#thank you so much for all the support and feedback!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[missameliep]

Awwww!!!! I've found your reblog randomly on my notes and was 🥺🥰😍🥰😍😱🥹😭

Have i seen this before? Have I answered it privately? Am I getting amnesia, or is tumblr messing with me?

I really don't know anymore.

What i do know is this feedback of yours put such a huge smile on my face yesterday, and I went to bed happy and had to read it again now before knowing what to say.

I'm so happy you enjoyed it in spite of being a huge chapter. These days, whenever I get to write Second Chances I'm trying to move the plot foward as much as possible to at least reach the point I want to in their story (even if i dont get to write all that ive planned years ago).

I absolutely love Briar and love writing for her. Briar and Edmund’s side story will develop in its own pace but I'm trying to keep the vibes from book1, when they had a lot going on while all the drama ensues in the main plot.

Oh! I debated so much on including that part of Hamid's reasons to drink, I considered leaving this as something that lingers in his mind but he won't get to share for a while, but I thought it was important for their bond, to build trust and it would mean a lot to Elizabeth that he shared something like that he didnt tell his sisters. It's in her nature, despite trying to be pratical and rational (which she manages to do so much less than she thinks) she is a dreamer and fantasises a lot, including about people, and often projects an aura of perfection nobody can achieve and intimidates herself. Getting close to this group of people and Hamid especially is opening her eyes more and more, not only to what she has to offer but to how much everybody is also struggling with their own things, even if not as tragic and dramatic as her own background...

I have a confession.

The kiss was supposed to happen in chapter 27, but I got anxious and greedy and just went with it. I think they wanted it too, so it's alright. Has it completely messed with all i had written before for the next 4 chapters? Absolutely, but oh well, my children are walking on clouds now...

I wanted the kiss to feel natural, and not be like staged with love confessions and all of that (even though Hamid is the kind of guy who loves big gestures and poetry and eternal love confessions), I wanted to show him being there, enjoying the moment without feeling the urge to follow some script or overdoing it (or maybe fearing just a little bit that if Elizabeth could get cold feet again).

Thank you so much for reading and always supporting my writing, Lori! Your can't even imagine how much it means to me! ❤️

Second Chances - Chapter Twenty Five: It starts with a kiss

Book: Desire and Decorum – Modern AU 

Pairings: Prince Hamid x Elizabeth (OC); Briar Daly x Edmund Marlcaster

Characters: Elizabeth Foredale (OC); Prince Hamid; Briar Daly; Edmund Marlcaster.

Rating: M (see trigger warnings in the notes bellow)

Word count: ~8k

Summary: After the drinking games at Edgewater, before sunrise, someone will reveal their feelings; and fortunately those suffering with a hungover, won't need to deal with it alone.

A/N: 

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except OC. Turkish words are translated in the notes in the end.

Trigger warnings: mentions of past drinking and drug consumption. Reader discretion advised.

This is my submission to @choicesprompts ' Flufftober 2024 Choices - prompts 1 (First Kiss)

September, 2018 – London – Friday night – six weeks before the weekend at Edgewater 

Slumped onto one of the large armchairs settled in the middle of the game room, Edmund used one controller to adjust the lights, a softer blueish hue surrounded them, and the other to select an option, starting the gameplay and its characteristic music blasted. 

Elizabeth sighed and asked, “Are you sure you’re not going? It’ll be fun.” 

“I avoided Theresa’s boring soirée at the Holloways and am finally free to enjoy a quiet night leading an assassin through Ancient Egypt, so unless a raging fire erupts, I’m not leaving this house.” 

“It's Friday night, Ed! I can’t believe you’d rather play video games instead of going out with us… Didn’t you say you and Annabelle were friends?” 

“I’ve said she was Harry’s friend, and we share a few common interests, but pubs crawl or whatever you folks will be doing is not one of them. Could you please move a bit to the left? You’re blocking the screen...” 

Crossing her arms, she huffed and stepped aside.  

“You complained you’re a twenty-four-year-old that lives a seventy-year-old man’s life and yet I’m inviting you to a night out with fun people and you’d rather stay home…” she shook her head slowly at him. 

“Not tonight, Eliza! Maybe next week I can go out and pretend to be young. But give me a few days’ notice to prepare myself...” 

A light tap on the doorframe and Elizabeth’s face darted to the brunette standing with a wide smile framed by flamming red lips.  

“Lizzy, I hope I’m not interrupting… but Annabelle and Luke texted they’re already there.” 

“I was just saying goodbye to my stepbrother. I don’t think you’ve met, have you?” 

The man sighed, before pausing the game. His gaze slowly moved from the screen and when he turned around to face the friend by the door his jaw almost dropped to the floor. The sight of the woman in black skinny trousers and a burgundy blouse waving at him with the most beautiful smile he has ever seen stole his breath away. 

“Hi, Edmund!”  

“Hi. Hello. You... Ah... Hi,” he mumbled, unable to control the increasing racing of his heart. Is this what a heart attack feels like? he wondered, while brushing his clammy hands against his trousers. 

Conscious of the impact she caused, Briar huffed a quiet laugh and shifted to address her friend. 

“Nice to meet you, Edmund,” she said while shaking his hand. “I hope we meet again.” 

“I am going with you!” he blurted out. 

“You are?” Elizabeth’s head whipped in his direction, and she stared in disbelief as he turned off the game and put the controller down at the coffee table. 

“I just need to go to my room,” he said rising from the armchair and brushing past them, “Five minutes. I’ll meet you by the door.” 

Briar’s eyes followed the man almost running down the hallway, and she giggled. 

“Does it run in the family?” 

With a puzzled look, Elizabeth’s eyes darted to the same direction Briar was staring and she caught a glimpse of Edmund sprinting down the hall, “What does?”  

“Being cute and a dork?”  

October 28th, 2018 – Edgewater – Sometime after the drinking game 

It’s hard to tell when Edmund realized it was not the best idea for an engaged man to go knock on the door of a woman who is not his fiancée. It's even worse to do so in the middle of the night while slightly drunk.

He should’ve taken a cold shower to get rid of the idea that wormed its way into his mind, overshadowing every other thought concocted by his brain.

But he didn’t.

Anyways, he hates cold showers.

Staggering out of his room didn’t clear his mind or brought the realization of how bad that idea was. Crossing the few meters that separated his room from Briar’s door didn’t do it for him either. Not even when he tapped lightly with his knuckles, praying she was already sleeping and wouldn’t hear it - however, even then, his heart was clutching at the hope she would. So that was not that enlightenment moment either.

When the door slightly cracked open to allow visual confirmation of the night visitor, Edmund took a deep steadying breath, but it did little to stop his hands from shaking.

A moment later, Briar leaned against the doorframe smiling at him with such warmth that it was impossible not to think she cherished him. Maybe the only woman who ever did. And that was the moment he realised it was either the most brilliant move or his worst idea ever. Still, he once more was torn between the options. 

Playing with a long lock of her hair, her gaze lingered on his face, and she asked with a smile, “Trouble sleeping?” 

“I need to talk. To get this out of my chest. Can I come in?” 

Masking her surprise with another smile, she nodded and moved to the side, no questions asked. 

That was their thing, wasn’t it? Heart to heart conversations in the middle of the night... Only this time, he would also see her face while talking... and maybe he would find the answers he wishes. 

The man zigzagged until his knee bumped in the bed, and he slumped on the mattress. Giggling, she closed the door.

“You’re sloshed, Eddie!” her giggles fanned his face when she sat on the bed beside him and helped him sit up.   

“I’m certainly not. How dare you imply – No, I’m utterly sloshed. I can’t even pretend I’m not.” He let out a heartfelt laughter, and she used a hand to cover his mouth and shush him.  

His clear blue eyes crinkled with a smile. The gentle touch of her hand and the proximity of their bodies made his heart race. It was a shame this blurriness prevented him from seeing her eyes more clearly and the natural form of her lips without any lipstick. But he could tell he loved them nonetheless.

“Quiet or you’ll wake everyone up,” she hissed, but there was no edge on her voice, while her hand slowly retreated. “What do you want to talk about?” 

“You’re beautiful,” he sighed, and a tentative hand reached out to rest on Briar’s cheek, who didn’t flinch. “The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Even more, when I’m sober, because I can really see you... You’re a bit blurred now... and I can’t see your eyes... and I adore your eyes… they are so… so… intense… and warm... and kind... But my mind already knows you’re beautiful. Inside too. Not your insides... insides... like your guts... but your mind and your heart –” He stopped talking when she failed to stifle her giggles.  

“You’re laughing at me!” he mumbled, and pulled his hand away. 

Trying to stifle her giggles, she tried to remedy the situation, placing her hand on his bouncing knee when his uneasiness drove him to the edge of the mattress. She wasn’t certain if she wanted him to stay, but she didn’t want him to leave yet.

“Was that the urgent matter you needed to ‘get out of your chest’?” she questioned with a soft voice, matching the proximity shared. His attention immediately returned to her, and a timid smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. 

“No, but your beauty is too distracting…” There was a lilt of laughter in his tone, and his fingers combed his ash blonde hair back and rested at the nape of his neck.  

“I won’t apologise for that,” she huffed a laugh, and her cheeks were noticeable darker from blushing because of his words, and this alone almost sobered him up.  

Edmund leaned forward, closing the gap between them, and his breath carried the scent of mint flavoured toothpaste mixed with a hint of liquor – more than a hint, actually.  

She suspected the liquor fuelled this unexpected audacity, considering how shy and restrained he was during their ride this afternoon; however, if asked, he would say this was all about her, her presence was intoxicating, and his self-control reached its limit tonight. 

Her breath hitched when his hand touched her cheek this time. Closing her eyes, she revelled on the feather light touch of his thumb caressing her velvety skin, following a path towards her mouth. When he traced the curves of her lips, it quietened everything else but her thunderous heartbeats. 

Her tongue was emptied, no flirty or funny words ready to fly away... In fact, every brain cell was screaming for her to shut up and kiss him; and his were probably doing the same, considering the way his hooded eyes fixed on her mouth when he leaned even closer. Without any warning, he bowed until his lips were a hair’s breadth away from hers. Their gazes locked for a second that lasted an eternity, a silent dialogue between their yearnings.  

The pull of her luscious lips became so irresistible.  

Waiting for permission, his lips ghosted hers and they were so close he could almost taste her exhales. 

Briar said nothing, licked her lips and closed the gap.

At first, his lips touched hers delicately, then more insistently when his hand slid to the back of her neck and brought their faces closer. It was awkward for a few seconds, too much tension, noses bumping and eyes wide open staring at the other; until her hands cradled his cheeks and gently tilted his head to adjust his position.  

This was enough to make it more and more enjoyable. Her lips glided over his, and when she captured his lower lip between hers, he let out a barely audible gasp. And she made a mental note about his reaction.  

More confident, one of his hands caressed her knee while the fingers on the one nestled on the nape of her neck delved into her hair, eliciting goosebumps and she let out a sigh.

The moment he parted his lips, allowing their tongues to meet for the first time, it felt as if the sole purposes of their lips and tongues were to kiss one another.  

When she pulled away to try and catch her breath, his lips followed hers, and she smiled to herself satisfied, both hands cradling his face.  

Meanwhile, Edmund’s entire body tingled, and there was a pleasant warmth enveloping him, as if being swaddled by a duvet someone else warmed just for you.

Looking at her, his brain buzzed with a swarm of thoughts. Did he drink too much or was there really something different about kissing Briar? A spark. An energy. A connection. 

“Did you feel it too? Tell me I’m not bloody crazy…” he asked, leaning his forehead to touch hers. 

“I’m not a psychiatrist, Eddie… but I think you lost your mind. I definitely did, too.” 

With a huff, his head tilted back, and before another loud laughter escaped his mouth, she covered it with her hand. This time, he grabbed it and kissed her palm gently, and her eyes fluttered close. 

“We’re both too sloshed for this...” 

“I can’t… I can’t think of anything else. Only you, Briar.” 

Hearing those words was bittersweet. It was exactly what she hoped for, but not like this. Not a drunk confession. And especially not after spending time with Theresa and knowing she’s oblivious to their flirting and growing affection. And now they’re kissing while she sleeps! 

“You shouldn’t say things like that...” she chided, “Your fiancée is asleep somewhere... over there...” Her free hand pointed randomly at the wall beside them, and he grimaced.  

“This has nothing to do with her… let’s pretend for a moment I’m not engaged.”  

Frowning, she pulled her hand from his grasp.  

“What a nasty thing to say!”  

“Briar,” Edmund called her name, his voice softer and more slurred, but she didn’t look back at him and pushed his chest. “I told you, Theresa and I… that is not real… she doesn’t love me either… she loves… loved… somebody else… not me… but you and I… I –”  

“Is she aware of how you feel? Because the engagement seems pretty real to her! She showed me pictures of bloody wedding dresses!” 

Edmund’s hand rubbed his face, and he exhaled loudly.  

“If you’re here for a one nightstand, just... own it! Don’t sweet talk me...” 

“Briar, I think – not think, I know… I fell for you.” 

Slack jawed, she gaped, and it took her a few breaths to find the words again. “Eddie… You shouldn’t say that either. You do have a fiancée and you’re sloshed… I know you’ll regret everything tomorrow... and leave me heartbroken.” 

“Never. You got me head over heels… I’m yours.” 

Briar’s face tilted upwards, and she stared at the ceiling for a long moment and let out a loud frustrated exhale. If cupid was a real thing, she would murder hers slowly and painfully. 

“Why are you doing this to me?” she muttered under her breath. 

“Is it Woods?” 

“Arthur?” Her head whipped to look at him. “What does Arthur have to do with this mess?” 

“Do you love him?” 

“I-” she paused and pressed her lips together. “I could... eventually... but not when... because of this..." Her finger pointed back and forward at them. 

There was too much satisfaction in hearing those words, and he let out a relieved sigh. 

“You feel it too?” he asked, and his voice was barely above a whisper. 

“What if I do? Does it change anything?” 

Edmund tentatively touched her face and guided her eyes to look back at him. “It changes all!”

“How?” she asked, but immediately changed her mind and waved her hands. “Please, don’t tell me... or... I’ll believe you.” 

“Believe me.” 

He pulled her in for another kiss, and all the fight left her when his tongue swirled with hers. He was already leaning to push her down on the mattress, but she pushed him back.

“No more kissing.” Out of breath, Briar placed a hand on his chest to put some distance between them and held her head high. “Talk. Tell me what you’ll do. I won’t be anyone's playtoy.”

Edmund obediently complied. It felt invigorating to make plans for his own future without consulting with his mother first, and especially plans that included Briar. They talked some more and kissed one last time before sleep claimed their eyes sometime before dawn.

Briar's face was the last thing he saw before his eyes fluttered close, and he thought that was heavenly.

A persistent buzzing noise invaded Elizabeth’s dreamless sleep, almost like the sounds of cicadas in scorching summer nights demanding the world’s attention to their performance. Answering the compelling call, her eyes fluttered open, but it was the same as if they didn’t. Surrounded by darkness, the coldness kissing her feet that escaped from underneath the duvet reminded her it wasn’t summer. She immediately pulled it, rubbing the cold feet against the mattress.  

While her body reluctantly woke up and her brain regained consciousness, she was confronted by confusion and immense discomfort all at once, reminders of the insane amount of alcohol she ingested last night.  

Her head ached as if samba percussionists were beating repeatedly their instruments out of cadence to punish her. The parchedness in her mouth seemed like she had wandered the desert for days. Trying to alleviate it, her lips parted, but her mouth had dried out and it was difficult to swallow and get rid of the disgusting taste sitting on her tongue.  

The buzzing sound echoed again, attacking her ears, and she realized it was probably the mobile vibrating with incoming messages over the nightstand. Even though she wondered what time it was, the identity of the caller or texter and their reasons to be trying to reach her in what she assumed was the middle of the night didn’t pique her interest at all, if anything it riled her up for disturbing her rest. Mustering the strength to reach the nightstand to turn off the phone, she tried to roll over, but something blocked her path and restrained her motion. Not something, but someone. 

In the dark she couldn’t rely on her sight, but her other senses worked perfectly, collecting information of quiet sounds of breathing behind her, the light pressure of a body against her back, and the arm she finally noticed dangling over her waist underneath the covers. And lastly, the fragrance that reached her nostrils was unmistakable. 

“Hamid?” her voice sounded hoarse in the quiet room, almost unrecognisable.  

The body stirred, and he hummed his response. His warm breath fanned her neck, and if she wasn’t so overwhelmed, she would have enjoyed it. 

Why are you in my bed, dude? The question died in her tongue, but not the surprise stirred by his presence. 

“Do you need to go to the toilette again?” his sleepy voice reached her ears.  

Again? When did I even go to the toilet?  

Her mind raced, trying to cling to any memory that could explain Hamid sleeping on her bed. But she found none. Maybe she should take the hint, get up, go to the toilet, wash her face, and drink some water. And definitely get some aspirins before her head explodes, and something for the burning stomach and nausea too. And maybe if she feels better, she will remember. 

“I’m thirsty,” she said fighting the dryness of her mouth. 

His arm retreated, and his hand lightly brushed the skin of her abdomen, and soon was gone, but not the goosebumps on its wakening.   

“The glass is empty, but if you give me a minute, I’ll get you some more…”  

“Don’t worry. I’ll get up…” she said without moving to get off the bed right away.  

His weight shifted in the mattress. Hamid rubbed his eyes and stretched his arm aimlessly until his fingers reached the switch in the wall. The room was flooded by bright light.  

“Turn it off, please!” she squealed scrunching her eyelids. Her hands flew to her eyes, mostly because of the bright lights, and only partially because of the brief sight of his bare torso. “Why are you shirtless? Are you naked?” 

“Don’t you remember?”  

“I-I don’t…” 

“Allah Allah, I thought that was memorable...” 

The pacing of the tiny percussionists inside her brain grew even faster and stronger, and her heart joined the rhythm.  

“What are you talking about?” she dared ask with a strangled voice. 

“The re-enactment of the projectile vomit scene from the Exorcist,” he said very slowly, and realization dawned on her. 

“Oh, my god! I puked? On you?”  

“Fortunately, you had asked me to take you to the toilette, and my t-shirt was the target and not my face.” 

“I puked on you?” she repeated, shocked by the idea. 

What the flying fudge cracker! That's a whole new level of stupidity, isn’t it? Why did I drink this much? 

“I’m so sorry!” she mumbled, hiding her face in her hands. “That’s so gross… I-I… Sorry.”  

She wanted to run away and hide forever, but her body was so tensed it froze. 

“Hey,” he said softly, but she didn’t uncover her eyes. After calling her name, his hand reached one of hers, which she reluctantly let him grab – she couldn’t understand why on earth he was anywhere near her.

“It’s okay, Liz. You did nothing wrong.” 

“I’m pretty sure that’s untrue... I’m mortified... What else do I have to apologise for?” 

“Don’t worry, aside from the vomiting and being horny and handsy, drunk Liz makes delightful company...”

The joke did little to lessen her embarrassment. How can he be so chill about it? 

“What do you mean by ‘handsy’?” 

“You tried to kiss me and grab my butt.” 

“What? I would never!” she protested, knowing well enough that she prefers his sculpted torso and arms to his bottom, even though it has a nice round shape... And she's clearly still a bit horny. 

“You also took ‘no’ for an answer, which was remarkably respectful.” 

She let an exasperated huff through her mouth and pressed her hands against her face. “I can’t have this conversation now...” 

“We can revisit it some other time, I’ll gladly share the details.” 

“How about never?” 

Smiling, he sat straighter and lighted the lamp on the nightstand. His eyes, cleared of sleep, stared directly at hers, “Drinking like that is unusual to you, I understand. And you don’t have to feel embarrassed about what happened.” 

“That’s impossible...” she sighed and looked at him, wondering what else she has said and done. “Just to clarify, you’re not naked…” 

“No, I’m not. And I’d never cross that line. You were drunk and asked me to stay, and I did. To keep you company. That’s all.” 

Relief washed over her, and she smiled. “Thanks. For not… you know… and for sticking around.”  

“Don’t mention it. Someone had to hold your hair up, prevent you from dancing and falling on your magnificent bottoms, and bumping your head on the furniture.”  

“Oh, God! It did happen then!” Hamid nodded. “Is that why my head hurts?” Her fingers raked her hair, searching for any sign of a bump.  

“I’m pretty sure that’s the alcohol.” 

“What time is it?” 

He picked his mobile in the nightstand. “7:45.” Stealing a sideway glance at her worried face, his finger caressed the back of her hand, and he asked softly, “Are you sure you don’t want me to get you something to drink? Annabelle brought a bottle of isotonic drink. And I can get you something to eat…”  

“I – No, I’m fine now. Even thinking about food makes me sick… I’ll go to the... you know… and you... go back to sleep. Excuse me.” 

Hamid let go of her hand, and Elizabeth rolled to the opposite side of the bed, moving away from him, and not looking back even when she felt his stare. She swung her legs touching the carpet and noticed both her socks were gone. Her feet were heavy, just like the rest of her body, and she dragged them on her way to the en-suite. The touch of the frigid floor against the soles of her feet, caused her to shiver, and she mentally cursed not putting on the slippers. 

Closing the door, she barely had the time to turn on the light before her legs started giving away underneath her. Pressing her hands against the cool marble of the sink to support her weight, she avoided stumbling or collapsing to the floor. Performing every little task took too much energy, and she almost gave up on washing her face, but the invigorating cold water gave her the necessary boost to continue. By the time she took the toothbrush to her mouth, she needed to sit down. Flopping down into the wooden bench near the bathtub, she noticed Hamid’s white t-shirt soaked-wet dangling over the rim of the tub, and two pairs of socks hanging on the faucet.  

Suddenly, a panicked Hamid kneeling on the floor in front of her, begging her to keep her eyes open flashed before her eyes; was it a memory or her imagination? 

Her hand barely moved to brush her teeth, and her heavy eyelids were impossible to keep open with all the light around her. She would close them for one second, maybe two.  

The sound of the toothbrush falling and hitting the floor didn’t wake her up, but she couldn’t ignore the soft but persistent rapping on the door. 

“Liz,” Hamid asked softly, “are you alright?” 

Her hand rubbed the foam from her lips and chin, and she picked up the toothbrush from the floor. “I’m fine,” she replied getting up, and the movement made her dizzy. Slowly moving back to the sink, she heard him speaking again.  

“You’ve been in there for a very long time…” 

“I’m brushing my teeth.” 

She washed her mouth, took another gulp of tap water, and tied her hair in a high bun.

When she opened the door, Hamid was standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a worried look. It surprised her that he didn’t go back to sleep or to his own room. 

“How are you, really?” he asked, carefully speaking in a low tone that wouldn’t be uncomfortable considering the aftereffects of the alcohol.  

“I brushed my teeth, but my mouth still tastes like a smelly old brolly –” 

Hamid chuckled and it eased the frown of his brows. “That’s very specific. How do you even know what it tastes like?” 

“My mind does,” she sighed. “My head hurts. My stomach is on fire, and I could drink a bucket of water. And mostly I’m feeling incredibly dumb for drinking this much again...” And puking on you. 

“For now, we can take care of the head and stomach.” 

Walking past her, Hamid crouched and opened a door of the cabinet under the sink. With familiarity, he produced a white box with a red cross painted at the top from the first shelf and took a bottle of antacids and another of aspirins, both were placed on the sink in front of her.  

With a grimace she drank the liquid as instructed and the pill sat bitterly on her tongue while she waited for him to come back with the bottle of Gatorade.

Watching her swig half of the content of the bottle without stopping to breath, an amused smile parted his lips. 

“And for the dumbness –” 

“You’ll keep mocking me endlessly and not let me forget it...” her tongue was quicker and sharper than his ever would, and she huffed in frustration, letting her shoulders slump. 

“Why would I do that?” he asked softly, brows knitted together while trying to meet her gaze. 

She pursed her lips and said nothing in return. Shame taking over, her eyes focused on anything else but his face.  

“A word from you and I’ll never speak about tonight. A joke is not worth it, if it causes you pain. You can expect nothing but understanding from me. Like I said before, I truly believe you deserve kindness, hayatım[1], and not more criticism.”  

Her eyes flicked from her folded hands to his eyes, his expression changing from one of concern to a more relaxed one while he reminisced about the night before.  

“Last night, you have laughed, joked and been the most open around a group of people since I met you. You looked happy, truly happy. Relaxed. And that wasn’t just the alcohol. You were in a safe place and let your guard down. I agree drinking this much isn’t good for you... But why shaming yourself? Why not learning from it instead? You can’t change anything that happened, but you can make different choices in the future, if you desire, no? And if you don’t, I’ll hold your hair up again.” 

There was so much empathy in his tone that if she wasn’t so dehydrated, her eyes would be watering. She mouthed a soundless thank you and he inched closer. 

Standing behind her, he gently squeezed her shoulders, and they looked at each other’s reflections in the mirror.  

Instead of the pink plaid PJs, she was sporting a long sleeved green one with no buttons, and she wondered if Hamid was the one who changed it.  

As if reading her mind, he said softly, “Annabelle changed your clothes, after we cleaned you up.” 

“I must thank her later.” 

That was the first time she truly looked at herself.  

The reflection looking back at her was pale, her usual tan had completely vanished these past months; smudged eyeliner and dark stains of mascara accentuated the dark circles under her reddened eyes, which seemed smaller due to the puffy eyelids. She looked spent. The entangled hair had been pulled into a messy bun at the top of her head, and a few shorter curls had escaped the imposed restraint, sticking out close to her ears and neck. All in all, she was a complete mess while Hamid looked unfairly handsome with slightly flattened bed hair, the shadow of a beard and a big smile that caused the corners of his eyes to wrinkle; somehow, despite the vomiting, and deprivation of sleep she imposed him, there was so much adoration in his eyes that even in her current state was impossible to miss. 

“Hamid, can I ask you a question?” 

“Of course.” 

“Why are you here?” 

“Why are we all here, Liz? Isn’t that the fundamental Philosophical question?” 

“Silly,” she chided, and his chuckle was so very close to her ear when he leaned forward that raised all the hair in her body and fogged her brain for a while.

“You know what I mean! You could be sleeping tight in your bed right now... instead, you spent the night taking care of my dumb drunk arse... when you had no obligation to.” 

“I like your cute dumb drunk arse...” He winked, and she rolled her eyes. 

“I’m serious.” 

“So am I! I’m a fan.”

Chuckling, Hamid hugged her from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist, and he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Someone needed to hold your hair, and let’s say I know what it feels to be so utterly sloshed and not having anyone to look after me.” 

“You do?”  

He hummed. His breath fanned the bare skin of her neck.  

“But I won’t bother you with such an inane story. Let’s get you to bed.” 

“I wouldn’t mind listening to it...”  

His lips twitched, possibly surprised by the request, and he looked at her reflection in the mirror for a long moment, the way she hid a yawn against a palm, but still tried to keep her eyes focused on him. 

“Maybe some other time...” he replied while gently turning her around, but keeping her in the circle of his embrace, “You look about ready to fall asleep in my arms... not that I’d ever complain about that….” He winked at her, very flirty, in that Hamid-like fashion that makes her knees weak, and even though it wasn't far from the truth, she recognized the diversion right there in his words.

“I like a good bedtime story...” she said softly, tilting her face up to meet his gaze over her shoulder, “And your voice...” She might’ve learned a thing or two about charming someone with him.

“Then how could I not humour you?”

Smiling, Hamid helped her sit on the bed and pulled the covers over her legs, and she remained sitting, looking expectantly.

In the dimly lit room, Hamid sat in front of her, legs crossed, took a deep breath and broke the silence.

“I only got really sloshed a handful of times... My sisters took care of me, helped me hide it from my parents... But one time, it happened during a trip with friends... We went to Amsterdam for the weekend to celebrate my 19th birthday. Most of my memories are fogged... You must have seen what happens to six lads with loads of cash partying at Amsterdam...” 

“I actually never been there...” 

“Haven’t you? I must take you there. It's lovely in the spring.” 

His fingers reached her hand, and his thumb was very distractingly caressing the back of her hand, following the paths of green veins till her wrist and back. Another distraction, she realized. Caressing the back of his hand with her free hand in return, she asked, “What happened to you?” 

He hummed, and she suspected he was carefully choosing the words to continue. 

“Everything went brilliant until the night before our flight... We went clubbing and met these girls, very friendly, seniors at uni, gorgeous… and had us wrapped around their fingers.” He chuckled. “We followed them like puppies to another club and to another... By the time we got to the third one, I was so wasted, I could barely stand on my own, but I didn’t want to admit it and go back to the hotel... So, my friend Lewis stayed with me, but while he was away hitting on one of the girls or whatever… I don’t know… I guess I accepted a pill that was definitely not aspirin…” 

“Someone drugged you?” her voice shrieked, piercing her own brain, and she looked at his face over her shoulder, and he clicked his tongue. 

“Nobody was sober at that point, and I probably said I was cool with it...” Hamid paused at her concerned expression and tried to explain, “The day before, I tried space cake and smoked a little hashishe... anyway... It was a harmless experience. We laughed for hours sitting at the grass...” 

“But you were already drunk! You couldn’t consent!” Elizabeth snapped, head racing with all the legal issues this story poses. This was the sort of thing she worried about whenever going our to clubs and parties and one of the reasons she was vigilant with her and her friends’ drinks, and to hear something like that happened to Hamid not in theory made her chest tight, even though he sounded so nonchalant about it.

Hamid’s shoulders raised almost to his ears, and he let out a deep breath; the smile faltered a little and his expression transformed entirely.

Was he regretting telling me?

“Sorry,” she said, shaking her head, “I’m doing it again...” 

“It’s alright.” He intertwined his fingers with hers. “Maybe I should stop, so you can sleep.” 

She shook her head, widening her eyes to fight the sleep.

“I woke up at the hospital. Someone had found me lying on a bench at Oosterpark and called emergency. I had no documents, no coat, and no shoes... It was winter. My clothes were drenched from the rain…” 

“Wow... that's... you could have died...” Elizabeth pointed out the obvious, and instantly regretted it.

“Trust me, I know. The doctor gave me a long and detailed speech about hypothermia. And drugs. And unprotected sex, even though I don’t remember even kissing anybody… They poked me with needles, ran tests and gave me some pills just in case…”  

“Dude…” Elizabeth muttered but stopped before any of the concerns bubbling in her brain escaped again.  

He looked expectantly, but she didn’t know what to say. Taking a deep breath, she struggled to shut down that voice in her mind whispering judgmental and useless advice about something that happenend to him years ago, and listened to her heart. Pushing the covers aside, she moved on the bed and sat on the balls of her feet right in front of him.

“I – I’m sorry this happened to you,” she said softly and genuinely, and his expression eased when no chiding came out of her mouth.  

“I’m not,” he said, and the smile was back on his face. “Almost dying in such a stupid way had positive outcomes.” 

She gaped. “How can you see a bright side in this story, Hamid?” 

“There is always a silver lining,” he said with a familiar cheerful tone, but still soft enough not to bring her discomfort. “First, I realized I didn’t like drinking that much or getting hungover… I dance better, and my jokes are funnier when I’m sober. And from that day on, I’m an advocate of remembering the things I do and not losing my passport. So, I decided not to drink. Unless it is raki with babam and dedem[2]. Second, I don’t know if I’ll live a short or long life; but I can choose how to live my best life, with no regrets, appreciating the beauties, welcoming the joys... and obviously, adrenaline rushing through my veins fuels me!” He looked pointedly at her, and she remembered the incident with the horse. 

“Not with disregard to my safety,” he let out the words with a chuckle, holding her hands in his. “And, when my time comes, hopefully it won’t be blacked out drunk in a park bench...”

She held his hands tighter, as if possible to shield him from such a fate with sheer will. 

“I hope your learning process included finding a better group of friends,” she mumbled, and he chuckled.  

“Don’t be so hard, güzelim[3]. They are good people. At the time, we were too young and sheltered… mortality was not part of our vocabulary.”  

How incredible it must be to be so careless and not have this sort of concern!  

That was never the case for her.  

Death and sickness have been her companions in life for so long that her identity is linked to those grim subjects. In the past five years, no decision in her life has been made without considering either of them. Letting out a long and loud sigh, she pondered how different they were in so many more ways than she first assumed.  

“Gosh, if it were me… I’d…” she trailed off, and he jumped in to complete her sentence, “You wouldn’t leave me alone.” 

Lowering her gaze, but unable to control the blush that bloomed in her cheeks, she admitted he was right and that she wouldn’t leave him alone. 

“However,” she added, “I was going to say that if I were you, I’d never want to see those people again! How could they leave you like that? What sort of friend does that?” Her indignation transpired in her tone and disgusted face. 

“I don’t blame them. It wasn’t their responsibility to take care of me... I’m responsible for my choices, good or bad.”  

Meeting his eyes, there was no shame in them, on the contrary, Hamid’s countenance expressed relief. Noticing the attentive gaze studying him, he smiled. 

“I never spoke about any of this; not even to my sisters.” 

“Why not?” 

“They would gang up on me, obviously… and everything turned out alright. My friend Burak found my coat at the club, my passport and mobile were in the pocket... A happy ending.” 

She watched his face and the wide and bright smile directed at her. 

“You didn’t need to tell me either, so, why did you?” 

“There’s a simple explanation for that,” he said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “In case you haven’t noticed, you are very special to me, Elizabeth Foredale, and I want you to know me. The real me. Isn’t this what people do? To get to know each other?” 

Even in the low light, his eyes were shining. His gaze could be described with many words, none of which was a synonym for friendly.

Touched by his words and without giving herself time to change her mind, Elizabeth’s hand cradled his jaw, and her lips touched his dimpled cheek in a gentle but lingering kiss.

After a fraction of a second to overcome the surprise, Hamid revelled on it, letting his eyes flutter closed to fully appreciate the gentleness of her touch, and his lips stretched into a wide grin.

It was nothing like the fleeting air kisses they often share. 

Before she considered ending the kiss, his hand covered hers, keeping it in place.

The alchool had drained her body, but right now every nerve was suddenly alight by his presence, by the warm touch of his hand on top of hers.

His eyes fluttered open to meet hers in a sidelong glance. They knew. They had crossed the line. They were no longer in friends’ territory. And, for the first time, she let herself want more, ignoring the boundary she herself tried to place between them.

She got greedy. 

When her lips slowly but steadily glided over the roughness of the slight growth of beard of his unshaved face to the turned corner of his smile, Hamid let out a soft exhale through his nose. The warmth of the air travelled over the skin of her hand and wrist inflaming her entirely, and her heartbeats sped up.

Taking a deep breath, her lungs were filled with Hamid's fancy perfume. It was intoxicating in an unexpected way: it quietened the entire world. Actually it quietened her mind. For once, her brain was entirely focused on this moment and all the overwhelming feelings Hamid stirred on her.

Any hesitancy slipped away at the sight of his tongue moistening his lips. And that was the last thing her eyes registered. Her brain could no longer focus on anything that was not Hamid's lips smoothly moving over hers.

His lips were very soft, incredibly so against her own. They brushed against hers for a brief quiet moment, but it was enough to irradiate a heat, an electricity throughtout her body. It was like a dam breaking, and she was flooded with so much want. The second time her lips brushed against his, she was certain this wasn't like any kiss she had before.

She pulled away enough to gaze into his eyes, the corners crinkled by an adoringly smile; even such a diminute distance seemed unbearable to Hamid, and his hand cupped her cheek to close the distance between their mouths almost entirely.

The tip of his long curved nose brushed against the tip of hers, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he said her name in awe, even with her eyes closed. His thumb brushed her lips, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

In her mind, Elizabeth envisioned more than once where and when their first kiss could happen. It always envolved a perfect romantic scenario, careful planning, fancy dinners and Hamid probably literally sweeping her off her feet. However, the reality was unplanned, and her brain might have short-circuited at some point... There's not even a carefully selected soundtrack playing in the background, just the sounds of their breathing and the pitter-patter of rain.

Yet, nothing could be more perfect than the way his lips welcomed hers. Her fantasies couldn’t compete with the reality of the tenderness of every gesture of his, the pressure of his lips, the light touch of his tongue over her lower lip, or the hand cupping her cheek so very gently.

When Elizabeth pulled back, his nose nuzzled her jaw and down her neck, and she gasped. The sound pleased Hamid, who hummed against her jaw and captured her lips one last time.

Her eyes met his briefly, but she quickly lowered her face, overcame by embarrassment and doubts of what to do or say.

The backs of his fingers caressed her cheek, and he whispered, “I could kiss you forever, Liz.”  

When her eyes raised to meet his, Hamid was already staring at her. His gaze could be described with many words, none amongst them was a synonym for friendly, and she rolled her lips inside her mouth.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” 

She shook her head, and took a deep calming breath.

“You make me feel many things,” -- happy, giddy, confused, excited... and several other she'd be mortified to admit even to herself... -- “’Uncomfortable’ is not one of them.” 

His lips split into the widest grin she’s ever seen, before he swallowed and asked in a low and husky voice, “Care to tell me how I make you feel now?”  

“Right now?” Her lips rolled inside her mouth, and she focused on the feeling of being in his arms earlier. Except for her dear father, she can’t remember feeling safer around a man nor willing to spend a lifetime in an embrace. “Happy. Safe.” 

“I am glad you do. I want you to trust me.” 

She met his stare again, and he was flashing a broad unabashed smile. They didn’t move an inch, staring into each other's eyes. Was she even breathing? She couldn’t be certain she was. 

“Aren’t you curious about how you make me feel?”  

His question startled her. Of course, she wanted to know that, but how could she speak over the thunderous beating of her heart and risking dozens of butterflies flying away if she opened her mouth, like in the Brazilian soap operas with magical realism she used to watch with her mother as a kid. She pursed her lips and nodded, which was enough for him to carry on. 

“You also make me feel many emotions, Liz. The most frequent is happiness. A complete, perfect and unwavering bliss whenever I am around you. And even when we’re not together… My days are more vibrant since you are in my life…” 

“Even after tonight?”  

“Why would tonight change anything?” 

“Aren’t you even a little upset? Tired?” 

“Tired?” He clicked his tongue. Leaning impossibly closer, he whispered into her ear, “Inşallah[4], someday you’ll see how long I can keep going without any sleep...” When Elizabeth shivered, the pleased smirk in his lips indicated that was the intended effect, and he rubbed his hands against her arms. “However, you, my dear, seriously need to rest.” 

“Actually, father wanted to have breakfast with me and after brunch I promised to go with Annabelle and Briar to this spa at Moorfield and –” 

“As much as I believe you to be an overachiever, you need to rest, Liz,” he cut off the flood of words. “Besides, the last Annabelle checked on you was around 4am... So, trust me on this, go back to bed, we won’t see any of them before lunch. And message your father, tell him you have a minor headache and will be staying in your room until you feel better…”  

Elizabeth listened to his reasoning and bit one thumbnail. Judging by the way she looked, no amount of coffee would keep her functional long enough to perform any social activity. Finally, she gave in to the irresistible call of the bed.  

Hamid went to the en-suite, while she typed the message to her father, ignoring the stinging feeling in her stomach, that could be guilty from skipping breakfast with him or due to the hole the alcohol probably burnt there. But Hamid was right, it was past the time to prioritize her needs, even if it meant disappointing others. 

After texting her friends, she was about to go through the several notifications in the screen, when the en-suite door opened and closed. Hamid’s silhouette strolling toward the soft light of the bedroom was all broad shoulders and strong arms. Over the screen of the mobile, her gaze fixed at him, admiring his confident swagger towards her.  

The blue light from the screen denounced her attempt of appreciating the sight inconspicuously, and Hamid grinned at the attention but for once chose to say nothing about it. 

When he turned around to settle the medicines and a glass of water over the nightstand, Elizabeth admired his taut muscles, and noticed the dimples on his lower back right above the waist band of his jeans. Her fingers craved to map every inch of his uncovered skin, and the thought alone sent a flow of heat all over her body. She forced her eyes back to the screen and turned the airplane mode on before putting the mobile away.  

Leaning forward, he touched the side of her face gently and kissed the top of her head. 

“I think you’re all set,” he whispered against her hair, “I’ll let you sleep now.” 

“You’re leaving?” her tone didn’t conceal the surprise and disappointment. 

“Don’t you want me to go?” 

“I-I wouldn’t mind… If you wanted to... stay... it’s a big bed…” She fidgeted with the hem of the shirt, without raising her gaze to meet his, and couldn't find the right words to speak, and stuttered the ones she found, even if they didn't make sense, “It doesn’t... mean that we... anything... I guess... but you don’t have to go. If you don’t want to.” 

“I understand," he said, smiling to himself. "If I stay, do we get to cuddle like before?” 

She swallowed and couldn’t prevent the smile from curling her lips whem she nodded.  

Without another word, he sat on the bed.

She moved aside to give him space, and went under the covers, lying on her back. The fragrance of his perfume on the pillows was inebriating.

When the mattress shifted with his weight, she took a deep breath. The lights were dimmed to their softest glow and a moment later, Hamid was lying beside her on his back, stirring the flutter of thousands of butterflies in her stomach. 

He stretched one arm, adjusted the pillow over it, and, with a nod of his head, invited her to rest her head.

Elizabeth obliged, moving closer and let her head rest in the pillow. Hamid's arm encircled her waist, he kissed her temple and whispered in her ear, “Sleep tight, Liz!”

Her answer was an almost inaudible “You too, Hamid.”

In Hamid's embrace, Morpheus visited Elizabeth unsurprisingly fast, not giving her any time for second guessing her decisions.  

A familiar melody invaded his dreamless sleep and Edmund stirred in the bed, failing to recognize his whereabouts.  

The mattress shifted when the woman sleeping beside him turned around, facing the other way. Flashes from their conversation and kisses invaded his mind, but were soon chased away by the persistent melody getting louder.

His hand patted his pants first, and then the space between them until he found the mobile that slipped from his pocket.  

It was dark and he could barely open his sleepy eyes, but he would recognize the caller’s picture anywhere.  

His gaze flicked to the black hair sprawled over the duvet, and he jumped out of the bed, instinctively shying away from the incriminating scene. Moving closer to the wall, he coughed twice, clearing his throat, before accepting the call, and prayed for silence. 

“Hello, mother,” he spoke in the lowest but clearest tone possible trying not to wake the woman in bed. 

“Let me talk to Theresa,” the woman barked the order, forgetting any rule of politeness – not that she reserved that kind of curtesy to her eldest son, especially not after he became the only one. 

“She’s currently not...” Edmund stuttered and considered what to answer. “We’re not together... at the moment. I was sleeping.” 

“She’s not with you!” The woman muttered something under her breath he could only assume were not compliments about his fiancée’s competence to follow orders. “Find her. And have her call me. Immediately.” 

“Alright, mother. I’ll let her know you –” 

Before he could finish the sentence, the call ended.  

The conscience of where he was standing and with whom and the possibility of a scandal was enough to force out of his body any sleep. A last longingly gaze focused on the woman sleeping before he cautiously sneaked out of the bedroom. This was just the beginning.

Notes:

[1] Hayatım – Turkish – term of endearment that means “my life” or “my dear or darling” in this context. 

[2] Babam and dedem – Turkish – father and grandfather. 

[3] Güzelim – Turkish – mean “my beautiful”. 

[4] Inşallah – In Turkish, the word inşallah or inşaallah means "If God wishes and grants" 

[prettyrealm]

Sorry I haven’t been answering many asks lately, I’ve been really busy with commissions, but I see you guys and I’ll get back to you as soon as I’m free! 💞

[elixirfromthestars]

Kiss It All Better

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (established relationship)

Summary: Your boyfriend Peter hasn't contacted you in days, but one stormy night in a dark alley would change that.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning(s): none really / fluff / sprinkles of angst / if you squint you could maybe see some hurt + comfort

requested by anonymous

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A flash of white light illuminates the narrow alleyway you are walking through. A loud rumble follows, practically shaking the concrete beneath your feet. The storm would start any second now and you would most likely get caught in it if you didn’t make it home soon. Your pace quickens as you begin to make haste. 

Getting caught in the rain would only worsen your mood. 

Your footsteps echo and bounce off the alley walls. The wet concrete smell mingles with something sour making your nose scrunch up. You hold the strap of your bag tight against your chest, a small comfort in the night. The dark clouds in the sky hide the moon from your view, causing only a few street lights to vaguely cascade their glow onto your path. The shadows cling to the brick walls around you making your surroundings more ominous than they really were. 

This was a bad idea. You know this—anyone would know this—it was common sense. You shouldn’t be walking down a New York alleyway alone at midnight. However, you had little to no choice with no cabs in sight and no rideshare vehicles available. You’d have to make the journey on foot if you wanted to make it home before the storm worsened. 

Your apartment was only a few blocks away from your job, and you already had an established route you took back and forth. It was a longer route—more scenic—and on nicer days you enjoyed strolling along it accompanied by your favorite tunes. However, on nights like this when the sky decides to descend a tempest upon the earth—you prefer to take a risk with this shortcut.

A few droplets falling on your head turn into streaks and then a pour—catching you off guard. You didn’t think the ferocity of the water would pick up so quickly. You hurried over to take refuge underneath the slight coverage of the fire escapes lining the brick wall to your right. The cold metal frame above did little to shield you as droplets fell from it onto your head. Nevertheless, this would have to do until you could determine your next move. 

You could run the rest of the way home and hope you didn’t slip in the rain—or you could give the rain a few minutes to die down and then run—the idea of waiting brought an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You dreaded having to be out here longer than you needed to be. 

Would it really be safer to run though?

As much as you didn’t want to wait you decided it would be better than falling face-first into a grimy puddle. You shifted on your feet, the soles of your shoes squeaking against the pavement, your body shivering as the water soaked through your thin jacket. Each second seemingly stretches out endlessly as you watch the rain crash and splatter against the ground. 

You took out your phone to check the weather app. Your hand resting perpendicular to your forehead as a makeshift shield to protect your phone from the rain. Droplets still fell on your phone anyway and with the way the water clung to your hair and eyelashes—your vision was more than obstructed. 

So much so that you didn’t notice when a shadow loomed over you. 

“Hey beautiful,” a voice directly next to your left spoke, startling you. A gasp left your lips as fast as your heart sped up. You jump back from the source of the voice, creating as much distance as you can without slipping into the full force of the storm. You turn to see who it belongs to, your phone tightly gripped in your hand. 

When your eyes met the white ones on the red mask, your body immediately relaxed from its frozen state. A breath of relief escaping you that sounded more like a choked laugh. 

“Baby, I swear I didn’t mean to scare you!” Peter sounded apologetic while laughing all the same at your reaction. He was hanging upside down by a thick string of web when he lowered down to be at eye level with you. Small streams of water cascade down his superhero suit, pooling at your feet. 

You scoff still a little shaken, “You thought sneaking up on me wasn’t going to scare me?” You put your phone back in the pocket of your jacket, hand on your hip as you try to follow your boyfriend’s logic.

You can’t see Peter’s face, but you know him well enough to know the awkward boyish grin he must be dawning under that mask. “Well…I didn’t think it would scare you that much…” his tone was sheepish and yet just as you assumed, you could see the outline of his smile through the mask.

You look at him shaking your head, playfully rolling your eyes. Whatever annoyance you felt melted away at his presence. Your heart now beating at its normal rhythm. However, his presence also reminded you of his absence this week. Peter hadn’t contacted you in days, and while you were doing your best to be understanding, it still hurt. 

“Nice of you to drop by. Haven’t spoken to you in like,” you count the days on your hand to emphasize the number,“five days. Seems you forgot all about me,” you cross your arms, a resentful look overtaking your features.  

Peter scratches the back of his neck, stumbling over his words. He almost loses balance, his left hand quickly returning to where it was before, holding onto the web with both hands. You frown, unsure as to why he needs both hands to keep steady. Worry overcomes you when the thought of him being in a fight before he caught you here crosses your mind. 

“About that. . . I’m really sorry, Y/n. I promise I didn’t mean to disappear like that without warning. The city’s been hectic all week! Criminals are popping up left and right and I’ve been tracking down this mobster ring—it’s been too much to handle. I couldn’t keep up. And I–” he stops himself to get a good look at you, “I’ve missed you so much,” Peter finishes off his remorseful rambling with a sincere statement. 

He has missed you. More than you’ll ever know. He’s barely eaten, slept, or cared for himself. Neglecting his own needs to make sure the city was safe. Because to him as long as the city was safe so were you—and that meant the world to him. Yet, in keeping his attention on the city he lost sight of where he wanted to be the most—with you. 

The sentiment was mutual. While the city needed Spiderman, you needed Peter. 

Even though he does his best to hide it, you pick up the tiredness in his voice. The way even upside down you can see how his shoulders sag, his overall posture droopy. You notice the way he slowly sways where he hangs, not making much effort to stay in place. You assume he’s done little to take care of himself these past few days. That combined with potentially getting into some sort of tussle moments before arriving—it’s no wonder he struggled earlier to keep his balance with one arm. 

Your gaze softens, stepping closer to him, the rain long forgotten. “ I get it, Peter. I do. I’ve missed you too. You know I’ll never hold being Spiderman against you, but you need to talk to me. Keep me in the loop. Let me know you're okay. I was upset you hadn’t contacted me, but more than anything I was worried. I was afraid something had happened to you,” you say your voice laced with concern. In his absence, you constantly checked news channels to make sure no one had reported Spiderman getting severely injured or worse. 

You avoided all week thinking about the worst-case scenarios.  

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I promise never to do it again. I know I have to get better at communicating. I just don’t like worrying you. All week I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was on my way to your place when I saw you here in the rain. You really shouldn’t be walking alone at this hour,” Peter’s tone goes from repentant to firm by the end. Hating the thought of you putting yourself in a risky situation. 

You gave him a look as if to say now is not the time to be scolding me. He sighs, reluctantly conceding in hopes of bringing this conversation up at a later time. Right now he wants to do anything to make it up to you. Anything that could sweeten up his apology. 

“I know I messed up, but I think I know something that could make this all better,” he says an idea popping into his head. 

“What?”

“How about a kiss?”

You laugh softly at his suggestion, not being able to stay mad at him for long.“I think that could help. Although, I’ve never kissed someone while they were upside down before,” you mention with amusement. Tilting your head to look at him sideways. You wonder how he’s able to stay like that for so long without getting dizzy.

“Well now’s your chance, baby. I’ll need a little help with the mask though,” he says as you close the distance between you. You happily oblige his request, lowering the mask off of his face. A fond smile appears on your face when your eyes meet his brown ones. The warmth and color inviting you in like a hot cup of coffee—a solace you sought in the cold rain. They pull you in until your lips meet his, your hands holding his face gently.

You both melt into the kiss. Rain droplets joining in, but neither of you mind. In this moment it's solely you two and the feelings for one another catching up after days of longing. How either of you could have gone so long without this—without each other—neither of you knew. 

Maybe five days isn’t long for others, but because Peter risks his life on a daily basis, every moment spent with him means the world to you. 

You pull away to catch your breath, “I think that definitely helped,” you say softly. Peter beams at you, swinging his body so that in a swift motion he’s gone from his upside-down position to upright—standing before you. He reaches out and pulls you into a tight embrace. Holding you close and planting a tender kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I love you so much. I promise to fully make it up to you,” he says in a loving tone. You shake your head lightly, “Peter, having you here is enough. You really don’t have to–” he doesn’t let you finish. “Maybe I don’t have to, but I want to. Let’s get you home and into some dry clothes. I’m staying with you tonight. I want to hold you all night and in the morning I’ll make you breakfast in bed,” he proposes in soft whispers as his forehead rests against yours. 

“You know I can’t say no to that.”

“Good. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer anyway.” 

Your laughter mixes with his own at his playful tone. He holds you more securely against him as he prepares to take you both back to your apartment. You weren’t keen on swinging across the sky like he was—especially in this weather—but knowing you would soon be cuddled under warm covers with him would make it all worth it. 

You would weather any storm for him, as he would for you—always.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Seeing Stars 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Summary: You struggle to be star struck by the world's most famous super soldiers. (grumpy!short!reader)

Note: Guess this is happening.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The lights, the noise, the crowd, it's all a bit much. You move out of the way of another Red, or, Black Widow cosplayer only to nearly bump into a rather short but broad Thor. At least, you think you have those right. You don't know. Bonita is more into this stuff. You're more here for moral support, or more realistically, to carry her bags.

Didn't she tell you she was trying to cut down her spending? You've already tallied up more than you'd spend on groceries on a single poster and a bobblehead hero. Which one was that? The one with the metal arm…

You jostle against Bonita to keep from brushing against a stranger. You're not much for human contact as it is, but you'd rather it be here than that guy in the Spiderboy outfit doing twirls. You can respect the passion but it's all over the top. Someone's going to get hurt.

"Alright, signature time!" Bonita claps her hands and leads you over to a long queue behind a velvet cord. A man in black asks for her VIP pass. She shows it and you see the not so subtle total on the receipt; $500! That's robbery. These Stark Industries-issued heroes don't need all that.

You keep your grumbles to yourself and cross your arms to follow her. The man stops you too. You reel back and give him a glower.

"Relax, I'm carrying milady's things," you raise the bag and bobblehead. "I'm not interested in having a class photo."

"Please, sir, she's not really into any of this," Bonita adds with a cute smile. He considers her and drops his shoulders. He waves you through.

You shuffle along with the line of bodies. You lean to the side as you try to see the front. It zigzags back and forth. You're going to be here forever.

"Why couldn't Mo come with again?" You drone.

"Because he's a butthead," she whines. "Couldn't even pay me back for getting the tickets on pre-sale so he can miss out!"

"I didn't pay either," you mutter.

"Yes, but you're more fun. My brother's spoiled. He deserves it."

You nod and move with her as the queue shifts again. It's easy for her to come out and spend all this money. She still lives at home. You're not judging her but she also doesn't seem ashamed of it either. As happy as you'd been when you got out on your own, you sometimes wonder what it'd be like to have people to fall back on.

"It's going to be so cool. I got a photo with both of them! EEEEE!" Her squeal has you touching your earlobes.

"Both of them," you nod dully.

"Captain America and the Winter Soldier," she exclaims and claps her hands. "Do you think they'll like my outfit?"

You look her up and down. She wears a star-spangled corset and a red and white striped skirt. She's like an excitable flag. You shrug. "It's cute, but you must be cold in here," you peer up at the high-ceilings and the fans swirling the air around.

"Nope! Too excited," she assures you.

"Cool."

You might not be into any of this but you try to be a supportive friend. Bonita's a bit flighty but she's not a bad person. Really, you admire how into things she gets. You have your things but she's about as interested in those as you are in super soldiers.

She chatters on about the photo. Do you think they'll sign it too? Oh, she needs to put it right above her desk. Obviously, it's going to be her phone background. You nod and peer around vaguely.

She thrives in place likes these. Bright, loud, and chaotic. You'll take something warm to drink and a book. She'll join you if you throw in some face masks and the like.

It's more than hour before you're in sight of the front table. Your feet hurt from standing mostly in one spot. You stretch your neck one-way than the other as you near the head of the line. You stand right by the stanchion where the cord opens.

Someone emerges from behind the curtain and you have to quickly step out the bouncing soldier's way. Is it considered stolen valour or an homage? As you move, your elbow hits someone else and you spin to face the unexpected figure.

"Oh," the man catches your elbow as you look up at him. Dark beard, dark hair past his chin, wide shoulders, and straight posture. His blue eyes seem familiar. "Sorry, miss. I'm just trying to get back to my station."

You sidle closer to Bonita as she gasps. The man brushes his fingertips down your sleeve as he passes and heads for the table. He stops to speak with the person handing out merch then proceeds behind the curtain where the flashes have been steadily flickering behind.

"Gosh, can you believe that?"

"Believe what?" You stare after him.

"That was him. Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier," she exclaims. You blink at her and she scoffs.

"God, you're so lame. I can't believe you had no idea."

"I dunno," you pop your shoulders up and down. "Not my thing but that's cool."

"Oop!" She hops on her toes as the person at the table calls for the next in line, "that's me."

"Have fun," you say as you move aside with her haul.

She skips up to the table and shows her phone again. She takes the SWAG they offer her as they explain the next step and point behind the curtain. As she disappears behind it, you hear her squeal. You wonder if super soldiers have super hearing. That must've hurt.

You sway as you wait. Your name cuts through the air as you space out staring at a banner and you look over as Bonita waves from behind the curtain. You hesitantly cross the floor, expecting to be stopped.

"They want you to join!" She says.

"What?" You stop a foot away from her head as it appears to float between the curtains.

"Sure. They said why not? Since you waited in line."

"Oh, no that's… fine. I'll stay out here."

"Come on," she huffs and grabs your wrist, dragging you through. "Here she is!"

You step through and scan the space. There's the photographer patiently waiting behind the camera. Across from the lens, two large men stand with smiles that you can tell are all for show. This is a paid appearance for them.

"Hey, how about it?" The blond asks and beckons you over.

"I guess if you want me too, Bonnie," you say to your friend without acknowledge the man you know to be Captain America.

She brings you over with her and stands you between her and the brown-haired sidekick. Bucky steps closer and you wince as his hand goes to your lower back. You suppose it's normal given that you're getting photos but you want nothing more than to growl at him.

"Alright, everyone set?" The photographer looks at the camera and adjusts the lens. "Smile."

The flash goes as you refuse to follow orders. You're not much on smiling. You stand there like a mannequin as your vision speckles from the light.

"Oh, Steve, um, will you pick me up for the next one?" Bonita asks. You cringe and step away from Bucky's hand. He looms close as you squirm.

"Sure," Steve accepts breezily. He lifts her with no effort at all as you give a skeptical look.

"How about you?" Bucky touches your arm again and you draw away reflexively.

"No thanks," you curl your shoulders inward as you try to shrink down. "I'm good."

"Alright," the photographer says, "everyone together."

"Um, I think I'm going to step out, actually--"

Too late. Bucky puts his arm over your shoulders and crowds you as Bonita poses in Steve's arms. Your eyes round in horror and the camera blinds you again. She's really going to owe you for this one.

[tarotbyjam24]

Your 1st time with them in bedroom 18+

Minors dni

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Hi pile 1 your first time with them could be due to wanting some benefits from them . It could also be due to you feeling like a outcast and you just got indulged in this activity with them because all people around you were sleeping in beds and you also had desire to do so because you were feeling like a lonely fish in a big sea that got caught by a fisherman in a small cup not even a bucket . Your first time with them can also lead to you having some new ideas or they acting like a support you need while taking actions in your life sectors . Getting engaged in s*x with them could lead you finally ending your lonely life and finally having a person to rely on who will be there for you in every season and in your highs and lows . Also you guys gonna like each other's n**ed body so much . I also feel this connection was divinely guided or probably a old person did this setting for you . I also feel there could be a chance of you liking deep penêtr@tion and going in multiple rounds with intense passionate fires 🔥. That's all pile 1 I hope you enjoyed reading , blessing you with an amazing love life 🤭

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Hi pile 2 your first time with them is gonna be in balanced manner both of you gonna pour in each other in a balanced way not pouring it out at all and crossing boundaries to keep the fires still going on .I feel most of you gonna like to do it in bathroom rather than in bedroom or near like water bodies or where there's source of water . I also feel you guys could be in blindfold play and involving chains\ sharp objects . I also feel your first time will be due the heated argument you guys got involved in and it leading you to having s*x with them . A makeup s*x after fights . I also feel it could be in the house where there're other people also living in probably your parents or other nosy people so that leading you to doing it in bathroom . If that's not the case heres another case your first time will be all planned up like you dressing in lingeries , hairs done , makeup done , jwellery put up, perfume\pheromones sprayed up , slow stream music playing in background, bed all set up for the vibe and you're just waiting for your spouse to devour you all night . I'm also feeling your first time could be on your honeymoon . That's all pile 2 I hope you enjoyed reading , blessing you with an amazing love life 🤭

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[deerspherestudios]

Short Break and To Dos!

Hello all! 🍄🍄👻 I'm glad to see people enjoying Day 3 so far! I was so nervous about showing another side to Mychael in the update I thought people wouldn't like him as much but plenty have reacted positively! ❤️

I'll add a TLDR; above the read more, but if you don't mind my ramblings and want more details about everything, I'll write everything below! Light spoilers ahead!

I'll be taking a short break from MO development until 28th October to work on a short VN for the Monstrous Desires jam!

Most probably missed it, but there's a tiny small patch to Day 3 explained here.

Queue will return soon! I just gotta handle some housekeeping first with my Patreon.

Regarding the feedback on Day 3, I'm glad people aren't as averse to the new side of Mychael, in that he isn't always soft and sweet. I want people to fall in love with a person after all, not a yandere caricature, and that means that person can get upset, angry and sometimes irrational when we don't know what's going on in their head even towards the subject of their affections. While some (understandably!) were shocked about his reaction to the mushrooms, it'll be clear as to why (hopefully!)

Some of you have given incredibly accurate theories, and I'll take that as something I've done well in building up the mystery!!! I'm excited to share more in the next update, but for now!

1. I'll be taking a short break from MO development to work on a short VN for the Monstrous Desires jam!

What I have planned for Day 4 of MO might be the biggest update so far, since one route will lead to a few official BAD ENDINGS as opposed to 'dead ends' like the current demo has. To those who really want to, you finally get to see Mychael at his worst. As usual, writing the script takes a few months with plenty of changes in between, and I don't wanna bulldoze ahead and rush the story when it's getting to the climax!

But before I jump into all of that I just wanna give myself a creative exercise and try exploring a different theme, style and setting with a fresh new character for the jam! Since I'm a sucker for the trope... yes, the new blorbo will also be a yandere, sorry, I'm predictable.💔 The jam ends on October 28th so development on MO will continue then!

The last time I wrote something remotely sci-fi was in high school, so this will be fun to try!

2. Most probably missed it, but there's a tiny small patch to Day 3 explained here.

What it says on the tin! If you've already played Day 3, rest assured there's no significant story changes. Just an updated credits list, three extra sprites for one route and a small fix in the code.

3. Queue will return soon! I just gotta handle some housekeeping first with my Patreon.

Plenty of people have sent such sweet and encouraging messages to my inbox on what they thought of the update and I cannot thank all of you enough for the support!! I can't wait to post them out to archive them on the blog and answer all your interesting theories and queries in my queue!

But for now I'm due for a short break from my socials and to catch up on my Patreon sketch requests haha. I also plan to release cut content from Day 3 for my Yearling and Deer patrons. Plus, I'll be working on some written prompts for extra lore so that's something to look forward to!

I'll be back soon! Take care, fireflies!! ❤️

[lacydollette]

pov: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially younger gf ! four

youruser

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youruser moments I didn’t get to share yet ☕️

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girlytingz tate and y/n serving iconic duo 🤐

youruser u best believe so 🙂‍↕️

forjensenandy/n she is so trophy wife coded

j2lover for real! @/jensenackles where’s the ring at?

gibson-g1rl the face card is LETHAL

bowblogger y/n should def be a pinterest blogger

casmybeloved still not over the fact that they’ve been dating for 8 months now

tatemcrae miss ya already, can’t wait to see u in Dallas!

youruser me neither babes 😽

luvfory/n in my head im best friends with her

dreamyjackles last pic is my fav

jensenackles

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jensenackles had the best time at the premiere of The Boys Season 3 ! and thank you @/youruser for tagging along and being my biggest supporter 🧡

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jacklesfan_1 so nice to see jensen happy !!

youruser so so proud and beyond excited for u my love ❤️

jensenackles couldn’t do it without you

forjackles im crying 🥹 my parents

yourfavwichester soldier boy is the best character

beausling HIS HAND IN THE 3RD PIC??! GOING FERAL

forjensenandy/n if they break up i’ll never believe in love again

jaredpadalecki so deserved brother 🧡

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ev1lwitch y/n should join the show

ellielovesdean can we pls not make this about her rn and just focus on jensen’s work instead? thx 😊

mymishabear luckiest man alive rn

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youruser drum roll please 🥁 go watch Season three of The Boys on @/primevideo now !!

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samstielcore y’all are the perfect couple

girlblogger1 THE FIRST PIC??!! IMMA THROW UP HE’S SO- 😩

yourbestiesuser “no sex in the elevator”

youruser sry, i suddenly forgot how to read 🙂‍↕️

casmybeloved oh so they’re freaky like that 😶

acklesbabyy WDYM??! I CANNOT DO THIS RN WTF

girlyvampz literally my wattpad dream couple

witchyville all these reaching 50 adults wanting to be with someone who’s barely past the drinking age is wild to me 😂😂

rowenalcver gosh ur life must be so miserable 😔

carasblog how to be y/n’s bestie no borax no glue pls

dazzlingsammy wish i was that wine bottle

verslaafd tryna flex u r not cool or smt

y/n_defender jealous much?

deanieboy BRAT

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back to feeding my kids 🎀

feedback and requests are greatly appreciated!!

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[formulafics]

★ LOOKING OUT FOR YOU | LN4

Scenario: when mercedes driver yn/ln starts performing at a lower level than usual, lando realizes that it’s not just the jet lag getting to her. (requested)

Pairing: lando norris x fem!reader (drives for mercedes)

A/N: requested by anon, i hope you enjoy! i fought for my life with the texts for literal hours 🧍🏻‍♀️thankfully i figured that out. also reader is teammates with george but honestly you could picture it as lewis if you wanted to LMAO

requests open for smau’s

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mercedesyn thank you to my team, my fans, and especially @/landonorris for all the support. sorry to disappoint these past few weekends.

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landonorris don’t beat yourself up, yn. i know you’ll be back next race!

lewishamilton we all have bad weeks. you’re an insanely talented driver, don’t let these past few races make you think otherwise.

georgerussel63 you’ll be back on top in no time. you fought today, we all saw it. ❤️

mercedesamgf1 keep your head up, yn! we’re still happy as ever to have you on the team and looking forward to our future races and possibilities.

ynsnumberonefan THIS HURTS SO BAD. yn we love you so much.

hamiltonion hoping for some better results next time! you got this.

mercedesyn

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mercedesyn spent the weekend with my favorite boy. a much needed break.

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landonorris love you ❤️

norrisnation I LOVE THEM SO BAD

⤷ papayaclub yn is a saint for giving us these pictures

supermaxmaxmax watch her fuck around and win the next grand prix

⤷ letsgoyn this aged beautifully

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[sterredem]

The Tortured Poets Department

F1 grid x Driver/singer!reader

Face claim Olivia Rodrigo

Summary She’s the first female driver in a long time. But that isn’t the only thing she can do.

Warning hate, sexism, not proofread, spelling mistakes

A/N I love this. This was supposed to be apart of the four series but I will not be making that so now it is a one shot. I will not be making another part with this character, I will make a few more gifs like this type.

Also the dates and spelling in the video and the fic is also wrong because I made this a few months ago. So don’t mind that and ignore it.

Don’t forget to repost and comments. And feedback is appreciated❤️🫶

Instagram

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Yourusername P1 BABYYY!!! And for that lovely podium here you get a bit of a photo dump🫶🫶 thank you for all the support!🫶❤️

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Conangray P1 baby!! Ur such a cutie

Yourusername Ur a cutie!

User1 Always knew you could do it!

User2 I just know you will be World Champion!

Porsche_f1 So proud of u!

User3 I love the difference in the pictures! With the 1st few being racing and then being silly

User4 She doesn’t deserve it!

GracieAbrams what happens with the car in the 6th picture??

Yourusername Nothing!!!!!! I promise!!!!! I am a professional racing driver!!!!

GracieAbrams Yeah…! Sure…!

Yourusername I promise! It is nothing! It was just a little accident!

GracieAbrams Oh yeah sure! @Conangray you believe this?

Conangray Oh of course! It was just an accident!

GracieAbrams YOU WHERE WITH HER?? Why didn’t you stop her?!?!

Conangray As I said nothing happened!

User5 I love how everything is car related but very subtly

User6 How is she friends with so many singers??

User7 well it is only 2 and they know each other through being famous

User6 still! Isn’t it weird? She has also interacted with bigger singers like Taylor swift, Lana del Rey and Billie eilish

User7 it is probably just because they are all successful women! And they have all been in the paddock!

User6 yeah, probably

User8 she doesn’t deserve it! A lot of other drivers did better than her!

User9 So happy to see more females in motorsports!

User10 doesn’t she look a bit of to you? In a few of the broadcasts she looked really tired and pale.

User11 it is probably just stress from the racing. And she said that she doesn’t wear make up on race day so maybe it is that too.

User12 notice how non of the other drivers comments or like her post? It is like they are ignoring her.

User13 it’s because they didn’t want to have any cheating rumours. Some of them said that in an interview

Susie_Wolff Good job Y/n! Proud of you!

Yourusername Thank you Susie! It was good to see you again!

User14 it is so sad to see how little drivers interact with her. More people have talking with Logan then with Y/n

User15 Omgg your right! I have noticed it too. It is her 2nd year and a lot of the drivers (especially the younger ones) are avoiding her or have never talked with her!

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A few months later (the last race)

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Yourusername World champion! Whohooo! Thank you so much for all the support and being with me on this journey! I had an amazing season and hope that there are many more to come! And this is only my 2nd season! Again thank you everyone for all the support and the congratulations! Love you all!

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User1 GOOD JOB Y/N!!!

User2 I WAS RIGHT!!!! Congratulations Y/!!!!

User3 Congratulations Y/n! You deserved it!

Conangray THATS MY BEST FRIEND PEOPLE!!!

Yourusername YOOHOOOO!!

User4 undeserved!

User5 You don’t deserve it! It is a man dominated sport for a reason!

User6 She only got in to F1 Because of her connections and her looks! I wouldn’t be surprised if she slept with someone for this!

User7 So happy her and her ex broke up! He didn’t deserve her!

GracieAbrams SO PROUD LOVE!!

Yourusername TKANK YOU!!!!!

User8 I understand why the drivers don’t talk to her. She is so annoying!

User9 Happy to finally see a female win in motorsports!

User10 HAHA THE 8th PICTURE IS SO FUNNY!!!!

User11 So happy to see her happy!!

User12 I am still a bit confused about why not any of the driver interact with her! They didn’t even congratulate her! Only the older drivers did!

User13 So proud of you!

Susie_Wolff Congratulations Y/n! I am so proud of you! Liked by author

User14 Such a slut!

User15 Kys! Nobody likes you!

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A week later

Instagram

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Yourusername here’s a toast to my real friends🫶 After a busy season it is always good to return to the people that you love🫶🫶❤️

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Taylorswift Always fun to hang out! We need to do it again soon!

Yourusername Always! I had a lot of fun!

Honeymoon It was great meeting you! Hope to see you again!

Yourusername Teah! Totally! It was really nice meeting you too!

KiraKosarin Lovely to see you again!

Yourusername Yeah for sure! We need to do it again! Liked by KiraKosarin

TateMcRea OMG I AM IN THE PHOTO DUMP?!?! Jokes aside I had a lot of fun!

Yourusername Of Course you are!! And I also had a lot of fun!!

IrisScot Ugh I hadn’t seen you in so long! You really are a busy girl!

Yourusername Yeah you’re right! I promise to make more time for you !!

GracieAbrams I am so happy you used that picture and not a different one!

Yourusername Yeah, I thought I would be nice. And now I still have black mail material🤭🤭

ConanGray u r a cutie pie🥰🥰

Yourusername no you🤭🤭

MadisonHu I am in it twice??? Omg you love me!!

Yourusername Ofc!!

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The beginning of the season (1 or 2 races in)

Instagram

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F1 Kimi Antonelli is set to replace Y/n y/l/n for the next races.

Y/n has due to personal reasons decited to give the seat up to Kimi.

We wish Y/n a good time and Kimi a good start in F1

#f1 #y/n_y/l/n #kimi_Antonelli

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User1 Oh?

User2 good luck Kimi!

User3 sad for y/n, happy for Kimi

User4 This really is silly season. First Ollie and Carlos and now Kimi and Y/n

User5 wow f1 debut at 17??

User6 I’m curious what happens with Y/n

User7 yeah same. It must be something big because she can’t race

User8 So happy we have finally gotten rid of her! Kimi is 100% better then her

User9 does anyone know how many races he will replace her for?

User10 No! The only thing we know is that it will the upcoming one and then maybe a few after that.

User11 poor Y/n

User12 She deserves it

User13 so happy to see her gone!

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Yourusername The Tortured Poets Department out now🩶🤍🖤 this is a project that I have worked on for quite some time, and I am incredibly proud that I can now share this with you all. All is fair in love and poetry…

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Taylorswift So proud🫶

SabrinaCarpenter Album of the year🖤

GracieAbrams Some of the best work ever🩶

ConanGray I helped y’all! Jokes aside I am SO proud of you of you🤍

Charles_Leclerc Amazing!

User1 OMG?!?!

User2 AN ALBUM?!?!

User3 This is just amazing

User4 …this is better than any spoken explanation we could have gotten

User5 I knew that she liked poetry but this……

User6 THE TITELS ARE INSANE!!

User7 So a girl who drives in circles is now also a singer and songwriter?? And very talented at that?!?!

User8 Slut?!?! Omg she in love in love

User9 first of; who hurt her?!?! Second off; who is the person?!?!

User10 just saying the cover art is amazing

User11 am I the only one that thinks there is more??

User12 yes

User13 🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤

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Yourusername Suprise! The Tortured Poets Department is a double album! I have written so much these past few years that I couldn’t fit in in one. And a few of these songs are to beautiful to not share with the world. 15 new song. The story is y mine anymore… it’s yours.🩶🤍🖤

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[sourmiiiilk]

🥩My Sweet! Housemate - 2.0🥩

Long Time No See!

Hello everyone! We're happy to announce the latest update for My Sweet! Housemate, version 2.0.

This update is essentially a rework of MS!H - as well as its demo, - including things like sprite updates, UI changes, new minigames, new endings, and more bloodshed. Thank you to everyone who's followed the progress of My Sweet! Housemate - your support has kept us going. We've worked really hard on this update and are excited to hear your feedback!

🥩New Update - My Sweet! Update 2.0🥩

🧅 SPRITE UPDATE! Now Seung-min looks more delicious than ever! 🥕 Freshened up the writing. 🥩 +3 hot new tracks fresh out of the oven. 🧅 +6 new achievements. Grab 'em while they're hot! 🥕 +3 new endings. 🥩 3+ thousand new words. 🧅 Added a clock. Now you can tell time! 🥕 Added some funny sounds. Can you find them? 🥩 Added some graphical changes. Old CGIs are now improved, among other modifications such as UI improvements, and gallery additions. 🧅 Added new interactions. Oink oink. 🥕 Added a new minigame and updated pre-existing minigames. Have fun! 🥩And more! And, finally, here's Seung-min's info card as a treat:

Thank you all very much for playing My Sweet! Housemate. We hope to see you all again soon! ❤️ For the full list of updates, check our website: www.sourmilkgames.com/updates-msh

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[dreamwritesimagines]

The Eye of the Hurricane [32]- Back Alley

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: Business partners don’t have to be friendly.

Word Count: 3100

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship, mentions of sex. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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You were beginning to think that the divorce clause in your prenup was going to come in handy any day now.

Granted you and Bucky had a deal, and you did trust him to hold up his end of the deal but he hadn’t spoken to you, or spared you as much as a glance for almost a week now so you were slowly getting lost in your anxious thoughts.

It was one thing when you were giving him an attitude but him acting like you didn’t even exist?

That flat out made your chest ache.

“Here you go,” Clint’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he put the file in front of you and you looked up at him, then smiled slightly.

“Thank you.”

“Oh no, thank you,” he said with a huff of laughter. “Rhett is an asshole, I’m glad you’re taking over.”

“He’s not so bad,” you muttered, opening the file to skim the page, then let out a small laugh. “But yeah. I could’ve told you he would reject this even if I offered it to him.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Not enough profit on his end,” you muttered, shuffling through the pages. “And he wants to see every plan you have, A to Z.”

Clint heaved a sigh, shaking his head.

“Well as I said, I’m glad you���re taking over,” he said and sat up straighter. “Nat will back you up, you know?”

You hummed, still focused on the page. “In the deal?”

“As the heir.”

That made your head snap up and you blinked at him in silence for a couple of seconds. He seemed almost entertained at your puzzlement as he leaned back on his seat behind his desk, and shrugged his shoulders.

“She talked to me too.”

You licked your lips. “And?”

“You won’t even try to feed me some bullshit about respecting your father’s chosen heir?”

“Depends,” you said. “Do you respect my father’s chosen heir?”

He let out a chuckle and held up his hands.

“He has done nothing to earn my respect,” he said. “I was willing to give him a chance—I did give him a chance and he fucked it up, as you know.”

You crossed your legs, keeping your gaze on him.

“Arthur is a legend in our line of work,” he said. “He’s the main reason why we have the truce now. That’s why I don’t understand how he made all the right choices up until the choice of heir because that…Y/N, that’s your right. I’m glad you’re making your move now.”

You pursed your lips.

“I’m not sure if it’ll be enough to make him reconsider.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “You have Bucky in your corner, Steve and Sam and Nat as well, and I’m planning on supporting you the minute your name comes up.”

You weren’t so sure about Bucky being in your corner at the moment but you still smiled at him. “Thanks Clint.”

“So the only one left is…”

“Tony,” you said. “He doesn’t trust me.”

“He doesn’t trust Ian either.”

“No but he trusts my father,” you admitted. “He may not like Ian but he isn’t going to go against that decision.”

He hummed, drumming his fingertips on the desk.

“Nat and I will talk to him,” he said. “Let’s see if he changed his mind in the light of these recent developments. Just one question though.”

“Hm?”

“If your father doesn’t change his mind,” he said. “Will you take it from Ian anyway?”

That was a difficult question.

If it were Steve or Sam asking you this, you could answer it truthfully but you didn’t know Clint as well as you knew them. You had no idea if it was a bait, so whatever answer you gave him could change his opinion about backing you up, so you bit inside your cheek, deep in thought.

“I…” you trailed off. “I’m not going to start a war, but I’m not just going to lie back and take it if Ian does. I doubt anyone else would either.”

Clint nodded his head slowly.

“You two are always going to be a threat to each other, he knows that,” he muttered. “He’s an idiot, but not that much of an idiot.”

You shifted your weight on your seat, nibbling on your lip.

“Mm hm.”

“And you do realize that one of you will have to kill the other to get to the top?”

That made your jaw clench before you nodded your head, trying your hardest to ignore the churning in your stomach.

“Nat said the same thing.”

“Because she knows how it goes,” he said. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

You paused only for a moment, an image of you pulling the trigger flashing before your eyes before you smiled at him.

“Sure,” you said. “If it comes down to that, yeah. I’m ready.”

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“I don’t understand what the problem is, your whole relationship with Bucky has been nothing but a fight so far,” Becca said as she handed you and Sarah your coffee cups. “I wouldn’t say it’s too big of a deal.”

“We’ve never had a fight like this though,” you muttered and turned to Sarah. “What do you think?”

Sarah shot you a sympathetic smile. “I don’t think it was the best call to hide Rhett from him until that meeting.”

You let out a whine, slipping a little in your seat. “I had a reason!”

“Which was?”

“I didn’t—I—” you stammered. “I didn’t want him to go behind my back and make that deal himself, obviously!”

Sarah and Becca exchanged glances before they turned to you.

“And you think Bucky,” Sarah started. “Bucky who’s been trying to push you to the top ever since you told him you wanted to be the heir would do that?”

“Yeah well, forgive me if I can’t trust mob bosses,” you muttered. “My dad said he wanted me to be the heir, and then what did he do? He took it away from me. I’m not going to let Bucky do that as well, that plan has been in motion for years now, I put in the effort—”

“Should I just text Bucky you have daddy issues and be done with this nonsense?” Becca asked and your jaw dropped.

“I do not have daddy issues!” you insisted. “Sarah, tell her!”

“Your picture comes up when I google daddy issues,” Sarah said with a shrug of her shoulders, making your jaw drop.

“Sarah!”

“I mean if we look at it from Bucky’s perspective, he does have a point in feeling betrayed.”

Your stomach did a painful flip and you took a deep breath, throwing your shoulders back.

“Well you are my best friends so we’re not looking at it from his perspective,” you told Becca, making her let out a small laugh, holding her hands up to gesture surrender while Sarah sipped her coffee.

“Does he at least know you and Rhett had a full on relationship?”

“Was it that bad?”

“It wasn’t good,” you sulked while you and Isla walked out of the building. “I swear if I fail the midterm…”

“You won’t fail,” she assured you and you let out a groan, but then stopped dead on your tracks when your eyes fell on Rhett who was leaning against his jet black car on the other side of the road. A smile curled your lips and you turned to Isla.

“Um—”

“Go ahead,” she said with a wink. “I have to find Bradley anyway.”

“Tell him I said hi!” you called out, already running to Rhett and you threw yourself into his arms, making him chuckle before he lifted you up to sit you down on the hood of the car, his lips claiming yours. You heaved a sigh when he pulled back, then smiled up at him brightly.

“Hi!” you said, your fingers brushing over his curly hair. “I thought you had a meeting!”

“The meeting finished early.”

You tilted your head, pulling your brows together.

“Oh you got rid of him?” you asked. “What was he, a mole?”

He gave you a reprimanding look. “Not in public, baby.”

You rolled your eyes at him, making him chuckle as he squeezed your thigh, still his other hand resting against the hood beside you, caging you in while you fixed your skirt.

“Do you have plans for tonight?”

Rhett hummed. “I have a plan that includes you and a bed, does that count?”

You let out a giggle, pecking him on the lips.

“There’s this party for the end of the midterms,” you said. “Do you want to come with me?”

“There’s no way I’m leaving you alone at a party,” he stated. “Sure thing, I can tag along.”

“Yay!”

“Before that though, have you—” he started but his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out, and took it to his ear.

“Yeah?” he asked while you absentmindedly pulled his gun out of his waistband to check the magazine, humming a song to yourself. “Yeah, no, I had to cut the meeting short. Our usual guys are dealing with the clean up.”

You counted the bullets, then slid the magazine back to its place while Rhett stroked his thumb over your knee, coaxing another giggle out of you.

“Great, thanks,” he said and hung up, making you look up at him as he took the gun from you.

“You’re missing a bullet.”

“It’s inside a guy’s skull as we speak,” he muttered, leaning in to brush his lips against yours and you cupped his cheek, heaving a sigh when he pulled back.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“I had like three energy drinks,” you said as he tilted his head to shoot you a look. “What, it’s the midterms week!”

“Let’s have lunch in bed.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing, Rhett.”

“Should be a thing,” he mused, dragging his fingertips up your leg, making you swat at his hand.

“We’re in public!” you reminded him, making him chuckle. “Anyways, what are we eating then?”

“You’re eating whatever you want and I’m eating you out.”

You tried to ignore the fire spreading over your face as your jaw dropped.

“Very romantic—” you started but you were cut off when his phone started vibrating again, making him grit his teeth before answering.

“What, dickhead?” he snapped at whoever it was on the phone. “I’m with my girl, the fuck do you want?”

“Be nice!” you whispered to him and he shook his head slightly.

“Yeah Lucas, he knows,” he said. “I called him before I called the clean up guys. Can you handle your shit or should I come there and hold your hand?”

You raised your brows as he hung up the phone, then turned to you.

“Sorry about that baby.”

“No problem,” you said “So that was Lucas on the phone?”

“Mm hm,” he said. “He wants to know if my dad knows about how the meeting ended. Anyways, as I was saying—”

“You do realize he wants your position?”

That made him pause and he frowned. “What?”

“Lucas,” you said, leaning back on your palms. “He wants your position as the prince of Chicago and he will try to stab you in the back.”

His eyes searched yours before he scoffed a laugh.

“Lucas is as loyal as a dog,” he said. “What makes you think that?”

“He glares at you the way my cousin glares at me,” you pointed out. “Whenever you’re not looking.”

His frown deepened and he thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“Nah,” he brushed it off. “No way. As I said, loyal as a dog.”

“But Rhett, your position—”

“The only position I care about right now is the one I’ll put you in when we get to my place,” he muttered to your lips with a smirk, making you giggle before he stole a kiss. “Come on. We’re leaving.”

“It didn’t come up,” you muttered. “Besides, it isn’t as if we were serious.”

“You kind of were.”

“Debatable.”

“You need to tell him,” Sarah insisted, making you turn your cup in your palms just to distract yourself. “It’s better than Rhett telling him, no?”

“I guess,” you said. “I just don’t think he likes me nowadays.”

Becca rolled her eyes.

“You two need to start actually talking to each other.”

You huffed out a breath, then sipped your coffee.

“I mean we have the therapist appointment,” you said. “Which, I don’t even know if he will show up but…”

“You are feeding false information to the therapist,” Sarah reminded you as if trying to help you. “Try to talk to each other truthfully, maybe?”

You clicked your tongue, turning the cup between your palms.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Can’t hurt to try I guess.”

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The therapist appointment was uncomfortable to say at the very least. Bucky kept quiet for the most of it despite Dr. Raynor’s efforts to include him in the conversation, and the answers he gave her were pretty curt, so it came as a no surprise when Dr. Raynor put her notebook aside.

“I’m sensing a tension?” she said, motioning between you two while Bucky bounced his leg, his gaze darting to the clock on the wall before returning to her.

“We’ve had a disagreement,” you said, making him grit his teeth.

“Y/N.”

“We’re in a therapy session and you haven’t talked to me for the last week,” you said. “Might as well.”

“You haven’t talked to each other for the last week?”

“I did try,” you defended yourself and Bucky crossed his arms, keeping his eyes on the table.

“Bucky?”

“I have nothing to say.”

“Don’t do that!” you insisted. “You’re angry at me for some reason—”

“For some reason?” he asked, his voice full of disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

“What happened?” Dr. Raynor asked and you licked your lips, then sat up straighter.

“We’re going to make a deal with a business partner,” you said. “Bucky is angry because I know him.”

“No Y/N, I’m angry because despite us having a deal, you went behind my back.”

“I didn’t go behind your back,” you protested. “Not sharing every single detail with you isn’t going behind your back.”

“You knowingly kept me out of the loop and that’s not going behind my back?” he asked and you threw your hands up.

“Bucky—”

“Do you feel like Y/N betrayed your trust, Bucky?”

Your jaw dropped as you looked at Dr. Raynor. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah actually,” Bucky said. “We had a deal and it turns out she’s had all these plans that she didn’t let me know about. Including knowing the guy—which by the way, you never did tell me how you know him.”

Your heart skipped a nervous beat and you let out a breath. “I don’t think it’s the place for it.”

“I disagree, you were the one who started it,” Bucky said. “So? How?”

You bit inside your cheek, then cleared your throat, motioning vaguely. “We used to date.”

Bucky gawked at you for a couple of seconds in complete silence before a dry laugh climbed up his throat and he ran a hand over his face.

“You used to date,” he said, dragging the tip of his tongue over his lip. “Of course…”

“That’s not even relevant—”

“Oh it’s very relevant,” Bucky cut you off, glaring at you. “What he—he still loves you or something? That’s why he’ll say yes to the deal? Because he thinks he has a shot?”

“Wh—no!” you exclaimed. “Do you hear yourself right now? It’s completely irrelevant!”

“Says you.”

“In case it has escaped your notice, we’re married, dickhead!”

“Alright, let’s calm down,” Dr. Raynor said but neither of you spared her a look.

“How is it irrelevant that the guy you used to date happens to only want to talk to you or make a deal with you?”

“Because I made sure that he trusts me!”

“Yeah?” he provoked you. “And how did you do that?”

 “By being good at this fucking job, how do you think?” you snapped back but before Bucky could retort, Dr. Raynor cleared her throat.

“Let’s continue this conversation in our next appointment,” she said and Bucky scoffed, then stood up to walk out of the office. You smiled at Dr. Raynor, standing up as well.

“See you next week, Dr. Raynor,” you said and went after Bucky, only catching up with him when you stepped outside.

“Bucky!” you called out and he turned around to give you a quizzical look. You licked your lips and stepped closer to him, not even sparing a glance at the bodyguards waiting for him by his car.

“Do you mind?” you asked him, nodding at the nearest back alley and he looked like he would say no, but he still followed you there. You took a deep breath and crossed your arms, looking up at him.

“I was going to tell you about me and Rhett,” you said and he let out a dry chuckle.

“Yeah,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “Sure.”

“What, you don’t trust me?”

“I trust you as much as you trust me,” he pointed out, making you swallow thickly.

“Don’t be like that,” you muttered. “First you ignore me for a week and now—”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

Even you were aware of the petulant tone in your voice; “You’ve barely looked my way since the sit down!”

“I will talk to you when I have something to talk to you about.”

“If you’re expecting an apology—”

“Oh I know you better than that,” he cut you off. “Is that all or do you need anything else? I’m going to be late to my meeting.”

“Stop fucking treating me like one of those mob wives,” you growled and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m not,” he said. “I told you. I’m treating you like a business partner. That’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?”

You gritted your teeth, glaring up at him in silence and he had the audacity to give you a dry smile.

“Great. See you at home.”

He walked away from you and soon you heard the car driving off. You let out a furious breath, then leaned back to the wall, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them again.

“Very well then,” you muttered to yourself and got your phone out of your pocket, then found the name in your contacts. Your heartbeat sped up as your finger hovered over the screen, but you took a deep breath, touched it and took the phone to your ear.

It only rang once.

“Finally,” the familiar drawl reached you. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t call sweetheart.”

You could feel the smile curling your lips.

“Hi Rhett,” you said. “Do you have a moment?”

Chapter 33

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Get me out of here - Lewis Hamilton

Part 2 - Let's get out of here

Request: "I enjoy reading your posts so much, I wanted to maybe request? I love angst, maybe a Lewis one shot where the reader gets in the cross fire in the media kind of like Kate Middleton but with the Ferrari news?" - anon

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: Angst, Lewis to Ferrari, Toto being an ass.

wordcount: +1k

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“You bastard, how could you?”

You entered the farm style house in the English countryside seeing red. Newspaper on hand and phone on the other, blazing through the formal reception rooms until you found Toto and Lewis talking in the sunroom at the back.

“Woah there, what’s that language?”

“I thought I could trust you Toto” Your voice coming out stronger and louder than even you expected, facing him to see it in his eyes he knew exactly what all this was about. You couldn’t help but whisper, almost to yourself “Gosh, I really did.”

“What’s going on? Why are you shouting?” Lewis interjected as he got up and headed towards you, his arms reaching for your waist to try and calm you down

“Ask him! I’m not the one who gave the damn interview.”

“I didn’t say it like that, you know how they twist our words” The Austrian reasoned as you paced in the room

“Enough you two. What the hell is going on?” Susie emerged from the adjoining room, still in her workout clothes, towel in hand.

You threw the paper on the desk in front of them, eyeing Toto as Lewis read the headline “Source of Ferrari’s leak: Toto’s former right-hand and Lewis’ girl”

“You thought I wouldn’t see it? That I wouldn’t know that you told the press I leaked about Ferrari ?!” Exasperation written in your eyes as you tried to understand why would Toto sell you out like that.

“C’mom, it’ll blow over. By Barhein no one will even remember” His german accent echoed through the room as he tried to impose himself

“You tried to throw me under the bus for someone you’re clearly trying to cover for, that’s the issue here”

“Who sold the story to the press, Toto?” This time it was Lewis’ voice that cut the air, his tone stern and demanding.

“Does it even matter? He clearly has more respect for whoever it was than he does for me.” Your voice full of disdain throwing Toto off as he looked at you with surprise in his eyes at the tone you were using.

“Don’t be like that.” Susie pleaded from the corner, still as confused as Lewis to the events unfolding.

“Why?! Does it hurt him? I can guarantee it doesn’t hurt as much as it did when I read that stupid interview” Your voice coming out in sharp pufs as you tried to hold back the tears that fought hard to fall.

“Toto, who told the press?” Lewis pressed him once again and you were about to blow out at him when you heard the Austrian confessing “I told them.”

Your head starting spinning and all you could do was march back to the car in the driveway, not really listening to anything they were trying to get through to you. You started the car while Lewis tried to talk you out of driving, his pleading shouts heard through the glazed windows.

Your sobs came out all at once when Lewis managed to get into the passenger seat and hold your trembling hands down, getting them away from the steering wheel and into his chest for you to feel his heartbeat, your frantic eyes finally finding his soothing ones.

“Get me out of here, please” was all you could whisper mid sobs, sliding to the other seat when Lewis jumped out to get to the other side, your peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the commotion in the doorsteps of the house, with Toto exasperatedly motion to a now infuriating Susie and a few other people.

It felt like hours before Lewis pulled over, a small countryside village in the distance and a herd of sheep around. One of his hands gripped the leather of the seat, his free hand smoothing your arm and his stare focused on the road ahead.

“He did it to protect the brand. They’re gonna have a whole year to bring George forward, to switch things around…”

“Why are you defending him?” You cut him mid-sentence; your voice toneless although your eyes showed your emotions were all over the place.

“Because we need to think this through, babe. Toto’s not one of us anymore, you saw it.” He turned to you, clutching your hand into his, breathing in before continuing.

“We can’t expect anything from him anymore, least of all you.” His stare pierced yours and you knew what he meant.

You and Toto had known each other for as long as Lewis had. You had made your way up from being just an intern all the way to actually being poached by AMG and then Daimler, the whole path closely followed by Toto’s advices, and even in the years you lived in Germany the F1 GPs were always a familiar home you got to come back to, because of Lewis and Toto.

“Why did he say it was me though?” You questioned after getting out of the car and sitting by a rock fence, your voice small, much like how you felt while you leaned into Lewis’ embrace.

“To get back at me, maybe?! I really don’t know.” He breathed out after a while, leaving a kiss on your head before looking out at the fields in front of you two. It was a typical English day, cold and humid but at least the sun tried to fight its way through the clouds.

“I’m sorry he made you feel like you had to leave” you looked up at him as you brought up the subject, it was still a sore one for him.

“I always thought I’d finish my career there” He didn’t look at you as he mumbled his response, his gaze lost to the horizon

“It’s going to be a long year, isn’t it?!” You thought out loud after a while of silence and just feeling each other’s breathing.

“Yeah… and I need you there, by my side, head held high” This time he turned to look at you, loving doe stare embracing you in his warmth, no idea what the future holds but sure he will be there.

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The Dad Diaries: Grief

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky explains grief to Jamie as best as he can when you need a minute to yourself. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, touch of fluff, grief, loss of a friend, reflecting, talk of death, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?). A/N: Another part to the The Dad Diaries . Hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky could hear your cries before he reached the bedroom, the sound causing a lump to form in his throat. He could picture you hastily wiping at your face when he knocked. You were in pain and it hurt him to know you were hurting. The worst part was that it wasn’t the kind of pain he could fix by patching it up. It was the kind of hurt that lingered beneath the surface before it clawed its way out.

Grief.

“Do you need anything, doll?” He asked.

“Just give me a minute, please!” You called out, your voice close to sounding like your normal self. You were trying your best to be strong when what you needed was a moment to break. People didn’t realize the weight of the things they carried until they buckled under them.

And you didn’t need to be strong all the time.

“Mama?” Jamie asked, reaching a hand out toward the door.

Bucky kissed the top of his head. “Mama needs a minute,” he whispered before he held him against his chest. He hoped his smell and steady heart beat soothed him. “She’ll snuggle up with you soon, okay?”

If anything could make you feel better apart from being in his arms, it was having your son nuzzle against you.

Jamie made a small sound, his lower lip trembling. “Mama,” he said again.

Bucky didn’t take it to heart that his son wanted you. He understood that there were days when he’d want his dad and other days he’d want his mom and times when he’d want both of you. If anything, he felt proud that his son wanted to go to you. Maybe he sensed that you needed support and love.

“I know you want your mama,” he said, carrying him back to the living room. “But you are stuck with me for another minute.”

Jamie moved his head, his eyes set in a stubborn stare. He looked so much like you at that moment, demanding with a look to know what was the matter and how to fix it. What could he say?

“Jamie, you know how you have your Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam and Aunt Nat and everyone else?” He asked, a sad smile touching his lips at the happy look in his little boy’s eyes at the mention of his friends. He wanted his child to hold onto that innocence for as long as he could. “Well, your mama had a friend who was going to be like an aunt to you, too.”

Was. Past tense. Because your friend recently passed away. You wondered if she knew how important she was to you. If she knew how she impacted your life. She was too young in your eyes to go. Still had so many things she wanted to do. While death is fair in that it comes for everyone, it doesn’t always feel fair when someone you care for is taken away too soon.

The one thing you were thankful for was that she was no longer in pain.

“Mama’s friend, your aunt, isn’t here anymore. She misses her and she’s sad that she’s gone.”

“Mama sad?” Jamie repeated, his eyes wide.

“Yeah, Nugget. She’s very sad. Grieving. And grief is… so many things,” Bucky explained, swallowing a bit as he felt a crack in his heart. “It’s loss and mourning. It’s love that you carry inside and it no longer has a place to go.”

Jamie gazed at him, soaking up every word. His son was too young to hear something like this. Too precious. But if life taught him anything, it’s that it was too short and there was no guarantee of tomorrow.

“Some days the grief comes out of nowhere. You never really know when it’ll happen or why. You may hear a song you’ve heard dozens of times before or catch a scent of something familiar and it triggers a memory or feeling,” he told him, kissing his forehead again because he needed to ground himself. “You think you’re fine and then you fall apart.”

That was exactly what had happened a few minutes prior. You were smiling one moment as the three of you sat in the living room and the next you burst into tears before you rushed out. Bucky wished like hell he could’ve manifested your sadness into something tangible so he could snuff it out. It wasn’t his battle to fight, but he could be by your side to wipe the tears away if you let him. Or whisper words of care. Or to say nothing at all. Some didn’t always want to hear words of comfort or hope when they just needed to feel.

He would be there to give you whatever you needed or asked for.

“It’s okay to feel those feelings, Jamie. I get sad, too. There’s no timeline for healing or grieving. It takes as long as it takes. And we’re lucky in a way to feel things so strongly,” he told him. You were always understanding and patient on his off days. He more than lucked out by having you as his wife. “You know what your Uncle Vis says grief is? That it’s love persevering,” he added, bouncing him a bit to make him smile. It put a smile on his face, too. “And your mama has so much love to give.”

“So do you.”

Bucky looked toward the doorway where you stood. Bloodshot and puffy eyes, but with a small smile on your beautiful face. He wanted to hold you and remind you that you weren’t alone. “Hey,” he said as Jamie reached for you. “I think he wants to cheer you up.”

“Is that right? Well, I think a snuggle with my boys is just the thing I need,” you said as you took a seat beside Bucky and took Jamie into your arms. “Sorry I rushed off like that.”

“Don’t be,” Bucky whispered. He had plenty of moments where he needed to step away and compose himself when his thoughts got too loud. “We just want you to be okay,” he added, kissing your temple before Jamie grabbed your face.

“Mama no sad,” he said, forcing your cheeks up in a smile. The sight almost brought tears to Bucky’s eyes because it was so simple and heartfelt. “No sad.”

You giggled, a soft sound, before it erupted into full blown laughter. It soothed the crack he felt earlier in his heart. The room felt brighter, especially when Jamie joined in with the laughter. “Not sad, Nugget,” you assured him before you looked at your husband, love shining through like always. “Not anymore.”

The grief from your loss would come again in waves. Just like the days Bucky mourned the parts of his life he lost and couldn’t get back. Some days were harder than others, especially when regret and “what if’s” came to mind, but the important thing was that neither of you allowed yourselves to live alone or lose yourselves in grief. Not when there was so much to be thankful for.

You felt what you needed to feel. You asked for help and leaned on each other. And you carried on together.

Because what is grief, if not love persevering?

I lost more than one loved one recently and writing this helped me process some of the loss. We all need someone like Bucky. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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Can't Have One Without the Other 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your marriage is on the rocks.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The knock makes you jump. You close the cabinet and sigh. The downstairs bathroom doesn't have much more than hand towels and soap. 

"Doll, I got my med kit. Let me have a look at you," Bucky calls through. 

You look at yourself, a wadded length of toilet paper pressed to your cheek. You don't want him anywhere near you. Not after that. 

Before you felt repugnant, now you feel trapped. 

"It's not that bad," you force your voice steady. "I just need to keep pressure on it." 

"Doll," he leans on the door. "You know I wouldn't mean to do that. This damn plate in my hand keeps lifting--" 

"That's... you should get that fixed," you stammer. 

He's quiet. The door shifts again. 

"Your heart's racing," he says.  

You sigh, "Bucky," you frown, "just give me a minute, okay?" 

The last word peaks and you cringe. You're not doing a very good job of staying calm. You hear him sniff and the handle jiggles.  

"Baby, let me just have a look. I feel awful--" 

He doesn't stop. Before, he couldn't be bothered to answer a phone call, now he won't let you breathe. You push on the tissue until your flesh throbs and face the door. You flick the lock back.  

He opens it from the other side. "Hey, uh, let me have a look." 

You drop your hand and stare at the wall. He sets the melt on the counter and frames your face. You wince. His touch is lighter than before.  

"Shit, I'm sorry. I... your face. I never would mean to cut to such a pretty one," he flips the lid of the kit. "I was... I'm scared too, you know? I don't wanna lose you. That's all it is." 

You swallow and let him wipe the cut with alcohol. You can't speak. If you do, you might break. You know he can hear your fear but can be hear your anger? Your hurt. 

"I got the chicken out so it doesn't burn. I'll fix dinner when I'm done with you," he says as he presses sterile strips across the cut. "No stitches. Hopefully it won't scar." 

You lower your lashes and inhale, "thanks." 

"Of course. I'll always take care of you," he frames your chin. "I didn't do it on purpose." 

"Got it," you meet his eye. "Can I go change my shirt?" 

His gaze falls to the droplets on your shirt. His cheek ticks. "You don't have to ask me like I'm some tyrant." 

You stare at him. He shakes his head and steps out of your way. "God forbid you're stuck with me," he raises his hands. "I'll set the table. You don't gotta lift a finger." 

You pass him and measure your steps. You want to run but you know better. Right now, there's nowhere for you to go. 

You don’t even know if you want to go. Even if you could. It was a question. A conversation you thought would be kept private. You’re hurt by Bucky but even more so by Natasha. Worse, you feel stupid. How could you think anyone would ever take your side? 

Look at it from the outside. You’re married to a hero, an avenger, someone who can support you. You don’t have to work, you work because you didn’t want to be that kept wife. Your comics barely prevented that, did they? You’re not a housewife but still kept. 

You go upstairs and switch out your shirt. This one’s loose, a deep burgundy without any detail. Just a plain jersey tee. 

You linger in the bedroom. You’re nervous. Afraid. Your adrenaline is still surging. You feel his iron grip around your jaw. 

When you started dating, you loved how strong Bucky was. He could pick you up like nothing. And he did. He loved it. How you would gasp and giggle. You don’t have fun like you used to. 

You make yourself go downstairs. If he has to come find you, you don’t expect it will go any better than the last encounter. He has the table set, the salad waiting. 

“Croutons?” He asks as you sit. 

“No thanks,” you say. You’re cutting back the carbs. 

You pick up the fork and jab into the lettuce and tomatoes. He’s acting like it’s all fine. Like your face isn’t totally fucked up. It’s not that bad. He could do worse. And it was an accident. So he says. But he grabbed you on purpose. He did that all intentionally. 

“You know,” he pauses as he chews. He swallows thickly, “if you wanna work out, we could do it together. Like we used to.” 

You look up at him. You shove a mouthful of salad through your lips to stifle a scoff. There’s nothing you want to do with him at the moment. 

You nod and gulp down the vinaigrette laden lettuce. He didn’t toss it very well. 

“Sure, it could work,” you say. “I just wouldn’t want to be in your way.” 

“Oh, you think Sam doesn’t?” He snorts. “The guy’s always messing around.” 

“Right, yeah, I... haven’t heard from him in a while.” 

“He’s busy. Too busy for me. Plus, I think he likes Steve better,” Bucky shrugs. “Think I’m falling out of style.” 

He stares at you. You flinch. You lower your chin and take another bite. 

“We can start tomorrow,” he suggests. 

You nearly shrug. You stop yourself. Your indifference won’t help. You need to start trying. Not to keep this together, but to pretend you are. 

“I think it’s a good idea,” you agree. You clear your throat and wipe your mouth with the napkin he placed beside your bowl. “Maybe we can figure this out. Maybe... you know, the—what I spoke about with Nat, it’s girl talk. It’s not anything serious. I just... had doubts.” 

“Let’s move past it,” he says as he rests his metal fist beside his bowl. You stare at his knuckles before you make yourself look him in the face. 

“Sure,” you stir your salad. “I just...” you bite the inside of your lip. Stop while your ahead. “A whole month?” 

He huffs, “I get it. Alright? I should’ve answered. I know. I... I didn’t think you’d want to sit and listen to me rant about the idiots they got me training.” 

“But I would,” you say. “If you’d just picked up the phone.” 

His fist tightens, “noted.” 

You poke at the lettuce and exhale slowly. You’re already standing on the line, no use stepping past it. You touch your cheek without thinking and his eyes flash. You tear your hand away and put it against the side of the bowl instead. 

“Thanks for finishing this up for me,” you scoop up some more chicken, “um, and the flowers are pretty.” 

“Well, you’re my wife. I do everything for you. Everything,” he snarls. 

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Thicker Than - Update

Play the Free Demo Here

Happy Full Moon!

It’s really late (I stayed up late hammering out some last second bugs) so I’m going to make this quick. My big goal this month was to write the ‘running away’ route for players who wish to leave the city at the end of Chapter Ten. I’ve almost done that. There’s still more work to be done in that branch, but I’m really happy with what I have achieved.

I wrote it in bits and pieces, and there’s a lot of variables at play, so the feedback I’m most anxious to hear about is flow. Does it make sense? Does it feel choppy? What can I do to improve readability?

I’m going to keep working on this route next month, and keep slowly fleshing out the ‘ally hunting’ options in the main route.

The showdown with Lucius is going to be the big, epic battle and I’m really looking forward to writing it, but I think it’s probably still a few months away. Gaius’ showdown is actually less epic because it’s all about saying the right things rather than actually fighting.

As always, thanks so much for all your feedback and support. I’m going to bed.

Don't forget you can support me and see my weekly progress for $5 a month over on Kofi. 💙

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General NSFW headcanons

T/W: NSWF content! Minors, do NOT interact!!!🔞🔞🔞 (also me: *writes for Metal Bat*... but he's at least 17... right?)

A/N: the moment you all have been waiting for, huh?😏 Well, me too :D

(Update: I've finally finished writing headcanons... Damn, I'm so nasty😇 And again, sorry for not posting sooner! I really wanted to publish these hcs at least one week ago (before I went on a trip), but unfortunately, I didn't manage to write this in time. But hey, at least I'm back now😉)

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Prepare for possible OOC!

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)

And, most importantly, enjoy!!!

(I actually believe he's asexual, but let's ignore this all together)

(can't have Saitama stans disappointed, can I?)

You'll be the first to initiate anything sexual (as always)

And it's likely that you'd take the lead most of the time

'Cause, firstly, Saitama is lazy

Secondly, why should he be a dom when he can just lay with you on top of him and just watch how your tits jiggle and feel your ass slapping against him?

(and of course to subconsciously dig his fingers into your butt cheeks)

Thirdly, he's low-key afraid that he can get lost in the moment and lose all his restraint, leading to hurting you (if he takes the lead)

Saitama is not vocal, by the way

Maximum what you can hear are his rear grunts

Oh, and of course he will have his usual unperturbed face

Like seriously, even when he comes he doesn't even blink

Speaking of his cum, it springs out of his cock like streams of water from water gun

Not in one "shot", but in like three ones with a measured periodicity

It actually tastes not bad

By the way, Saitama likes to cover your boobs with his sperm

He freaking loves your breasts

(this dude literally has an Oppai hoodie, remember💀)

And when it comes to sex, your boyfriend LOVES to grab, squeeze and suck on your tits

If you're flat, he still likes to pinch your nipples and bite them

Saitama also likes to wrap your boobies around his cock and rub it between them

Bonus points if you kiss or lick his tip

Speaking of which, I think he isn't into oral sex

Not receiving nor giving

Buuuuuuut fingerfucking you is something that he can go with

And let me tell you, he is good at this

Not because Saitama knows your sensitive spots or something like that, but because the speed and intensity of his touch sends you over the moon in a rather shot time

It makes him feel glad that he can use his strength not only in fights with monsters

Almost nothing arouses Saitama

Not seducing poses, sexy outfits or lingerie, dirty talk, etc.

Nothing... except for you touch

Trace your fingers along his muscular back, and he's done for

(make sure that you're at home because Saitama isn't a fan of public sex... but if you rile him up outdoors, he'll wait until you get back home where he can his way with you)

Fun fact: your boyfriend suddenly feels a need to get off now and then when you're not around and you two didn't have sex for a while, so he buys a few porn magazines and jerks off in the toilet

(but it doesn't bring him much pleasure)

I know I said that Saitama prefers to be submissive, but I still don't deny that he sometimes likes to take the lead too

Usually, it happens when your playful banter turns into a hot make out, which leads to… your boyfriend roughly pounding into you

Or when you just ask him to be on top🤷‍♀️

He'll take it slow and gently, not wanting to hurt you, in first times he's dom

Later, you both find the speed and intensity of his thrusts that are comfortable for both of you

Gladly, Saitama gets a hang of controlling his strength

(though, there are some "incidents" when your bed or whatever you were having sex on end up breaking)

Be assured that you have one, but a long and rough round with your boyfriend

And believe me, you'll be too worn out to go on another one

As for aftercare, well, Saitama definitely wants to just lay together and do nothing except for cuddling

If you insist on cleaning up, he'll hesitantly comply

Even though he's lazy, your boyfriend takes care of you should you ask him

Feeling too tired to even walk? He'll carry you in his arms and even wash you

Want something to drink or eat? Saitama will bring you what you're asking for

Just give him five more minutes to lay... and don't expect him to complete your requests without being a little bit grumpy

After all, all he wants is to relax on the bed (and eventually fall asleep) with you by his side

(also, Saitama seems to be a type of guy who likes morning sex... and anal too)

Genos knows that sex is an essential part in relationships

What he doesn't know is how he should bring this topic up

People on the Internet say that they would indulge in lustful activities on the first day of their relationship, or it'd take them one year and even more to get intimate with their partner

The most important part is that your pair has to feel comfortable

And that's the problem

Your boyfriend is not lustful, so he for sure won't pressure you

But he also understands that you're likely to feel sexual attraction for him

So he settles with just waiting for you to make the first move

If you're not the one to initiate anything, he'll wait about six months and ask you if you're ready or not

It's canon that Genos doesn't have a dick

So your first times consisted of your boyfriend fingering you or performing cunnilingus

And, oh god, does he make an excellent job of making sure you're satisfied

You have to cum at least three times

Only after that, Genos lets you relax

Yeah, he kinda likes to overstimulate you

Even though you're more than satisfied, you want more

Your man's cock, to be exact

And you'll have to explain this to him

Genos listens to you intently and, after your talk with him, instantly calls Dr. Kuseno, asking him to modulate penis for him

With that serious and stoic expression on his face

(you can't hear it, but you know that even Dr. Kuseno is taken aback, but still complies)

As their dialog goes on, Genos asks you specifying questions like

What is a preferable length for the phallus? Should it be veiny or not? What about testes? Do you want them to be full of his sperm? And what about spermatozoa? How do you feel about pubes? Would you like his cock with skin or made of other material?

And all other stuff

Embarrassing

But necessary

Days later, Genos receives his cock

But there is one nuance: your boyfriend has to wear it like strap-on

Well, this doesn't disturb you from having great sex

Being intimate with your boyfriend starts bringing you much more pleasure

However, you feel like something is missing, as if you're having one-sided sex

After a while, you realize that Genos doesn't feel anything as his dick doesn't have sensibility

When you have a talk with him, he tells you that he doesn't mind it because your pleasure is his top priority

You tell that you want him to enjoy sex as well, and Genos doesn't protest

He calls Dr. Kuseno and asks to fix the issue

After that, the real sex begins

Instead of just silently staring at you with a calculating look, your boyfriend starts slightly moaning and lavishing you with praises of how good you feel

Moreover, Genos starts being more touchy, caressing your curves

Your boyfriend is always up for experiments in bed

The same goes to kinks

He'll do whatever you want: using sex toys, talking to you dirty, blindfolding you, tying you up, stripping, cockwarming, role-playing, performing anilingus, pegging him, etc.

Idk why, but I get a feeling that he has preference for temperature play

Genos is okay with public sex btw

(if you tell him you want him, he'll stop in the middle of a street/shop/where else and bend over to your pussy)

(so you gotta stop him and lead him into a more secure place before both of you make a scene)

He won't do anything that can somehow hurt you

BDSM, whipping, spanking, choking and other stuff is a total no for him

Like I've mentioned before, Genos doesn't get horny

And this goes even after his cock gets sensitive

Hence, you gotta tell him straight away that you're in mood

What else I can say?

Your boyfriend doesn't have a favourite pose

As for the way he cums... well, he usually ejaculates in you because his sperms aren't active

(I forgot to mention that he also doesn't really like when you give him head)

(no, not because you do it badly, you're actually quite good at this)

(but because, for him, sex is all about pleasuring you)

Genos is great at aftercare

He will do anything you ask him without any complaint

Carry you in his arms and wash you, bring you some water or food, give you nice massage so you won't be sore, cuddle with you – everything you need

(erm, I've just thought… since Genos' sperm is modified, what if it can be with flavorful?)

Sex wasn't something that interested Sonic

That was until he got in a relationship with you

He starts thinking of it after a few months of dating you

In some evenings when he's alone, your boyfriend can't help but imagine how your adorable laughter would turn into soft moans and gasps, how his hands would move from caressing your sides to your more intimate parts, how his lips would explore not only your mouth, but your whole body as well...

When these thoughts appear, Sonic finds himself immediately touching himself

Oh, how he would love it if your lips were wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers

But these are only his wishes because he doesn't want you to think he's a pervert

So he doesn't come up with this topic

Until he unconsciously squeezes your ass cheek while making out with you

Which makes you slightly moan into his mouth

After that, he goes wild

Gladly, you're in mood for sex as well

Sonic loves playing with you and teasing you, but not in overbearing way

He just wants you to desire him as much as he desires you

Expect a trail of hickeys down your pussy

And especially on your inner thighs

This man is crazy about them

He grabs, squeezes, kisses, bites them and rubs his cheek against your soft flesh

Don't worry, your cunt isn't deprived of his love

Your boyfriend eats you out as if he eats a juicy peach

You're so sweet and tasty

Mostly, Sonic is the one who gives head

Why? Because he cums rather quickly when you give him a blowjob and feels embarrassed afterwards

(well, I guess he doesn't lie when he says he's fast at everything, huh?)

Your boyfriend is not rough nor too gentle while making love to you

He finds the perfect pace for both of you

And turns into whimpering and moaning mess

You just feel heavenly

By the way, he likes to take you from behind

Do you know what else he likes?

BO-NDA-GE

He's a well-trained ninja and is taught how to tie people up

(he even said so in one of OVAs)

So of course he uses his skills on you

There is something about the way how your body looks when the rope compresses you

Sonic is a switch

And this is where mommy kink enters the chat

I feel like he calls you mommy and only after that realizes what he even said

After this situation, he starts calling you that only if you're comfortable with it

(he also gets aroused when you scold him)

But no, your boyfriend doesn't let you tie him up

Nuh-uh, this is a privilege that only he can have

He lets you know that he's in the mood by giving you playful hints and looking at you with a smirk

Sonic is open to public and period sex

And he can be easily seduced should you take a provocative pose or simply wink at him

Remember I told you that he loves your thighs?

The way they fold when you sit down makes him pray to god or whoever there is for him to NOT get hard

And silly me didn't mention that he prefers to cum on your thighs as well

(or on your face if you're giving him oral)

You usually have 1-2 satisfying rounds that leave both of you trembling and panting out of pure ecstasy

Sonic holds you in his for a while and proceeds to clean you up with wet cloth

If you need water, he'll bring you it

But that's all

It's not that your boyfriend doesn't want to take care of you

But he's feeling clingy

All Sonic really wants is to just cuddle with you, burying his face in your hair and listening to your snuffling

(I didn't know where to put it, so I'll just leave this here: Sonic even records your moans so he could listen to them when you're not with)

I headcanon that Garou used to steal porn magazines from Bang or other dudes in dojo and read them on the sly when he hit puberty

He would look at models in erotic lingeries and giggle

For some reason, this made him feel like a rebel, like he was an adult

But it didn't last long as he became completely focused on his trainings

And even when he gets out of dojo, he doesn't pay attention to all seductively dressed girls

This continues, especially when he starts dating you

Other women practically disappear for him because his eyes are always on you

One day Garou accidentally walks on you changing

Even though he quickly turns around and leaves the room, he can't get the picture of you out of his mind

Something wakes up inside him

After that, he can't help but stare at your tempting lips, the way you sway your hips while going somewhere, how your boobs seem to bounce a little while you're walking

Oh, and how your butt starts looking so inviting to slap or squeeze it

Yeah, he starts feeling something that he hasn't felt for a long time

(don't get me wrong, though, you don't turn into a sex object for him)

So, how you start having sex?

The answer is quite simple: by making out

You sit on your boyfriend's lap with your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your hips supporting you

Then you subconsciously start grinding your folds against his thigh

And Garou instinctually helps you to do that

Both of you are too engrossed to notice what you're doing

Your moves become more intensive and soft moans begin to erupt from your mouth

Soon enough, it gets too much for you and you let go

You realize what happened when you come from high

You embarrassedly look at your boyfriend, who is staring at you with a wide smirk

(congratulations! new kink unlocked: dry humping)

And, of course, he doesn't waste an opportunity to tease you by making a "witty" remark

He takes you in his hands and carries you to the bedroom

I believe that he is rather gentle and sweet in your first times

Both because he doesn't want to somehow scare you away from him and because he's inexperienced

But he IS a fast learner, so he gets a hang of it rather quickly

If you ask him to be rougher, he will comply

Just know that he gets hella cocky

If he used to make you cum with his fingers, now he makes you work for it

Yes, honey, meet orgasm denial

You'll face it every time Garou fingers you as a foreplay

But when you finally reach your peak, he pulls out his fingers and shoves them into your mouth so you could get a taste of yourself

(and to feel your tongue around his fingers as well)

If your boyfriend used to gently support your head while you were sucking his cock, now his hands helps you take him deeper + he bucks his hips

(but he doesn't overdo it, so you don't feel uncomfortable)

(also, he is a type of guy who doesn't like his ball getting played with)

Yeah, Garou is not a big fan of eating you out because he can't fully see your face

(and come on, have you seen his fingers? I can only imagine what wonders they're capable of🥵)

He freaking loves to watch your facial expressions and see how good he makes you feel

Get acquainted with another kink: katoptronophilia or, in other words, mirror sex

Sometimes your face isn't enough for your boyfriend, and he wants to look at your body as well

He even records your sex on camera one time

He also likes to spank you

(but not hard, he hates a thought of even slightly hurting you)

Ooooh, jealousy sex with this man....

Garou makes sure that you remember you're his and his alone

He skips foreplay by roughly inserting two fingers into you and moving them until you're wet enough to take him

He definitely roughly fucks you in a doggy style

Don't forget about your old friend orgasm denial!

As you're about to cum, your boyfriend pulls out his dick, making you whimper in dissatisfaction

He pulls in soon enough, and when you're close again, he removes himself from you

This happens at least three times

His orgasm follows yours not long after

He cums deep inside you

Yeah, it turns out that your boyfriend has a breeding kink

Not in a way that he wants you to get pregnant

(that's why he is okay with getting himself a vasectomy)

But in the way how amazing it feels ejaculating in you

And how he loves to watch his cum drip out of your cunt/ass down your thighs and on bedsheets

I think you should have already figured out that Garou is always dom

Nuh-uh, he won't let you take the lead

He is also up for public sex and has no shame in teasing you

For example, you take your boyfriend to shopping with you one day

After two or three hours of strolling, Garou gets kinda bored

No, of course he loves spending time with you

But he wants to do something else, besides walking from one boutique to another

Well, alright, he gets to see you try on different outfits, that's a bonus

As you come out of the dressing room in a short dress that perfectly suits you, he appreciates your look and presses you against the wall, making sure to lock the door into the changing room

His lips are hungrily on yours and his hand moves down to your panties

You try to protest, but of course fail

His touch is so good

As you're about to cum, your boyfriend suddenly lets go of you and walks out of the dressing room, saying that he'll wait for you outside

Yeah, this bastard leaves you sexually frustrated and wanting more

Looks like your shopping has to be abruptly finished

Garou is also straightforward at telling you that he's horny

He either props his hard cock against your butt

Or hugs you from behind, burying his face into your neck and peppering it with kisses, while one of his hands cups your breast and the other one starts pleasuring your pussy

What turns Garou on?

He doesn't even know how to explain it, but...

Simply, your cuteness and innocence

Aaaaand also when you wear his clothes or show off your new lingerie

Garou is rather sweet and tender when it comes to taking care of you after sex

He asks if you're alright and if you need anything

He picks you up and helps you to shower

After that, he cuddles with you in bed and talks to you until you fall asleep

He'll admire your adorable sleeping face, thinking how lucky he is to have you by his side

(you might get an impression that he's very rough during sex, but I believe Garou manages to find perfect the golden mean between being too soft and being too harsh with you)

(like I've mentioned, you feel comfortable while having sex with your boyfriend even when he is meant to be "strict" with you)

(one of the reasons why he's always watching your face while making love to you is to detect any discomfort and take care of it if it appears)

(after all, Garou would be damned if he somehow hurt the person he loves so much)

(off-topic, but his cock is veiny)

This boy is a teenager with raging hormones

No, he is not horny all the time and, moreover, is not looking for hook-ups

In addition, his work is quite stressful, so he needs to get off to release all his tension

And the only way to do this is... jerking off

Metal Bat finds himself masturbating in the bathroom at least once in a week

(he doesn't have time and privacy to do it more often)

When you appear in his life, the need to cum recedes into the background

You and your presence easily take weight off his shoulders and make all problems fade away

But his hormones are active, remember

So some months later, Badd starts feeling an urge to be close to you as much as possible, to explore your body with his hands, to kiss all over your neck and go down with his lips, to see your flushed face and to hear your moans...

An old habit of his comes back

Now Metal Bat fantasizes about you while pleasuring himself

(he also starts masturbating more often than he used to)

He imagines how your naked body looks like, how soft your breasts are in his hands, how your tight pussy wraps around his cock, how much pleasure he gives you and how good you feel...

He always feels embarrassed and guilty afterwards

Because he feels like a pervert for thinking about you in inappropriate ways

So Badd doesn't pressure you into sex because he respects your boundaries

But god dammit, how it's difficult for him to ignore the tightness in his pants when you're around him and the way his dick twitches when you touch him

It gets even more hard for him as he starts having wet dreams about you and waking up with his boxers spotted with his semen

(he hardcorely prays for something like that NOT to happen when you're staying over)

Unfortunately or fortunately, your boyfriend gets a boner while making out with you at his place

(gladly, Zenko was staying over at her friend's place)

When you notice this, he stammers out apologies and pleads you to not see him as a pervert

He's surprised to hear that you want to have sex with him as well

And nervous because hasn't done this before and doesn't want to mess everything up

If you're experienced, Badd is embarrassed, but grateful for you taking the lead

If not, then he does his best not to screw up your first time together

Please be patient with him, this boy tries his best to give you pleasure

Making love to you is way better than he imagined

He becomes more bold and confident with every time you have sex

Metal Bat instantly falls in love with your pussy when he eats you out for the first time

You taste and smell amazing

He knows he's no pro at cunnilingus, but he doesn't stop until you cum

(sometimes he ejaculates in the process)

But he learns pretty fast

So soon enough, Badd knows the right spots to send you over the edge

And let me tell you that no lovemaking session goes without him absolutely devouring your cunt after spotting your body with his kisses

Really, he eats you out like a man starved

(what can I say? this man loves getting his most favourite dessert)

(he also tries to drink all of your juices when you reach the peak)

Even when you're about to give him a blowjob, he insists on at least kissing your folds

(and of course his sly tongue teasingly flicks against your pussy)

(he probably ends up performing you oral after you make a great job at sucking him off anyway)

Speaking of giving him a head, Metal Bat doesn't handle it well because of how freaking good it feels for him

He can't stand so much pleasure

Badd gently cradles your head with his hands, his thumbs brush away strands of your hair that can get in the way

Oh, how loud he gets...

He deeply moans, whimpers, whines, even sulks a little, gasps, hisses and repeats "Shit, love, it's so good, please don't stop"s like a prayer

Practically the same happens during sex

While your boyfriend doesn't act like a baby, he is still rather local

Mostly, he groans and tells you how perfect you are and how much he loves you, chanting your name

Please praise him as well, it means a lot to him

Otherwise, he'll get upset because he'll think he didn't satisfy you

If he needs to be quiet (for example, when Zenko is at home), he either peppers you with kisses and sucks on your skin or bites it down, always making sure that you don't feel pain

His most favourite pose is missionary because he gets to see your face and press his body against your

Badd doesn't like taking you from behind because...

He, no matter how strange it may sound, feels kinda lonely

And he's afraid that you might feel lonely as well

I know it doesn't really make sense, but it's important for Metal Bat to be close to you as much as possible

And just interlinking your bodies is not enough for him for this matter

The only exception is showering

When your boyfriend gets too horny and his sister is at his place, he takes you to the shower

Because he thinks that it muffles noises that both of you make the best

In addition, you get to immediately clean up

This happens quite regularly

In Zenko's eyes, you're definitely a good influence for his brother

Not only he starts taking showers more often with you (not that he didn't maintain his hygiene initially), but he also starts letting her hang out with her friends for longer and even stay over at their places

By the way, Badd is okay with being intimate with you on any surfaces, but inside his/your home

Yes, this man is not up for public sex

But if you're feeling playful and rile him up while you're out...

Except a rough treatment once you're back home

This is the only case when Metal Bat skips foreplay aka devouring your pussy by rubbing his finger against your folds

He also spits on his hand to use his saliva as lube

(but no, he'll never spit into your mouth)

(Idk why, but people ignore the detail that he spits on his hand with his bat before getting in the fight)

Speaking of his bat...

He kinda wants to see you ride it

(no, of course not as in stuffing yourself with it💀💀💀)

But as in tracing your folds along his bat

For some reason, the thought of it excites him

Wanna know what turns him on as well?

Lingering touches and looks

+ seeing you in your undies or wearing his clothes

(hint: the fastest way to make your boyfriend hot and bothered is… caressing his inner thighs)

Badd is a switch by the way

(but still prefers being dominant)

He likes it when you take the lead when you're having sex on the couch

Your boyfriend always tries his best to watch you and your body

But always ends up throwing his head back and closing his eyes because of the pleasure he's having

His nipples are sensitive. Period.

Lick or even slightly bite them – he's done for

What else?

Firstly, Metal Bat loves holding your hand while being intimate with you

It brings him a sense of reassurance that you're here and you love him

He also sees it as a way of showing his love for you and devotion to you

Secondly, your boyfriend is weak for your touch

And when you pull his hair? He freaking melts

(bonus points if you wrap your arms around his neck or place them on his shoulders)

(double points if you scratch his back with your nails)

Thirdly, sex with your boyfriend is messy

Mostly because of your and his love juices

His cock excretes precum rather fast... and a lot

(should you stroke his dick two times and his pants are already wet)

Fourthly, what if... his fighting spirit activates in bed too?👀

(I know that the main point is that he gets stronger with every hit he receives)

(and his ability has its name for a reason)

(but hear me out)

What if he gets rougher and more durable with each ejaculation, mmm?

(let's call his ability "love spirit" or "sex spirit"–)

(you know what, I'll leave it to your imagination)

So, usually, you have 2–3 rounds

The first one ends rather quickly due to Badd being edged while eating you out

The second round is longer and more intense

If you don't come, then your boyfriend makes sure to take you over the edge in the next one

Yeah, he won't stop until you reach your peak

Because he wants to satisfy you not only with his mouth, but with his dick as well

Only after that, he feels accomplished

I believe that Metal Bat's sperms are quite active, so it's risky for him to cum inside you

(even if your calendar says that chances of you getting pregnant are low)

So he prefers to ejaculate on your abdomen (if not in your pussy)

He grinds his cock along your swollen labia while riding out his orgasm

Badd nuzzles his face against your neck or kisses you deeply as he comes back to reality

After a while, he pulls back and asks if you're alright

He grabs wet wipes and cleans you up

For some reason, he finds this process endearing

He loves the feeling of caressing your tummy with his hands <3

If you want to take a shower after all, he will carry and wash you

But he'd rather just continue cuddling with you

Metal Bat brings your head to his chest and kisses the top of it, exhaling contentedly

You will talk for some time or just enjoy each other's presence until you fall back asleep

When Badd makes sure you're resting, he dozes off as well

(yes, this man has the biggest part, and I'm not sorry)

(my boy deserves all the attention in the world!!!)

If to be honest, one sentence is more than enough to describe how Amai is in bed:

He is a god of sex

That's all

Alright-alright, let's get down to business

So, I headcanon that Sweet Mask has experience in sex

When he was an arising star, he'd have one-night stands from time to time

Why not to put his popularity to use, huh?

However, when he gets admired by even more people, he realizes that hook-ups can lead to unpleasant scandals

So he removes sex from his life

Pop-idol doesn't feel any need to masturbate anyway

When he starts dating you, he understands that you'll have sex sooner or later

But decides not to bring this topic up until he's sure that you want him

How he acknowledges that you're ready to get intimate with him?

That's easy: by the way you stare at him longer than you should with a look that is far from being innocent and how you get more physical with him

Your boyfriend tells you that he'd like to take the next step in relationship and asks if you're ready as well on one of your dates at a fancy restaurant

(he already knows your answer, but doesn't want to come off rude)

You say that you want to take things to the next level

Congratulations, you've just sold your soul to the devil himself

Why? Well, how do I explain you this...

Amai loves being in control

So don't even dare to think about disobeying him and, moreover, taking the lead

He is always the dom

The foreplay is a sweet torture with Beaut

Because he makes you work and beg for his dick

(alright, he will be careful in first times, but he gradually prepares you for his... uh, games)

Usually, he tells you to sit naked on his bed with your legs spread open for him to see your pussy

After that, Sweet Mask commands you to pleasure yourself

As you begin touching yourself, he simply sits on the chair with his arms crossed and one leg draped over the other one

(voyeuristic much, huh?)

When you desperately try to reach your peak, he commands you to stop and stands up, telling you how helpless you are and that he will teach you how to please yourself

He inserts his two long fingers and starts moving them fiercely in your core

Soon enough, you let go

Your stimulation often consists of impact play as well

Again, you're sitting naked on the bed and blindfolded

Amai teasingly traces a crop or paddle along your skin

(and can even swat your ass with a whip)

This makes you hella aroused

You gasp and moan, begging for more

But your boyfriend doesn't stop

And he won't stop until you're a desperate, pleading mess, and he has enough of you

Then he rewards you with his dick... into your mouth

What, did you think that you could get off the hook that easily?

Let me tell you, this man is greedy in sex

So don't expect him to be nice to you

Beaut shoves his cock deep down your throat, making you gag and tear up

He bucks his hips and his hand has a strong grip on your hair

And of course, he doesn't let you waste a single drop of his sperm when he cums

You have to swallow it and then open your mouth to show him you did your job

After that, you finally have rough sex

Sweet Mask definitely loves role-play (or should I say interrogation play?)

He doesn't really have a favourite trope

But both of you are well aware that he will punish you

Sex with Amai is no less entertaining

I called him a god of sex for a reason

This man has a lot of kinks and is up for trying out new things in bed

You are into BDSM? Hold on, baby, he just needs to get his kit, and you're in for a ride

Want him to choke you? Your boyfriend is more than happy to comply

Call him daddy? Oh, daddy will show you how he loves being called like that

Feeling bratty? Expect a nice smack on your ass

Suggest putting his soft cock into you so it gets hard? This sounds intriguing, let's try it

Being too noisy? There will be a gag in your mouth

Doing great job today? Beaut praises you

Want to get frisky on his work? Huh, you little minx, you'll get what you want: just let your boyfriend lock you in his office/changing room and have his way with you

(he doesn't care if you two will be heard – let others hear how good he makes you feel)

(besides, it's not like they can do anything to him)

You're shy? That's too bad because Amai takes you in the front of the mirror from time to time

(and of course he doesn't waste an opportunity to admire his reflection)

You two had an unpleasant argument earlier? Then you're in for a makeup sex

Think you can handle cockwarming? That's bold of you, but keep in mind that you'll be the first one to give up

You're in a playful mood and want to use sex toys? Huh, Sweet Mask has a collection of them for you

You love it when you're sexually humiliated and degraded? No. It won't happen.

Well, yeah, Beaut is a dirty-dirty man, but he still has his sense of respect

You're his lover, not his whore

Speaking of being his, there is no way in hell he will let someone watch or join you two

He is the only one who can have power over you

And you are the only one who can satisfy him

Also, Amai doesn't like messy sex

He's pedant in this matter

So no abrasion (sexual arousal from harsh or scratchy surfaces), no food play, no urophilia (golden showers), no sploshing (being covered in different wet materials), no coprophilia (sexual arousal and pleasure from poop) and no blood play

Oh, he is clean and shaved down there

So he expects the same from you

This man cums in you, by the way

Yeah, breeding kink enters the chat

(manga spoiler: since "Sweet Mask has the ability to alternate his biophysical semblance to the point of even masking his genetic & thermal signature", I think he is able to control his spermatozoa, making them inactive to avoid unwanted pregnancy)

(and he adapts his dick to you)

Beaut is really gentle and affectionate with you in aftercare

He asks if he has hurt you somehow and if you need anything

If you don't fall asleep due to exhaustion by that moment, he scoops you in his arms and has a nice, hot bath with you

He gets out of the bathroom earlier than you so he can change your bedsheets

After that, he comes back to you and takes you to bed

Your boyfriend provides you with everything you ask him: food, water, massage, cuddles, late night talks, etc.

But you're quite quick to fall asleep, making Sweet Mask smirk pridefully and soon doze off as well

(I forgot to mention that everything Amai does during sex comes with your consent)

(so if you're uncomfortable with something, do tell him)

(he may be egocentric, but wants you to have pleasure as well)

(and you definitely have a stop word)

(oh, and I bet there is some secret folder in his phone gallery with some entertaining photos of you..)

So...

I think Flashy has never needed sex nor thought about it

He just went on with his hero work, being too busy to think about anything else

This changes when you, his dear girlfriend, come to his life

No, he doesn't get horny all of a sudden or thinks about you in an inappropriate way

S-class hero certainly ignores all your hints that you're ready to have sex with him

He does it not on purpose, he's just a dummy when it comes to flirting

So yeah, you have to be straightforward with him

But not necessary with words

It happens when you're having bath together

You sit on Flash's lap and start making out with him

Soon, both of you begin exploring each other's bodies with your hands, moaning in the kiss

Suddenly, you feel something poking your butt

It's his dick

As you break the kiss and want to tease your boyfriend, he gets ahead of you

He gives you a witty remark with a confident smile and turns you around, pinning you against the edge of the bath so your ass faces him

And then he starts eating you out, performing both cunnilingus and anilingus

(yep, you heard me right)

Flashy uses his mouth and fingers like a professional, despite him being inexperienced in this stuff

But how come he's good at it? We can only guess

He hits all your weak spots, making you reach your orgasm in a short time

After that, he pulls in and starts moving inside you

(and no, your boyfriend doesn't want you to give him blowjobs because...)

(well, because, lol🤷‍♀️)

(nah, the real reason is that he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and, for him, having something gagging you in your throat is quite unpleasant experience)

Flashy Flash is uncharacteristically sweet and gentle with you during sex

And sex with Flash is sensual

He tenderly caresses your sides and back while rocking his hips

His lips leave a trail of soft kissed along your spine

His voice is like a sweet melody, coming from his mouth and praising you

That's so unlike Flashy Flash because he's always stoic and restrained in your relationship

Not to mention that he's hardly ever affectionate

But maybe that's how he makes up for all his coldness?

You'd think that since your boyfriend was egocentric, he'd show you how amazing he was in bed as well

However, he opens up to you from a different, vulnerable side

And you're not against this at all

Though don't forget that he's always the dom anyway

As for his fetishes, it might surprise you, but he is not into showing his full control over you and is not a fan of bondage like Sonic

He actually doesn't have kinks that much

But there are two main ones: wax play and quirofilia (attraction to hands)

Yes, Flashy Flash likes to drip the wax from candles onto your spine and watch how you arch your back

(don't worry, he makes sure that it won't be hot and painful for you)

So he buys specific candles for erotic stimulation that burn at a prefect temperature for you and their wax turns into massage oil

This lets him explore your body with his hands

And as you could already have guessed, he mostly takes you from behind

By the way, he also likes it when you run your fingers along his muscles

And he loves your hands in general

Not only the way how they feel on him, but how they look as well

Your boyfriend finds them aesthetic, as strange as it may sound

When I say that your hand do wonders to him, I meant they he not only feels pure ecstasy, but also can easily get aroused from your touch

Another turn on for Flash is your bratty attitude

For some reason, he finds it funny and endearing

And wants to put you in your place, either verbally or physically

But of course he always ends up being soft to you

Oh, and he definitely likes it when you play with his hair and slightly pull it

(he doesn't show it, but you know he enjoys it because he LETS you do so)

But don't think that you have all power over S-class hero

This man is a teasing bastard, especially in public

He moves his hand to your thighs and then between your legs

And starts rubbing your sensitive areas through the fabric

(thanks to his assassin skills, he does it without getting unnoticed)

As for you... well, you don't want to draw unnecessary attention, right?

So be a good girl and act like nothing happens

Your boyfriend really gets off from seeing you struggling with trying to ignore his touch

(maybe it's his way to get his revenge on you for your sassy attitude)

If you're both too horny to wait until you get home, he quickly takes you to the secure place and has sex with you rather fast (and rougher than usual)

Flashy Flash is straightforward when he feels aroused

No, he won't say it directly to you

But his intense gaze and suggestive caressing of your sides are more than enough for you to know that he wants you

Flash prefers to cum on your butt/lower back

And of course inside you as well

(erm, guys, I once had a dream that he likes it when his s/o lays on his chest with her legs spread open and shows him how his sperm is dripping out from her pussy)

(do what you want with this information)

(just don't ask me about it)

Your boyfriend always makes sure that you're both cleaned up after your love sessions

(yeah, sessionS because you usually have two good rounds)

He either wipes away all aftermath of your passion with wet clothes or washes you in the shower

After that, you're usually treated with a nice, relaxing massage

Flashy gently rubs all your muscles so you won't be sore on the next day

(because as much as he is careful during sex, you end up getting sore in the morning)

(but hey, it means he did you good, huh? ;))

If you don't fall asleep after getting aftercare from him, then he talks to you until he hears your soft snuffling

And only after that he can go to sleep as well

Zombieman was never interested in getting intimate with anyone

He didn't feel the need to do so

But when he gets in a relationship with you, he understands that sex will be brought up sooner or later

Zombieman is a gentleman

So he waits for you to be ready to take things onto another level

(and also reads a few articles about woman's body so he won't mess everything up and will 100% give you pleasure)

(well, it's not like your boyfriend doesn't have general knowledge about both woman's body structure and sex)

(he just wants to know nuances)

As you could have already guessed, you have to walk up to your boyfriend and tell him directly that you want to have sex with him

Because he respects your boundaries and never advances towards you

But he's happy to hear that you're ready to get intimate with him

For him, it's the most valuable way to show love and deep trust

Zombieman takes his time with making sure you're prepared for him

He presses you down to bed with his body, kisses you tenderly, doesn't hurry to take off your clothes, caresses your body

All in all, your boyfriend does everything to make you feel comfortable and only after that takes things further

I believe he prefers fingering you instead of eating you out

Because he loves admiring your face (especially when he's the one who gives you pleasure)

Though, Zombieman loves it when you give him a head

He gently guides your head with his hand and brushes away strands of your hair

(if there are any that can get in the way)

His other hand is busy with bringing to his lips either a glass of whiskey or a cigarette

Speaking of it, your boyfriend totally loves when you cockwarm him while he's sitting on the armchair and drinking/smoking

(and he breathes out the cigarette smoke like this 100%)

Anyway, let's get back to sex

Your boyfriend prefers a classic approach to it

Meaning you mostly have sex in missionary and doggy style

He makes love to you gently and in a middle pace

(but if you ask for more, he will comply)

Zombieman tenderly kisses all over your face and neck

His hands usually travel along your curves

Or his one hand grabs your thigh and the other one holds yours

S-class hero is not vocal during sex

Maximum what you can hear are his grunts and whispered praises of how good you feel

Your boyfriend also likes to put some music on the background

(some good old jazz🤌)

As for fetishes, I believe he doesn't really have particular ones

Well, except for your underwear and stripping

Zombieman loves looking at your almost bare body with only erotic lingerie covering your intimate parts

And if you tease him by putting on a little show of undressing in front of him…

Let's just say his is one of the fastest ways for him to lose his patience and control

By the way, he definitely sometimes pulls off your panties with his teeth

He seems like a type of guy who smokes while ravishing you from behind

(and also covers your back with the cigarette smoke)

But only if you're okay with it!!!

Your boyfriend doesn't really have any triggers that turn him on

(well, maybe, except for teasing him in public)

He gets aroused when you're both just spending time together and being all romantic

Zombieman caresses your sides and whispers into your ear that he wants you

You don't usually have many rounds because, believe me, one is more than enough for you

Because he perfectly knows all your weak spots and makes you cum without breaking a sweat

It takes a while for him to finish, so don't be surprised if you orgasm more than once

He mainly ejaculates inside you because his sperms are inactive so you won't get pregnant

As I've already mentioned, your boyfriend is a gentleman 

So he takes a good care of you after sex

Asks you if you're alright and need anything, takes you to the shower/bath/cleans you up with wet wipes, brings you food and water, give you a massage, cuddle with you

He does everything you ask him

Zombieman likes to stroke your hair while having your head on his chest and talking to you about anything

When you doze off, he admires your face for some time with a smile and then falls asleep as well

(his dick is purple, by the way)

Ooooh, this man definitely watches hentai and maybe even plays videogames of this genre

And of course masturbates to it

(quite often, I must add)

When you become his girlfriend, this doesn't change

If he doesn't start touching himself more often, that is

King thinks of you and even a opens a pic of you on his phone while stroking his dick

And ends up feeling shame for what he has done

Does he stop? No, he does not

Moreover, he starts stealing your dirty panties

He sniffs your scent, grips your undies with his teeth and even wraps them around his cock while pleasuring himself

One day you catch him red-handed by accident

You just finished dealing with your stuff and wanted to surprise your boyfriend

Only to find him jerking off with your underwear in his hands

King's face immediately goes pale as he awaits to face your wrath

But instead of getting shamed, he sees you approaching him with a smirk on your face

And suddenly you wrap your hand around his dock and start stroking it

Oh god, how good your touch feels

Soon enough, your boyfriend cums

All this aroused you, so you want more

And judging by the longing in King's eyes, he feels the same

So both of you take it to the bed where you masturbate him again

King is sub, so mostly you initiate sex and take the lead

He is a whimpering baby when you suck him off

(and cums fast as well)

Your boyfriend also loves it when you're sitting on his face

The feel of your thighs crushing him and your sweet taste is a pure heaven for him

And yes, he doesn't really like fingering you

But King for sure likes it when you cockwarm him when you're both playing videogames

As I've already pointed out that he is sub, you usually ride him with your hands on his chest or on his shoulders

Meanwhile, his nails are tightly dug into your waist

(and he sometimes bucks his hips, moving along with you)

This man is rather vocal during sex

He moans, whimpers, sulks, gasps and begs you for more

You like to call him good/bad boy (depending on the context)

Oh, how much you love torturing him by overstimulating him or denying his orgasm as a foreplay

And King doesn't mind this, not at all

He is putty in your hands

Your boyfriend takes the lead in bed only when you ask him to

Or when he is in the mood for taking the control (in other words, when he's too horny and wants to skip foreplay)

He's not too rough nor too gentle with you

And does a great job at satisfying you

Your boyfriend is not cruel like you, so you could say that you just have good sex with him without any games

And usually it's one nice round

King is not up for public sex

So he waits to get home when you rile him up

Another way to arouse him, besides showing your underwear or purposely leaving a pair of dirty panties in a conspicuous place, is to wear school uniform (mini skirt + half-hose)

Call him onii-chan, and he's done for

(this is commonly the reason why he takes the lead in the bed)

Your boyfriend cums either inside you or where you tell him to

He's kinda lazy after sex and settles with cleaning you up with just wet wipes and then cuddling with you

But if you need anything else, he'll give it to you

You're his queen after all

Both of you also like to watch memes or anime while snuggling each other until you fall asleep together

(when you send him nudes, don't expect him to answer you immediately)

(wait for around five minutes until he finishes "dealing with stuff")

(you perfectly know that King needs to jerk off as he gets nuts once he sees the pic of you)

(after pleasuring himself, he tells you how great you look)

(orrr if he's feeling bold enough, he sends you a photo of raging boner or a video where he touches himself)

(dirty-dirty🤭)