly. I find that reading the books that you gifted to me helps me to relax.”

“I know another way ya might relax,” Atsumu interrupts before his wife gets sucked into a long conversation about stories.

“What is it?”

“Well, it’s something more suited for behind the doors of your chambers, if ya catch my drift,” Atsumu smirks, while his Lady looks appalled. Kita feels the tips of his ears burn but keeps his expression as stony as ever.

“That’s crude, Atsumu. And you know that I’m averse to…” he trails off awkwardly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Atsumu laughs.

“I know ya don’t take concubines. But that doesn’t stop ya from reading the spicier books in the library, does it?”

“What’s yer point, Atsumu?” He asks bluntly. Better to get whatever trick he has planned over and done with. The blonde smirks, eyes shifting between himself and his wife.

“Was just wonderin’ if ya wanted a private show, that’s all. My Lady here makes for quite the spectacle. Just a way for ya to destress.”

Lady Miya gasps loudly, a blush burning on her face as she stares at her husband in complete shock while Kita’s heart stalls in his chest.

Watch his friends while they… No. That’s a boundary he should not cross. No matter how many times his eyes have slipped downwards to where your chest is pushed upwards by the corsets of your newer dresses, or how smooth your neck looked when you lean over to discuss reports with him, he…no. Such intimacy should belong in their bedroom, not his. Right?

“Atsumu, that's not a funny joke. You should watch your mouth and apologise to your wife for embarrassing her“

“Hold on now, your highness, she didn’t say no.”

Kita blinks. Looking to where she sits, he sees the obvious humiliation on her face, clear as day as the heat on her cheeks. But with it, a look of conflict, a spark of curiosity in your eyes when they lock with his.

“I…If it pleases my King, then I don’t mind. I would do anything for my King,” she says resolutely, and the way your voice grows airy every time she speaks of his title sends sparks straight to his groin. He swallows harshly, opens and closes his mouth a few times as he feels the heat of Atsumu’s smirk boring down on him. It had definitely been a while since he’d done anything of that nature, but… was this really ok?

It’s silent for what seems like forever. Eventually Kita calls out to the servant standing outside the council room.

“Find the largest chaise you can find and have it delivered to my room. I want it there by tonight.”

God’s above, save him. He was really going through with this.

- - - - - - - -

Night has fallen, the castle is quiet.

He doesn’t know how he should act. It seems as though nobody except Atsumu knows how to act, if the way Lady Miya sits with her back straight as a pillar and arms folded politely in her lap was any indication. Atsumu lounges against the chaise in front of Kita’s bed with a drink in one hand and fingers twirling through the sash of your robe in the other , waiting for either Kita or his wife to make any sort of move, though it seems as though their nerves have gotten the best of them.

“Shy, Kita?” the blonde Lord asks. Kita gives an embarrassed furrow of his brows, but stays quiet. Atsumu chuckles. “Well then. Does my King agree to let me be the one in charge tonight?”

How treacherous of Atsumu to ask, but with no real idea on how to go about this, Kita relinquishes control with a mute nod of his head. Better to let Atsumu take the reins than for him to accidentally cross a boundary he was unsure of. Atsumu downs his wine in record time, and moves to place it on a nearby dresser before returning to his Lady. He takes hold of your face with such reverence and love that Kita has to look away and swallow down the bitter jealousy swirling like bile in his gut. He hears Atsumu whisper some reassurances to you, and nimble fingers undo the sash around your waist.

You stand up at Atsumu’s request, and he takes your spot on the chaise, posted in front of the King for his viewing pleasure. “Didn’t want ya to miss this,” Lord Miya says, and swiftly loosens your robes, letting them pool around your feet and laying bare your silky and soft flesh for Kita to see. Dark eyes rove over plump breasts, wide hips and thick thighs, and he’s convinced that no concubine in the world could ever compete with the beauty standing in front of him, made all the more sweeter that you’re a coveted treasure by your husband, making Kita the only other man to ever see you like this. It makes his cock twitch in his breeches, and makes Atsumu smile devilishly because he knows the effect this is having on his superior.

Your gasp alerts him to the fingers that have slipped between your legs from behind to cup your sex, brushing against the light hair that Kita wants nothing more than to bury his face in right now. “She’s as sweet as a peach, this one,” Atsumu coos, pressing all the right buttons and gifting Kita with moans and sighs that Angels would blush to hear. “As wet as one, too. Let’s show King Kita, shall we?”

Without prodding you sit in Atsumu’s lap and allow him to spread your legs wide, and the candlelight makes the slick gathering on your cunt and thighs glisten, Kita’s brain faltering at the sight. His body grows hot with want, with need , and he nearly rips his shirt off of his body, composure slipping with each second that passes. Atsumu offered to let him watch, but now he’s not sure if he’s content to be just a bystander.

You hum and squeal when Atsumu pushes two of his fingers past your folds, pushing in and out at a gentle pace that you’re no doubt familiar with as he prepares you for greater things to come. “Yer so quiet, Kita. Are ya not enjoying yourself?”

The Lady looks at him then, a gentle pinch to her brows. “Are you…not satisfied with me, my King?”

Atsumu flashes an exaggerated pout over your shoulder. “Yeah, my King. After exposin’ my wife like this for ya, is she not enough?”

“She’s beautiful,” he chokes, clears his throat but it has little effect with how thick with lust his voice has grown. “She’s perfect.”

The smile on your pretty little face does funny things with his head.

“Ya hear that, my love?” Atsumu holds you close and rocks you side to side. “The King thinks yer beautiful. I dunno if many ladies can say that. Say thank you.”

“T-Thank you, my King. I’m honoured,” you grin. Kita gives you a small smile in return, though it falters at the edges when Atsumu catches you off guard and thrusts his fingers into you with great speed. It sounds wet and hot and Kita’s hand wraps around the bulge in his pants, stiff and begging to be touched, especially when the usually composed Lady Miya in front of him whimpers and pants like you’re in heat, moving your hips in sensual ways and locking eyes with Kita to steal the air from his lungs.

“A-Atsumu!” you gasp, wrapping a hand behind you to grasp the hair of your husband, but the smirk stays on his face, enjoying your plight. “Be gentle!”

“You love it,” he shushes you, planting kisses on your neck and biting down on your shoulder when you grow too rowdy. “Besides, we promised King Kita a good show, didn’t we? I have to prepare ya, don’t want ya cryin’ because yer tight hole wasn’t ready to be filled.”

You moan loudly when Atsumu brushes over your clitoris roughly, small hands moving to cover your mouth, and it’s the final push Kita needed to remove his trousers and take his cock in hand.

You watch in silence as he undresses, eyes immediately zoning in on the length and girth of his member, biting your lip for a different reason than when your husband removes his fingers from your core. Atsumu brings them up to the light to look at them curiously. They’re soaked from knuckle to fingertip, and when he pulls them apart tendrils of your slick keep them connected. Kita’s overcome with the desire to touch it, to touch you, see how you taste.

The smile Atsumu gives him sends chills through his body, as if his Master of War had read his mind.

“I think he wants a taste, my sweet,” Atsumu rubs soothing circles into your hip with his free hand, keeping his calculating eyes on his King. “What do you think?”

“The King can have whatever he wants,” is your answer, hiding a smile in your husband’s jawline while he laughs. Fuck, they were going to drive Kita insane. What surprises him even more, is instead of offering your pussy for Kita to lose himself in, Atsumu holds out his hand, like offering his fealty to the King once more as he had sworn so long ago.

“Then by all means, have a taste.”

There is a moment where it’s entirely too silent save for the heavy breathing Lady Miya is trying to get under control. A million thoughts run through Kita’s mind as his eyes flicker between Atsumu’s fingers, his childhood friends’ face, and the naked woman before him. It feels like entirely new territory, uncharted waters that Kita has only thought about dipping his toes into before running back out for fear of falling too deep into the water.

But in Atsumu’s eyes there's nothing but trust and desire, and in your eyes there's encouragement and adoration. His heart hammers in his chest, and burns with the overwhelming love and support from his closest. It makes his limbs move before his brain can catch up, leaning forward with his mouth opening while Atsumu’s grin grows wider, taking the digits in his mouth before hesitation can settle.

It’s strange, to suck on your best friend’s fingers, long and thick in his mouth, calloused from years of sword fighting as his tongue brushes against the pads of his fingertips. He can barely taste the saltiness of his skin though, as your sweet juices invade his senses like a summer wine, pure and sweet like the woman they came from. He grabs hold of Atsumu’s wrist when he makes to remove them, licking and scraping his teeth on them in a way that makes Atsumu’s breath hitch with widened eyes, and Kita mentally records it as a win before slowly releasing with a pop, lines of spit breaking the further away Kita gets as he takes his place on his bed once more, precum leaking from his slit.

It is Lady Miya who breaks Atsumu out of his trance with a gentle hand cupping his cheek and turning his attention back to the situation at hand. The smile on your face is light-hearted, if not mischievous, a gleam to your eye letting Kita know that you enjoyed what you just witnessed. “I think, dear husband, I’m ready to get fucked hard for the King.”

An impish grin blooms on Atsumu’s flushed face immediately at his wife’s forwardness. Honestly, Kita had never expected the Lady to be this way. You had always been on the reserved side, befitting your rank and lessons in etiquette. Quiet, polite, spoke when spoken to. If someone had told him a few years ago when Atsumu had introduced you to Kita when you were still giving the twins lessons in etiquette that he would be witnessing you in such a lewd position and answering all of the fantasies he had locked away, he would have almost laughed out loud at the absurd notion.

Funny how life works.

“Should we let his Royal Highness choose how I do it?” The blonde pushes his hair out of his eyes, and both Lord and Lady Miya look at him, eyes alight with interest.

“I…,” Kita clears his throat, brain bringing forth images of every position imaginable. He squeezes the base of his cock. Save it for the grand finale. “I want the Lady on her hands and knees facing me.”

That causes Atsumu to laugh in delight.

“Ah, takin’ her from behind, like mounting a bitch in heat,” he snorts. You pout at the language, but Atsumu kisses it away, lips pressing lightly against the bridge of your nose until you’re smiling again. “Never would’ve assumed ya liked it that way. Not very proper, is it?” Atsumu comments.

“Are you here to question your King on what he likes in bed, or are you going to deliver on your promise and show me somethin’ good?” Kita remarks.

Atsumu delivers another laugh as he lifts his wife off of his lap and places her onto the soft, cushioned chaise lounge as promised, knees spread apart and encouraging you to lean onto your elbows.

For a moment, as Atsumu undresses, he regrets not choosing a position that allows him to watch more closely as he enters in and out of you, but any complaints he has dies when Atsumu spits into his hand and rubs at his stiff member, lining it up with your entrance. Kita nearly cums all over his hand when he locks eyes with the woman across from him as Atsumu pushes in with a sigh of relief, no doubt seeking any sort of pleasure for his aching cock just like Kita. At least he has a pussy to bury himself in. King Kita just has his fist.

Your eyes flutter as Atsumu goes deeper into your tight cavern, groaning and furrowing your brows while you clutch onto the chair beneath you. You whimper when he bottoms out, and are only given a moment to adjust while Atsumu looks at Kita in question.

‘Shall I start?’, he seems to say.

Kita nods, and watches in perverse fascination as Atsumu rears his hips back and thrusts forward once more, making you choke on a scream as he sets a relentless pace, not holding anything back.

Your moans mix with yelps and screams of pleasure as your husband pounds into you from behind, round hands on soft hips and curls loosening from where they were pinned back on your head. Kita’s eyes stay glued to where your tits bounce with the force, hand finally giving him some relief and stroking his weeping cock, unwinding some of the tension in his shoulders and stoking the fire in his gut. He wants to reach out and fondle your chest, your nipples, but stays his hand, fear of crossing that damned boundary getting to him.

Atsumu is loud, he realises, almost as loud as his wife is right now. He groans and he growls like a wild animal, so overcome by the feeling of his Lady, of everything that she is, and praises fall from his lips like the water rushes down the mountain’s peaks.

“F-Fuck, yer so tight, I love it,” he grits, reaching over to grab hold of your chest like Kita wanted to do so badly. “So wet for me, for your King. Ya love getting fucked in front of him, practically beggin’ me for weeks.”

Kit almost feels as if he shouldn’t be hearing this conversation, but such crude words make him fist his cock faster, wet with precum and helping him ease the friction of hand to dick.

“A-Atsumu, I-”

“Don’t lie,” he laughs. He pinches your nippple roughly, and earns himself a gasp. “Every time ya called me yer sweet King, you were thinkin’ ‘bout him, too. Weren’t ya?”

You can say nothing, only look at your ruler with unbridled lust in your eyes. It’s getting harder to breathe now as he pumps his dick in time with his friend’s thrusts, entranced by the look on your face and Atsumu’s voice.

“Thought s-so,” Atsumu stutters when he rubs at your clit and you squeez hard. “Well, I’d do anythin’ for ya. Guess that includes fuckin’ ya silly in front of your King.”

Atsumu tsk’s and lifts your torso up so Kita can have the best seat in the house. Eyes stay glued to where they are connected, pistoning in and out of your walls and glistening with your slick. It brings forth images of wanting to get closer, let his tongue feel the both of them at once but it's so outlandish that it brings heat to his cheeks and pushes him closer to his release, chest heaving with exertion as everyone in the room reaches a crescendo like a symphony of sex.

That is until Atsumu stops abruptly, and it's so sudden and odd when the sounds of skin slapping cease that it causes everyone to lose their high, cooling down with irritation and impatience.

Atsumu's chest heaves air with great effort, yet his eyes are sharp as he regards his King.

"I think," he starts, easing out of his wife slowly, making you whine at the loss. "King Kita is lookin' a lil lonely. And it's our duty as his advisors and subjects to serve the King, right my love?"

You blink in surprise, when a smile curls at the corner of your lips, one that you definitely learned from your husband. Affection blooms on Atsumu's face at your reaction.

"We should give him a hand," the blonde declares, and suddenly he's carrying his wife over to the royal bed, laying you down gently against the rich, maroon satins and silks, hair splayed around you in rivulets like water. With equal parts curiosity and hesitation lacing his limbs, he moves further up the bed at Atsumu's insistence, coming face to face with you as you smiled kindly at him, lidded eyes and bottom lip plump from where you bite it.

He gives you one in return, one of the rare, genuine smiles he reserves for when he's with his closest and when he's happy. The sound of a throat clearing snaps his attention back to where Atsumu kneels at the end of the bed, cock bouncing against his lower stomach with every shift on the featherbed.

"Does my King allow us to do as we please with him?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he says yes, aching to feel the touch of something other than his own hand for once. Atsumu smirks.

“Wonderful.”

Moving closer, all three find themselves huddled in a circle of sorts, with two sets of eyes hungrily staring at him. Atsumu looks at his wife, and she stares right back. It becomes apparent to Kita then and there, that there is no imbalance between them. Though you may fold your hands when appropriate and open your mouth when addressed in broad daylight, though Atsumu’s words and hands guide you behind closed doors and you part your legs for him like a blossoming flower, they are, without a doubt, equals in every sense of the word. Atsumu gazes at you with such adoration it would give the poets something to sing about for centuries to come, and he is certain that if you were to give an order, Atsumu would bend and do it for you, no questions asked.

It’s funny - the Master of War and the Master of Prosperity; two things that could never work hand in hand, but ultimately make for a wonderful pair.

And it makes Kita’s heart yearn for even a drop, an ounce of what they share, for someone to look at him the way they do each other.

“Maybe I should give you some tips on how to go about it, my sweet,” Atsumu says, and it’s all the warning Kita gets before a large, rough hand wraps itself around his member. He jerks at the feeling, eyes wide at the blonde smirking before him, and he looks frantically at the Lady beside him who offers nothing more than a demure upturn of her lips.

“What are you doing?” demands Kita, but the words end in a choke when Atsumu’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock.

“I’m showin’ my wife how to please ya.”

“I-I think she w-would..” Kita has to stop talking to emit a whimper when Atsumu’s hand squeezes his dick. He swallows hard. “I think she would know how to please a man by now.”

“Hmm, yer right. She sure does know how to get me going, but…”

He removes his hand from Kita’s shaft for a brief moment to lift his wife’s leg, dragging a hand through your thighs and bringing it back to Kita’s erection, now slick with his wife’s juices and providing smoother friction.

“No harm in remindin’ her of the lessons. Watch carefully, love.”

It moves expertly up and down his length, knowing when to twist and squeeze, when to go fast and slow. Kita’s hips jerk up into Atsumu’s hand, unable to help the sighs and moans flying out from his chest. It feels good, so so so good, and a softer, more feminine pair of hands scrape gently over his chest, toying with his pert nipples and sending sparks straight down to his groin.

“He seems to like that,” you whisper, pressing your lips to the pulse in his neck. Kita is positive it must be ready to burst from his skin right now, yet still you suck and nip and paint his skin in the most delicate hues while your husband’s hand increases in speed. His other hand reaches down to fondle Kita’s balls, heavy and begging for release. Whines and whimpers grow louder as he approaches that sweet edge.

Atsumu hums. “He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he, my love? I bet you’re just drippin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it inside ya. Hungry for another man's dick.”

You shiver from your spot beside Kita, a hand scratching at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine, and a pink tongue poking out to lick at his nipples.

“P-Please…” Kita begs.

“Well, ’m hungry myself,” Atsumu continues, and swiftly dips down to take the head of Kita’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand never ceases its upwards and downwards motion. It's wet and hot, and the swirling of Atsumu's tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that had gathered is enough to make Kita moan aloud in surprise and pleasure. His face glowing red as he desperately thrusts into Atsumu's mouth but his brain is too clouded with lust to feel embarrassed at this moment.

His fingers grip onto rich bed sheets as he loses himself in the heat of Atsumu’s mouth, that mischievous tongue of his being put to good use and stroking the vein on the underside of his prick before bobbing up and down in time with his hand. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling tongues on different parts of his body but it feels glorious, to have these mouths worship and love him like he craves but never says aloud.

It feels like Atsumu’s mouth is barely on him for a moment before Kita is grasping onto the nearest things he could latch onto, Atsumu’s head of hair and your hand conveniently already in his, and he holds onto both for dear life as he cums with a loud and long groan, releasing into his friends mouth with surprise and twitching with the aftershocks when Atsumu keeps him in his mouth for a tad too long.

“T-Too much, please,” he stutters, and Atsumu takes pity on him for the time being, laughing at how wild and unkempt his King looks right now.

“I guess you’ll have to test out yer skills next time. Come here,” hands reach for his Lady’s face, and he lets drops of Kita’s cum still in his mouth fall into your own open and awaiting jaws, sealing it with a kiss that’s all tongue and wildness. The perverse sight of them sharing his fluids makes his cock twitch to life again with alarming speed, but it’s also the words echoing in his ears that stick with him.

Next time. Implying that this won’t be a once off thing, a strange night to remember for years to come.

It makes him hard in seconds, even after spilling his seed in his friend's mouth.

If the couple beside him are surprised at his recovery time, only Lady Miya shows it with a raise of your eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

“Do you wish for more, my King?” you ask, traces of his load shining on the corners of your lips. He stops himself from reaching over to lick it off.

“Yes,” Kita sighs, and his chest seems to deflate with the motion, his words needy and wanting. “Please - keep going.”

“What do you want? Anything for you,” your hand cups his face with such gentleness he could cry. How sad it must be, for the simple touch of a person could be enough to shake him.

“I n-need you, I want you on top of me-” he has to stop himself with a sharp intake of breath. Eyes wide with fear look over to where Atsumu sits, a uncharacteristically stoic look on his face that makes Kita’s anxiety flare up. After a moment of silent contemplation, he opens his mouth.

“Does my King command it?”

It offers Kita a moment to rethink his words, to retrace his steps before they were taken. And as he looks at the faces of his friends for any signs of discomfort, looks at you for clear rejection, he sees no hesitation or resistance in either of their expressions. Only eagerness, anticipation for what could come. It strengthens his resolve.

“He does,” Kita says, with the air and grace of the King in power he is. And Atsumu grins like that cat who got the cream.

“Perfect,” he sings. “Lay back, yer Grace. Let us do everythin’ for ya.”

Doing as told, Kita finds himself a comfortable spot against the pillows and cushions, cock resting hard on his belly and watching as Atsumu coaxes his wife to straddle his hips. Hands fly instinctively to the squishy flesh of your hips and thighs, smooth like satin, and his grip on you only grows tighter once he feels just how wet you are, practically dripping onto his lower abdomen. It drives him mad with excitement, knowing he’s seconds away from shoving himself into your tight hole.

“Go on,” Atsumu encourages when you look back at him in question. “I’ll help ya when ya need me.”

Biting your lip, you peer down at Kita.

“I’m ready,” he assures you with a squeeze of your hips. You reach down to grab his member and he hisses when you pump him a few times, dragging it up and down your soaked folds. He worries his bottom lip at the sensation, and just when he gets used to it you line him up with your entrance and begin to sink down on him, ever so slowly.

He loses the ability to breathe when your warm heat engulfs him. His eyelids flutter, his toes curl, and they haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. Atsumu hums in approval when you finally sink down, hips flush with Kita’s, sighing in unison. You can’t help the grinding of your hips, trying to accommodate his size and girth, but it makes him growl and still your hips. “Give me a second,” he pleads. And you do, leaning down to give him his first kiss of the night. He can taste himself on your tongue, taste Atsumu along with him, and your tongues tentatively brush and move against each other as you grow accustomed to the feeling of your lips on the others.

He catches his breath when you pull away, blinking out of a stupor, and it seems as though Atsumu has had enough with waiting, for he clears his throat loudly. “Ready to get started?” They both nod. “Good.”

With that said, Atsumu holds on tightly to your hips, hands over Kita’s that stay locked on your flesh, and begins to slowly lift you off of his cock, only to push right back down. Kita groans at the fluttering of your gummy walls around him, head thrown against the pillows while Atsumu increases the speed and pace with which he picks his wife's body up, getting you into a mindblowing rhythm and bouncing you on Kita’s member.

Atsumu certainly dictates the speed and rhythm right now, and the coil in Kita’s gut begins to make a reappearance with every clench of your pussy around him. You’re both at the mercy of Atsumu, who alternates between stealing the air from Kita’s lungs with bringing your hips down hard and fast, or slowly and maddeningly gyrating your hips so that Kita presses against every spot inside of you, massaging that sweet, spongy flesh hidden deep inside that has you gasping out a strange mix of their names and clawing onto Kita’s chest for stability.

“That feel good?” Atsumu asks. He’s met with a chorus of moans and whines from his Lady and his King, but he isn’t satisfied with that. “I said, does that feel good?”

“Y-Yes, my Lord!” You gasp, and are rewarded with kisses and nips to your neck by your husband. Dark eyes peer at Kita over your shoulder, demanding an answer from him as well.

“Yes,” the white haired man grunts. “F-Feels so fuck- fucking good.”

“My, my! Our King has a naughty mouth. My sweet, how does his cock feel?”

Your moans are light and breathless when Atsumu rocks your hips back and forth. Your juices stain Kita’s abdomen, and he’s tempted to reach out and swipe some up on his finger to lick. “He feels so big! So so so big, it’s too much, it’s- oh!”

Kita is almost as surprised as you are when Atsumu guides his King’s hand to your swollen folds, showing him how to rub at your clit with practiced motions. You careen in response, hips moving erratically and crying about how good it feels.

“Tell him, not me,” Atsumu laughs.

“Oh, my King, my sweet King, you feel amazing. I love your cock so much, stuffin’ me full, I can’t take it, I love it I love it I love it!”

Your praise, your words, the heat of your cunt; it all goes straight to his head and his heart, and the coil in his gut tightens dangerously, ready to burst his seed into you and fill you up, but Atsumu has your plans before he can reach his peak.

Atsumu lifts your hips up one final time, but doesn't bring them back down. The disappointment in the room is immeasurable, denied a high once more when they were just so close to falling off the edge. Lady Miya whines loudly and impatiently, having been denied her orgasm twice now.

"I know, baby, I know," Atsumu coos, pets your hair and soothes the furrow of your brows. "But I was gettin' a lil lonely over here. I wanna join in."

Your eyes light up in question, staring at him questioningly and obeying when he orders you to bend over. Chest to chest with Kita, the King cradles you closely, brushes loose strands of hair out of your eyes, and allows himself a simple peck to your lips, one that you return with two of your own.

But you jump in shock when Atsumu spreads your cheeks apart and spits loudly onto your rear.

"Atsumu! You...you mean to-"

"Shh. You trust me, don't ya?"

"Always," she answers without hesitation, and the smile he gives you is warm and full of love.

"Then just wait," he rubs a finger over your puckered hole, spreading the spit and watching in fascination how it responds to his touches. He loves your cunt like a drunk loves his wine, but your ass is just as addictive. Really, any part of you is more than enough for him.

You bite your lip when a finger dips in, struggling to accommodate the invasive digit. Kita distracts you with more kisses, hands on your breasts, pulling at your hardened nipples and drinking in your moans like he's breathing in the fresh air of the morning.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers in your ear, watching over your shoulder as Atsumu adds a second finger, pumps them in and out so carefully. The blonde reaches around to lightly toy with your clit - not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you relax and less restrictive. "He's lucky to have married ya."

"Shinsuke," she sighs into his own ears, and it sends shivers down his spine. It's very rare people can address him as Kita without his title, let alone his first name, but it sounds so beautiful coming from the lips of his friends.

"Yer doin' so well," Atsumu praises, free hand massaging the globe of your ass cheek once Kita’s clumsy fingers take over the role of rubbing your nub. "Stretchin' ya out real good. You want both of our cocks, don't ya?"

"I do, I want them so bad-"

"Think you can handle us?"

"Yes, please! God, Tsumu, I wanna be stuffed with both of your cocks-"

"Damn, you get loud when yer needy." Atsumu drags his erection through the folds of your pussy, gathering as much of your juices to coat his dick once again before he lines it up with your back entrance. "We'll take things nice and slow."

It seems as if Atsumu is reassuring more than just his wife with that statement, and Kita is grateful for it.

You bite down on the skin of his shoulder when Atsumu removes his fingers and presses the tip of his dick at your hole. You’re clenching hard and gasping at the stretch, and Kita works with Atsumu to soothe your cries and kiss away your tears.

He kisses your lips when you give a harsh wail as Atsumu presses in further, not even halfway in yet but groaning at how tight it feels. He spits once again where you're both connected while you twitch and sigh as Kita's fingers return to your swollen bud.

"Yer doing amazing, such a good girl," Kita peppers your cheeks with light kisses, and with one last thrust Atsumu is fully seated with his cock in your ass, glassy eyed and chest heaving with tension as he gives the pair of you a moment to adjust.

He bends over to lick and kiss a line up your spine. "Your turn Shinsuke." Kita stalls, wondering for a moment if you really are ready to take them both at once, but Atsumu mistakes his silence for hesitation. "Need help with that?"

Lord Miya reaches down to gently guide Kita towards your sopping hole, and he sucks in a breath as your hips lower agonisingly slow to sink down on him until both of their members are filling you to the brim.

You're a panting and whining mess atop of him, fighting to catch your breath whilst Kita fights to make sense of what he's feeling right now. He can nearly feel Atsumu press against him through a thin layer inside of your pussy, every budge of his hips making his chest tighten at the friction.

"Tell us when to move," your husband says. After a moment of getting used to the stretch with little twitches of your hips, you nod frantically.

"I'm OK, you can move."

"I'll let Kita do the honours," Atsumu smirks.

Lifting his legs higher up the bed for leverage, Kita gives an experimental thrust into your core. It feels so good when you clamp down with a whimper, and so he does it again, and again, until he's set a slow but steady rhythm and enjoys the look of pleasure on your face, the way you bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud but failing miserably.

Gradually becoming more comfortable and succumbing to pleasure, Atsumu begins to move gently, pulling out slowly and pressing back in, so as not to disrupt Kita’s flow but your reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp and a whine for more, arching your back and trying to reach behind to your husband. He leans over to allow you to thread fingers through his hair, and begins to grind faster into you, trying to match Kita’s pace and intensity.

“S-Shit, yer so tight, yer... fuck-” he curses and stutters his hips. “God I love ya- I love ya so much.”

“Please, g-give me m-more!”

“My pretty little slut,” he coos, and you sob into Kita’s chest. “So- fuck, so fuckin’ greedy. You wanna get fucked hard?”

“Gods, yes! I want to be full of your cum, please please please-”

“S-Shit,” he swears, and Kita watches as the careful, calculated look Atsumu kept in his eyes all night suddenly turns wild, frenzied, just about ready to tear you apart like you desired. “You asked for it, pretty girl.” He gives Kita a look. “Ready?”

The King nods. “Ready.”

The blondes' lips curl up at the edges, and you’re only given a moment before both sets of cocks begin ramming into you with such great force that it has you falling on top of Kita, where he wraps his arms around your frame to keep you steady. Words turn into coherent babbles and cries as they piston in and out of you in near perfect unison, and it’s the friction Kita so desperately craved as your wet walls and Atsumu’s shaft rub him so deliciously that his orgasm rears it head once more, building so perfectly and steadily that he feels like he’s reaching Cloud Nine.

Kita unwinds one of his arms from around your waist to reach Atsumu’s ass to give the flesh an affectionate squeeze, causing him to meet Kita’s eyes over your head. Atsumu leans down to capture Kita’s lips in a sloppy kiss, one that’s more tongue and spit and passion than anything else, and the King barely has any second to catch air when he pulls away before your tongue prods at his lips, lips that he opens willingly like heavenly gates. And when Atsumu joins in again, and he feels two messy sets of tongues invade his mouth, one rough and demanding, the other soft and sweet, he can do nothing more than let out a whine and try to keep up with the wonderful sensations taking hold of his body.

He’s given some reprieve when Atsumu pulls back to sit up, grasping at your hips and fucking into you so fast you’re stupefied, mouth hanging open and drooling on Kita’s chest. He doesn’t mind - rather, he doesn’t really notice, too busy focusing on your bouncing tits in front of his eyes, on the occasional brush of Atsumu’s sack on his skin, and the rising coil in his gut, ready to snap at any moment.

Hips jump erratically off the bed when Atsumu rubs at your clit hard and fast, nearly crushing Kita’s cock from how tightly you squeeze the both of them as your husband brings you to your mind shattering end.

“I’m cumming! I’m- I-”

It’s all you’re able to say as your peak washes over you in waves of heat, and he feels your juices gush out on top of his skin as you do so. Fuck, he’s nearly there, so close, just a bit more-

“I’m c-close, I’m so close-” Kita stutters.

“Cum for me,” Atsumu growls, pounding into your ass with abandon while you fall onto Kita’s torso, arms wrapped around his neck and sobbing so pitifully in his ear. “Cum for us, Shinsuke.”

It’s the push he needed. He’s shooting his seed into your core with a strangled shout, pumping load after load right into you while Atsumu follows, unloading into your ass with a curse and a moan of your name, going balls deep and spilling all that he has while your walls milk them for all that they have.

Atsumu collapses on top of both of you with a tired sigh, and while Kita’s body protests at the added weight, his mouth can’t quite catch up with his brain at the moment, so he simply lays there as the heat of the room falls over all of you like a blanket.

Both cocks begin to soften inside of you. Ever so gently, they pull out, seed escaping your holes and dripping slowly onto the sheets as you whine at the loss and clench around nothing, feeling so terribly empty and almost wishing they had stayed inside of you. But it gives you an opportunity to rest, and Atsumu flips you on your side until he’s laying you down on the bed, littering kisses all over your body and singing praises about how well you did for them, how much of a good girl you are.

You smile sleepily, exhaustion overtaking your limbs, and Kita can only cup your face and rub his thumbs on your cheekbones, uncertain if kissing you would be crossing a line now that the deed has been done. You arch into his touch while Atsumu leaves to get a cloth.

“Was that ok for you, my King?”

Ah. Of course you would put him above yourself. He smiles warmly at that.

“That was wonderful. You were perfect,” he answers honestly, and you practically glow with pride at his words. When Atsumu returns, Kita takes the cloth, opting to be the one to clean the mess between your legs. It’s the least he could do after all that they’ve done for him.

It grows silent once he finishes, looking over to see Atsumu holding you close from behind. Your eyelids are drooping and your eyes grow hazy with every kiss and rub Atsumu gives to you, yet when Kita is about to excuse himself, to find solitude in a bath and let the married couple have his bedchambers for the night, you reach out to him, wanting to hold him, his face, to bring it close to you and trap him for the night.

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to…” he trails off with uncertainty. Atsumu snorts, offering him a kind and warm smile.

“The Lady always gets what she wants,” he jokes, and Kita lets out a fond laugh. “Besides - yer the King.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he replies. And he means it. But his heart begs for the opposite, for you to not let him go and let him rest his head on your heart.

It seems as though you hear his thoughts.

“I want you to stay,” you murmur, sleepy but resolute in your words. “Do you want to stay?”

His eyes flicker back and forth between husband and wife. He could leave. He could end things right here, pretend like tonight never happened and go on existing as King like he always has. Things would become too complicated if he stayed. He knows this. And yet…

“I do,” he whispers, and curls into the warmth of your chest while Atsumu rubs at his hair with a fondness not common in him. Kita feels, for once in his life, at home. No castle too big and warm can ever compare to this. “I do want to stay.”

“Well then,” Atsumu says warmly, while you finish his sentence.

“Stay.”

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justice4canyonmoon · 4 years ago

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An Evening Off

Summary: Both Y/n and Harry have a rare night off. Y/n has relaxing plans for how they should spend it.

Notes: Howdy! This is probably the last fic I’m going to post for the next two weeks; I have finals for college next week, and I have a fuck ton of work this week because professors love to give students everything at once 🙃 Anyway, I came up with the very fluffy concept because I crave emotional intimacy, so I hope you like it!!!!

Warnings: cursing ig. otherwise just a lot of fluff and taking a bath together 🥰

WC: 1.9k

Y/n was feeling lonely.

Her boring ass office job didn’t produce too many friends for her. While the people she worked with weren’t the absolute worst, they were just, well, bland. Their lives were cookie-cutter. The closest thing any of them had experienced to a true adventure was a trip to IKEA. Her two best friends, Maria and José, were across the country, since she had moved from one coast to another to live with her boyfriend. Sure, she could FaceTime them, but it just wasn’t the same. And after the call, she knew she’d just be more lonely than before.

Harry wasn’t an option either. He was working, far too hard for her liking. She understood, of course; it was album crunch time. He had to make all of the last minute decisions: finalizing the tracklist, photoshoots, and touch-ups on the chosen tracks in the studio. But she missed him. The only times she saw him anymore was right before bed, when he would stumble into the room sleepily and kiss her forehead before going right to sleep. So yeah, she was a bit lonely. And being alone on her day off wasn’t exactly the plans she wanted to have.

Luckily, the universe decided to answer her pleas. At around 1:00, after she had finished up a late shower, her phone buzzed with a text from her beloved.

H: Hi, baby! The only thing we have left on the agenda today is touching up a couple of the album tracks, so I should be home a bit earlier :D If you’d like, I can pick up some dinner on the way home.

She couldn’t help the huge grin that spread across her face. For the first time in ages, the two of them could finally have some time together! Maybe she could do something nice for him! He had been working so hard lately, he deserved it. And honestly, she did, too. An idea popped into her head, and she threw open the bathroom closet, taking a look through her bath supplies. She grinned triumphantly as she pulled out a citrus bath bomb, knowing that Harry enjoyed the calming scent of orange and lemon. A nice bath would not only help Harry destress, but it would also be the perfect cure to the loneliness that was settling in her heart. She quickly texted Harry a reply as she set the bath bomb aside.

Y/n: Sorry about the wait, babe, was just taking a shower. Forgot to this morning lol

He answered pretty much right away, making her smile.

H: It’s okay, baby! No need for apologies :)

Y/n: Okay! I’m excited to actually get to spend some time with you! I could really go for curry, if you’re up for Indian takeout.

H: Curry sounds good to me! I’ll probably be home between 6 or 7! I have to go now, but I can’t wait to see you :) I love you so much!!!!

Y/n: Can’t wait to see you, either, Har!!! I love you, too 💕💕

“Baby, ‘m home!”

Y/n looked at the clock. It was 7:30, a bit later than what Harry had said through text, but still much earlier than usual. She leapt up from the couch and sprinted to the front door, tackling Harry in a hug. He laughed loudly and wound his free arm around her waist, not fully able to hug her back because of the takeout bag in his arms.

“Let me put the food down so I can give y’ a proper hug.”

She let go with a small pout on her face, which Harry promptly kissed off while setting the bag down. He then wrapped her in a tight, two-armed embrace. She melted at the contact, resting her head on his chest and hugging him back just as tightly. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then rested his head on top of hers.

“Miss you, Har,” she said, her speech slightly muffled from talking into his t-shirt.

She could feel him frown against her hair, “I miss y’ too, Y/n. The album should be done by the end of the month, and then ‘m all yours until tour starts.”

“Good. I was gonna break into the studio and steal you back myself if you weren’t done soon.”

He chuckled, “I don’ think Jeff would like that very much.”

“Fuck Jeff! I need you back here,” she scoffed.

“I certainly hope y’ don’ want t’ fuck Jeff.”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re annoying.”

He grinned cheekily, “But yet y’ still here.”

“Lord only knows why,” Y/n grumbled, though there was a smile on her face.

They pulled away reluctantly, both realizing how hungry they were. The two chowed down on chicken curry and naan while chatting about their day. Y/n spent most of her day off watching The Great British Bake-Off and snuggling with Daiquiri, their black lab. Harry had been putting the finishing touches on three of the album songs (“I can’ wait to play them f’ y’, baby”), and ranted about the traffic coming home (“I would’ve gotten home 45 minutes earlier, but the freeway was ridiculously clogged up!”). It was domestic in a way that Y/n never thought she would have, and she loved every second of it.

When everything from dinner was cleaned up, Y/n figured now was as good a time as any to reveal her plans for the rest of their evening.

“Hey, Har,” she paused, then continued when she heard his hum of acknowledgment, “would you want to take a bath with me?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Is this a ploy t’ get me naked?”

“No,” Y/n said bashfully, “I just thought it would be nice to take a bath together. I found a citrus bath bomb at the back of the closet, and I thought it would be relaxing for us.”

Harry’s eyes softened and he smiled gently at her, “That sounds perfect, love. Y’ too sweet.”

The two made their way to the bathroom, hand in hand. Y/n plucked the bath bomb from the closet and laid it in the tub, turning on the warm water. The water became a pastel shade of yellow, reflecting the lemony scent of the bath bomb. As she was checking the temperature, a pair of tattooed arms wrapped around her waist, and a kiss was pressed to her cheek. The heat radiating off of his body led her to believe that Harry had already rid himself of his clothes. When she turned around, her suspicions were confirmed.

“You work fast,” she commented, making a humming sound when the temperature was to her satisfaction.

“A bit,” he confirmed, leaning over to turn off the nozzle “just wanna take a bath with y’, love. Speaking of, let’s get those pesky clothes off of y’, shall we?”

Y/n nodded and Harry reached forward, almost reverently lifting her (his) sweatshirt over her head. She shimmied out of her leggings and removed her undergarments. She stepped into the bath first, gesturing for him to follow. He obeyed, and sat between her legs, resting his head on her shoulder. The two sat in silence for a while, basking in each other’s company. Y/n couldn’t remember a time where she had felt this at peace. But she also knew that Harry had forgotten to shower that morning since he was nearly late to the studio, so she reached over and grabbed some soap and a washcloth. She looked down at him and giggled softly when she realized he was almost asleep

“Wake up, baby,” she crooned, “let me wash you.”

“‘M awake,” he muttered, “promise.”

“Sure you are, that’s why your eyes are closed,” Y/n teased.

He only hummed in response, making her giggle again. She kissed his forehead and began washing him gently. The soft circles she was rubbing into his skin with the washcloth were soothing, and a sleepy smile made its way onto his face.

“‘Y always take such good care of me. Dunno how I got s’ lucky.”

Y/n felt her face grow warm as she reached for the shampoo, “I think I’m the lucky one. You always take care of me, too.”

She began rubbing the shampoo into his silky locks. Breathy gasps fell from his lips as she tugged lightly as his hair, working the shampoo into his curls.

“Feels s’ good,” he murmured.

“Glad you’re feeling good, Har,” Y/n replied in a hushed tone.

She rinsed his hair and repeated the process with the conditioner. By the time she had finished, Harry had fully fallen asleep on her shoulder. She cooed softly at how adorable he looked. He was like an angel; his long lashes were speckled with little water drops, his wet hair stuck to his forehead in an oddly endearing way, and a small smile was spread across his lips. He looked so relaxed in a way that Y/n hadn’t seen in a while. The bath helped her feel more at ease too; the monotonous motions of washing Harry made the stress from her job melt away, and the loneliness that had plagued her earlier in the day was washed away by the warm water. But she knew she had to wake Harry. She wasn’t quite strong enough to carry all six feet of him back to their bedroom.

Y/n gently jostled his shoulder and whispered, “Harry. Need you to wake up, baby.”

He groaned softly, making her giggle softly once more. His eyes slowly blinked open to reveal his jade irises, and he stumbled his way out of the tub, making her laugh a little harder as she followed. Y/n got out two towels and dried them both off, knowing that Harry was much too tired to do it on his own. She took his hand and walked toward their bedroom.

When they reached the bedroom, Y/n guided Harry to sit on the bed while she picked out sweats for both of them to wear to sleep (she knew that Harry had a particular fondness for when she wore his clothes to bed, so she got out his clothes for both of them). Harry pliantly moved his limbs as she clothed him, and watched her with moony eyes as she pulled on her own sleepwear.

“Look s’ pretty in m’ clothes, love,” he complimented, relishing in the shy smile that appeared on her face.

“Thank you, Har. Let’s get you to bed, okay?” she replied.

Y/n turned off the light and joined Harry on the bed. He was already lying on his side, so she wound her arms around his waist, resting her head between his shoulder blades. Usually, he was the big spoon, but with the whole mood they had set all night, it just felt right for her to be the one cuddling him. Y/n barely heard Harry mumble a “g’night. Love you,” before his breathing evened out. She smiled and closed her eyes, reflecting on the day. Just spending one evening with her boyfriend made her feel right as rain, and the loneliness that had once threatened to overtake her was totally gone. Though she had been taking care of him that night, he was also taking care of her. And sure, they were both going back to work tomorrow, but in two weeks, Harry would be done with the album and would be all hers. When sleep finally overtook her, all she had were the most pleasant of dreams.

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evanstanwrites · 4 years ago

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Officer Barnes

Dark cop Bucky Barnes x reader warnings: dubcon/noncon/cnc, 18+ smut, public smut, angst, fluff

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Y/n had just finished a long shift at work and couldn’t wait until she was home and cuddled up on the couch with her loving boyfriend. Her boss had pushed her buttons all day long, making her do stuff that wasn’t actually in her job description and throw insult after insult at her. But she held on to the idea that in a few weeks she would be able to start somewhere else. What helped too was the fact that she knew her boyfriend always helped her destress in any way she might need or want. Y/n just wanted to get home as soon as possible, she only had her eyes on the road. She didn’t see how fast she was going or the police cruiser that drove behind her until it was too late.

blue and red lights filled the night sky making her jump in her seat. “Shit” she called out when she saw the cruiser behind her signaling to pull over. Now it would even take longer before she could get home. “great, just great” she mumbles to herself as she moves her car to the side of the road and turned off her engine.

She watched as an officer got out of the cruiser and made his way over to her. She had to admit to herself the man looked so hot, with broad shoulders and arms that seemed too big for the uniform that he was wearing. His brown hair tied back in a bun and two steel blue eyes that seemed to see everything around him. When the officer was only a few steps away from her, she started to roll down the window and grabbed her purse ready to get her id out. “Good evening ma’am, I’m officer Barnes. Driver’s license and id, please.” the officer said with a deep voice once he stood next to her open window.

“Is there a problem sir?” y/n asks as she hands him her id and driver’s license not knowing why he pulled her over.

“Do you know how fast you were driving ma’am?” he responds as he looks over the documents.

“Sorry sir, I don’t know how fast I was going,” she responded

“ You were driving 75mph, that’s 10mph too fast.”

“Oh I’m so sorry sir, I’ll drive slower from now on. I just wanted to go home as fast as I could, I had a hard day at work and my boyfriend is waiting for me.” ‘Oh god, why did she tell him that, she sounded pathetic’ she thought to herself, she couldn’t have him thinking that she was trying to play him.

“Well I’m sorry you had a hard day ma’am but that’s no excuse for speeding. I fear that I will have to write you a ticket.” he shrugged as he placed her documents on top of her care while he got a notepad and a pen out of his pocket and started to write something on it.

“Please sir, can’t you just give me a warning? This is the first time I’ve been pulled over, I never once got a ticket before. You can check that if you want. Please I’m a good girl, I promise.” she started to stammer hoping that the officer would take mercy on her because like she said she had never gotten a ticket before.

Officer Barnes looked at her and softly smirked as he stopped writing. ‘please let him give me a warning’ she kept saying in her mind, not noticing as the officer looked at her with what seemed to be mischief in his eyes.

“ A warning? I’m not really one for giving warnings ma’am,” he started before he opened her door.

“Get out of the car for a minute ma’am,” he told her, and without a word she did what he asked. Officer Barnes reached behind her and pulled the keys from out the ignition and placed them on top of her id and driver’s license.

Y/n had no clue what was happening or what would follow next, she was just confused. Was this part of getting a ticket?

“I’ll give you a chance to turn that ticket into a warning, but you’ll have to do exactly as I tell you, ma’am. Now turn around and place your hands on your back.” He smirks as he guides her to turn around so her back faced him. She had totally no clue what was happening, why did she have to turn around and have her hands on her back. Was he going to arrest her?

And yes soon enough she felt him put handcuffs on her wrists.

“Am I under arrest Sir?” she stammers once he makes her turn back around but he didn’t answer her, he only smirked at her and pushed her down so she was sitting on her knees in front of him.

“Show me that you are a good girl like you say you are,” he says as he zips open his pants and gets his already hard cock out stroking it softly in front of her face making her gasp out in surprise. Y/n finally realized what was happening, officer Barnes wanted her to suck his cock.

“Please sir, no, I’ll take the ticket. I’m sorry sir,” she stammers trying to avert her eyes from his cock.

"Oh no, you asked for this. Why would you tell me that you're a good girl if you didn't want to do this huh?" He smirked as he grabbed her by her hair and forced her to look up at him. "Now be a good little slut and suck my cock!" He growled at her but she only flinched at his tone which made him only angrier. He grabbed her jaw, forced her mouth open, and pushed his cock into her mouth. Y/n was powerless against his grip, she could only hope this would be over soon as she squeezes her eyes shut while officer Barnes started to fuck her mouth. He still had an iron grip on her jaw as he moved his hips. "Open your eyes slut." He growls as he uses one hand to pull on her hair again. "Now show me that you can be a good little girl and suck my cock properly. You wouldn't want it if your boyfriend suddenly hears how unfateful you were to him." He growls but starts to laugh when y/n's eyes shoot open in fear before she starts to bob her head on his cock. "That's it, be the good little slut you are." He chuckled as he enjoyed the sight in front of him. As seconds passed by she started to put more effort into sucking his cock and she was actually making him moan at the feeling. "See you can be a good girl if you want to." He chuckled before pulling her mouth off his cock, pulled her to her feet, and dragged her over to his cruizer where he pushed her face first down against the hood of the car. y/n could only cry and beg as he manhandled her. “Please let me go Sir, Please, I have a boyfriend,” she sobs as officer Barnes pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties down.

“So what, I have a wife” he chuckles in her ear as he teases her entrance with the tip of his hard cock making her jump at the contact. The officer only laughed at the reaction, moved a hand to her clit, and started to rub it in rough circles. y/n couldn’t hold back her moans, she shouldn’t enjoy this, this is wrong she thought to herself but she couldn’t help herself. “that’s it, moan for me. I know you like it, you’re soaked already,” he smirks before grabbing her by the back of her neck with one hand as he guided his hard cock to her opening and pushed inside her with one hard thrust. He didn’t give her time to adjust to his size and just started to set a brutal pace as he held her face against the hood of his car. Tears kept falling from y/n’s eyes as his cock used her pussy for his own pleasure. But she had to admit to herself that it felt good, amazing even as he hits all the spots that made her moan out louder. His cock was the biggest she had ever had, she could feel every inch of him as he moved inside of her. She knew that he wouldn’t go easy on her if she kept resisting, maybe she should just ride it out and hope for the best. What could she do? It wasn’t like anyone would believe her anyway. Nobody would believe it when she would tell people that a cop raped her. So she gave in, gave in to the pleasure she could already feel, and started to move her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Look at that, such a little slut being a good girl. That’s right, fuck yourself on my cock.” officer Barnes growled out when he felt her move against him and started to thrust even harder and faster.

“God, you’re cunt feels so tight and good around my cock.”...” squeezing me so good.”...” gonna fill you up with my seed till it sticks”... “you’ll carry my child” he moans as he could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm.

“Common, cum on my cock,” he says as he starts to rub at her clit again.

y/n didn’t care anymore what was happening and who might hear or see them and moaned loudly as she could feel her walls tighten around his cock. It didn’t take long before the warm overwhelming feeling of her orgasm washed over her and made her scream out in pleasure. “That’s it, that’s it,” he moaned as his thrusts started to get sloppy, and not long after he came with a loud moan. After a few slower thrusts he completely stops moving, quickly removes the handcuffs from her wrist, and softly starts to massage her shoulders.

“Are you okay baby? Did I hurt you?” he asked in worry as he started to step away from her.

“No! Please Bucky, don’t move yet, don’t leave” Y/n panted a bit in panic as she quickly grabbed his arm to keep him from pulling away from her.

“It’s okay baby, I’m here. I ain’t going anywhere” Bucky spoke lovingly as he carefully pulled her upper body up against his chest.

“ I got you baby, you’re safe,” he kept reassuring her as he held her close as y/n caught her breath.

“ do you think we did it this time?” y/n asked him when her heart rate slowed down and she could breathe normally again.

“I hope so doll, I would love to see your belly swell with my child.” he smiled at her before he lets his softening cock slip from her and pulled her clothes back in place before tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping it up.

“I’ll drive us home, draw you a nice hot bath before ordering some take out. I’ll pick up your car during my morning run,” Bucky suggests as he leads her to the cruiser’s passenger seat and helps her get comfy in her seat before running to her car, he grabs her purse, documents and locks up her car before getting into the driver’s seat of his cruizer.

“I love you wifey,” he says before kissing her deeply for the first time that evening.

“I love you too husband”

tags:

@feelmyroarrrr @marvelgirl7 @rynabarnesrogers-reading @patzammit @palaiasaurus64 @loricameback @lizette50 @rebthom89 @zaddychris @lokibuckylove6

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absolute-flaming-trash · 3 years ago

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HC where Hisoka’s daughter refuses to be interested in fighting and becomes, like, a theater kid instead lmao

HA wouldn't that be a sight?

In all reality though, this isn't much of an escape.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, Daddy Issues, Abandonment, Manipulation. Not edited.

In my mind I've always thought if Hisoka wasn't into Casual Murder and had a "normal job", I see him working in theater doing costume design.

So if his daughter did go into the preforming arts as some kind of rebellion, or even as something that they genuinely enjoy, I think it would be something they got from him.

They could be working as a stage hand or as a performer, either way whenever he came around again and found out what they were doing he would sneak into the theater just to see exactly what they would be doing.

If they were a stage hand, I see him being more disappointed. Behind the scenes isn't exactly his thing, and if he ever talked to her about it the argument would certainly be explosive - at least on her end because she knows exactly what he's doing by goading her on.

If she were an actress, his moods would certainly depend on what kind of roles she went for or got cast in. If she got the heroine roles, or anything where the character had a trait of being "strong and brave", she's never hearing the end of it on how even though she refuses to fight, she certainly loves to pretend to. How it's a great shame she downgraded herself so much from her real potential.

If she took the damsel in destress roles, I think he would straight up leave. He doesn't waste his time with "those that are utterly useless" when it comes to reality, so seeing her portray something that repulses him that much would either lead to the massacre of the entire theatre so he can pull her out of her silly little play pretend and bring her back to the real world, or he would abandon her completely.

#riri writes #riri answers #Hisoka as a father #Hisoka #HxH #tw mentions of murder #tw murder #tw abandonment #tw daddy issues #tw manipulation

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goldentournesol · 4 years ago

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Bad Day

(Spencer Reid x FemReader)

“could you do spencer comforting a really stressed and overwhelmed reader? ive been having a really bad couple of days and everythings just been stressing me out to the max ;w; Thanks!!”

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Y/N tried her best not to call Spencer when he was at work because she knew how busy he was. Sometimes he’d get a text from her, but he’d rarely ever get a call, so when he did, it made him quite nervous.

“Hey, Y/N.” He said, quickly picking up his phone and she heard the shuffling of his files on his desk.

“Hey, Spence. I’m sorry, I know I usually don’t call when you’re at work. Is this a bad time?” She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to keep her tears at bay. She leaned against the bathroom wall at her job. He sensed something off with her voice and frowned. He got up from his desk and walked to the hallway for more privacy.

“No, not at all, I was just doing some paperwork. Is everything okay?” Spencer worried over the phone. She should be at work now. He heard her heave a deep sigh.

“Yeah, everything’s fine...I just needed to hear your voice. I was just wondering if you...would be able to come over tonight, after work, I mean?” She continued to chew her lip to try to relieve herself of her anxiety but it didn’t work.

“Uhm, yeah, I can come over. Are you sure everything’s okay?” Spencer pulled his brows together.

“Yes, I’m just having one of those days...it’s nothing, really. I promise. I just wanna see you.” She smiled slightly at the thought of seeing him, despite the fact that her eyes were leaking with tears. She brushed them away quickly before they made their way down her cheeks.

“Okay, sweetheart, I’ll be there as soon as I finish, alright?” He spoke into the phone, his heart already aching at the thought of her feeling down. The entire train ride to her place, all he could think about was ways to make her smile and destress her.

First, he picked up a bunch of fresh cookies from the bakery that she loves across from Headquarters. She’d driven him to work once and absolutely fell in love with their cookies as she forced him to eat breakfast instead of just gulping down his coffee for once. She’d loved them so much that she passed by the bakery again to buy some more after dropping him off.

Then, he passed by the grocery store to pick up the ingredients of her favorite meal. Now, Spencer was no Rossi, but he can follow a recipe like no one’s business. He also picked up some of her favorite snacks and a tub of ice cream for good measure.

After that, he made it into her apartment with the spare key she gave him, the bags just barely staying on his arms, “Babe? I’m here.” He set the things down in the kitchen and walked through the apartment to find her. Walking into her bedroom, he found her resembling a lump under the covers with the faint sound of sniffling.

“Sweetheart?” He discarded himself of his coat and tie before leaning over the bed to peel away the cover.

“Oh, Spence.” She launched herself at him, seeking a warm hug from her boyfriend. His hands immediately began to rub her back as he pressed kisses to her head while she cried on his shoulder.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” He whispered as he pulled away slightly to massage her shoulders.

“I’ve had a horrible day. My boss is such a dickhead, I genuinely don’t understand how he got the job!” She continued to ramble about her job and Spencer sensed that this stress had been piling for days.

“I’m sorry...you don’t need this. Your job is hectic and you don’t deserve to come home to a crying mess.” She frowned as she used her hands to wipe at her cheeks. Spencer’s heart swelled in his chest at the sight of her.

“Hey, stop that, your job is hectic too. Stress is stress, love, don’t apologize for that. I couldn’t do half the things you do at your job. You are great at what you do and you shouldn’t listen to what some dickhead has to say about it, alright? Now, come on, I’ve got a surprise for you waiting outside.” Spencer smiled as he leaned down to catch her eyes. He smiled wider when he met them and she instantly felt better. Spencer led her outside to her kitchen where she saw the ingredients of her favorite meal out as well as the fresh batch of cookies.

“Wanna help me make it?” Spencer grinned and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes playfully at his excitement.

And so they cooked together in the comfort of her kitchen, Spencer doing a wonderful job of distracting her by telling her about Morgan and Garcia’s latest debacle. Those two were always up to something. When that was over, he’d resorted to telling her corny physics jokes.

“Why can’t you trust an atom?”

She groaned overdramatically from her seat on top of the counter, “Why, Spence?”

“Because they make up everything!” Spencer laughed and she held back a grin, picking out a chocolate chip from her cookie and chucking it at him. He ducked and pointed the spatula he was using to stir the pot with at her, “You’re gonna pay for that.” He lowered the heat on the food so it didn't burn and immediately began tickling her. She squealed in response and tried to push him away.

“Spencer Reid, I’m going…. to kill you….once I can...breathe again!” She said in between breathy laughs as he continued to tickle her.

“Mhmmm, sure you are.” He laughed, finally stopping and pressing a firm kiss to her flushed cheek. He returned to the pot on the stove with a large grin on his face and it was so contagious that she couldn’t look away. Suddenly, with him making her laugh in her tiny apartment, she realized that the stress of the day wasn’t so heavy anymore.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid drabble #criminal minds fanfic #Criminal Minds

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sweet-taiyaki · 4 years ago

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Manhattan on the rocks 🥃

Disclaimer: This is dedicated to a good friend of mine. She’s not on tumblr. But she is attracted to Dabi. I tried to make it as ‘nice’ as possible, but I assumed Dabi would be the one with the reins. RATED XXX, NSFW, 18+ ONLY

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader (she/her)

Featuring: League of Villains

Word Count: 2.4k

Synopsis: Before the LOV found their hideout, you used to work there. It was full of life, but then Dabi entered the bar and changed your life.

Quirk: Telekinesis. The ability to lift anything up to 300 lbs (136 kg)

Warnings: Smut, orgasm denial, fingering, smacking, blow job, cock worshiping, teasing, choking

I was a bartender working my shift in Kamino Ward. It was a lively town full of lights and life. Tourists would often come by. The other bartender, Kenji, I worked with has a quirk to speak all languages to communicate with the guests out of town. A lot of people thought I was a lazy bartender, but I would use my telekinetic quirk to make drinks effectively, accurately, and full of spirit.

I was on my closing shift and I locked the door. With overconfidence, I took the short way home to my apartment through an alleyway. I’m pretty sure that if I encounter a villain that I can beat them. I’m not a hero, but I can defend myself. I think. When I walked down, I heard echoes of raindrops and then faint footsteps behind me, following me. I turn around and no one was to be found. I look up the walls. Nothing. When I turn back around, I was face to face with a man with hands all over his body. His palms went around my arms with four fingers.

“Well hello there,” he said, “You know you probably shouldn’t go this way. There is a lot of danger.”

“I appreciate the warning, but I live this way,” I continued.

“I don’t think you understand,” he went on, “Once all my fingers touch your skin, you will merely turn to dust. So let me tell you again. Don’t take another step this way, otherwise my friends and I have plans for you.”

The League of Villains surrounded me, all poking at me with their quirk. “Tell us when, Shigaraki. I think she would be a great friend,” a high school girl with blonde hair said holding a syringe.

There was no way that I was going to win this fight, but what are they hiding from me? Is something happening down this alleyway where I can’t even access my apartment this route? I didn’t want to get involved, but my curiosity was still sparked. “Okay, I’ll go,” I said.

“There’s a good girl. Now run along,” Shigaraki said. He let go of me and when I started to walk, the girl tried to stab me with her syringe. When I dodged, I used my quirk to hold one of his members from his neck against the brick wall. He was a lengthy man with a scarred-up face, staples on his ears, eyes, chin, and face with dark hair. He begins to laugh.

“And to think you were a hero. I don’t know, this one seems more like a villain to me,” he said with a smirk. The girl injects me with her syringe, and I drop the stapled man. I dodge before she plunged for my blood and ran the other way.

“A drop. That’s all I need,” Toga said looking at her syringe.

The next day, I had off. I was just exhausted from the closing shift. I slept in, watched some shows, and read. It started to rain. I just looked out the window with all the bright lights. It was soothing. I cuddled my cat as I napped on and off throughout the day.

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I arrive for my long double shift at the bar. No one would make eye contact with me. “Hey,” I said to Kenji. “Hey, it’s nice to know you can speak in complete sentences,” he scoffed. I immediately got confused.

“What are you talking about,” I asked. The owner called me into his office. Usually when someone gets called in the office, it’s bad, but I don’t remember doing anything that horrible. I sat down in the chair across from him.

“(Y/N), after last night, I was really disappointed in you, but since you work hard and you’re one of my good employees, I will give you a warning,” he said professionally.

“Last night? I was at home all day,” I said.

“I’m sure that’s all you remember,” he said concerned. He showed me camera footage from the bar. The camera footage showed that I was drunk all over the bar flirting with guests and being obnoxious.

“Sir, I was at home all day. That was not me. Someone must have had a quirk—”

“Enough,” he cut me off. “This is a warning. The next warning, I have to let you go.”

I bowed my head and exited his office. Kenji looked at me to know what happened. “Kenji, someone used their quirk to look like me. I can assure you; I was at home.” He shook his head, but I know he wanted to believe me. “(Y/N),” he began, “Just out of all the bars, you or they had to pick this one? I believe you, but I’m not saving your butt next time.” We laughed as we continued the shift.

Kenji said goodbye as the crowd dies down. I only had one guest and they closed their check. So I was at the bar by myself.

I finished cleaning the bar at close and put on my jacket. A guest barges in the back door and locks it behind him. “Are you open,” he asks. He revealed his face to be the stapled man that I encountered in the alleyway. He didn’t seem like he recognized me, so I tried to stay as calm as possible.

I calmly take off my jacket and offer him a seat at the bar top. “You have cameras,” he pointed out. I created a makeshift table and chair in storage. He sits down and orders a Manhattan. I make the drink for him with my quirk. He lights a cigarette with his blue flame. I knew my boss would kill me if I let someone smoke inside his place, but I knew he would understand if he saw that there was a villain here. Where are the heroes?

I set the drink in front of him. He chugs it and continues to take drags out of his cigarette. “Long day,” I asked him. He smirks and chuckles. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. May I have another, please?” I make him another Manhattan.

“Your quirk. How do you do that,” he asks.

“I use my thoughts to control what I would like to lift. I can lift up to a high weight.”

“How about a cruise ship,” he asked.

“Maybe not.”

He laughs. “I go by Dabi. It’s nice to see there are some cordial people in this world.”

I nod as he finishes his second drink. I go back to the bar to clean up. Storage was hidden by a curtain for some citrus. I come back to him still there with an empty glass and his burnt-out cigarette. “Care for another,” I asked.

“No thank you, uh—”

“(Y/N),” I finished.

He nodded and paid for his drinks. I go back to the bartop and wait until he leaves. He just wanted to destress. Am I now responsible if he kills someone tonight? Am I going to witness him killing someone? I take a peek through the curtain and he is gone. I take a sigh of relief and went back into storage, but then I am pushed up against a wall by my neck. By Dabi. I panic and start to breathe heavy.

“I remember you. You were the one that choked me in the alleyway. Well now that I see you up close, you are stunning. I just wish the world can see how beautiful you are,” he said. His hands light up with blue flames. Is going to kill me?

“I—I’m not afraid to die,” the words escaped my mouth as I gasp for air. “You may be a villain, but there is so much more to people. They have stories that can be similar to yours. We’re not all perfect, but we strive to be.”

He tied my hands to an upper shelf. He laughed. “The people who think they are perfect deserve a special spot in hell. In a way, we are pretty similar. I’m not afraid to die. I just see others to die as an incentive. There’s a lot of wanna-be heroes. My job is to weed out the weak. I like a challenge.”

I use my quirk to raise the objects around me as weapons against him as I am restrained.

“I’ll admit, your quirk is cool, but I won’t use mine on you.” He puts out his blue flames and lifts my shirt and bra up. He starts lightly twisting my nipples. “This is what I really came here for.”

I tilt my head back as he moves his hands down my torso, to my waist, down to my clit. “What a pretty flower,” he said, smiling. He grabs my face and forces his face into mine. He’s scarred tissue was rough, but there was something sweet about his touch. He was forceful, yet gentle at the same time. I felt comfortable as he was touching me. Why? He’s a villain, against anything that was good.

As I ease into his touch, I slowly drop the objects. He pulls away from my face. He smirks as he grabs my neck and I crack a smile back. “You’re a freak. Who would smile with someone choking them? A villain, maybe. Or a slut,” he said.

He slides down his jeans to reveal his throbbing cock. Spun me around with my hands still restrained and slid down my skirt. “You’re mine tonight,” he whispered into my ear as he injects two fingers into me. I tilt back my head with pleasure. Every breath I took paraded in ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said. I started to breathe heavier and moan into his hands. He grabbed my hair to intensify his domination. He pumps his fingers at a faster pace. “I’m—I’m gonna,” I said.

He pulls his fingers out of me, turns me around, and slides up my skirt. “No,” he said, “Bad girls don’t cum.” He takes my restrained hands off the shelf and throws me to the ground. “Suck it,” he said softly. I begin to tease the tip and bottom of his shaft. As I look up, he has a permanent smirk on his face. “You are bad,” he said. He smacked my face and forced my head, taking him all in. I choked as he held my head. “This is how you choke someone properly. You look so beautiful drooling all over me,” he said. Thrusting faster, he tilted his head up in pleasure as he held my face to the bottom. “Fuck,” he pulsed in my mouth, his taste hitting the back of my throat. He slowly pulls out of my mouth, helps me up, and undid the restraints on my hands.

“Hello, anyone there,” a booming voice came from the front door. The voice sounded loud and bold. Must be a hero. Dabi quickly gets dressed and takes my face close to his and whispers, “I’m not here”. He kissed me softly, helped clean up my makeup, and pushed me out to open the door.

“Good evening, miss. I heard there were villains in the area, is there anything that you have seen that could help me,” the hero said entering the bar. Would there be a fight in the bar if I said yes? Would the owner blame me for everything? I was so conflicted on what to tell the hero. I had thoughts of how good Dabi would feel inside me.

“No, sir,” I replied to the hero, “I was just about to close shop.”

“Very well, citizen. Keep your eyes peeled,” he said as he left. Some bar stools fell over when he left. I went over to the door and locked it.

“Heroes. It’s always about them--” Dabi said coming out of the storage room.

“Stay in there to avoid the cameras. I can’t believe I lied to a hero to save you,” I said regretfully.

“Like I said, I’m not afraid to die. But you were a good girl, looking after me. Come here,” he said deep and slow. I followed his request. He cupped my face, kissed me, and picked me up from my butt onto a table. I felt a pool inside me as his kisses deepened. He slides down my skirt and feels my damp clit. “You’ve been thinking about me,” he smirked flicking my flower. He takes off his pants, revealing himself, and teases his tip against my entrance. I tilt my head back with pleasure. I slowly adjusted to his size when he pumped in and out me. I dug my nails into his back and ran my fingers through his hair. He kept hitting the spot perfectly and I couldn’t control myself. “Cum for me,” Dabi said, between breaths. My thighs twitch around his waist as he kept going. I exploded with fireworks, hitting the spot as he watched me, and felt my walls clamp against him. He pulled out, but I could still feel him. He watched me twitch and approached my face. He smiled a little and pecked me on the lips.

“Is there anything else I can do for you,” he said softly.

“Just stay out of trouble,” I smirked. Dabi helped me clean up and straighten out before he left. He used his quirk to light some tables on fire. “What are you doing,” I yelled.

“I’m covering for you,” he said. He stopped in his tracks before he exited out the front door.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll join me. See you on the other side,” he said and disappeared without a trace.

The owner came in the next day panicking about his bar catching fire. “What happened, (Y/N)? Are you alright,” he cried. The police and firefighters surrounded the bar. “I saw on the cameras that a hero came in, asked (Y/N) if there was a villain, then the villain showed up and destroyed the bar,” the owner told police. The hero was also there. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” the hero said. The police brought me in for questioning. I lied about his description. I lied to police that I didn’t know anything.

After a few weeks, the owner sold the bar to someone who remained anonymous. I snuck into the bar. The tables were removed. It was just the bar stools and booths. A warp guy in a suit was at the bar, his name tag said Kurogiri. “Ah (Y/N), I heard your curiosity would be intrigued.” Dabi comes out from the shadows.

“Are you ready to join the League of Villains?”

#bnha smut #mha smut #dabi x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #league of villains #tomura shigaraki #kurogiri #toga himiko #kamino ward #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #dabi #dabi imagine #yandere dabi

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kingofkate · 4 years ago

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Random Rant on Heart no Kuni no Alice (because I want to)

This is going to be stupid long, but I’m not sorry because I want to put these thoughts down.

Basically, this long rant is going to look at the three main games where Alice’s relationship with Peter White is explored: Heart (game 1), Clover (game 2), and Twin World (1.5?????). I’ll look at how their relationship is portrayed and the differences between them.

Let’s start with Heart no Kuni no Alice, the first game in the series. (I’ll be referring to the remake version that only focuses on the main story)

The story of the first game is the introduction to the series, and so Alice’s relationship (no matter who you choose) is pretty basic and there isn’t much story beyond her the romancing. This is most true with Peter.

The entirety of this game, and Alice’s relationship with Peter, is one long stream of Peter pushing Alice’s boundaries to see how far he can get. It’s actually a little scary looking at the way he slowly inches his way through the relationship.

It starts with Peter coming to Alice’s room on his breaks to rest his head in her lap. Even though she doesn’t like it, nothing stops him (she moves room and locks her door but he always finds her and uses a key to unlock the door). Then, he get’s her more comfortable with touching him and with the fact that he is a rabbit.

After it makes the move to them sleeping together (in Rabbit form), Peter starts only sleeping in human form. Once Peter has a nightmare.... uh.... bad dream, he hugs Alice, which leads to this becoming a more common thing. He starts kissing her. Even when she tries to get him to stop he tells her that if she doesn’t give him permission to kiss her, he’s going to do it anyway.

He does try to take it further, but thankfully Alice puts her foot down and he respects that... for a while... Outside of the bedroom, Peter starts trying to get her to advance their relationship status in front of others.

Alice admits they are friends, which makes him happy, but he isn’t satisfied. He gets her to eventually admit they are “lovers” after pointing out that most people don’t make out every night with their “friends”. (somebody hasn’t heard of friends with benefits)

The ball comes around and the canon choice has Alice and Peter go back to his room for the first time. Peter admits that he hasn’t brought her there before because he was afraid that he would scare her away. He was probably right about that, since he proceeds to tie her to the bed and start getting freaky while telling her that HE is scared. Whatever.

Like everything else, this becomes the new normal for them and Alice starts spending more time in his room. This also marks the change in Peter from being unnervingly kind to Alice, to starting to torment her more. He puts this down to trying to get her to “stay”, as her return to her world is approaching.

When the time comes, she does choose to stay. This leads to a conversation with Peter where he admits that he wants her to love him, a huge change to what he used to say. This brings him to tears as he realizes he has become “selfish” by wanting her to love him, even though he doesn’t think she can.

Spoiler Alert (wait why am I putting this at the end of the story?!) Alice already loves him, although she’s pissed at herself for it and refuses to tell him.

The story basically ends with them just deciding to go forward with the relationship and Alice will stay. The End.

I’m not going to talk more about the “No-stay route” where basically Peter just force kisses Alice anytime she asks anyone for information about the medicine Peter gave her at the beginning until she just decides they are dating.

I’ll analyze this more as we go through the second game.

Clover no Kuni no Alice (game 2 I guessssssss?????)

This game starts much later after Alice’s decision to stay. It also goes off the assumption that Alice didn’t have a relationship in the first game and was just friends with everyone.

Right off the bat I’ll say that I LOVE the progression of this game way more than the first game.

The game starts with Alice waking up to realize that both Peter, Ace, and Vivaldi are hiding in her bed. After a long confrontation they all say they were there to tell her about the country straight up moving from Heart to Clover.

They go to the assembly and after getting used to the new world, Alice and Peter (who are already friends at this point) go for dinner.

The second best thing here is that Peter is more chill and happy with them being friends, so the relationship doesn’t start outright. The actual best part of the game is that the relationship is defined and pursued entirely by Alice.

The starting of this relationship is Alice making the point that Peter doesn’t seem to treat her like someone who was “in love with her” would. The point even make more when he tried to kiss her but just ends up kissing her lightly on the cheek.

They start going to dinner because they have to eat and Alice likes having Peter along with her. At the castle, the story focuses more on Peter’s acceptance of her working as a maid (because he doesn’t understand her need to work) and his treatment of the other maids.

There is a great scene where Peter and the maids are arguing with Alice because they all want her to hit them (since they relate hitting with affection). When Peter insults the maids Alice hits him, which makes him grumpy. When she confronts him about it, he admits he wanted her to hit him for him, not to defend the maids. Peter actually understands that Alice was angry and they talk it through.

The two go to town and Peter shoots some guy for bumping into Alice. He then gets in trouble for not cleaning up the “mess” after leaving the man alive at Alice’s pleading.

When Alice sees him later at the castle he runs from her. After a comical chance Alice gives up and sits on the ground, hitting her head lightly against the wall in frustration. Peter comes back to make sure she is ok.

He states that he suddenly felt nervous seeing her happy to see him and ran. They talk about it a bit. Alice tells him that as long as he respects her wishes, he can kiss her. They kiss.

This is a HUGE change from the first game. 1) this kiss comes from a lead up and discussion of advancing their relationship and 2) Alice is the one who initiates it. They kiss more as the days go on, but Peter always asks first since he knows she is uncomfortable showing affection in public.

One time, when they go back to her room at the Clover Tower, Peter actually stops the kissing to talk with her about her past relationships. This is where it is revealed that he wants to kill her ex for breaking her heart, and also doesn’t really like her dad for abandoning her after her mother’s death.

It doesn’t take long after this for Alice to suggest they go on a date. This comes as such a surprise to Peter that he falls off the couch they were sitting on and goes into a panic.

Some time passes and they go on an official date to a field to have a picnic together. Peter changes into a rabbit and they talk. Alice admits to Peter that she thinks she’s fallen in love with him. He is completely silent and changes back. Quietly, he asks if it’s ok for him to hug her (he’s asking permission still) and when she says yes she notices that he’s crying. He begs her not to run away from him. She’s not going anywhere.

But the game doesn’t end here.

The rest of the game is them developing the relationship and dealing with the fact that Peter can’t accept Alice’s decision to keep working as a maid. She eventually asks if they should break up since he doesn’t like her job. He freaks out at this and threatens to kill the other maids if she does. They talk it through together and he relents and says he isn’t happy about her job, but won’t bring it up again.

After this nothing of too much note happens. The game ends (good ending) with them getting freaky in bed. And by that, I mean Alice says she wants to hurt him and Peter is like “yes, that sounds nice.” Then Alice says she won’t and he’s like well that wasn’t nice. And it ends with them in a relationship.

The End.

Obviously the second game is a huge improvement on the relationship of the first game. Alice has been in Wonderland long enough to get to know the people and Peter has been friends with Alice long enough to respect her decisions. They spend more time developing their relationship in a more healthy and realistic way. I love this game.

BUT!

None of this compares to Wonderful Twin World, which is set in Country of Heart, but takes place after the end of the first game. And this game is just... amazing.

It picks up with Alice already in a relationship with whoever you choose. There is a strange storm coming that will change everyone in a random way that will end after the storm and they won’t have any recollection of what happened to them. And the whole story of this game is Alice working through the issues in whatever relationship she is in. No matter who you play, it’s great.

I particularly like Julius’ route, where Julius changes into a super affectionate man who is obsessed with Alice and acts like the boyfriend she wanted him to be. This helps her work through the fact that Julius is generally neglectful of her and doesn’t show affection often.

Peter’s route is nice because it shows them sort of working through his anxiety of the instability of their relationship. While he starts off not worried about the storm, he goes through the steps to help Alice get more comfortable by taking her on fun dates.

When the storm comes the only change with Peter is that he can’t change into a rabbit anymore, and has no memory of being able to do so. At first he isn’t worried, but when they run into Eliot, who can now change into a rabbit, Peter’s anxieties start to show.

Alice always used Peter’s rabbit form as a way to destress after a long day (who doesn’t love cuddling a cute rabbit, right?). After having a dream where she spends time with Eliot in bunny form, she accidentally says her name in her sleep, causing Peter to spiral.

Instead of him going off the handle, they sit together and talk about his anxieties. He admits that though he is happy they are in a relationship, he doesn’t actually understand why Alice chose him. He’s constantly worried that she will change her mind. Now that he can’t become a rabbit, he wonders if she wouldn’t be happier with Eliot.

Alice handles this pretty well and tells him that she loves him for him, not just the rabbit form. And while it doesn’t fix everything, she is now aware that Peter has concerns about her feelings for him and she can make changes to improve things.

Once the storm ends Peter doesn’t remember anything that happened. The go to a church and Peter discusses his interest in getting married to Alice. She turns him down and he asks when she’ll be ready. It ends with her uncertain when that time will be.

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Basically, I love some healthy relationships. And I really love open conversation and respect in a relationship. The first game is somewhat excusable because it was the first game and the start of the series.

The fact that the creators improved on the relationships in the other games says a lot.

The biggest problem I’ve always had with the first game is Alice’s unwillingness to set clear boundaries and the others willingness to just do whatever they want. That’s why I also really like Julius since he is the most adult of the lot and is too busy to treat Alice like garbage. He’s not great for a relationship because he’s so neglectful of her, but since he spends more time defining his relationship with Alice it’s fine. Basically, a relationship is fine as long as both sides set their boundaries and respect the other. This is why Twin World is amazing.

So many “dating sim” games don’t give the main character much of a personality. Alice is great that she has a personality and a clear set of standards.

I’m not super happy of the exclusion of Peter in the remaining games and I would love to see him make a comeback now that the creators have developed further.

The new game will be released soon and we will see if there is any conclusion to the series of not.

So in summary: Peter in Heart --> Hot trash, Peter in Clover --> Good Bun, Peter in Twin --> Best Bun.

Rant finished, I guess.

#heart no kuni no alice #clover no kuni no alice #hkna #peter white #Alice #alice in wonderland

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