#the second one...from watching 'thank wad' had to :P

[beatleswings]

Since we finally have them in HD....hehehehe >:)

[screampied]

‘ ALLLL ON MY TONGUE I WANT IT ★ ?!

𝜗℘ feat. toji, gojo, geto, sukuna, higuruma. how the jjk men eat you out, ‘till the jaw aches

cw. fem! reader, cunnılingus, dirty talk, praise, edging, nose riding, hair pulling ( geto ), slight mommy kink ( choso ), squırting, overstim, p spanking, dumbification, puśsy drunk men, spıt kink, biting, i forgot nanami nuu, sukuna uses his hand mouth.

wc. 4.0k+

☆ SUGURU GETO.

“i’m hungry. spread ‘em,” balmy hot breath fans against the inner parts of your thighs as you sit still. lazily, you lean back against your bed, meeting the feral gaze of a very feral man with dark raven strands running down each sides of his face. there’s an almost pout forming on his lips before he kisses your pretty twitching pussy through your panties.

without hesitation, he ogles as your legs sprawl away from each other. he rests on his stomach, preparing to dig in before you stop him, lightly grabbing him by the hair. “s- sugu,” you breathe, feeling a tingle brew inside of your tummy, mixing along with a fluttering concoction of butterflies. he stares at you with a raised brow before you pull out the sable black hair tie that was secured around his wrist, pinning his hair up into a messy ponytail.

“oh,” he hoarsely hums with a shrug before preparing himself to dig in - licking a long sloppy stripe that forms a sticky wetness against the cottony fabric of your panties. “thank you baby. always so thoughtful.”

geto didn’t have to tell you twice. whenever he came home, he wanted you. whether it was thirst or hunger, the only thing that would clench his thirst and feed him right was that pretty thing between your legs. he’d eat you out for hours, up until his tongue is numb and his jaw is just aching.

“thirsty,” he huffs, and you could hear him swallow every few slurps. your legs were already shaking in dire anticipation. geto’s irregular breaths were gruffly strained—he runs his calloused fingertips against your slick folds before lapping them up with his tongue. “mhm,” dark eyes flicker back toward you and he grabs your wrist that’s dug into his scalp. “pull. harder,” he grunts, instructing you to tighten your grip against his hair. you’d almost forgot it was one of the many kinks he’s told you he’s into. as you gather a good enough feel, you drag his hair by the ponytail, pulling harder and harder until he grunts. a sly smile presses against your pussy before he chuckles. “good girl. better had.”

as he’s shoved face first into your cunt, you notice the shine on his lips were painted a pretty crimson. with his eyes close, lengthy black lashes flap every so often as he’s devouring his favorite meal of the day. of every day.

“sugu, sugu, suguuuu,” you whimper, the sensitivity of the nerves that store inside of your clit making you fail to stay still. he inhales, gathering a decent wad of saliva before spitting right onto your cunt. it’s so nasty, he’s nasty. you watch with wide eyes, feeling yourself twitch even more before he licks it right up with no shame. out of nowhere—you felt yourself blurt out your thoughts you didn’t expect to come from your mouth. at least not so soon. “s- spank it, sugu.”

“spank it sugu,” he mocks your words, rolling his eyes before briefly moving his lips away. “don’t tell me what to do,” and within seconds later, he spanks your cunt anyway. damp droplets of your slick plop onto his palm and he groans. “last time i checked, i don’t take orders from sloppy wet girls so lie back ‘n let me finish eating, yeah?”

“yes, s- suguru,” you pant, the quake within your thighs never subsiding.

there’s another eye roll that comes from geto, and he goes right back to eating you out like a starved man. he doesn’t even need to use his fingers, his tongue was just enough. more than enough actually. orgasm after orgasm, he’s emitting out the most sweetest sounds from you. you’re so loud that it bounces off the walls. he hears the reverb of your voice and it makes him snicker. “louder,” he growls, slurping up a remainder of your saccharine flavored juices. your grip remains in his hair and you bite your lip, preparing to finish yet again. “i wanna hear you. i want the neighbors to hear you. i wanna hear a scream come outta that pretty tight throat.”

and he meant it — your pleasure meant everything to him. with the way he’s sucking, you wouldn’t have lasted a second longer.

the moment you end up reaching your inevitable climax, a potent bawl rips out of your throat raw. he’s munching on your pussy, eyes shut with an innocent smile on his face as if he hadn’t just made you an entire broken mess. “s- suguruuu!”

you’re shaking, panting.

it’s as if every finish was way more powerful than the last one. a breezing squall of wind prises from your full lungs before you fall back. your legs remain spread, mouth formed into a circular shape whilst you’re still making a cute attempt at trying to catch your breath. “c’mere,” a low voice murmurs to you, and he sits up to go toward you. geto’s sweltering body heat radiates against you. he tenderly wraps a hand around your neck before pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. “open.”

with half lidded eyes, you open, already knowing what’s to come. as you part your plump lips apart, rolling out your tongue, sharp hooded eyes stare down your throat before he leans in and spits right inside. you moan, feeling his free hand toy with your cunt some more, clearly not finished. “uh huh. now, swallow ‘n give me a kiss, sweetheart.”

as his hand squeezes against your pulsating pussy, you whine—swallowing, shutting your heavy eyelids before pulling him into a sloppy wet kiss. beads of sweat from his forehead press against yours before he returns the gesture, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“mhm,” he grunts, now starting to suck on your tongue. it took you a while to realize geto’s eyes were already open, and he was looking straight at you. abruptly, he pulls away and gives your forehead a kiss. “good girl,” but then he makes you lie back, spreading your legs even further.

“but ‘m still thirsty. let’s see if i can make ya squirt this time, pretty.”

☆ HIGURUMA HIROMI.

“dove, you wanna ride my nose, don’t you?”

a low voice coos at you as he’s reclined back against the sofa. he’s sexily manspread, work clothes still on and unkempt — tie pulled off halfway and he hums, watching your abashed expression grow. “it’s okay, i don’t bite. c’mere.”

and with an usher of two swift finger motions, he tells you to come closer. with your panties still on whilst you’re slowly sticking your own arousal between your legs, you prepare to hover over his face.

you pause, parting your knees apart and on each side of his face before huffing. “a- are you sure? i don’t wanna suffocate you, ‘romi.”

“that sounds like heaven, trust me,” he whispers, grabbing ahold of both of your thighs. it was a secure grip. with two broad hands, he outspreads them - gentle thumbs stroking against your sweet, candied skin. “so perfect. so nice ‘n soaked jus’ for me, huh,” and after about a few seconds, you take your seat down on his face. higuruma gruffly grunts, a low guttural moan escaping from his lips before he smooches against your cunt. it’s slick, not only slick but sweetly sweet. “that’s it, dove. ‘s just you ‘n me, don’t be shy. ride it.”

you whine, biting down on your bottom pulled lip as your pussy grinds against the bridge of his nose. the second you ride against it, the feeling sent your entire body into overdrive.

with your lashes fluttering, you feel the bumpy texture of his hooked nose - it’s rough and gnarled—perfect for riding against.

higuruma lowly grunts at seeing the way your hips leisurely pick up its pace.

you were a natural, moving against his face whilst your hands find their way into his hair. his messy, knotted strands was like a maze. your slender digits entangle through his darkened roots, giving them a firm tug before your head tosses back in ecstasy.

“f- fuuuck, hiromi,” and you start to feel his tongue lay itself flat. you’re rubbing your cunt against his slick-spit lips and his nose back and forth.

over and over, you’re already spiraling,

profusely, your legs shake and jitter before you whimper out a desperate wail. “jus’ like that, ‘romi. p- please,” and as you continue to use his face, he’s meeting your eyes. it’s only been seconds and he’s already pussy drunk. a sly smile spreads across his lips before he slides a thumb down the opening of your cunt. “ngh, fuck.”

“yeah, dovey. ride my face—mphm,” and he’s interrupted by your cunt silencing his words. your taste, he just couldn’t get enough. higuruma’s already got a slippery snail trail of your arousal that’s coating his chin. it’s got an almost glow to it, you yank on his strands until his head falls forward. a throaty chuckle comes out of him before he flicks his tongue against your clit. “heh, easy now. my hair’s one of my best features.”

you couldn’t even laugh because pretty soon, you were about to reach your chilling climax. its shivering, frigid and you felt like you were walking on eggshells.

“fuh— fuck,” you clench your jaw, feeling your legs merely collapse right then ‘n there. it was unpredictable, you were an entire full blown mess and his tongue wasn’t making it any better. as you continue to thrash your hips into his greedy mouth, you’re clinging onto his hair tightly. his nose, the bumpy texture continues to rub off against your swollen cunt before it finally comes.

you come,

it comes all at once - an overwhelming bundle of nerves surge straight out of you, electricity pulsing through your veins as you come undone.

you’re sucking your teeth and you don’t even realize it. as you’re slowing down by default, feeling his lips steadily suck against your tender slick folds, he purrs.

“oh, my love,” he breaks away for a moment to breathe, warm breath titillate against your twitching heat. “made quite a mess out of me, huh,” and with a thumb, he rubs against your pulsating clit, giving the nub one final kiss. “such a good girl. my good girl.”

☆ CHOSO KAMO.

“baby? c .. can we try this?” and you have a sheepish grin once choso’s showing you a video of a woman getting ate out. however, he’s imagining it’s you the entire time, feeling his mouth water at the pure thought of tasting your sweet cunt for the first time. it’s lewd, probably too lewd for him but he just couldn’t help it.

“sure, ‘cho,” you give him a soft smile. even your smile alone was enough to get him hard.

and it did.

with choso though, despite being over hundreds of years old, he was inexperienced but he was also a very quick learner. he tried to remember the video, the tongue work, how the man made the woman feel. but the second he’s diving into your cunt face first, there’s no prying him off.

you’re laid flat on your back whilst he’s right between your thighs, using a single thumb to trace down alongside your curves. he makes sure to pay attention to every part of your body at least he tries to. heart eyes blow its way into his pupils, dilating as he admires your pretty frame. “y- you’re so pretty, baby,” his voice was so soft and gruff. it almost sounds like a whisper.

not even seconds go by and he’s already drooling right before your pussy. a shimmery coat of saliva pours down the inner cracks of his lips as he gets a view of his meal. god, he couldn’t wait. every few seconds, he’d pull away to coat your slit with a multitude of amorous, sweet kisses. once you wrap your thighs around his face, he’s slurping anything and everything out of you.

you could barely stay still, going into a state of shock of pure pleasure. choso’s tongue was long, he makes it extend all inside of you, not missing a single spot. it curves its way through the inner parts of your cunt, taking time to swallow your taste and moan at the flavor that now lives on his tongue. your flavor. it doesn’t take him long to reach your sweet spot - because once you release that cute squeal, he sucks against it even harder.

“w- wanna make my princess feel good,” he murmurs, already drowning in your slick. your pussy was sopping wet, coating his chin with such ease. every once and a while, he flicks his tongue against his chin, relishing in your taste. “fuuuck,” he whines, feeling a cute tug of your hand drag his ponytail against your cunt. “use my ponytails like handle bars baby, ‘s okay— mmm.”

like a good boy, he slurps you clean, pressing a hand gently on your tummy, brushing a thumb against your navel as he’s happily luxuriating in your taste. “c- chosooo,” you mewl, feeling the intense shake of your legs arise.

it’s like a wave, everything’s preparing to crash down all at once. with the way you sung his name, it sounded like a harmony, a symphony.

his pointed ears twitch at the sound of your voice, the way your hips thrust into his mouth makes him drool for more.

already . . you’re stupefied. he’s drunk from your pussy and you’re drunk from his tongue. “ugh, jus’ like that, baby. you’re doing so good, making me feel so good.”

“i- i am?” his face cutely lights up. choso gives your cunt soft licks, delving his tongue in and out, exploring every depth. choso’s head moves side to side in a quick motion. it’s attractive, he’s already sweating and strands of black hair stuck against his forehead like glue. choso was a sucker for praise, especially whenever it came from you.

he can’t help but creep a hand down between his legs as he lies on his stomach, touching himself. he groans against your pussy, feeling your hips stutter from his erotic tongue work.

“y- yes,” you whimper, grabbing ahold of both of his soft dark ponytails. his eyes lock onto yours and he’s entirely pussy drunk—droopy eyes and that sheepish little grin. he looked so pretty, but the moment he stares down, choso knew that your sweet cunt was even prettier. as he’s lapping up your honeyed taste, slurping against your folds, you rub him against your soaked entrance with a more hastily tempo. “so good, choso. m- make me feel so good all the time.”

“i- i do?” he whimpers, moaning from your taste. he’s trying not to rush, he wants to savor the flavor of your cunt. your praises, it was enough to make him make a mess in his pants.

so much so to where he can’t help but reach down to touch himself. reach down into his obsidian black boxers, stroking his flaccid veiny cock. with choso, he gets off to you, your pleasure was always his pleasure. once he sees you nod, he lowly moans again against your cunt, quickening his tongue work and pace. “i- i do,” he repeats, kissing your folds again, and again, until you end up cumming on his tongue.

hard, it comes quick. it had your mind going for a loop — you couldn’t think nor could you register anything out of your little empty brain. you feel a hard pressure pressing against your abdomen, a pool of heat ghosting on your body and you get euphoric tingles. right away, your legs give out as he’s still dug between them, flopping back and landing with a cute oof. choso’s lower part of his chin was soaked and he loved it. he slides your panties back toward the center before having a soft pout. “are you okay? w- was i like the video?”

with a soft exhale leaving your windpipe—you huff, cupping his face. “even better,” and you lean down to kiss him. he moans into your lips, leaning into your gentle touch, sitting up to press his body against yours. swiftly, your tongue licks against his upper lip, tasting your taste that was lingering on his tongue - it’s sweet. choso could feel his heart racing, and you gasp once he slowly trails a hand down between your thighs. as he’s on top of you, he gives your cunt a gentle feel before licking a needy stripe up your neck. “c.. choso, you want more?”

“yeah,” he whines with a subtle nod, and he doesn’t even realize that he’s humping against your leg. “please— pleaseplease, take care of me now m- mommy?”

☆ TOJI FUSHIGURO.

“nuh uh, no ya don’t. get the fuck back here,” and a small squeak leaves your throat as he’s dragging you back by the hips. clumps of creamy cum stick against the fat of your thighs - it’s spilling, oozing out and he licks his lips at the sight.

you moan from his touch, feeling his hand caress against your curves. “bend f'r me, yeah,” he whispers hoarsely, witnessing the limp arch your body submits. “atta girl,” he coos roughly, bringing his face directly up close to your ass. “what a fuckin’ mess,” he smacks his fat angry tip against your needy slit. kissing his teeth, toji grunts. “really milked the shit outta me, babygirl.”

indeed you did - as he drags a thumb down the swollen bulb of your clit, he stares at the excess cum that pours out of your hole.

“ngh,” you whimper, feeling his toasty warm breath tickle against your wet folds. the second you feel toji’s tongue lap against your entrance, your thighs only grow weaker. you were already so sensitive from before, and the moment his tongue licks against your pussy — you were over. toji’s nasty, smearing his face all over your drooling cunt with the most cockiest grin on his face. the curving slant of his scar brushes against your folds and your toes curl at the rough texture. “tooojiiii,” you gasp out a sweet elongated hum, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“such a fuckin’ messy girl, huhhh,” he quips, flattening his tongue to slurp you full. your legs shiver as your eyes start to roll back, feeling his thumb tantalizingly plug its way against your puckering hole. “messy baby, gotta fuck you ‘n clean you right up,” and his breath against your cunt only makes you twitch more. you moan over and over until your voice was a broke record.

it feels peculiarly cool, a frigid slick coats against your folds as he latches his lips. you whimper, muffled moans clashing against the soft surface of your palm before he playfully bites your pussy.

“such a crybaby, maybe i should stop hm? ‘s it too much? thought you were a big girl.”

“n- no, please,” you choke out a weak sob, the pleasure practically giving you whiplash. your ass swerves against his face briefly, making an attempt to rut your rear against his face. “i am your big girl—don’t stop, ‘toj. ‘m gonna cum, hngh.”

with a scoff, he continues to swipe his tongue across - flicks turning into sloppy, sultry sucks.

it’s to the point where he’s practically just making out with your pussy, tongue kissing and giving it solid french kisses. sloshing sounds of your wet pussy rings against his sensitive ears before he inserts a single thick digit. with gracious ease, you clamp around his finger and you let off a breathless moan.

“c’monnn, give it to me. all on my fuckin’ tongue, girl,” and as he’s sucking you clean, you heave, feeling the plush of your tummy cave in in rapture. once he gives your cunt a rude abrupt spank with his free hand, you let off a cute whine. he tchs, narrowing his jade blown irises at you. “fuckin’ slut. get turned on from jus’ about anything, huh,” and your thighs jiggle with recoil. your shrilling babbles only pitch and grow louder before he’s nibbling harder against your pulsating nub. you huff, digging the edges of your teeth into your flesh. already, you’re dumb and it’s moments until you cum right on his tongue. “mhm.”

as you blissfully succumb to your teeth shattering release, your chest slumps into the mattress and you’re left stupid - entirely stupid.

your tongue was lolled out and your eyes flickered back to the very depths of your craniums “fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, toji,” you slur your words on melodic loop, chewing on each individual syllable. as you collapse, you feel yourself dampen between the crevices of your thighs.

“allllll clean,” he snickers, giving you pussy another smack. you whine, feeling your cunt all tender and sensitive. toji pries his lips off, licking them clean before dragging his thumb across his scar. it was wet, his stubble was drenched, and toji leans in to give your filthy folds one final suck. you’re too stunned to speak, trying to wriggle your ass away from his mouth but he drags you right back again. “not so fast, baby. ‘m not done,” and before he flips you over on your tummy, he spanks your ass just to see the little jiggle. “but since y’er a good girl, i think you can give me one more, right?”

“well—”

you’re interrupted with a mean slap to your pussy.

“that’s enough talkin’ baby. ‘s time y’er pussy gets the mic,” and the dark haired man gives your folds a soft, loving kiss. in a low, hoarse whisper, he hums, staring straight at your twitching entrance. “ain’t that right, princess? uh huh, thought so.”

☆ SATORU GOJO.

makes you squirt for the first time and immediately gets addicted to it.

“heh, angel if i had a dollar for every time you squirted f'me today, i’d be rich— well, technically i am rich,”

and of course with gojo, not only is he a good eater but he’s a fucking blabbermouth.

he’d literally talk your ear off while you’re riding his face. white thin strands of hair nearly occlude his view of vision. as he’s lying flat on his back, he needs to take a few seconds to dig his hand through his hair, combing the strands back in place. your legs tremor with desirable euphoria.

as you shifted your weight against him — his chiseled jaw all shiny and glistening with your arousal, he simpers as you prepare to speak. “s- shut up, ‘toru,” you repeat yourself for the nth time, eager for him to start up again. his tongue had you craving for more. this was his favorite view of you, without a doubt. just straddling his face, rocking your rickety hips back and forth until you gush out again. sucking in a long breath of air, you bury your shivery fingers into his smooth snowy-rich scalp. “ngh, talk so fuckin’ much just finish.”

“ugh, well excuse me,” he rolls his eyes, pretending to be offended. the white haired male used a single thumb to pry your legs open before he rolls out his long tongue. it’s clean, a pretty pink tongue that’s already watering at the tip. drip after drip. your breath hitches at the sight, he’s hungry for more and so were you. “let’s try with my fingers this time, pretty girl. think we can do that?”

you nod, inching a hand down to touch yourself but with quick reflexes - he grabs your hand only to then spank your pussy, earning a cute yelp from you. “ah ah. words, i was speaking to you, not your pussy, dummy.”

“y- yes,” you hiss, feeling the stutter in your waist accelerate. if it wasn’t for gojo’s hand gripping against your left hip, you’d have surely collapse onto him. “i can take your fingers, ‘toru.”

“fuck yeah you can,” he purrs - hot breath going right up against your slick folds. you whimper, watching with hazy doe eyes as he starts up again. gojo feels your cunt sporadically twitch in his mouth and he groans. he creates a swirl with the tip of his tongue before slowly inserting one finger. one eventually turns into two and the stretch, your legs were on its last final final hinges. you moan at the thickness of his digits curling all around your soaked gripping walls, swabbing up a nice amount of your slick slippery sweet. “yeah, listen to her. she’s got so much to say unlike you.” and his pristine azul eyes were staring straight at your cunt, not you. the wet wet squelches from your own slobbering folds makes your hips jerk forward quicker.

as he’s vigorously plunging two fingers in and out, his tongue continuing to slurp you clean. you whine, tugging on his hair, holding onto it tight for support. a hand claws into his silky strands before you hear the sloppy sluuuurps that slither out of his annoying mouth.

“sa— fuck, satoru,” you sob out, gasping once the tips of his digits locate your g-spot with such ease. he was so quick, his fingers knew exactly what to do. mimicking a bowling ball grip, he fucks his fingers into your swollen cunt, still latching his lips onto your pussy. “ngh, ‘toru. i just finished. satoruuuu.”

“babyyyy,” he mocks your moan in a faux manner, fully exaggerating the way you sounded. you rode his face at a more steady yet faster tempo, already feeling yourself about to collapse.

the stimulation had you floating on an incredible high. white thin brows of his arch into a furrow as he’s melting in your cunt, laying his tongue flat before overzealously sucking against your clit.

“mhm, that’s it. make another mess. awh. don’t be shy, ‘toru’s gonna clean—mmph,” he pauses with a grunt, giving you a half glare as you yank his hair forward. his smug grin returns and he briskly pistons his fingers further into your gummy walls. “as i was saying, ‘toru’s gonna clean you right up. always liked the mess.”

you’re spasming — the only thing you could see was a multitude of bright colors. as your jaw drops right on lewd cue, dangling goofily, you felt a gush of pleasure ripple out of you again. your thighs practically stuck together, the numbness adding its own kind of gripping sting before he quickly snatched his soaked fingers out. now, you’re just a drooling babbling puddle—with huffed breaths, you glance down at gojo who’s got the biggest grin.

as he’s lapping up your mess, you feel the tip of his nose swipe its way against your folds. he couldn’t help but smell you, your heat. you were so hot, in more ways than one. cerulean blue eyes meet yours one more time before he snickers, a tiny pout curling against his lips.

“oh, baby. are you cryin’?”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“no, go on. finish touchin’ her,”

hoarse low words embarrassingly creates a pulse between your thighs. as you stare at sukuna, not only are you knuckles deep into your swollen pussy but you’re also caught red handed.

curses, you knew full well how sukuna wasn’t fond of you touching what’s his. to him, you were his and that included your precious cunt. crimson red eyes bore into you as you slouch back, continuing to pump your sloppy drenched digits in and out. “keh. the audacity.”

you felt a burning heat settle against your skin, its feverish. you take a minute to swallow, a slimy coat coating the entirety of your fingers before you whine.

“kuna,” and he sucks his teeth - staring at you play with yourself right in front of him. with two hands, he spreads your legs, not wanting you to hide anything else. his touch send a feverish thrill up your spine and you gasp once he lightly smacks your hand away. “p— pleas-”

“quiet, woman,” he grouses, using the fat of his thumb to spread your quivering cunt lips apart further. he gets a full face view of how soaked you were. as you remain sat against a fluffed pillow, you gulp at the sight of the demon - licking his lips, forked tongue baring out a single fang the more his mouth stretches opens. within a second, he lolls out his long tongue before getting a sweet taste of your soppy pussy. you whimper, the texture of his pink muscle makes you shiver. “mhm,” he grunts, the low vibrations tickling against you.

but you start to feel an extra tongue glide against your soddened folds. voluntarily, your back arches and you heard a loud slurp before meeting the view of one of his broad hands.

you remember sukuna telling you how he had tongues on … certain other places of his body.

he’s told you about his stomach but never his hands. “s- sukuna,” you whimper, the texture feeling frigidly cold. it tickles at first, his clammy hand smearing back and forth against your cunt. “fuck, fuuuuck,” and your head leans back, all types of emotions foiling at your brain. and your irises slowly became docile. both slippery tongues were forked, long, and slimy. you shudder the entire time, gasping in long exaggerated breaths as your thighs try to stick together from the growing heat. “gonna cum, ‘kuna. ‘m not gonna last.”

“yes you are,” he snarls in correction, the mixture of two fat tongues diverting against your clit sends you pangs of obscene rapture.

he hums in amusement at the sight of your back and how it effortlessly arches for him and only him. another one of his hands creeps between your legs, plucking them open some more. his words were dangerously husky, they stirred something inside the empty depths of your tummy, making you pulse. speaking of, he feels the crazed pulse throb against each tongue, and his slurps become more carnal. “my, what a sloppy cunt. the audacity to be touchin’ her though is beyond me, little one,” and you could hear the possessiveness lingering off his tongue.

within each slurp, suck, and suckle—you just knew it was impossible to last. the stimulation of both concluding muscles against your folds makes you go further and further toward the edge. you’re so close that you could almost taste it on the tip of your tongue. sugary sweet with a sprinkle of saltiness. “sukunaaa,” you whimper, too weak to even pull at his hair.

you were at his very mercy - one of his favorite things in the world. the way you’d murmur out his name in that sweet pathetic voice, a desperate cry for more.

but alas, your words would always fall on deaf ears. he’d edge you ‘till the end, until you’re begging. with your legs feeling like practical mush, your jaw tightens before he finally lets you finish on both jarring tongues. “you’re so dramatic,” he grouses with a scowl, allowing you to conclude at your climax, heaving large breaths every few seconds. even though it was just minutes, with sukuna, he made anything seem like orgasmic long hours. “good girl, thaaaat’s it.”

and he moves his mouth away, allowing his hand tongue to do the remainder of the cleaning. the sensation was unlike anything you’ve felt before. you whimper, achy pipes in your throat all scratchy and hoarse from how vocal you were just a few moments ago. the tongue that rests against his palm sucks you clean—it’s more tender and gentle and you’re a stammering mess, secretly adapting to the strange yet pleasurable feeling..

you’re still trying to recollect breaths, invisible glue sticks and glosses between your legs before you glance up at sukuna who’s got a sly smile. “w- what’s with the look?”

“oh, nothing,” the demon retorts wittily, leaning up to press a soft kiss against your neck. his touch made you shiver and you wrap your arms around him almost instantly.

his cologne as always, was loud and made its name known across the entire room. leaning up against your ear, he licks it - which turns into seductive nibbles before he whispers. “i was just thinking. i think you’d prefer my stomach tongue a lot more, princess. i promise i’ll try not to swallow ya, heh.”

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A Hero's Welcome

I am super duper unhappy with this. I just can't get it right, but if I don't post it, I'll get stuck in a rut. As always, please drop a comment below, they are loved and cherished.

This can be read as a The Way the Stars Love the Heavens one-shot or as a standalone, so you don't need to read my series to read this!!

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, p in v).

2.2K words of pure smut.

Simon comes back after an op and you're happy to welcome him back to base.

It was the soft sound of his tac boots on the hard floors that gave Simon away. Despite how quietly he would always move, the long days of waiting for him to return to base had left you on edge and listening out for every sound that came by your door.

You didn't want to wait any longer, ladylike behaviour be damned, so when the footsteps got close enough to let you know he was right by your dorm, you yanked him into the room. He was still wearing all his tac gear, and he was already grinning when he laid eyes on you, ever the observant soldier, he must have been ready for your reaching arms the second he heard the creaking of your door. "Well hello lovely, did you miss me?"

You all but ripped his mask off his face and pressed your lips to his as your reply, and Simon smiled against your lips as you started to pull his vest off. Your fingers moved haphazardly, and he grabbed one shoulder strap as it fell from his chest. With the vest discarded, you started on the various weapons strapped to his body, finally needing to break away from his lips and look as the task grew.

"You need a hand?" He watched you remove the knife from his hip, your fingers unfocused and rushed, and you nodded as he unbuckled the holster from his other hip and placed it and the gun it held on the ever-growing pile. You reached towards the small of his back, gripping the wad of metal pressed against his skin and pulled it free from the tiny pouch protecting his body.

You laughed when it came into view, and Simon's easy grin had your heart fluttering. "What the hell do you need a trench knife for? The world wars ended a long time ago, dearest."

"The knuckles detach, you know, in case the knife gets stuck." He took it from you and separated the pieces. "See?"

You shook your head and sighed. "Alright then."

You dropped down to your knees to remove his shoes, and he smiled down at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm really getting to gold star treatment, aren't I love?"

"Of course." The knife on his left ankle went first, then the gun on his right and you made your way back up his body to take off his belt. He stopped you, wrapping his hand gently around your wrists before placing your hand on his shoulders and leaning down to kiss you. You felt him grip the edge of your shirt and you lifted your arms as he pulled it over your head.

"Fuck you're so fucking beautiful. I'm the luckiest man on Earth." His lips found your neck, and the added roughness of his beard from being in the field for a week without shaving had you taking in a sharp breath as the texture sent shivers down your spine.

His shirt went next, and he took two steps back to accommodate the height you didn't have so you could pull it off his body. You fought back a giggle, and he brushed his fingers over the apple of your cheek as he looked at you fondly. "What it is love."

"I was hoping I'd find a razor blade taped somewhere." The look on his face told you all you needed to know, and your suspicions were confirmed when he started to undo his belt with a smile. You helped him, pushing his camo pants off his hips and down to a pile on the floor. He had something long and impossibly thing strapped to his thigh, and your eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as you went to undo the strap.

"It's a KGB concealed blade, you know, in case of a pat down." Nevertheless, it joined its brothers and sisters on the pile on your table, and Simon thanked you for all your hard work with another kiss as he removed your bra.

You nipped his lower lip, and one hand went from your hip to your breast so he could play with your nipple. He wasn't as gentle as he usually was, and it had you gasping through the kiss as the roughness of his battle-hardened fingers danced across your sensitive skin. You slid your hand down his body and palmed his cock, and he grunted when you rubbed him through the fabric.

You pulled away from his lips and pressed yours to his cheek, then his chin, then you dipped your head to kiss his neck, stopping briefly from sucking a mark on his throat. "I think I should show you how much I missed you."

His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he used his fingertips to draw circles on your breast. "And how are you going to do that, lovely?"

You smiled and slowly dropped to your knees, pressing kisses to his chest and abs as you went. "I have some ideas."

One of his massive hands found the back of your head as you pulled his boxers down. You used the precum beading at the head to slick your way down as you stroked him, and he groaned when you tightened your hand on the upstroke. You smiled up at him before leaning in and licking him from base to tip like an ice cream, and you felt his fingers tense as he stopped himself from digging them into your hair.

You sucked the tip into your mouth, and he took in a breath as the heat of your mouth made his toes tingle. His head fell back, and his breath quickened as you took him further in, one of your hands moving from his hip to play with his balls. He moaned, his chest rumbling as his hand squeezed your shoulder rhythmically.

He started to rock his hips, a slow and steady back and forth that still let you set the pace, and you could tell by the force of the hand on your shoulder that he was holding back. You took your hand off his balls and moved it to the part of his cock that your mouth couldn't reach, and Simon grunted and a breath left his chest. "Fuckin' ell love, you're gonna kill me."

You hummed an affirmative and pulled back, using both your hands to take the place of your mouth. "Death by blow job, what a way to go."

He shook his head and huffed. "You're asking for it now." He pulled your hands off of him and lifted you up by your upper arms, manhandling you to the bed. "What makes you think it's ok to give me so much lip."

You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, and he took in your expression before ripping your trousers off, the buttons flying everywhere as you protested. "Hey, those were my favourite."

"I'll repair them for you, don't worry love." He knew he would and the vision of him sitting on the bed with a tiny sewing needle in his hand made you giggle. The sound of ripping pulled you away from your thoughts, and you looked towards his hands, there was no way he could fix your panties, he had torn them in two.

He dropped down and knelt on the floor before manhandling you again, throwing your legs over his shoulders and diving in, licking you from entrance to clit as he moaned. He went in like a man eating his last meal, and you knew you would have bruises in the morning with how hard his hand were squeezing your thighs.

With your ass off the edge, Simon had to support the weight of your legs and he took full advantage, using his massive arms to maneuver you so you couldn't move away from growing pleasure as he increased his efforts with his mouth. He dropped one of your legs but shifted to maintain control as his hand slid up your inner thigh and to your core and moved his mouth to focus solely on your clit.

"Fuck, oh fuck." The feeling of his fingers sliding inside you was wonderful, and the slow pace juxtaposed to the enthusiastic one he had taken with his mouth meant that you felt every ridge of his digits. He crooked his fingers to rub your G-spot and you arched toward his mouth as you grew closer to the edge.

You pressed a hand to your mouth to muffle your growing moans, aware that the walls could only keep so much away, and you didn't want your friends to hear how desperate you must have sounded as Simon touched you. Suddenly, everything stopped and the hand he was using to pleasure you was wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand away from your mouth. "None of that Love, I want to hear you."

"But…" You couldn't really think of a response, not when he was looking at you like he wanted to swallow you whole.

"No buts, be good for me Love and let me hear how good I make you feel." He dove right back in, and your fingers gripped the sheets as the sensations picked up exactly where they left off. You tried to muffle the whimpers, but you were rushing towards the peak like a runaway train.

Your hands found his head, and you scratched his scalp and pushed his head into you, and with one more stroke to your G-spot, your vision went white as the pleasure overtook you. The vibrations of his moans only made the feeling stronger, and he didn't seem to mind the way you were yanking his hair as the orgasm slowly faded.

He didn't stop, and you pushed his head away softly as he chuckled. "Simon, enough."

He pulled away and wiped his face with his hand before standing up with a grin. "You right there love?"

You blinked in indignation. "Am I right? What kind of question is that?"

He was smug, his handsome face twinkling with ego. "I'm just making sure."

You yanked him downwards and used the momentum to flip yourself on top of him, his hands moving to your hips as you settled on top of him. "The bed's too small to flip again, so what are you going to do now?"

He ran one hand up and down your leg while the other moved to your cheek to pull you down for a kiss, and he nipped your lower lip as the kiss deepened. He pulled back, only far enough to speak through his smirk. "Absolutely nothing."

You nodded and brought your hand from where it was resting on his chest to wrap around his cock, jacking it a few times before holding it still so you could slide down slowly. He was always just a little too much, but like this, he was overwhelming, hitting every single space you had until it felt like you were going to burst.

You took in a breath and started to rock slowly, moving your hips back and forth while Simon rubbed gentle circles on your thighs with his thumbs. "You're doing so good for me, Love." You bent at the waist and kissed him, and he ran his hands up and down your back as he started to match your pace.

The kiss turned rough, and he bent one knee to gain more leverage as he overtook the pace. You found yourself unable to straighten back up as he angled his hips to hit your G-spot, and then he was taking your hand off his heaving chest and placing it between your legs. "Touch yourself for me, Love."

You did as he asked, rubbing small circles on your clit as he gripped your hips so tight you knew you'd have bruises by the time the night was up. Simon was grunting like an animal as thrusts increased in force, and your body rocked with each one as your skin started to tingle with release once again. Your head fell into the crook of his neck, and his hands moved to the backs of your thighs for more leverage as you started to clench around him.

"Come on Love, I know you're close, I can feel it, just let go for me." You could tell by the glint in his voice that he was close behind you, and your fingers sped up on your clit as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans like a man starved as you fell over the edge. His hips stuttered and he held you to him as he pulsed inside you.

With his hips still, you rested on top of his chest to catch your breath while he ran his hands over any skin he could reach. "You need anything from me Love?"

You sighed and turned your head so you could rest your ear against his chest as a steady thumb filled your ear. "No dearest." You smiled softly and rubbed his nose with yours. "Welcome back."

He grinned and kissed you, it was full of love and affection, and your heart swelled as he held your face while his lips moved against yours. He pulled back with one last peck and put his forehead on yours with a sigh. "It's good to be back. I love you y/n."

You mirrored his sigh, enjoying the intimate contact as you grew sleepy. "I love you too Simon."

Fin

@chaos-4baby @shuttlelauncher81 @carma-fanficaddict

[meltwonu]

9. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

56. “You have no idea how much i want you.”

notes; racer/street-racing!au, fingering, dirty talk, fluff for u!!!! Also do not try this!!! ‼️Very danger‼️!!! Oof and we’re back, a second time dkjfskh LOL 😭💕 i swear the amount of unexpected things lately has me downright exhausted, i’m literally soooo glad i have wednesday and friday off this week bc LITORALLY i am gonna sleep so hard and also work on my things for October 😈!! Also this seems v much a thing soonyoung would do if u ask me 😗💕 As always thank you so so much for requesting! Enjoy!

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“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

You nod your head in response as Soonyoung rolls the driver’s side window down only enough to squeeze the rolled up hundred dollar bills through the crack.

“Jeez, Soons’, you hidin’ somethin’ in there? Why won’t you roll the window down all the way, huh?” Wonwoo grumbles and takes the wadded up cash as Soonyoung chuckles in response. “You know we don’t allow passengers during our races, right? You wouldn’t be breaking the rules, would you?”

Soonyoung grins and thanks the tinting on his windows for keeping you out of sight as you gulp and sink down further into your seat as the nervousness makes your body heat up in an instance.

“Mm, yeah, I know the rules! You know I would never break them! When have I ever?” He laughs; foot pressing down on the gas before rolling the window all the way back up.

He turns to look at you once Wonwoo walks away from his car, eyes twinkling with mischief as you squirm in your seat.

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them, though, will it, baby?”

The second the race starts, you feel your back press harder into the seat as you gasp and let your hands ball up into fists in your lap. 

This was the first time Soonyoung had you in the passenger’s seat of his car during the middle of an actual race.

“S--Soonyoung, are you sure w-we should--”

“Yes. I said I wanted to try it, right?” He spares you a fleeting glance before shifting gears, “In a second, I want you to put your hand on the gear shift, okay?”

“O-okay…”

Soonyoung watches his speed before he gives you the okay to replace his own hand on the gear shift - his large palm meeting the skin of your naked thigh as you yelp and tighten your grip on the knob out of nervousness.

“When I tell you to switch gears, you know what to do, right, baby?”

“M--mmhmm… B-but, Soonyoung, I’m n-nervous… What if I make you lose because of this?”

He chuckles lightly; hand already sliding up your skirt as you let out a small whimper. “Not a big deal, baby! I just wanna have some fun with you tonight~ That’s all I care about. You have no idea how much I want you right now and I’m just getting started~”

Time passes slowly in the car and with Soonyoung’s hand locked between your slicked thighs - you don’t really mind.

“Baby, switch gears.”

“Mmh, s-sorry, y--yeah…”

He smiles sweetly despite his sticky fingers rubbing figure 8’s on your clit in a way that already has your thighs trembling.

“We make a good team, yknow. We’re not so far behind. And who knows? Might even win this one and get a victory round, huh?”

“A-ah, Soonyoung!” Your grip on the knob tightens as he slides his fingers through your folds to tease your entrance. “I--I’m, ngh, I want m-more… P-please just a l-little...”

He teasingly starts to dip his middle finger inside your pussy and you feel your legs spread on their own to accommodate him.

“Shift gears and I’ll give you what you want~”

You do as your told and Soonyoung’s foot on the gas pedal presses down harder as he maneuvers the wheel with his free hand. 

“So good for me, baby~”

He slowly eases his middle finger into your tight pussy as you throw your head back against the headrest and let out a long guttural moan.

“Fuck, please, m-move... I wanna cum so bad...” 

“Oh? Already? I’m just getting started though.” Soonyoung pouts for a second before he eases the car into a turn and overtakes Joshua’s car in a matter of seconds. “Ah, but we’re almost to the finish line, huh? D’you wanna cum as we win?” 

You nod feverishly as you slowly start to grind against his hand.

“Mmnh, let’s--let’s win this, Soonyoung...”

He starts to pump the digit inside your wet cunt; curling his finger right into your g-spot as you cry out his name in return. 

“Switch gears.” 

You feel his index finger start to prod at your entrance after what feels like forever and you wholly welcome the second digit as he starts to pump them both in and out at a pace that makes your mouth water. 

“Ah, so close to the finish line, baby~ Only have to get past Seokmin’s car now. Think we can do it?” 

“Y-yes! Fuck, p-please touch my--my clit and make me cum!”

Tears blind your vision and you leave it all up to Soonyoung to guide the car into the right direction as he places his thumb on your clit while curling and scissoring his fingers inside of you. 

“Mm, getting so tight around my fingers already~ You really do wanna cum, huh? Go ahead, baby, whenever you want.” 

Soonyoung focuses his eyes on the road, jaw tense as he feels your walls start to tighten after a few more skilled motions of his hand and he mentally pats himself on the back for getting you to cum within the length of just one race.

“One more time, switch gears for me, baby.” 

You let out a loud cry just as you shift the knob and you feel the car propel forward just as your walls start to flutter around his fingers and your thighs start to shake uncontrollably with the intensity of your orgasm hitting you. 

“S---Soonyoung!”

Flashbacks of Soonyoung mentioning this idea to you weeks ago race through your mind as you cum and you let out a contented sigh that the two of you were okay despite never trying it before. 

You can vaguely hear Soonyoung’s lighthearted laughter through the ringing in your ears and you can’t even tell that he’s drawn his hand out from between your clamped thighs as choked sobs and whimpers fall from your lips as you ride out the rest of your high. 

“You did so well for me, baby~ Looks like we won~”

The car comes to a stop and it takes you a whole minute to register Soonyoung’s sticky fingers are covering yours on the gear shift; tears wetting your lashes as you slowly come back down to earth. 

“H-huh...?”

“That good, huh? And I only used my fingers on you too.” Soonyoung watches as Wonwoo approaches the driver’s side of the car again, hand fishing for the doubled wad of cash in his pocket. 

“Ah, keep quiet for me again real quick, okay, baby? We wouldn’t want Wonwoo to know what we were doing in here, would we? And then I promise I’ll take you on a victory lap.” 

[primalsouls]

white rabbit pt 4

langa hasegawa x gn! reader (pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3)

anon: will white rabbit have a part 4? ( if yes pls pls give them a happy ending hehe ) but its oki if you dont want to, no pressure! i just really enjoyed it and i love ur writing btw :)

⚠️ : im terrible at picking up what's a trigger, so let me know is there's anything uncomfortable!

theme: general

note: ooh my heart 💔 rip white rabbit 🐇🙏🕊 anyway, here's pt 4! :> i hope you like it and enjoy it! and thank you for reading! let me know what you think. :) i really like this chapter the most lol

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"Leave... Wonderland?"

"Forever?"

Reki and Langa stared at Adam with frowns on their face. Eyes widen at the words. Whispers surrounded them quick, destroying the small silence that gave the words to settle in for everyone. Blue eyes looked back at the [h/c]-haired skater. Their head still hanged low but he could see the sheer rage their fists held.

"He's saying that... [Y/N] [L/N], the White Rabbit, is leaving S." Miya repeated.

"Forever. Meaning.... They're kicked out." Shadow sighed, shaking his head.

Hearing those words, [Y/N] gritted their teeth and unclenched their fists. They looked up at Adam, a pleading expression on their face as they pulled their hoodie back.

"P-please... I don't wanna leave." They said, voice cracked in the beginning. Langa's heart broke at the sight. But before he could do anything, Adam walked up to them. "I'll do anything, please. Let me stay!" They continued but they flinched when their board was taken away from them harshly by Adam.

"A bet is a bet. Besides, it's about time S gets rid of its pests." Adam grinned. He snapped his finger, a couple of men bringing in a can of gasoline and a box of matches. Their eyes widen. Langa and the rest of his friends stood frozen, unable to believe the scene before them. Silence took over the crowd. [Y/N] knew they couldn't do anything to stop Adam from destroying their skateboard. "You should have won and this wouldn't happen. Remember, it's your fault." He said quietly. And with sheer power, he lifted the board and broke it in half with his knee. [Y/N] stared at him with wide eyes and mouth gaped slightly in shock. Tears pooled up and streamed down their cheeks one by one, one after the other.

"N-no... please, don't..." They whispered, a hand reaching out weakly but it didn't move much. [Y/N] was too shock to move any more than an inch.

Adam threw the broken board on the ground. He was handed the gasoline and the box of matches. He poured the liquid over the pieces, his masked eyes never leaving his younger sibling's face. Their look of terror filled him with chills. He loved it. Such as he loved the finish touch to the punishment. With elegance, Adam pulled out a match and stroke it on the igniter side of the box. Fire bursts on the matchstick. Adam flicked it onto the broken board like it was nothing and within seconds, flames burst to life, consuming the skateboard.

Langa watched with horror. [Y/N] didn't deserve that. They didn't deserve to leave. A bet wasn't even established. So, why? Why was this happening? His eyes went up to [Y/N].

"White Rabbit-"

"They're no longer go by that title." Adam interrupted coldly. "By losing this beef, no only are they banned from S, their title is no longer theirs to claim. White Rabbit is dead." Langa's eyes widen as his frown deepened. He couldn't believe it. This was not supposed to happen. Not supposed to lead to this results. No one supposed to be kick out or strip from their title. Adam reached a hand out. Langa saw how tensed [Y/N] got as the hand grew closer to them. The gloved fingers gently held into the S pin. It was on their collar of their hoodie but the next second, it wad ripped off from them. He threw it into the flames.

"I... I'm sorry..." [Y/N] apologized. Langa didn't understand. There was nothing to apologize for. Was it for Adam? For losing the race and everything they built for themselves? [Y/N] kept staring at the board, not noticing Adam turned his back on them. But his last words lef them in breaking in pieces.

"And don't bother coming home. A wild animal like you don't belong there. Never had and never will." As his final saying, Adam picked up his board and walked away but stopped to face Langa with a smirk. "Oh, and once again, my dear SNOW, congratulations." Langa blinked, watching Adam disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Damn..." Shadow muttered.

"Vanished from S... what a turn of events." Miya commented quietly.

Reki frowned at Adam's disappearing figure before he turned to Langa and [Y/N]. Everyone else slowly departed. Reki walked up to the two skaters, the broken board still caught in flames. Tears continued to spill from their eyes, Reki saw. Before the two could say any sort of comfort words to them, [Y/N] turned away from them and ran, ran as fast as they could. Away. They needed to get away and breathe. They couldn't breathe properly. Their chest was killing them. Sobs caught in their throat when they tried to cry. It hurts them. Their heart hurts. Everything was always their fault. They deserved. They believed they deserved it. They weren't a Shindo. They were a pest in the family. That was why Adam-no-Ainosuke told them not to come home. He was kicking them out. He was probably make up a lie to their aunts to make it seem it was their decision. For the better of the Shindo Family, they would say.

Life truly wasn't fair.

"C'mon, let's go!" Langa said, getting ready to chase after them but Reki grabbed his arm, pulling him back. He winced, the grip on his arm reminded him of the injuries he received during the race. "Wha- what? We have to go after them, Reki." He said, pointing towards [Y/N] running off.

"But you'll hurt even more with injuries like this. Besides, it's not our business. What happened with them was between them and Adam." Reki said. Miya nodded as he walked up to them.

"He's right, Langa. We should stay out of it. They're no longer of importance." Miya added in, crossing his arms over his chest. Langa frowned at the two boys.

"It's probably not the best time to even go after them. It's best that we mind our own business for now." Shadow advised, the other two boys giving affirmative responses. Langa tried to come up with reasons to go after them, but Reki shook his head and led Langa awau from the factory, pointing out the cuts once again. That was the last time Langa saw [Y/N].

The past couple of weeks, they were no were in sight. No familiar white hoodie resembling a white rabbit was found around S. No one spoke about them. It was like they never existed in the first place. As if S never heard of a skater called White Rabbit. Langa tried to find ways to get into contact with them but whenever he mentioned them, he was ignored, shut down, avoided. He was worried for them, for their safety. If Adam truly meant his words, then where would [Y/N] be? Langa wanted to make sure they were okay. That was all he wanted to know.

"[Y/N]... where are you?" Langa muttered as he walked through the park. He was planning to meet Reki at their usual hangout. Although, he wanted to clear his mind out of [Y/N] and the events that occurred. It wasn't their fault. It was his. If he never beef against them, Langa would had still see them every night at S, even from a fair distance to admire them. They would still be in his life, somehow.

"Ah, sorry..." A tired voice said. Langa looked down, not realizing he bumped into someone. He did felt something hit him as he walked, but he didn't pay too much attention. Langa opened his mouth to apologize instead but words were caught in his throat. His eyes widen. He couldn't believe it. The board in his hand dropped to the ground beside him, both hands reaching up a bit.

"It's you..." Langa whispered. Confusion replaced the apologic gaze on their face. "White Rabbit." When the title left his lips, it was their turn for their eyes to grew wide. Langa smiled brightly. "It's you, White Rabbit. [Y/N]." Langa was happy. He found his white rabbit once more. But no more words left Langa's lips as a hand slapped his cheek. It took him a second to register the outcome. A shaky hand of his reached to touch the burning cheek. He flinched when his fingers came into contact. "Wh-what?" A handprint appeared as a light red shade on his cheek. His eyes focused on them. They didn't wore their signature hoodie. Only a black one with dark blue jeans and white Vans shoes. Their eyes were still the same crimson color but filled with anger. And sadness? Langa parted his lips, unable to say anything.

"Don't call me that name. Because of you, I'm no longer.... that..." [Y/N] spat out, glaring dangerously at Langa. "You took everything away from me. You ruined my life!" They yelled, all the feelings they tried to bottle in exploded. Langa watched with a shook expression as they ranted off on him. He may be dense to others' emotions but he could pick up the hurt in [Y/N]'s voice. The way they trembled with rage. He didn't like that. Langa didn't like seeing them upset. Especially when hd was the one who caused it.

"I'm sorry."

[Y/N] paused, staring at Langa with wide eyes. Their frown grew deeper as they tried to find any sort of pity or joke in his baby blue eyes. In which they felt like they were looking at the ocean. So blue. Like the sky. [Y/N] shook their head rapidly, gritting their teeth.

"Oh, shut up. I don't need your pity. And I doubt you're sorry! Because of you, not only was I kicked out of S, I was kicked out of my home... Not like it ever felt like home anyway..." They said, mumbling the last words but Langa caught them.

"Wait? Home... Where were you staying at?" Langa asked, voice filled with concern. [Y/N] scrunched their nose, eyes narrowed. "I swear, I'm not pitying you. I'm actually... worried. I've been worried for a long time now. Ever since you left S." Langa said, looking away from them, sudden feeling timid for no particular reason. They raised a brow, watching Langa's movements to fact-check his worries. There was no hint of him lying. But they still kept their guard up. "I even asked around back in S for the past few weeks. Not one single person said anything...It's like you-"

"-never existed." They continued for him softly, eyes casted down to the ground. Their features relaxed but Langa noted the sadness stayed. No anger in sight. They sighed tiredly, running a hand through their hair. "Doesn't matter... Just stop it." [Y/N] crossed their arns over their chest, raising a brow. "Beside, the hell you kept asking about me? Aren't you happy I've been kicked?"

Langa shook his head right away once the question next their lips.

"No. I'm not happy. In fact, I..." Langa took a deep breath, trying to think on his words before they left his mouth. "I'm not enjoying myself." He mumbled, making [Y/N] take a step closer to hear him properly. They tilted their head, lips tugged down a bit as they urged him to repeat himself and keep going. "It makes me sad not to see you at S anymore. I didn't want any of that to happen. I didn't even know what was going on." Langa shrugged, looking at them with a pout. A pout they found adorable. He looked like a kicked puppy who didn't like the fact their owner left their home everyday. [Y/N] mentally cringed at the thought. What were they thinking? This was the same guy who went up against their brother and banned them from S. They hated him. They were supposed to hate him. [Y/N] clicked their tongue, throwing Langa off the sense, wondering if he said anything wrong. A faint red hue decorated their cheeks. They turned their back on him, hugging themselves.

"Whatever. Whether you knew what was going on or not, doesn't matter. My board got destroyed and I can't go back to S. Everything happened..." [Y/N] whispered, arms slowly fell back to their sides as they watched the sun beginning to settle down for the rest of the day. "I've got nothing... I've got no one-"

"You got me." Langa butt in. The words made them do a double take on him. It caught them off guard. And Langa continued to surprise them. A determined glint in his eyes as he stepped closer. "Reki can build you a new board and we can all skate. Together. We can skate outside of S, anyway. It'll be fun!" Langa bounced a bit in his steps, smiling brightly. "We can hang out together. And if you don't have a job, you can work with Reki and me. You even move in wi-"

"Stop..."

"We can go to school togeth-"

"Stop it."

"You got us! So, you don't have to wor-"

"Shut up!"

Langa blinked, taken back by the sudden outburst from [Y/N]. He focused back on them, confused why they told him to quiet down. Their brows knitted down, hands clutched by their side. The sunset shoned behind them. The soft breeze brushed against their figure out. And if Langa squinted, he could had notice their faint blush reddened slightly. They looked cute. He wanted to see them blush again.

"Just... why are you doing this?" They asked, their eyes looking anywhere but Langa. They were shy. They found it unbelievable but it happened. They were shy.

Langa stared at them for a moment, making [Y/N] nervous.

"Because I like you."

Those words froze [Y/N] on the spot. Their eyes widen, lips parted slightly. The words ran through their mind like an echo. Langa's charmed smile implanted with it.

"And I want to be your friend."

Impossible.

"That's..." [Y/N]'s face was burning up. Cheeks redder they matched their eyes. "That's stupid." They blurted out quickly, taking a step back. Langa frowned a bit, not unexpecting that sort of answer to his confession. A confession they weren't sure if they were happy about or sadden by it.

"No one wants to be my friend. No one likes me... That's what they always told me." [Y/N] took another step back, brows knitted down but not in anger but in sorrow. Every step they took back, Langa takes one forward. "I'm unlovable... I don't... deserve it." The young former skater shook their head, as if snapping into reality. Tears welled up on their eyes. "You don't like me. You don't. You don't, you don't, you don't, you don't," They repeated quietly, hugging themselves as the tears rolled down their cheeks. Langa panicked. He didn't wanted to upset them. What they said made him wonder who told them such statements. They trembled and he didn't know what to do.

Except for one thing. And he hoped he don't get slap doing so.

Arms wrapped around their frame, a hand on their head as the other rest on their lower back. The hand stroke their head as the other ran their back in a circular form. Langa closed his eyes, hugging [Y/N] closed to him.

"Shh... shh... It's okay, [Y/N]..." He whispered. "Whoever told you those things, they... they don't know what they're talking about." Langa took a deep breath. "But I'm telling the truth. And you do deserve it." He pulled away a bit, cupping their face with his hands and made them looked at him. "I like you. I like you very much. And even though I want to be more, I do want to be your friend." Langa smiled genuinely, blue eyes staring into red ones. "So, please... let me be your friend."

[Y/N] stared at Langa, stunned in his embrace. The blush darkened as Langa continued. They couldn't believe it. Their heart pounded little by little with every word Langa spoke. The hands on their face felt nice. The comfort hug was something they never experienced. They only got hurt by the hands of those who dared say they loved them. But, for whatever reason, they trusted Langa's words.

"Please... don't hurt me..."

[thran-duils]

Was Ich Liebe (P.2)

Title: Was Ich Liebe (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Tony Stark.  Tony becomes enamored with a stripper at a club his hedonistic friend Thor owns. A casual sexual relationship quickly becomes possessive and the reader sees more of the underground mafia life than she would like to. The cherry on top is that Tony is married and so is she. Him to a woman who has no intention of losing her throne at any cost and the reader to a deadbeat alcoholic. Feeling trapped by both her previous life and the suffocating hold Tony is trying to put on her, the reader steals away in the night, which is not going to go over well. Words: 3,461 Warnings (for whole fic, more may be added): Dub-con, smut, infidelity, stripping, vaginal fingering, public sex, possessive behavior, angst, degradation kink, violence, physical abuse, domestic violence, language, drug use, alcoholism, death Author’s Note: As usual, this is 18+.

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You struggled against Tony’s hold, both your hands coming to grasp at his hand that was around your throat.

“Let me go!” you gasped, kicking at him.

He looked serious, his face close.

“Are you going to behave? I don’t need you freaking the fuck out,” Tony asked.

You nodded, “Yes. Yes! I’ll behave!”

Tony’s grip loosened on your throat, and you took the opportunity to shove him away. You bolted towards the front door aiming to get outside and back down the stairs. You got the door open a few inches before large hands closed down on your arms and yanked you back away from the doorframe. Tony wheeled you around and threw himself against the front door, using his momentum to slam it closed with his body weight.

“Let me go!” you protested again, trying to desperately get out of his grasp. “Let me go, you fucking bastard!”

You yanked again and suddenly Tony let go of you and with your own thrust you fell down onto the ground, barely catching yourself from hitting your face.

“Oops,” he told you coolly.

You heard the front door lock as you began to push yourself up again. You saw boots in your sights and craned your neck to look up. Carol was standing there, her arms crossed, ready to intercept you.

Tony began as he stalked around you, “No one is going to miss Michael. No one is going to come looking for him. He had no real friends, and he didn’t work. So who really gives a shit if he’s dead? You?”

His tone was challenging, as if he was hoping you would say yes. Argue with him. Admit to him that you had affection for any man besides him just to give him an excuse. He was riled up and he wanted even more reason to unleash his wrath.

Instead, you stayed quiet, still.

“Okay, so no one cares about him. Who is grateful that he’s gone? Is my perfect angel happy about it?”

Still, you were silent, your fingers digging into the hardwood.

Tony chuckled at your defiance. “Baby, don’t make me work for it. I’ve already used a lot of energy tonight. And on far less precious things than you.”

You sat up quickly, pushing yourself back up onto your knees to face him. The three of them – him, Rhodes, and Carol – were alert, watching you, ready to tackle you back down. You huffed, brushing off your dress. You had merely thrown it on after work to get home in. Tony relaxed ever so slightly seeing you were staying still.

“Are you going to kill me too?” you sneered at him, meeting his gaze. “Is that what this is?”

Tony’s expression darkened.

He was on you in a second, wrenching you off the ground by the back of your dress, his hand wound up in the fabric. You floundered, trying to get traction with your feet, your hands grabbing at the wall to steady yourself. Tony half dragged you down the hallway and tossed you into the bathroom. You stumbled, catching yourself on the sink. In the mirror, you caught sight of Michael finally; where he really was. His body mangled and bleeding in your tub. A strangled cry left your throat as Tony slammed the bathroom door closed behind him. He grabbed the back of your neck and forced you in a 180 closer to where Michael was unnaturally lying in the tub. He would not let you look away.

“Look at that. All your troubles gone. Thanks to me. And you are not being appreciative.”

All you could muster was gasped breaths.

“I have done so much for you, and you are just so ungrateful. What do you have to say for yourself? Apart from being a defiant little slut?”

“I…I…” you were paralyzed by a combination of fear and revulsion at the sight of the blood.

Tony snorted in disgust before you were bent over the counter again, his hand at the small of your back. He kicked one of your legs out, forcing himself in between your legs. The sound of his zipper coming down was deafening and the head of his cock rested on the top of your ass.

“You���ve always got me so hard, sweetheart,” he husked.

He tore your underwear down and drove up into you. You whined at the intrusion and he just shoved deeper. Without a condom.

“Tony! I’m not on the pill!”

“I know you aren’t,” he husked. “That’s perfectly okay, baby, isn’t it? I would be such a good father, wouldn’t I?”

“Tony—"

His hand snaked around your throat, holding tight, choking off your protest as he pumped. Your hips dug into the counter painfully. He was as aggressive as ever, riding you raw.

Tony’s breath was hot on your ear. “I’m never letting you go.”

<><><>

“Mad” by PRINCESSBRI ended as you spread your legs, lying on your back on the stage.

You heard cheers as “Bitch” by Allie X started and knew Kiara was coming out to do a double feature with you. She straddled you starting off the song, dancing down your body to slide off and go to the pole. The tips were good and the two of you laughed in the back room, throwing the wads onto the vanity.

“Daddy is here,” one of the girls whispered in your ear quickly. You turned to meet her gaze and she told you, “I tried to take him, but he asked for you.”

Sighing, you pushed away from the vanity.

Tony had only given you a handful of days alone and now he was right back at it. They had cleaned up the body from your apartment and when you had sat on the couch, holding yourself close when they removed it, Tony informed you he was going to find you a place to live. You could only assume he was here now to tell you where that was going to be.

Sliding into the booth, you were stiff. Your coworker had followed you, waiting to take an order for drinks and Tony had ordered for the two of you, not asking you what you wanted.

He nipped at your ear, “Baby, I don’t like you being off standish with me.”

“How can I not be?” you asked.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing softly along your shoulder. “I would never hurt you. Never you. I got rid of him for you. And now you are free. And free means going on vacation with me.”

“Vacation?”

“Yes. I already bought the tickets for us.” You pulled away and furrowed your brow. He smiled and kissed you. “Seychelles.”

“What?”

Tony smirked, his hand reaching out to grab his drink. His arm tightened around you, and he said, “Seychelles. Fregate specifically. It’s a group of islands in east Africa.”

“I know that, Tony. But you bought me tickets? You do know I have to request time off work right?”

He downed the remainder of his drink, knowing another one was on its way. He laughed at your response, condescending. “You know I have sway with Thor, right? There will be a private villa… a private infinity pool in that villa… a very… very, very big bed.” He laid another kiss. “A hammock on the property for you to relax in.”

“I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure about what?” he asked, his voice dangerous.

“I just wanna be at home.”

“It’s not going to be home after this weekend.” You snapped your head towards him, and he smiled. “Oh, that got your attention… no, it’s not yours anymore. You know, love, I wanted you to be enjoying the beach with me as your things were moved out of that shit hole of a place. You wouldn’t even have to worry about it. You could be naked on the sand, my lips blessing you while your clothes were moved.”

“Tony—”

“I hope a thank you is following that.”

You bit your tongue. He had already told you he was not going to let you go. And he was already forcing your hand to move, he had killed your husband.

A soft “Thank you” fell from your lips.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder. He pulled a key out of his pocket and waved it in front of you as the shots came to the table. “Here, perfect. Celebratory shots. Just in time for your new apartment key. And baby, I’m gonna make sure we christen that new bed of yours.”

<><><>

The room was foreign, the bed not broken in. And yet Tony made you feel like you should be on your back on the bed, like you belonged in the room to please him. He straddled you, holding you down, your arms pinned, his cock in your face. He was stroking himself quickly, readying to empty all over your face.

“Say it. Say it, baby,” he demanded in a strained tone.

Knowing better than to disobey by now, you looked up at him, your lashes heavy with the sultry look you were giving him. “I’m yours. I belong to you.”

His hand stroked faster, his hips jolting with the movement, moving you in turn with you trapped beneath him.

“Take it like the little whore you are.” His cum was warm, coating your face. You closed your eyes and still he strung all over your cheeks. “Yeah, you love being covered in my cum…”

Tony pressed his cock back past your lips, your eyes opening again at the intrusion. He encouraged in a husk, “Suck it. Gently now. Good girl. Show me how happy you are to be here safe in this new apartment.”

You did as he asked, your lips wrapped tight. He pushed his cum from your cheeks into your mouth and you swallowed, wanting to just bite his fingers in protest as he pressed them in. But you were playing the long game.

<><><>

You thumbed the coat Tony had told you to wear. He had bought it specifically for the party. Just long enough to cover the curve of your ass. Along with the bondage type lingerie you were wearing underneath, pasties and all. He had invited you to a private sex party and he was ready to take you in a room where people could pop in and watch him having his way with you.

At the door, your coat was taken, and you were just in the lingerie which was no different to you than being at the club. But you had a mask on now as did Tony. And to your immense shock, he undressed right then and there, already hard, adding his clothes to your coat check, mind the small baggy he took out of the pocket which was not missed by you. He pulled you along with him as you walked past people engaging in foreplay and socializing with each other.

He led you upstairs and into a private room marked 4. The bed was large, and he pulled you onto it with him.

Holding up the small baggy he smiled, “You ready to roll?” Without waiting for your response, he took one out of the bag. Tony popped the pill and held out his opposite hand with one for you.

“Is this molly?”

“Mhm… MDMA.”

“That’s what I meant.”

“I know. And you’re gonna be so fucking wet,” Tony told you, sucking at your neck. His lips dominated yours, pressing his tongue past your lips, swirling around yours. The kiss was deep, powerful. He bit at your lip as he pulled away. “That’s why I have this private room.” He noticed your expression and he ran his thumb over your plump lips. “Just behave, baby, and I won’t punish you by sending you out for a time out.”

“Well, people are going to be coming in here so…”

“You’re used to that, right?”

“I’m used to dancing for entertainment. Not getting railed for the entertainment.”

“I’ll be happy to pop that cherry for you… let them see how trained you are for me. How many times you’ll come undone around me.” He inhaled deeply and traced along your side, dipping in with the curves, in and out. “I love showing you off as mine. My wife is very jealous of you.”

“That makes me feel comfortable,” you mumbled sarcastically, grabbing a pill out of his open hand, and popping it in your mouth.

Tony chortled pleased seeing you bend to his will and take the drug, nuzzling his mouth into your neck, leaving rough bites.

“She’s just jealous because she has responsibilities and your only one is to please me.” Tony’s hand slipped up between your legs, forcing between your thighs. “She’s dealing with the matriarch role… mothering our child… working out… sweettalking the cops whenever they decide to show their ass. She’s really good at that.”

“Will I have to do that? Talk to cops, I mean?” That was a legit concern.

Tony hummed against you, “Maybe.” You stiffened and he ran his hands down your sides. “Oh, shh, sweetheart. I trust you. You won’t betray me. You just keep that beautiful mouth of yours closed and brush them off, giving them your beautiful doe eyes, and it’ll be just fine. No one can be mean to you when you look at them like the little sweet, innocent thing you are. I could just devour you.”

“Well, just make sure you don’t lose me when we both start rolling.”

“That’s what Carol is for. She won’t let you wander off on me. She’s gonna be right outside.. She’ll keep us both in check. It’s gonna feel so fucking good to take you. Every brush of your soft skin against me, knowing all the people that could be watching from the doorway. Those perfect holes of yours allowing me in…” Tony had started to grind, hungry. “Every hole… mine to use.”

His thumb slipped up towards your tight ring and he smiled against your lips. “I should get that lube, shouldn’t I?”

You nodded. “Yes. Please.”

Even if you fell completely under the drug, you knew you would feel it in the morning. So, precaution and prevention was important.

He pecked your nose, “Mhm, just for you, baby. Just keeping you safe always. I don’t wanna hurt my favorite.”

The lube was cold as he pushed his thumb in and your breath hitched. He was watching your expression closely.

“Relax,” he purred. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’ve got a nice toy to gape you out.” You shifted a little at that and his free hand came to hold you in place, his eyes flashing. “I’m gonna be moving in between those holes however I see fit. Be grateful I’m prepping.” He smacked you across the ass and said, “Just behave like the good girl I know you can be, and this will be enjoyable for everyone.”

<><><>

“I’m being perfectly fucking civil,” Tony spat.

He had been anything but civil since the group of you had come into the meeting room. You had arrived there first, waiting for the other people to arrive. Tony had mumbled something about having to be in charge and be an example as he pulled you down at the table next to him.

Natasha snorted and he shot her an annoyed look. “Tony, I would call this whole attitude you’re having anything but civil.”

Tony’s attention was on you, and he said strained, “Y/N, dear. Can you be a doll and make me another drink?” You nodded, standing up and grabbing his glass. His hand traced your thigh as you walked away, squeezing as it was about to drop away. You went to the counter quickly where there was the bottle he had brought.

When you sat back down, he took the glass from you and kissed you on the nose. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” you said back. It was a lie. But you passed it off with as much sincerity as you could muster, and it seemed to pay off. You hated him. You hated what he had done and how he kept you under his thumb.

He gripped your chin, giving you a little shake with an amused smirk.

“Glad you’ve got some type of deterrent from completely snapping during this meeting, Tony,” Barnes muttered unamused from the side of the table.

“Y/N has seen me completely snap, Barnes. So, she’s not here to stop it. She’s here to help me find my humanity afterward. How could I not be drawn in by her to ground me again?” Tony retorted. You bit your cheeks and he chucked you underneath your chin, taking a deep drink. “You’re always going to be my favorite, sweetheart. My favorite toy.”

His appreciation was cut short as the door opened and men started filing in. But his grip only tightened around your waist, yanking you closer to him.

Carol exhaled her smoke, staring across the table at the men. They actually looked afraid of her.

“You had to bring the weapon of mass destruction?” one of the men joked darkly.

“What kind of party would it be without me, Fredrick?’ Carol asked.

The man – Fredrick – shook his head and he looked back at Tony. “So, right to business. Our shipment went through to you. So I’m not sure why this meeting is being called?”

Tony took another long swig and he pushed you away from him on the bench you were sitting on. You frowned deeply but Steve grabbed your arm, pulling you off the bench, completely away from Tony. You stared up at him in confusion.

“Oh, we both know why this meeting was called,” Tony said in a dangerously calm voice.

“Care to enlighten me?”

Fredrick was trying to keep his voice calm, but you could detect the nervousness.

Tony’s hand flew under the table, unholstering a gun. Guns were pointed at the two men Fredrick had brought with him and you froze to the spot, terrified. Carol was the most steady, looking happy to be pointing the gun.

Seeing the worry on Fredrick’s face, Tony smirked. But he did not relent on his aim. “Now, I know I got screwed on that last shipment. There were two kilos missing. And that is a lot to be missing considering I fucking paid for it! And it’s not fucking cheap!”

He unloaded some bullets into the man. You yelped, covering you mouth as blood splattered the wall behind him as he fell out of his chair. Steve held you close, making sure you did not bolt.

Tony pointed his gun at the man standing directly behind Fredrick’s corpse, and he stiffened up even more seeing the gun pointed at him. “You. What’s your name?”

“F-Fernandez.”

“F-Fernandez,” Tony replied mockingly. “You work for him for a while?” The man nodded quickly. “Perfect. You’re in charge now. Now go back and tell your operation that they better find my two fucking missing kilos or I’m gonna put a bullet between your eyes next!”

“What the fuck are you still doing sitting there?” Carol demanded.

The men all scrambled up from their chairs and made a beeline out of the room. As soon as they were gone, and Tony lowered his gun, Steve let you go.

Tony took notice of you and smiled, “Oh, sweetheart. When they find that missing money, I’m going to put a down payment on a new car just for you.”

You forced a smile, making him think you were happy about the idea. Little did he know, you were already planning your escape.

<><><>

You left not only the keys to the new Tesla but also to the apartment on the kitchen counter.

Storming away from the kitchen, Tony went to your bedroom. He went right to the top left drawer of your dresser, where he knew you kept all your jewelry. He found it empty.

Tony slammed the drawer closed, laughing darkly to himself.

Little bitch had not forgotten all the jewelry he had bought her. Of course not. She was a spoiled little brat.

Furiously, he stormed across the hallway, ignoring the looks from Carol, Steve, and Rhodes down the hallway by the kitchen. He went into the bathroom and slammed the door closed. He needed to go to the bathroom.

Just go to the bathroom and relax just a little.

Releasing himself from his slacks, he sighed in contentment as he began to go to the bathroom.

As he finished though, he opened his eyes and caught sight of something.

He spotted the positive pregnancy test on top of the trash.

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Song list to set the mood for me while writing:

Mad -- PRINCESSBRI Bitch -- Allie X

Marvel tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld @holl2712 @agustdowney  @biiskuitx @buttercupfangirl

[summonerscenarios]

Can i ask no 16 hand holding witl lil sal^^

FINALLY GOT THIS DONE. I don’t think I’ve ever wrote a fic for lil Sal before but this one was super fun~! I do hope I did a good job with it!

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16. Bringing it to your lips

Your alarm echoes around the bedroom, the ringtone blaring from the speakers at a shrill enough pitch that just about anyone would wake up if only to turn the damn thing off. The duvet on the bed is bunched up into a wad, and for a long moment there’s not a single ounce of movement from underneath it - you’d almost think it was empty if you were looking in from the outside. 

Eventually the mound shifts, rolling to the side as a hand breaches the covers and reaches out for the nightstand next to the bed, blindly seeking out the source of the noise. You pat about for your phone, not bothering to peek out and look at what you’re grabbing for; it takes longer than you’d like but eventually you find it, tapping at where you’re pretty sure the snooze button is a few times before finally the noise ceases altogether. The silence is welcome, and you let out a content sigh, retreating back under your covers and letting your face drop back into your pillow; you’re still drowsy and half asleep, so it doesn’t take long before you’re drifting off again, and you’re just about to fall asleep when you hear a voice calling for you.

It’s muffled by the blanket, which to your sleep-addled brain means you can pretend it doesn’t exist, so you bury your head further into your pillow waiting for it to stop. But it doesn’t, and then there’s something prodding at your shoulder through the covers, followed by shaking - whoever it is is persistent, persistent enough that after a few more shakes you finally cave and unfurl yourself from your covers. 

You lift up the covers with one arm and lift your head, eyes screwed shut in the hopes to not blind yourself from the sunlight blaring in through your window; you hadn’t bothered to close the curtains last night after getting home so late, and now you were really starting to regret it - it’s making your head hurt.

“Whaaaaat?” the words come out as a grumble, only stifled by a yawn as you finally, reluctantly, crack one eye open to look at whoever wants your attention so bad.

A familiar face greets you with an unamused huff, arms folding upon realizing that you’re finally looking at him.

“Ah, morning Sal” 

“Geez, master” Sal’s tone is disapproving as he shakes his head “I swear you make it  a habit to sleep in on important days”

Important; you have to wrack your brain trying to recall what you’ve got planned for today. It’s a weekend so it’s definitely not school, and Shiro hasn’t scheduled any meetups with the Summoners today that you’re aware of. It takes a few seconds before it finally clicks what lil Sal is talking about. 

Oh, right; you had a meeting to get to...whoops.

“It’s fine, I’ve still got time” you offer him a nonchalant wave of your hand before running it through your hair. “Besides, I’ve got a few more alarms set up - I’ll just wake up at the next one~”

“But that’s the fourth one this morning!”

At that you pause, looking over to your bedside where you’re phone’s charging. Sure enough, the time on the screen means that you’ve slept through every single one of the alarms that you’d set. Huh, guess you’d slept for longer than you thought you had.

“Oh...” 

Your familiar hopes this information is just the thing to get you up, you can tell from the look that he’s giving you that he expects you to at least get out of bed at the realization. Well, that’s not what happens. 

“Guess I’ll have to set a fifth one next time”

Saying this you make a grab for the duvet cover and start rolling over again, but the familiar catches you halfway, snagging the duvet with a exasperated noise. 

“Hey, hey! You can’t just roll over and go back to sleep!”

“Sure I can, I’m doing it right now” you tug a little at the blanket and Sal tugs back in return, just as unwilling to let go as you are.

“If you do that you’re going to be late!”

Having a staredown over a blanket with your familiar wasn’t on your plans for this morning, but neither of you falter; it’s actually kind of funny how determined he looks holding your blanket in both hands, shooting you a pout to match the pointed, groggy stare you’re clocking him with. If you really wanted to, you could snatch the blanket from his hands with no problem whatsoever and sleep the day away, but you have a sneaking suspicion that he’s stubborn enough to keep prodding and shaking you until you finally relent. Too bad for both of you, you’re just as stubborn about staying put.

So, time for plan B.

“Fine, I’ll get up”

For a split second Sal grins triumphantly, letting his grip go on the duvet, and that’s all the window of time that you need. In one swift moment you grab the duvet in one hand and Sal with the other, the familiar yelping in surprise as you retreat back into your half-formed nest of blankets and pillows and pull the covers over the two of you. You’re already feeling better getting the sun out of your eyes, letting your head drop on your pillow as you curl up and bring Sal to rest against your chest.

“Iiiin a few minutes”

“Oh no you dont!” 

Lil Sal still stubbornly wriggles in your arms, but that lasts about as long as it takes you to bring a hand up to give him head pats, and it works like a charm. As soon as you start petting his head he just about melts into your arms, leaning into the head scritches; you could almost swear you hear him purring (or would it be bleating?) at the attention. He tries to make another attempt to convince you to get up, but it’s hard to make a compelling argument when you move down to give him chin scritches and run your fingers through his fur, smoothing out some of the messier tufts as you nestle further back into your pillow in a bid to get comfortable. 

When you’re satisfied that he’ll stay put you lift up your hand and crane your neck to look at his face, flashing him a lax grin.

“See? Don’t you think it’s worth sleeping in, juuust a little bit longer?”

Sal gives you a pout, but it breaks down into a grin of his own when he shrugs, grabs the hand you were petting him with and presses it back down onto his head, right between his horns. You get the hint and start carding your hands through the fluffy tufts, occasionally looping around his horns to scratch that spot behind his ears that always has him tilting his head into the touch, bumping up against the palm of your hand.

You’re starting to relax, feeling your eyelids growing a little heavier thanks to the warmth you’ve got the two of you bundled up in, and you press your cheek further into the plushness of your pillow. From this angle you can still see lil Salomon’s face, and he seems to be thoroughly enjoying the affection you’re giving him, his expression a far cry from the unamused huff he’d settled you with when you’d first woken up. He sure can be a handful sometimes (which you’re pretty sure is what most people say about you too), but at the end of the day the two of you were in this together, having been inseparable (literally) since the first day you’d woken up.

You can’t help but think about that day. Really, to others it may not have seemed too long ago, and in a way it doesn’t feel all that long to you either, but when it’s the first memory you have it feels like so much time has passed already by comparison. Sal had been one of the first people in your corner - had guided you in learning some of the things that, at the beginning, had proved vital in your survival within the app - and he had been there every moment since. Granted, you’ve had your arguments, your bumps in the road, and the whole mess concerning the battle for Tokyo, but you can’t imagine not having your fluffy familiar by your side through all of that.

It’s weird to think where you would have been without him; which you don’t really have to think about. You’ve lived without him before, countless lives, and you’ve had too many reminders about exactly how those turned out to ever forget what makes this loop different - if you guys weren’t together, you doubt you’d have ever gotten this far…

A tug on your hand breaks you from your reverie and you blink, looking down at Sal. You must have stopped petting him at some point, as he’s holding your hand with both of his and has his head tilted back to look up at you, tiny fuzzy brows furrowed. It’s kind of funny how concerned he looks - after all, you’ve given him more than enough life-or-death instances to last a lifetime, so you crack another smile.

“Sorry, Sal - Lost in thoughts again, you know how it is”

Saying this you wiggle your fingers in an effort to convince him to release your hand - you’d rather focus on giving head pats and sleeping than entertaining that previous train of thought any longer. Lil Sal huffs but doesn’t let go, dropping his head back down to look at your hand in his grip; you have only a moment to wonder what’s bugging him when he pulls your hand a little closer and presses his face into your palm. 

Your hands are calloused, scuffed thanks to too many days swinging around a sword and getting dragged into more adventures than you can count, but Sal doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. Instead, the familiar presses a kiss to one of the marks dotting the skin of your palm, right below where your thumb connects to your hand. You tilt your head as much as you position will allow and watch him with raised brows when he moves to kiss a few more marks, ending just shy of your wrist by the time that he’s satisfied with the job and moves his face away from your hand, looking back up at you with a proud grin. 

You can’t help but mirror the action, laughing as you tug the familiar closer, burying him back against your chest as you use the hand he was previously holding to ruffle his hair. Sal flails his arms with a whine,making a half-hearted complaint about you being so rough before snickering when you snuggle closer, continuing to pet the familiar bundled in your arms.

[escape-from-reality-fics]

Staying The Night ❋ Yang Hongseok

↳ Pairing: Yang Hongseok/Reader

↳ Word Count: 2,784 

⁙ Summary: Hongseok gets locked out of his house while his family is gone, so he spends the night at Y/N’s place, trying to keep his crush on her a secret

⚠️ Warnings: Contains minor cursing and minor adult themes. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these!

"Are you kidding me right now?" Hongseok growled to himself as he rattled the handle on his front door. Of course, today would be the day he forgot his key, the one day where his parents were out of town, and his older brother was away with friends. He sighed again after trying to open the door for the nth time. He pulled out his phone, looking at his contact list briefly and running through a list of friends in his head. He figured he could crash at one of their places for the night.

"Well, I can't stay at Hyunggu's, his family doesn't have the room with their renovations. Hui and Hyojong are out of town too. Shit!" Hongseok slumped against his door with his head in his hands, mentally cursing his bad luck. He had been sitting there for a couple of minutes now, trying his best not just to break down his front door when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hongseok? Are you okay?"

Looking up quickly, Hongseok reddened in embarrassment. In front of him stood his next-door neighbor and crush (Y/N), dressed in black dress pants and a white blouse, probably on your way home from your part time job. Hongseok promptly stood up, brushing off his jeans. You looked at him quizzically, a small furrow in your brow.

"U-uh yeah, sorry. I forgot my keys, and now I'm locked out," Hongseok admitted, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. You nodded, understanding his predicament. You approached and grabbed Hongseok's hand, giving it a small pat.

"You don't have anywhere to stay, do you?" You ask, a small smile stretching across your lips. Hongseok flushed, surprised by your touch, but shook his head. Your fingers slip away from his as you turn to leave. Hongseok's shoulders slump in disappointment, watching you recede with a frown.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go, silly!" You giggle cheerfully, waving Hongseok towards you with a well-manicured hand. Hongseok stares at you in confused bewilderment, not moving an inch. You sigh, firmly placing both of your hands on your hips, delivering Hongseok an exasperated look.

"Hongseok, I'm offering to let you stay the night at my place," You explain slowly, your face changing to a patient smile. Hongseok still couldn't process your words, but he grabbed his fallen backpack anyway. You grasp his sleeve and start pulling him towards your house, just a few meters away. Hongseok feels like he is in a daze, letting you lead him along.

Hongseok had always liked you, his feelings for you never wavering. He loved the way your hair shone in the sunlight, always looking glossy and full. How your lips never seemed to lose their pink pigment. Your eyes were like diamonds, deep and sparkling. He could list a million reasons why he liked you. You were a caring, loving, selfless person, and his heartbeat a million miles a minute whenever he laid eyes on you. He never dared to confess, however. You were a beautiful girl, and he was Hongseok. He could never compare to you. He would keep his feelings silent for now.

"So here we are! Home sweet home, I guess?" You giggle as you unlock your front door, your Kumamon key chain jingling musically. You swung the door open, gesturing for Hongseok to go inside first. Hongseok stepped inside the foyer nervously, like he was expecting something to jump out at him. He looked around, noting that your house had a similar layout to his own. You strolled in after him, closing and locking the front door behind you.

"Mom? Are you home?" You yell into the foyer, slipping off your sneakers and padding further into the house. Hongseok silently did the same, quietly pardoning his intrusion. As he wandered further into the house, he noticed it's decorated with small ornaments, knick-knacks, and family pictures. Hongseok stopped in front of a wall adorned with images, dozens of frames hung up. He inspected them closely, noticing some were of you as a baby and smiled.

"So my mom isn't home. Guess she got called in for the night shift at the hospital, but she left us money to get pizza, so that's a plus!" You comment, walking out of the kitchen, a piece of paper in one hand and a wad of cash in the other. Hongseok internally screamed, placing an awkward smile on his face, and he felt as if his cheeks were set on fire. Now he was alone, with his crush, in her house. Today should feel like the best day in the world for him, but instead, he felt overwhelmed and panicked.

"So what do you want to do? We could watch a movie? I have all the Marvel movies on Blu-Ray," you announce proudly, smiling at Hongseok and gesturing for him to sit down on the couch. He did so, albeit a bit helplessly. 

"Um, that's okay with me. I-if you want to, of course!" He responded, watching as you bent down in front of the entertainment center to search for said movies. He couldn't help but stare at you, your image fixated in his line of sight. You rustle around for a split second more before letting out a triumphant "A-ha!", holding in your hands the movies you had been searching for. Standing, you spun and showed Hongseok the Blu-Ray cases of the first couple of Marvel movies. You set them gently on the coffee table before looking back to Hongseok. 

"Hey, Hongseok, do you mind if I go change? I need to get into some comfy clothes, my work uniform is killing me!" You ask sheepishly, pulling at the collar of your button-down shirt in annoyance. 

"Y-yeah, of course! Go ahead, I'll just wait here," Hongseok stuttered, nervously patting the couch. You gave him a relieved smile, leaving the room. He could only stare after you, his eyes unconsciously tracing your swaying hips as you left. Feeling a vibration come from his pocket, he pulled out his phone, staring at the notifications he had received. Some were from social media, but most of them were from the group chat he had with his friends. 

He quickly scrolled through the messages he had received, responding to his friends, and telling them about his current situation. They all responded with varying degrees of shock and surprise; however, Yuto and Wooseok decided to be little shits.

'Be safe, Hyung! Don't forget to use protection! ;)' 

Hongseok flushed in embarrassment and sent a very crudely worded message back before locking his phone and placing it on the coffee table. He looked around the room again, about to get up when you returned to the room. Hongseok froze, taking in your new outfit change. He almost passed out when he realized what she was wearing. 

You had changed from your button-up shirt and dress pants into a pair of shockingly tight high waisted jean shorts, barely covering your bottom and a cropped yellow tank top. Hongseok choked on his saliva, realizing he was staring (and maybe drooling). Putting in the first Marvel movie, you plopped yourself down next to him on the plush sofa, your body just a smidge too close to his own. You crossed one leg over the other, and Hongseok could have passed out right then and there.

"You still like (Y/F/P), right? I hope so because I ordered for us when I was changing," You inform, glancing at Hongseok as you started the movie. Hongseok tensed as your leg lightly brushed against his own, feeling the warmth radiating from your smooth skin. 

"U-uh yeah, that's fine, thanks!" He squeaked out, sitting rigidly in his spot. You, on the other hand, had squirmed around to find a comfortable position. Eventually, you settled into place, legs tucked underneath yourself, slightly leaning your weight on Hongseok. You gently set your head on his shoulder, and Hongseok continued to feel light-headed. 

The two of you sat together, immersed in the movie, and Hongseok struggled to not combust. He was so focused on your body next to him that he forgot about the incoming pizza delivery. You both jumped when the doorbell rang, Hongseok from surprise and you from Hongseok. He had let out quite a shrill shriek, jumping and knocking you off of him and onto the floor. 

"Ow! Hongseok!" You complain, rubbing your sore arm from where you had hit it off of the coffee table. Hongseok quietly mutters an apology as you stand up and dart towards the front door, money in hand. Hongseok quietly excused himself, finding the bathroom and locking the door behind him. 

"Come on, Hongseok! You got this, act normal!" Hongseok hissed at his reflection, splashing his crimson face with cold water. It had only been a fraction of time since he had arrived, and he was already so close to imploding. He splashed his face one last time, glancing at himself in the mirror before exiting the washroom and slowly creeping back into the living room. 

"Ah, I was wondering where you went! I got you some cola and dished you up some pizza, so enjoy!" You say, waving a hand at the plate and glass sitting side by side on the coffee table. Hongseok sat down once again, digging into his pizza after realizing how hungry he was. He finished his two slices in record time and reached to grab some more. You stopped him with a gentle touch to his arm, and Hongseok froze, looking up at you with surprise.

"Hongseok, you have sauce all over your face!" You laugh teasingly, grabbing a napkin and leaning towards him. You stop about an inch from his face, gently wiping the spot of sauce on his chin. Hongseok inhaled sharply as you peered at him through your long lashes, deep pools of (E/C) gazing at him. Hongseok leaned forward, nose gently brushing yours, eyes flicking down to your lips. Your lips were almost touching when Hongseok realized what he was doing, jerking himself away from you instantly. 

He gulped down breaths of air, his chest heaving, feeling as if he had just run a marathon. Hongseok could feel his face aflame with blush and fanned himself with his hands. However, he stopped when he heard a huff come from your direction. You sat with your arms crossed, cheeks blushing, and lips pouted in what seemed to be either anger or disappointment. 

"Hongseok… Do you not like me? Did I do something wrong?" You ask timidly, your eyebrows furrowing together in sadness as you fumbled with your hands. Hongseok stared at you, bewildered. You glanced up at him, tears building in your waterline, bottom lip slightly trembling. 

"No! No, of course not, (Y/N)! I'm sorry if I reacted badly, I was just really shocked and overwhelmed!" Hongseok tried to explain, gently grasping your hand in his own and scooting closer to her. You sniffled a bit and wiped at a tear that had managed to begin its descent down your flushed cheeks. 

Hongseok could feel himself panic more, not wanting to make you upset. So he decided to do something drastic. He flung himself forward, his lips crashing onto your own, and kissed you. For a couple of seconds, nothing happened. The silence in the room was stifling. Hongseok was about to pull away when you hesitantly kissed him back, your small hands clenching onto the fabric of his t-shirt to pull him closer.

It felt like time had stopped. All Hongseok could feel was your lips slowly moving against his own, his heart hammering away in his chest. After what felt like years, both of you separated, pupils blown wide and panting out breaths of air. 

"Wow, that was something else," You airly laughed, still trying to catch your breath. Hongseok laughed with you, his heart a bit lighter. You scooted yourself a bit closer to him, giving him a small glance as if testing the waters. Hongseok opened his arms, allowing you to cuddle yourself into them, breathing a sigh of relief. 

"So, I take it that you don't hate me then?" You jokingly asked Hongseok, peering up at him from where you were curled into his side. Hongseok laughed and shook his head no, kissing the top of your head. You both sat in silence, listening to the movie slowly finish. Hongseok could feel his eyes get heavier and heavier as he fought a losing battle with sleep. He decided to just rest his eyes for a moment, slipping away into the darkness of slumber. 

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Hongseok jolted awake, a gasp caught in his throat. His head whipped back and forth, looking around the room. Sunlight was streaming in through the curtains of the living room, indicating that a new day had started. You were nowhere to be seen, however, making Hongseok worry. He slowly rose from the couch, his back protesting his horrid sleeping position as it popped. His first stop was the bathroom, relieving himself and washing his face. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he could hear your sweet melodic voice softly singing from the kitchen. 

He stepped into the kitchen silently, creeping up behind you. You let out a soft squeal of surprise as he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the junction of your neck. Hongseok pressed a sweet kiss on your cheek, releasing you from his arms to let you face him. 

"Good morning, Hongseok! Did you sleep okay?" You asked with a bright dazzling smile, your eyes sparkling in the morning sun. Hongseok could feel himself melt. 

"I slept okay, yeah. Did I fall asleep before you? I remember shutting my eyes for a moment, and then I woke up," Hongseok explains, watching you bustle around the kitchen making breakfast, which from observation was probably pancakes. 

"Hm, I think you did. I fell asleep shortly after, however. You were so warm and comfy I just couldn't help it" You smirked at Hongseok, serving up some freshly cooked pancakes drizzled with maple syrup and topped with juicy strawberries. 

Hongseok sat at the island counter, watching you intently as you fixed your own plate. You sat down opposite him, happily digging into your own pancakes. You both sat silently for a while, the clock on the wall slowly ticking as time passed. Hongseok was the first to speak up, gently clearing his throat. 

"So about last night? Uh w-well, what are we?" He stuttered, flustered under your intense gaze. He could feel himself start to panic, his hands becoming clammy and his heart racing. You purse your lips, glancing away from him momentarily. 

"Well, I would have thought me kissing you back last night was enough of an answer? Hongseok, you idiot, I like you!" You state, giving him an exasperated huff, smiling afterward. Hongseok instantly brightened up at hearing your confession, all of his worries practically flying away. He reached across the table and gently grasped your hand, intertwining their fingers. 

"I was so worried! You know, because you're amazing and so beautiful, and I'm just me. Your next-door neighbor. I thought I didn't have a chance with you," Hongseok confessed, flashing you a sheepish smile when you groaned at him. 

"Hongseok, you're an actual idiot. I've had a crush on you for like 5 years!" You laughed, obviously noticing Hongseok's surprised expression. He put his head on the table and groaned, realizing how stupid he was. He felt a hand gently run through his hair and looked up, watching as you leaned forward to pet him in comfort. 

"Well, to be fair, I guess we are both idiots, huh? I had a crush on you for 5 years, and I didn't confess either," You comforted him, slipping your hand from his grasp and moving around to his side of the counter. You sat down on the seat next to him, taking both of his hands into your own. Your deep (E/C) locked him in your gaze. 

Hongseok decided now was the time. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, giving you a long, sweet kiss. You kissed back, your lips moving together in tandem. You pulled apart a few seconds later, giggling and smiling.

"(Y/N) will you be my girlfriend?" Hongseok asked, cheeks red and heart racing. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Hongseok's neck, giving him a quick peck on the lips. 

"Well, of course, I will!" You smiled, letting out a gasp when he picked you up in happiness. He carried you to the living room and plopped you both down on the couch. As you cuddled together, Hongseok couldn't help himself. 

"Maybe I should have gotten locked out of my house sooner?"

[sunsetinmyvein]

You Pick a Fight - P2

Eyyyyy it’s prompt time. I have since forgotten what prompt’s @imagine-that-100​ gave me from the prompt list for this part two, but hopefully you enjoy it anyway. :P

And I was right, because it wasn’t over. The pool incident was just the start of much more bickering and fighting over nothing that was set to come during the months between Matty and I. We hadn’t known each other all that well prior to that day, but it definitely set the bar for future interactions. Being argumentative and stubborn was just a habit neither of us could break, much to all of our mutual friend’s annoyance. It might’ve been on the verge of immature, since we were both pushing thirty, but neither of us cared. And we never really meant it. Grudges about stolen floaties were not held for long. It was a rare occasion that we genuinely made up and said sorry, but typically by the end of the day we had either forgotten about it or played some prank on the other to feel avenged about our wrong doing. Over the course of many months of arguing and pranking, Matty and I inevitably became closer. Realistically, Matty was probably one of my best friends by this point in my life. We saw each other at least a couple of times a week for various reasons and I enjoyed his company (mostly). But that wasn’t going to stop me from trying to constantly one-up him and make sure I destroy him any time he challenges me to anything. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right? You gotta know your opponent’s weaknesses to best exploit them.

 However, tonight was our regularly scheduled movie night. So, more than likely no arguing would be occurring tonight. The movie had already been picked by democratic vote by the group, which meant there would be no debates about that. Everyone was bringing their own snacks, nothing to fight over. And we rotated who hosted, so no arguments there either. This week it was Matty’s turn. Last week when it had been at my flat, we had picked a comedy movie to watch and ended up receiving a noise complaint from my neighbour about us being “too rambunctious”. I was hoping that we wouldn’t have the same issue to deal with this week given Matty’s much thicker walls. I was cutting up a tray of brownies that I was graciously bringing to share - one of which may or may not have been spiked with cayenne pepper just to spite Matty for last week when he mixed my bag of skittles with m+m’s - while I replayed the events of last week. The details of the movie were actually a bit of a blur, because after the few drinks that I had downed after a rough day at work, I recalled falling asleep. When I woke up, I found myself snoring on Matty’s shoulder. God, that was utterly embarrassing. Other than my snoring, to wake up cosying up to Matty? I’d rather be caught dead. But I must have been too distracted by these memories, because as I was cutting, I slipped and managed to slice open my thumb with my new knife.

  I felt the cut the instant it happened, bracing myself for what I might see before I looked down. Sure as shit, all I saw was a lot of red. The first thought to run through my head was that my brownie plan was ruined. I couldn’t serve brownies that had been doused in blood. The second was that I absolutely needed to seal this wound as soon as possible. I raced to the bathroom, grabbing a roll of gauze and wrapping it around my thumb as tightly as I could. Do I call an ambulance? No, this wasn’t an ambulance sort of emergency. Emergency, though. I should go to the emergency room. Now. But I had to let the guys know I wasn’t coming. I could see the gauze starting to turn red as I searched my phone for Matty’s contact. Fuck, I felt so bad for bailing on this movie night given it was our regular thing, but this was really not good. Really, really not good. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

  “Hey-”

“Look, I need to go to emergency.” I interrupted in a garbled rush.

“What?” He shouted down the line.

“I need to go to hospital, so I’m not gonna make it tonight.” I explained, slightly slower.

“What did you do?” He asked in an incredulous tone.

“I sliced my thumb open cutting brownies.” I just heard him laughing. “It’s not funny, Matty. I need stitches.” I frowned as I started to grab my essentials. What if they wanted to keep me in overnight? Oh my god, I was absolutely not prepared for something like this. I should have a go bag. Is that a thing normal people did? Have a go bag in case they accidentally injure themselves? Maybe smart people did.

“Do you need me to drive you?” He offered as I was contemplating what exactly I would put in a go bag.

“What? Uh, no. I’m okay. I think.” I rattled off.

“I’ll meet you there.” I heard him say. He what? Why would he want to come to the hospital?

“Wait. No, you don’t-” But he’d already hung up.

  Before I left the house, I slapped another few layers of bandage over the gauze on my thumb to try and put some pressure on this cut that was apparently bleeding like a tap by the rate it was turning things red. Driving to the hospital with a thumb as fat as mine was with all the bandages wrapped around it was not easy to say the least, but I managed to get there in one piece. Once I had gotten there, paid for my parking, and then managed to check myself into the ER, I was able to take a seat and decompress slightly. But, the peace and quiet didn’t last long, because not even five minutes after I sat down a familiar face entered through the sliding glass doors.

“Good job.” Matty said as he approached, with a slow clap for emphasis.

“Don’t patronise me.” I scoffed.

“Show me.” He said as he took a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to my own.

“It’s okay-”

“Just show me what you did.” He dismissed.

“I mean, I can’t really take this stuff off-” I gestured to my half blood-soaked bandages, “-or it’ll bleed worse.”

He let out a low whistle as he raked a hand through his curls. “Bloody hell.” He muttered under his breath, before glancing up at me. “Pardon the pun.” He added with a smirk.

“Shut up. It’s really not as bad as it looks.” I lied. I was trying to play it down, to pretend like I hadn’t briefly seen how deep that knife went, but I knew that this was definitely very vital that I see a doctor very fucking soon.

He met my gaze, clearly seeing the stress I was trying to hide. “You’re not very convincing.” He chuckled.

  Despite my protests about him wanting to wait with me, Matty continued to ramble on about what he had done earlier in the day while we sat in the crowded waiting room. He also told me not to worry about cancelling on the movie night, and thanked me for trying to make brownies. If only he had known what his brownie was going to taste like. But at least he was distracting me from the weird sensation in my thumb. After about half an hour, I was called through to be seen by the nurse - which realistically just meant that I sat and waited in another room for a further ten minutes until I was finally seen by someone. When she walked in, she introduced herself and asked for a run down of the situation as she started gathering some supplies. After I had explained what I had done, she started moving towards my giant wad of bloody fabric.

“I’m gonna look away.” I warned the nurse, she just nodded in response. I felt her unravelling the bandages on my thumb, trying really hard to busy myself by studying the vision tester chart on the wall. She let out a quiet hum as she analysed the situation.

“All right. I am going to put some glue on this now to hold it, but we are going to need to anaesthetise you to properly sort this out. Is that okay?” She asked in a calm tone. They were going to knock me out? It was bad enough to need to be knocked out for?? Holy shit.

“Um, yep.” I nodded. “I suppose it’ll have to be.” I added with a nervous laugh. “When will that be?”

“As soon as they can get you in. Likely in the next few hours.” She answered.

  When I came back out of the nurse’s station, I sat back down and told Matty what they had said.

“They need to sedate you?” He asked in shock.

“I’ve apparently done quite a number on myself.” I could feel the stress building up as the realisation set in. Oh my god. I had cut off my thumb. I had cut off my thumb and now they needed to reattach it. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

“Hey, calm down.” He reassured, placing his hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be all right.”

“But what if it’s too late? What if I cut too far? What if-”

Thankfully, Matty interrupted my downward spiral of anxiety. “They would’ve told you if that were the case. They’re going to operate, so it must be fine.” He moved to take my good hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing mind as I nodded in agreement. At least one of us was the voice of reason right now. “When are you going in?” He questioned, seeming genuinely sympathetic.

“They said as soon as possible. I just have to wait here until a theatre frees up.” I replied. He just nodded thoughtfully. “You should go back to the movie night.” I said, eventually feeling guilty that he’d already been sat waiting here for an hour.

“No.” He shook his head as he rifled through his pocket. “You want some gum?” He asked, holding a packet out in my direction.

I looked down at them apprehensively. “They’re not some ridiculous flavour, are they?”

He laughed loudly. “No, I threw the wasabi ones out.”

  It was another hour before I was finally called through to get ready for theatre. Now I was genuinely feeling pretty awful that Matty had been here this whole time. We had well and truly pushed past dinner time, he’d missed the movie, our friends were all sat at his place without him. He can’t have been having a good time stuck here with me.

“Okay, I gotta go in.” I said as I stood up.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” He smiled up at me from his seat.

“Just go home, I’ll be fine.” I said as I gestured to the door.

“No.” He grinned.

“Go.”

“No.” His dark brown eyes bore into mine, clearly challenging me to push him further on the subject.

“I hate you, so much.” I grumbled as I heard the nurse call my name again.

“I love you, too.” He said, blowing a kiss for emphasis as I walked off.

  The doctors all reassured me that the operation was going to be quick and easy. Knock me out, stitch me up, wake me up fifteen minutes later. Easy peasy. I had never had any issues with operations, being knocked out was easy. It was the stuff you had to be awake for that was hard. True to their word, when I saw the clock when I started coming to, it had been no more than half an hour than when I last checked the time. But my god I felt groggy. My brain felt like it had been replaced with a bunch of cotton balls and my eyelids might as well have been made of lead. I glanced down at my thumb, seeing a much smaller pile of bandages on there, that were now thankfully not soaked in blood. That was nice. I then caught sight of the man sat next to my bed.

“Hey, you’re up.” Matty said quietly as he stepped over. As soon as he leaned over the bed frame, the fluorescent lights above him just illuminated his dark, curly hair. Holy shit. It looked borderline angelic. “How’re you feeling?”

“Your hair…” I mumbled as I reached out my good hand to touch it.

He seemed surprised by my actions at first, before letting my run a hand through it. “What about it?” He asked with a quiet laugh.

“It’s really soft.” I answered, genuinely quite surprised by how nice it felt. “Has it always been that soft?” I felt like I had been missing out. I could’ve been touching this hair for nearly a year now and instead I had been swapping his shampoo for ranch dressing and perfume.

  Matty seemed keen to indulge my anaesthesia haze, letting me bother him with all of my weird questions about his hair. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy. I did a lot of mean shit to him and here he was, sat with me in emergency all evening instead of hanging out with his friends. After the pranks I’d pulled, I likely didn’t deserve a friend like him. But he’d pulled them on me too. We were a pretty good pair, I suppose. And I had no idea if it was this lighting or what, but dare I say, Matty was looking pretty attractive today. Had I really just been so focused on butting heads with him that I never noticed these things before?

“Are you sure you really look this good? I feel like I must still be dreaming.” I said, pretending to shield my eyes.

He frowned, before the realisation dawned on him and his eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Are you flirting with me?”

“Maybe.” I shrugged.

“Don’t use cheesy pickup lines on me.” He chuckled.

“How else am I meant to pick you up?” I scoffed as I rolled my eyes.

“Are you trying to?” He asked as a smile slowly made its way onto his face.

“Maaaaybe.” I said in an attempt to be non-committal, but then my curiosity got the better of me. “Is it working?”

“I’m gonna remind you of this when you’re properly out of the anaesthetic.” He just looked amused. Not the reaction I had hoped for. But I was too tired to keep trying to come up with clever lines.

“Okay.” I muttered, nodding softly. “Gon’ sleep now, though.” I added.

“Rest up.” He agreed. “You’re gonna need all the energy you can get to deal with me giving you shit for this tomorrow.”  

Part one

Part three

[dinoyoongi]

Confirm or Deny (6) - Final

SYNOPSIS: You’re a member of the rising group FRNZEE. You’ve been dating Namjoon for years when Dispatch releases an article exposing your relationship. Your company confirms the relationship. Big Hit denies it.

PARTS: ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX - FINAL

PAIRING: Namjoon x Reader

GENRE: Romance, Angst

WARNINGS: Language, brief mentions of sexual situations

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

AUTHORS NOTE: The ending is here! Thank you so much to everyone who has loved and supported this story! I’m sorry that it took so long to get the ending written but I hope it’s as satisfying for you to read as it was to write! I know a few might be disappointed with it - that’s understandable - I did rewrite this chapter several times and cut out a lot that I had originally planned but ultimately I think I wrote an ending fit for me, Joonie and Sweets. <3

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“Y/N?”  Your chin snaps up at the sound of your name, eyes wide at the polite, smiling face of the young receptionist at the desk in front of the room.  “The director will be ready shortly. He apologizes for the delay and appreciates your patience.”

Exhaling in relief, you bow in understanding, returning her courteous grin quickly before turning your eyes down to the screen in your lap. On your phone, Tom Hanks strides to the stage to the applause of the audience, the camera panning to different nominees in this final, ultimate category. The quick shot of BTS – of Namjoon's nervous but elated grin – makes your heart knock against your chest hard. Tom Hanks prattles for a few seconds about the achievements of the nominees before he's handed a golden envelope.

“And the Grammy for record of the year goes to … BTS!”

You don't realize you're holding your breath until you're on your feet and screaming, lightheaded and breathless from the lack of oxygen. Hand slapping over your mouth to silence your hysteria, you ignore the concerned calls from the receptionist and shakily lower yourself back onto your seat. Though seconds have passed, the group hasn't found their way onto the stage. Instead, they remain in the audience, huddled in the tightest of hug. Not a single one of them has a dry face.

You included.

They did it. Holy shit. They won a Grammy – the biggest Grammy of the night. This would make it their second after picking up the award for best group earlier in the morning. But record of the year … it's the award.  And they did it. Namjoon did it.

There's a gentle tapping on your shoulder. When you glance up, you can barely make out the blurred silhouette of the receptionist through the haze of your tears.

“Are you okay? Do I need to call anyone for you?”

“N-no, I'm fine, I-I just-” you stop yourself, eyes falling down to the phone screen. She follows your gaze, mouth opening in understanding when she sees the seven of them on the stage. Her shock is quickly replaced with a warm smile. “I'll be quieter. Sorry.”

She giggles. “Don't worry about it. If you need tissues or anything, come see me at my desk, okay?”

Unable to suppress the elation, you grin as you nod, pushing the pods further into your ear and jamming the volume up button on your phone as loud as it would allow. Namjoon is already speaking and the sound of his voice immediately conjures the waterworks again. He stutters over a few pronunciations and has to pause every so often to wipe his tears, but his speech is beautiful and poignant. The words are straight from his heart, straying from any kind of notes or script that the group might have drafted on the chance that they'd actually win.  

“Of course, we love and appreciate our fans – our ARMY – dearly. But we also want to thank everyone behind the scenes – our loved ones who we might have neglected and hurt in our path to get where we are. We hope that you're proud of us and that you'll stay … sweetly … by our side.”

The sobs come easily. Instantly.

Sweetly. He's talking directly to you – his Sweets.

You watch with loud sniffles until their speech is done, until they're carrying themselves off of the stage, until the last musical guest that you honestly couldn't name begins to perform. Your finger pushes at the power button on the side of your phone and when the screen fades to black, the reflection that stares back at you is a haggard mess. Grabbing a few tissues from the nice receptionist and cleaning yourself up before the most important meeting of your life is probably the best idea. But you can't seem to move.

Walking into this building a few minutes ago, you were sure of what you wanted – a fresh start, a new path, all slates wiped clean. Joining P NATION would do that for you. And this was everything that you wanted. It's everything that you've worked for.

But maybe … maybe you want Namjoon just a little bit more. You don't even know if a future with him is something that's feasible, or if it's something that he still wants. What if Big Hit refuses to let the two of you be together? What if P NATION refuses to let you date at all?

Once again you're faced with the possibility that you might have to choose the two things you want most in your entire life – your idol career or Namjoon.

You finally pry your hard stare from the phone. Looking up, there are two doors on either side of the room. One door – the door that you entered in – leads to the lobby, to the exit. The other door leads to the conference room where you'll be meeting with the directors of P NATION.

Your stomach twists, your throat suddenly tightening with the urge to vomit.

“Here,” the receptionist's voice cuts through your anxiety. She pushes a wad of tissues in your direction. When you don't move to accept them, she clicks her tongue in amusement and plops down into the chair next to yours. You're startled when she reaches out with the tissue to dab at your face gently, using the slightest pressure as to not totally destroy your makeup. “You look conflicted. It's not usually something I see from potential trainees … or in your case, idol, I guess? Most if not all of them are excited and confident and anxious to sign a contract. You … you look like you're going to toss your cookies all over the carpet. No offense.”

Despite your inner turmoil, you feel yourself cracking a smile. “None taken.”

“What your company did to you was disgusting,” she says casually, leaning over your lap to toss the tissue in a garbage bin. You blink at her in surprise. Not many people are bold enough to bring the incident – or incidents, because there were quite a few – with Hot Star to your face. “I grew up in the states so the extreme response to a dating report here just baffles me. Seriously. In the west, we want our favorite celebrities to date and be happy and healthy. We actually ship celebrities together. I remember growing up being totally in love with Freddie Prinze Jr – you don't know who that is, do you? She's All That? Scooby-Doo? None of this rings a bell? Okay, it doesn't matter, anyway – he started dating a co-star from one of his movies and I was their biggest cheerleader because I could see how happy he was. And you know what? Those two actors are still married to this day and I'm still rooting for them.”

Her rant is punctuated with a triumphant crossing of her arms as she leans back into her seat. You're confused as you gape at her. What is it that she's trying to tell you? If Hot Star and Big Hit hadn't intervened and the fans hadn't been so crazy, you and Namjoon would have a successful marriage?

She chuckles when she sees your confused expression. “Sorry, I know I'm a bit extra sometimes. My point that I have failed to get to is that … Hot Star has serious karma coming their way. I think you have the potential to do amazing things with your career. And I know from the look on your face that you're two seconds away from bolting but why don't you stick around and at least hear what they have to say?”

Her palm rises to your line of vision, a compact mirror and lip tint sat on top in a peace offering. It only takes you a few long seconds to reach out, hesitantly accepting the items with a gracious bow of your head. You're given one last encouraging grin before she stands up, bows and retreats back to the desk at the front of the room. Lowering the cosmetics into your lap, you exhale a shaky breath and pick up your phone. Though you had deleted his contact from your phone, there was no way that you didn't remember the number by heart.

You let the words flow into your fingertips, jerking your thumb to the send button before you can talk yourself out of it.

“Y/N,” the receptionist calls for you. Her eyes meet yours. “They're ready for you.”

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“Holy shit, holy shit,” Jungkook is chanting breathlessly to himself as he grasps Namjoon's arm for support, the group shuffling quickly into the backstage area. The leader wobbles, his legs feeling as if they're made of jelly; all of his limbs feel as if they're suddenly jelly. The only part of him with substantial weight is the shiny, gold gramophone statue clutched tightly in his right hand. There's chaos as they step into the dressing room – managers, stylists and various staff shouting victoriously, some of their faces drenched with happy tears.

After all this time … they did it. The Grammys were something that all k-pop stars only fantasized about and BTS  - Namjoon and his brothers – now hold two of them.

It's a feeling that Namjoon can't comprehend. It's a feeling that's too overwhelming for his body. He wants to do everything; wants to cry, he wants to scream, he wants to hug every single person in the room, he wants to tell everybody he knows. He wants …

Oh. His chest dives when your face appears in the back of his mind. This is usually when you're calling him to congratulate him, to tell him how proud you are, to remind him how hard he worked for it, to promise him a more intimate celebration when you get to spend more time together.

From the wild thumping of his heart, it's easy to decide what he wants to do the most.

Ignoring the craziness of the room, Namjoon drops onto the couch. The award is yanked out of his grasp but he lets it go, reaching instead into the pile of cellular devices left on the coffee table to collect his own phone. Booting it up, he's not surprised to see his inbox already flooded with congratulatory messages and voicemails.

However, it's your message that sits right at the very top – two minutes ago – that surprises him the most.

Congratulations, Joonie. I am so proud of you. And when you want me, I'll always be by your side.

He reads the words again. And again. And again. Over and over until the dark font transforms into a blurred silhouette from his tears. One of the members – he can't distinguish who at this point – yanks his limp body into a hug, assuming that their leader is emotional from the fact that they just made history.

That's what he should be emotional about.

But all he can think about is you.

You, who had been with him since he joined Big Hit, who trained with him and grew with him. You, who supported him more than any person on this planet. You, who swore with your entire life that BTS would win Grammys. You knew it was going to happen and he wanted to prove you right.

How can he feel victorious when you're not with him?

Rising to his feet abruptly, Namjoon seeks out his manager. Upon seeing the fierce determination in his gaze, the main wrangler of the seven idols feels his cheerful grin drop. Jerking his head into the direction of the hallway, Namjoon has made up his mind.

The company will be furious; they'll fight it as much as they can. The fans will be devastated and betrayed, some might even boycott. The boys – though they'll support him no matter what – will be understandably concerned. This is a decision that effects everybody and the only person Namjoon cares about, the only person who can make the decision … is you.

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“How does everything look?” Mr. Park, also known as freaking Psy, asks politely, leaning in your direction from across the table. Your eyes quickly skim the first few pages of the document again. You're not familiar with a lot of the legal terms and you'd be lying if you didn't admit that there were parts of the contract that sounded slightly confusing. But for the most part – from your experience with your past contracts and your knowledge of the industry – the agreement is great. Way better than anything you ever imagined prior to walking into the building today. “Is there anything you'd like to edit? Any clauses you'd like to negotiate?”

You clear your throat, wishing your nerves would give you a break. “It all looks great, honestly. I'm really thankful for this opportunity.”

Psy frowns. “I sense a but coming.”

“No, no” you assure him with a shaky chuckle. “I'm definitely signing. I'd be crazy not to. This is such a great contract, more than someone like me could have ever hoped for after … you know, all things considered. I just … I do want to request one clause be added.”

Every pair of shoulders at the table straightens up, pens being pressed to paper and fingers set atop of their laptop keyboards at the ready.

“This might sound silly coming from me and it might be a rookie mistake to request this at the contract signing but … I want to be able to date. I want to be given the chance to have a normal, healthy relationship whether it be private or public – and I want to be the one that chooses which. When there's news about me dating, I want you to ask me first and I want you to have my back, to publish what I say and not what you think will get more attention with the media. And you can refuse, you can even add a clause that says I'm not allowed to date but to be honest, even if you tell me no, I'm still going to do it. You can rip up the papers right now if that's what you want to do. I just want to be transparent with you. I've given up so much and I don't want to give up anything more. That's the decision I made for myself before I came through these doors.”

The speech is long and you're winded when you finish, leaning back against the chair with what you hope is a quiet exhale. At the end of the table, there's a light giggling. Before you sat down, you were fully under the impression that you'd be meeting with Hyuna because it was her name on the business card that was handed to you. You knew there would be other people involved but you didn't expect it to be Psy and his entire legal team. For the majority of the meeting, Hyuna stayed silent at her end of the table, only nodding or laughing or frowning when appropriate. She offered you nothing except for polite smiles when your gazes accidentally crossed paths. Admittedly, you were confused about her role in your signing but just having her there – someone who was in your exact shoes but had the guts to actually stand up for her relationship – made a world of difference in how comfortable and confident you were speaking right now.

“I told you,” Hyuna chuckles, pursing her lips cockily and throwing a sly head tilt to Psy. Your nerves intensify as you snap your neck to the man who nods in agreement. “I told you that you should have just added that clause to save some time.”

And just like that, your mic drop moment is gone. You feel yourself trembling as you lower your eyes to the table. They knew you were going to ask for it. They were going to add a clause so that you wouldn't ask for it.

“When you say that you want to be in a relationship, do you mean that you want to be in a relationship with Kim Namjoon of BTS?” Hyuna asks curiously, fingers twirling a pen as if this this meeting wasn't about to be the cause of your impending heart-attack. Namjoon's name being spoken only adds to your panic.

“Does it make a difference if I say yes?” you stutter, your voice small.

“You said you want to be transparent with us. Don't back down now,” she warns. The sound of her pen dropping to the table is like an foghorn directly into your ear canal.

“Okay, yes. I want to be in a relationship with Namjoon,” you admit. Maybe you're just searching for any sign of discomfort in the room but you swear that you hear the hiss of someone taking in a breath. You continue anyway. “I'm not saying concretely that I will be. It's … complicated between us. But I love him more than anything else and if the chance to be with him again presents itself then … yes, I'm going to take it.”

“Okay then,” Psy says, his eyes flitting to a few of the men sat next to him at the table. “Get to work. She can date whoever she wants, whenever she wants and we must consult with her about her personal matters before submitting any statements to the press. Y/N, anything else to add?”

Wait, what?

“Y-you're still signing me? You're … adding the clause?” you ask in disbelief.

Psy's grin is wide as he smiles. “Of course we are. We're signing you because we want your talent, not your freedom.”

“I didn't even have to convince him,” Hyuna chirps. Your eyes are wide and watery as you gape at her with awe. “He was on board the second that I mentioned your name. What has happened to you in your career is … disgraceful. Being kicked out of Big Hit simply for being a woman, being kicked out of Hot Star because your company choose to capitalize on your relationship instead of supporting you. I know you probably think that he's just scooping up jaded k-pop stars but we're not interested in you because we pity your unfortunate background. We're interested because we're in awe of how you keep going. You were at the top of the food chain of trainees at Big Hit and when you were transferred, you had to start all over again and you did it. You debuted. And when this industry kicked you back down to square one, instead of giving up on being an idol like most others would, you took my card and called us to willingly – once again – be the lowest totem on the pole. You've got the whole package – talent, looks and perseverance. You're going places farther than any of those girls in FRNZEE could even fathom and we want to be the ones that help you get there.”

You don't realize that you're out of your seat, that you're stumbling your way in Hyuna's direction until she's in front of you and you're swinging your arms around her neck. She's startled, emitting a soft oomph as she fumbles backward but instead of pushing you away, she pats your shoulder comfortingly.

“Thank you,” you sob into chest. “Thank you so much. You have no idea. I-I just … I don't-”

Gently, she pushes you away, her hand firm on your shoulders as she bends down to meet your eyes directly. With her other hand, she uses her thumb to wipe away what you know are disgustingly hideous mascara tracks. Her smile is blinding as she grins at you encouragingly.

“Welcome to the family, Y/N,” she says warmly. Those words send a trill of warmth down your spine. “Even though it was my suggestion, who you really need to be thanking is our CEO. I have a big mouth and I use it often but he's the one who ultimately makes the decisions.”

You nod, turning to approach Psy. Unlike with Hyuna, you reign in your raging emotions, opting to bow respectfully instead of launching yourself at him. “Thank you, sir. I promise that I'm not going to let you down.”

Rounding back to your side of the table, there's no hesitance when you pick up the pen to sign your name and stamp your seal. The group waits until your pen has been placed back onto the table before they're on their feet and cheering. Their applause for simply signing with you is more encouraging than all of your positive interactions you've ever had with the Hot Star CEO combined. Psy has the super sweet receptionist – who winks in congratulations before she leaves the room – bring in a bottle of champagne and Hyuna insists on snapping a photograph of you with your contract for your future trophy case in their talent room.

You've been in this room for an hour. One hour and it feels as if you've been handed this entire new world wrapped with a shiny promise of a great future.

There's only one thing missing.

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ONE MONTH LATER

BREAKING: Y/N officially signs with P NATION!

Months after leaving FRNZEE and Hot Star Entertainment following the dating scandal that led to her being verbally and physically attacked by BTS fans, P NATION – the entertainment company that was founded by former YG artist Psy in 2019 – has announced on social media today that they've officially signed with Y/N! Y/N was ostracized in the k-pop industry after rumors of her dating BTS leader RM were confirmed by Hot Star but denied by Big Hit. Due to backlash, Y/N was ultimately pulled from the group's comeback. The controversy also saw BTS fans attacking the then-FRNZEE vocalist in the KBS parking lot during a Music Bank recording.

We can't wait to see what kind of music Y/N will be releasing under this new label. Stay tuned for more updates!

You roll your eyes, clicking off of the article and back to the influx of incoming messages. It was too much to hope for a quick “congratulations!” article, wasn't it? Scrolling through the messages, you feel slightly overwhelmed but in a good way.

Ji-na: I feel cool because I already knew but still CONGRATS AGAIN BABE! Happy for you!!

You're giggling as you type back a response to her and a few other people before clicking the phone off and setting it down to charge. Your eyes take a long moment to adjust to the dimness of the room compared to the bright lights of your phone screen. Today has been a whirlwind of messages and phone calls and more messages and more phone calls. You just need a break from all devices.

“Y/N?” a voice from the kitchen calls. You heave yourself onto your feet, padding a few steps over to the counter that separates the kitchen from the living room. Per your contract with P NATION, instead of sticking you in a dorm, you're now living in an apartment building owned by somebody who works for the company. Your building neighbors include Hyuna and Hyojong who actually live on your floor and Jessi who lives a few up. It wasn't super spacious but it was cozy and private and yours. You sigh in exhaustion as you slump onto one of the stools. “Do you want mozzarella on your pasta?”

Elbows resting on the table, your chin propped onto your palms, you nod sleepily, letting your eyes flutter closed. “A lot of it, please.”

You giggle when you feel something press against your lips. Opening your eyes, you're not surprised to see Namjoon mirroring your posture, his lips on yours. He kisses you sweetly for another few seconds before pulling away. “You've had a long day. How are you feeling?”

“Tired. Happy. Content. Hungry,” you say pointedly, grinning when his dimples dip from his laughter. “I'm so glad that you're here with me right now.”

“Me too, Sweets,” he says softly, sliding his hand across the table. You remove one from under your chin and meet him halfway, interlocking your fingers immediately. Like always, your heart pummels against your ribcage. It appears that Namjoon is always going to fluster you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Considering the scale of dramatic that was yours and Namjoon's breakup, you would've thought there would have been some epic reunion consisting of hours of conversation and arguments and agreements that would lead to the reigniting of your relationship but … there wasn't. When he got off of the plane after returning from America, the first place that he went to was yours. In Daejeon. You had been in Seoul for meetings the entire day and because of what happened, your mother wouldn't let him in the house. He waited hours on the porch for you to return – after he had just gotten off a thirteen hour flight – and when you finally walked up that sidewalk to see him dozing on the uncomfortable, rickety wicker chair …. you just knew.

There didn't have to be a spectacular speech or declaration of love – you already knew you loved him and that you wanted to be with him again.

So here you were. Together.

Together – the word makes your chest clench in relief.

You eat your pasta takeout at the kitchen counter, taking turns feeding the different noodles to each other between catch-up conversation. You tell Namjoon about the concept meeting that you had earlier in the day, the meeting that would decide in what direction you want your sound to go. He tells you about the amount of celebrities – specifically ones that have stuck their noses up at the boys in the past – that are flooding Big Hit with collaboration requests following the Grammys. And when you finish up with dinner, you both retire onto the sofa. Namjoon loads Netflix and turns on a random documentary although you both know damn well that you'll only watch it for maybe twenty minutes before your restless hands and yearning lips find another way to keep each other occupied.

Tonight, though, you're surprised when he whips his phone out in front of your face. “We don't have any recent pictures together. Let's take a selfie.”

Your hair is in a messy bun and your face is bare but who are you to deny him anything?

Leaning in, Namjoon presses his lips against your cheek. You smile bashfully, assuming the picture will turn out incredibly sweet, until he uses his free hand to squeeze your cheeks together. Before you can protest, the blinding flash of the camera captures the moment. You massage the skin that was pinched when he releases you, muttering grumpily as he coos over how adorable he thinks the picture is.

“This one will be perfect,” he mumbles to himself before his fingers start moving across the screen keyboard.

You squint in confusion. “Perfect for what?”

He pretends to not hear you but you get your answer only two minutes later. The pings and beeps and notifications on your phone begin to chime rampantly again.

Ji-na: OMG NAMJOON IS TOO CUTE. YOU GUYS ARE TOO CUTE.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously at your boyfriend who lounges next to you, phone in one hand while the other kneads a spot on your ankle where it rests on his lap. “Why does Ji-na think you're too cute? What did you do?”

Namjoon chuckles incredulously. “Wow, that didn't take long at all.”

“What are you talking about?”

Instead of answering, he presents you with his phone that's loaded to his Weverse account. There's one post from Namjoon, added two minutes ago. The goofy selfie of the two of you with the caption: I've been an idiot – she has always been my Sweets. Congrats, babe.

“Namjoon!” you shriek in alarm, shooting up into a sitting position. “Have you completely lost your mind?”

You gawk at the man as he chuckles calmly, pulling himself off of the sofa as well. Why would he do that? And how can he be so calm? Doesn't he realize that he posted it? Doesn't he realize what he just did?

“I … Joonie, I don't understand. Help me understand. Why did you do that?”

He takes your hand in his, pushing the pad of his fingers into your skin soothingly. “I told myself that if I was lucky enough to be with you again, things would be different. I wasn't going to make the same mistakes I did last time. I don't want us to hide. I don't want us to be a secret. I know that there's going to be backlash from this – especially because of my reaction last time – but I just want to be with you, okay? Is that okay?”

Is it hot in here? You feel like you're melting.

“Joonie, of course it's okay. There aren't going to be any label issues on my end and of course I want nothing more than to be public with you – it's what I've always wanted – but … have you cleared this with Big Hit? With the boys? What's going to happen now?”

He gives you his wide, closed-mouth smile, the one that makes his dimples deep. “What's going to happen is that we're going to be happy. Together. I'm going to own up to my mistakes and take responsibility for not fighting for us the first time around. I'm going to endure the backlash with the boys at my side and … we're going to be Joonie and Sweets no matter what anyone has to say about it. Okay?”

You nod, biting your lip to stop the sudden onslaught of tears. Joonie and Sweets. It's all you've ever wanted.

He sighs. “I know this is going to get us both in a bit of hot water but I'm done hiding.”

Crawling closer to him, you snuggle into his side, sighing in contentedness when his arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

“I'm okay, Joonie. I can take whatever is thrown at us but I just have to confirm one thing for whenever my manager eventually calls,” you tell him. His eyebrow lifts questioningly. “We're both in the relationship this time, right?”

He rolls his eyes once before lunging at you, fingers digging into your sides in merciless tickles.

 - T H E   E N D - 

[fizzingwizard]

Alright and now for episode 23! Which was a lot more interesting. Still lacking in pertinent ways but at least it got some stuff moving, and there were a few small but very nice character moments.

I took a LOT of Taichi spam this week you guys. The animation was slightly better than normal and my boy was just so good.

At parkour. He’s good at parkour.

More below!

We pick up where we left off last week, with Devimon arriving in his true form and picking a fight over Poyomon. He’s so threatened by a wad of jelly.

He does seem a bit weird though. More on that later.

The quintessential Taichi picture.

And just a cute one.

So okay, Devimon makes mincemeat of MetalGreymon and WereGarurumon. Like he wipes the floor with them. Even though they should be a level above him. I was like what’s going on. Clearly dark powers are giving him extra strength, but this still seemed like too much...

Yamato yells for Takeru to go hide. Taichi then yells for Yamato to go hide xD However Devimon has no trouble destroying all their possible hiding spots and attacking them.

Takeru worries about his brother :’<

Taichi quickly tries to think of a strategy but yup “Hide” is all he can come up with.

They communicate via digivice and Yamato has something of a better strategy but... it still just amounts to hiding.

Meanwhile their partners continue to get their butts kicked.

MetalGreymon: Hey watch it I just got this painted!

WereGaurumon: My nails! I just had them done!

Taichi: Would you two stop fussing, you’re so vain!

Taichi: We’ve got more important things to worry about! Like my hair!

Meanwhile in the real world... the four are together and Koushirou updates Jou and Mimi on the situation, which boils down to Not Good. The tank ships are still on a collision course. On top of that, Koushirou notices that the data being absorbed by Calmaramon’s... idk what to call it, data collection tower? thing, is being sent directly to the digital world. He guesses it’s going to be used to power the creature whose name I forgot they fought before.

This guy.

Koushirou also guesses this probably means Taichi and Yamato are in some deep shit rn.

Taichi is pretty smart too... he’s able to tell that Devimon is able to manipulate the dark mists and that’s how he’s able to find their hiding spots and attack them so easily.

Here’s the evil crystal that I would have thought was from Sailor Moon. Ahhh evil is so beautiful. And purple. Hmmm, the Crest of Knowledge is also purple, and absorption of data is converted to power.... GUYS KOUSHIROU’S GOING TO GO DARK.

Kidding, kidding. I would totally watch it though.

So the others go to fight Calmaramon and destroy the tower to help Taichi and Yamato. But, uh, they didn’t count on Calamaramon’s tentaclesx ;D

Kabuterimon makes the classic amateur mistake of DRAMATICALLY ANNOUNCING HIMSELF when he swerves in to rescue the girls...

... and he gets his just desserts. :P

Meanwhile Taichi and Yamato... are still losing. So who steps up to the plate but...

Takeru and Poyomon! Lol!

No seriously, this scene SCREAMED of the one in 99 where Hikari sacrifices herself to protect Yamato and Sora. I was really expecting Takeru to do the same thing here. “Leave my brother alone! Take me instead!”

But, I guess, since he’s a boy, he’s less self-sacrificial and more just... irrationally strong...

His conviction results in evolution!

Poyomon becomes Tokomon! THANK GOODNESS. I could not handle another “poyo, poyo!”

Devimon takes one look at this pink-cheeked thing and FREEEEEEAKS OUUUUUT.

“You remind me... of someone I once knew... you have... the same eyes... GRRRRRRRRR!!!!”

he didn’t say that but he totally should have lol. Now someone please make an edit of Angemon where he takes off his helmet and he has Tokomon eyes underneath x’D

Data readings on Koushirou’s computer start going haywire! The data is being sent somewhere fast!

I was expecting some kind of power up but I wasn’t expecting full on evolution. Because yup. That’s what goes down. Devimon evolves.

And here’s where he gets weird. His evolution seems painful. Unnatural. He doesn’t seem exactly pleased with it, to be frank. He’s really agitated by Tokomon but he doesn’t do much in the way of monologuing and it’s not even clear that the evolution is by his own design. It just kind of seems to happen. Then, once he does evolve, he’s much less talkative. This is generally not the sign of sanity or even sentience. It’s like Devimon is imprisoned by his evolution, which goes on a rampage.

Neodevimon. Actually, original Devimon is scarier but :P

Lol and then Tokomon gets blown out of Takeru’s arms and goes for a tumble while Takeru runs frantically after him xD Great moment.

Rollin rollin rollin, though the streams are swollen...

NeoDevimon is very powerful but y’know... WereGarurumon just STOOD there. This... this is totally his fault that he gets hurt here x’D

Taichi is displeased with this development, and yet, still cute in his displeasure.

Finally Koushirou manages to get through! Taichi is too preoccupied to jump for joy or anything but you can see that he’s excited. “Koushirouuuuu please save us!!!” basically that’s what’s going on

However he’s right away blown over and his digivice scatters and the signal drops...

Yamato is very Stressed.

However, contact with Koushirou has rejuvenated Taichi.

LIKE THE PHOENIX HE RISES FROM THE ASHES

Taichi: “FUCK THIS SHIIIIIIIIIT!”

His renewed conviction becomes power. Yeah, that’s a thing, we know.

Meanwhile, in the human world, the others have worked out that Taichi and Yamato are fighting and need help, and they combine the powers of their own passionate hearts in a classic shonen anime trope.

Koushirou gets a special moment all to himself! It’s really fast but still, the episode makes a point of focusing on Koushirou’s desire to connect with his friends and help them. I choose to believe this a nod to Koushirou’s significant role in the show and a way of saying “Sorry they’re not all together right now but they will be soon and characters other than Taichi and Yamato will get to do cool things in the not so distant future!”

Their partners are then able to defeat Calmaramon and destroy the data collection tower.

BOOM, baby.

Meanwhile our heroes who never sleep manage to defeat Devimon. Which, I figured, meant he’d retreat for now, but...

He freaking dies! Yup, that’s right! Disintegrates!! I was like what the heck?? This was a Boss Battle???? It had none of the signs of being a boss battle other than the boss being present and it wasn’t even that hard...

However, it’s not over till it’s over...

... Tokomon looks on NeoDevimon’s death kind of creepily. Like, the episode makes a point of showing us Tokomon’s reaction, not just the group’s. So... I feel like this is gonna be relevant. I COULD BE WRONG. But I just personally wouldn’t stick this bit in without it meaning something. But that something could be pretty much anything so we still don’t know much.

The sailors aboard the tankers whose control systems are restored at the last second are pretty darn relieved anyway.

This was my favorite moment in epiosde, Mimi flinging herself over Koushirou and knocking Jou out of the way to hug Sora in her enthusiasm over their victory xD awww Mimi

Yamato wants to know what’s with Taichi. Taichi’s like, “The others helped us from afar, I just know it...” AND THAT’S WHY HE’S BEST BOY.

Yamato gives Takeru an adorable pat on the head and tells him good job. Only thing that could have made this moment cuter would have been if he also patted Tokomon’s head. BECAUSE HELLO. KID JUST EVOLVED. SAY HI AND TELL HIM YOUR NAMES AT LEAST.

But then! Darknightmon uses the dark crystal thingy and...!

Le gasp! NeoDevimon’s corpse emerges from the ground...

Taichi has a flashback to another time they thought they won only for their defeated opponent to be infused with dark energy and resurrect...

... uh I forgot this guy’s name too >_>

Taichi: “Wow I never saw this coming!”

Well, I did. :P Due to being over ten years old...

We end with NeoDevimon’s mask cracking off!

Creepy!

Final thoughts... it now kind of looks like Darknightmon is the one pulling Devimon’s strings rather than the other way around. But my guess is that’s not the case. It could also be that Devimon told Darknightmon to do this - after all, Devimon used the stone’s power to evolve Darknightmon before, and this is just the reverse of that. Or it could be they are equals and in cahoots with each other. I definitely think there’s an even greater, bigger Bad out there that they either work for or are afraid of etc something like that, I think we probably all feel sure of that at least. But Devimon in this episode really surprised me in the ways he seems to lack agency. He seemed like a pawn of evil rather than the chessmaster himself.

So next week! Looks lit!

Devimon’s new evolution? or power up? whatever is creepier than NeoDevimon so that’s a relief.

BUT THIS IS EVEN CREEPIER HOLY CRAP TAICHI! Get some sleep, your eyes are all red! (And he’s injured. His hand is where he got hurt two weeks ago fighting Splashmon right? He got hit with miasma. I wonder if this is the same wound and if it’s somehow controlling him due to the dark energy getting into his system... But everyone’s more or less been hit with the dark energy at this point so maybe not. Anyway, CREEPY EYES, CREEPY CREEPY EYES.)

Also Yamato DIES. He DIES y’all. *funeral march plays* Hmm, Tokomon looks hungry...

Then we got this bit which in case you can’t tell is Takeru being awesome. So I figured, ahh, THIS is the boss battle, and we’re gonna see Angemon again already... weird as that sounds :P

HOW-E-VER

We also get this???? Taichi silhouetted against a brilliant light????? What does it mean? I mean we know Takeru has healing powers so I’m fully expecting that to happen but uhh are we also going to canonize Taichi next week? lol. Saint Taichi. I love him the best but I will be a bit miffed if next week IS the big boss battle and Takeru’s role is “power up Taichi so he can kill it” and that’s it... But I guess we’ll have to see.

It does rather look like they saved the animation budget for next week, the preview was nuts x’D Can’t wait.

[acciomalfoy]

Oblivious (Eddie Kaspbrak x reader)

"Hi. How are you? It's uh, it's been a while." It had been four weeks, which in hindsight was way too long to be apart from Eddie.

"I'm good. She's getting better, slowly." Your grandmother had been on deaths doorstep a little over a month ago. She had been the glue holding the family together for the past ten years, and the entire extended family had shown up at the hospital. It had been over seven years since some aunts and uncles had seen you, and you failed to remember almost all of their names.

"That's good. Um, I wrote notes for you. In each lesson, since we're in all the same classes and I thought it would help because exams are in, like, two months and you missed a whole month of preparation." Hermione Granger who? Eddie shuffled a small stack of papers over to your desk. The front page was highlighted, underlined and had stars around the title. Typical Eddie.

"Thanks, Eds! God, my mom will freak if I fail my exams." You exclaimed with a beam that Eddie returned.

"Anyway, how have you been? Did you tell her you liked her?" You were referring to Eddie's crush. She had been spoken about, but Eddie had refused to tell anyone what her name was, which sucked. It'd be better to know which girl to be jealous of, instead of having to make wild guesses.

"What? No way! I'll tell her when Richie stops joking about my mom." Eddie decided.

"Eddie! Richie will never stop! Come on, you know I won't tell anyone!" You said, hands clasped together. Eddie laughed.

"Alright. I'll tell her to meet you in the bathrooms after third."

"Yes! God, Eddie, finally! If it's Gretta, I'm warning you, I may cry. You know, out of actual pain for you." Eddie laughed again, and your heart soared.

"No, no. I have better taste than that. Way better taste."

"I'm going to fucking kill Eddie." You muttered. It was five minutes into fourth, and the only person in the bathroom was yourself. The tap was dripping slowly, and you reluctantly turned it off before you went mad.

The mirror had smudges all over it, and you could see your reflection. The usual messy hair, the typical outfit, and the same old face. You frowned. What did Eddie's crush have that you didn't? If he liked a cheerleader, your name would be first on the tryouts list. If he was into some nerd, then books would fill your bedroom while he filled your heart. It was driving you insane not knowing which clique his crush fit into.

"Fucking dead." You muttered as you stalked out of the bathroom. It wasn't about being late for history and receiving an afternoon detention, it was about Eddie being a liar. Of course, you weren't mad at him. You knew that. You were mad, scathing mad at his crush.

"He's fucking dead."

"Where's (Y/n)?" Richie asked. The losers were at the bike shed, glancing around in each direction. There was no sign of their best friend.

"Oh. Shit. She might have a detention." Eddie concluded. Heads spun.

"Why?" Bill asked. He was immensely proud of being able to manage short answers without stuttering.

"I-Uh, I cant say." Eddie shifted uncomfortably.

"You can, and you fucking will." Richie demanded.

"I told," Eddie swallowed.

"I told her that my crush would meet her in the bathrooms after third and before fourth." Eddie explained. Stan rose an eyebrow.

"Is that it? Did she find out who it was?" Beverly asked eagerly.

"Um. She would have seen her, but I don't think she realised that that's my crush." Eddie chewed his bottom lip, a nervous habit he had picked up.

"If she didn't realise.. Is it Gretta or some fuck face?" Richie placed his hands on his hips, and Beverly, Stan and Ben burst out laughing. Bill sniggered, and took a mental photograph. He'd enjoy drawing that later.

"No! Ew! That's what (Y/n) said! It's not. It's someone way better. Basically a queen, no, a goddess compared to Gretta." Eddie looked happy talking about his crush, and Beverly decided that no matter who it was, she would support Eddie. Richie 'the nerd' Tozier, figured it out.

"Holy fuck! That's such a smart way of telling her who you like! God, the second I get a crush on someone I'll do that. But it's also pretty stupid. She'll be mad, Ed's, really mad." Richie clapped Eddie on the back, and he almost fell over.

"Oh!" Stan and Bill exclaimed at the same time. Bill, Eddie, Richie, Stan and (Y/n) had grown up together, and could practically read each other's minds.

"What?" Ben asked, gaze flickering between Richie and Eddie.

"Want to fill us in on your telepathic conversation?" Beverly said in amusement.

"Eddie likes (Y/n), and she would have seen her own reflection in the bathroom." Stan explained. He glanced at Eddie to double check. Eddie nodded miserably.

"She doesn't like me back, but at least she won't really know. Unless she figures it out. Holy shit, what if she figures it out?" Eddie's voice grew higher with every word he squeaked.

"She does li-like you. Like two m-months ago when you f-f-first told us you had a cr-cru-crush, she confessed to m-me. It was kind of p-pit- pitiful, watching her pine o-over someone whose as o-o-oblivious as she is." Bill snickered quietly. Eddie's head snapped upwards.

"What the fuck? Is this some kind of joke?" He looked at everyone in the small circle.

"Ew. She has terrible taste. Better make your move, Eddie, before someone else sweeps her off her feet." Richie pointed out, quite bluntly in Eddie's opinion.

"I can't. She'd never like me as much as I like her." Eddie said miserably. The Losers exchanged a glance. What a delusional fool.

"Kaspbrak! Get your puny little ass over here!" You shouted as you pedalled over to the Losers as fast as you could. Eddie pushed Stan in front of him, who grinned at you.

"Now is not the time to tell me to be a vegetarian, Stan. Eddie, I'm going to kill you! I got my first detention of the whole fucking year thanks to you!" Eddie swallowed.

"She told me she was there?" Eddie looked terrified, and you almost laughed.

"Well, she fucking wasn't." You rifled through your bag and found a wad of gum. You threw it at Eddie as hard as you could. He let out a shriek, and Richie dove for the packet on the ground.

"Wicked! It's still got four pieces! Thanks, (Y/n)!" Richie beamed.

"Oh, also. You're Eddie's crush. Get it, because you would have looked in the mirror and seen yourself. Fuck off Eddie!" Richie squealed when Eddie threw his fanny pack at the bespectacled boy. Your eyes widened comically. Stan and Bill exchanged a glance, while Beverly and Ben exchanged something similar.

"No you're not! Ew!" Eddie shrieked like a bird. Your mouth opened.

"I get you don't like me, Eddie, but that's just fucking rude." You decided. Eddie looked helplessly at Richie.

"It's fine, Ed's. She likes you too. She told me about it in maths." Richie smirked triumphantly at your face.

"Fuck off, jackass. No one was asking for your opinion." You stuck the bird up at Richie, who began chomping on YOUR gum loudly.

"Fuck you too. I just got a couple together, pull my pants down and call me Cupid." Ben snickered, and Stan high fived Richie.

"What? No, you didn't!" Eddie almost shrieked. There's not much that can be done when the pair involved are refusing point blank to believe the other likes them.

"Well, I have to go. Eddie, you're still on my hit list. Richie, you better watch your fucking back. Everyone else, have a nice night." You shouted as you pedalled away from the quarry where you had found the losers. Time to face facts. Edward Kaspbrak does not like you in any way other than a friend. Get it through your thick head.

"Eddie! The fuck was that?" Richie groaned. Eddie looked confused.

"What was what? We're just two friends, and I've hopelessly fallen for someone who doesn't like me back and that's totally cool." Even Stan could tell Eddie was going to cry.

"She does fucking like you." Stan shouted in annoyance.

"What?" Eddie whispered. Richie wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"She does like you, dip shit! Why would we lie about that? Go get your act together because I push you into the fucking water." Stan ran a hand through his hair tiredly. Eddie gulped.

"I'll do something tomorrow, I swear I will."

[thebuckybrigade]

AB Positive

It’s good PR Tony—do it for the company.

Tony stands outside the massive conference room that’s been turned into a temporary blood donation center, stomach churning.

Why don’t you do it Pep? You’re the CEO!

People inside are talking and laughing, eating snacks and having what appears to be a good time, but he can’t shake the urge to walk away and hide himself in his office.

You’re the face of the company Tony, you need to do this!

And he gets it, he really does—a few photos of him donating blood will help tremendously in the ever continual effort to make him seem less the cold hearted billionaire and more the approachable winsome Avenger good guy.

Less of a fuck up.

More...human.

The thing is…

He rubs a hand over his face and draws in a shaky breath.

The thing is, he’s scared.

He doesn’t like seeing blood—namely his own—and after having his chest cracked open in a dank cave in Afghanistan and losing more blood than he’d like in his forays as an Avenger, he’s not exactly eager to go out there and spill more.

Even if it is for a good cause.

There’s a bright laugh from inside the room and he looks in again, attention catching on a handsome man smiling at one of his employees, and Tony’s heart stutters in his chest.

Dark hair, broad shoulders, narrow waist, gorgeous smile…

Okay, so, maybe he can do this.

Sliding his rose tinted glasses on his face, he plasters on a smile and pushes the door open, smiling and waving at his employees and the blood drive staff.

He fills out the requisite paperwork, gets his blood pressure taken(110/70 take that Pepper!) and is sent off to the nearest open table—the one staffed by the hottest man Tony’s ever had the privilege of seeing with his own two eyes.

“Hi Mr. Stark, I’m Bucky and I’ll be your blood draw tech,” the man greets, offering a hand for Tony to shake.

He has a moment of hesitation and then smiles back, more genuinely than when he stepped into the room, and takes the offered hand. It’s warm and dry, calloused but still somehow soft—a contradiction that appears to be very much in step with its owner.

“Heya Bucky, nice to meet you,” he replies, aware he’s got eyes on him—the sound of more than a few shutters clicking reaching his ears.

Bucky’s smile makes soft lines appear around his eyes and mouth and Tony has to choke back a whine—why is he so pretty??? he thinks desperately, it’s not fair!

“Your paperwork says you’ve never donated before, that true?”

Tony nods and smiles uncomfortably, “It’s uh, not that I don’t think it’s important, it’s just, I don’t like…”

Bucky looks up from where he’s writing down something on a stack of paperwork and smiles knowingly, “Don’t like needles?” he guesses.

Tony could lie. He could. But something possesses him and he shakes his head, lowering his voice to respond. “No, I’ve just seen too much of my own blood coming out of my body to really enjoy the idea of donating.”

Well shit he wasn’t supposed to say that.

Bucky stares at him for a moment and then scoots closer on his stool, eyes grayish blue like a thunderstorm sky, studying him.

“You don’t have to donate if you’re not comfortable,” he tells Tony softly, “There’s no shame in that.”

Tony smiles wryly, a little sadly, “You’ve clearly never read anything the papers have to say about me.”

Bucky smirks faintly, “Nope,” he agrees succinctly, the p popping on his pretty pink lips that Tony’s definitely not staring at now.

“We can say you’ve got a fever,” he offers and something flashes through Tony, gratitude and an overwhelming sense of relief that someone gets it—but he shakes his head softly and smiles weakly at Bucky.

“No can do Buckaroo, gotta make sure the people know that Avengers can bleed too!”

There’s a look in Bucky’s eyes, not pity exactly, more sorrow than anything and Tony looks away, shy suddenly.

Why does he always do this?

Five minutes with a pretty face and he’s spilling his guts.

“Okay Mr. Stark, well then, let’s get started.”

Bucky proceeds to explain each step of the process as he goes, and Tony watches him with unabashed interest, studying the way the little pieces of hair that have fallen out of his half man bun have strayed into his face.

He looks away when the needle goes in, stomach lurching at the sensation, swallowing hard for a few moments while he squeezes the little foam duck he’s been given.

His knuckles go white with each squeeze and he closes his eyes, focusing on not throwing up as he listens to the white noise of chatter in the room. A hand brushes against his wrist, closing around it gently, thumb swiping over the heel of his hand softly and he fights a shudder.

“You’re doing great Mr. Stark, keep squeezing every three to five seconds and let me know if you think you’re gonna be sick.”

He nods minutely and lets the warmth of the hand on his wrist ground him.

“It’s Tony,” he whispers, licking his lips before opening his eyes to find Bucky staring at him. “Just Tony is fine,” he explains with a weak, hopeful smile.

Bucky smiles back, wide and easy and Tony’s traitorous heart lurches in his chest.

“Sure thing Tony.”

The thing is…

Tony is feeling...odd.

It’s a little like being drunk; he’s a slightly dizzy, a little goofy, and talking way too much.

“I mean what products do you use because your hair is seriously beautiful! It’s so shiny! And soft looking!”

Bucky smiles faintly, shaking his head at Tony, “Just regular shampoo I guess?” he replies, sounding bemused by the conversation.

Tony lifts a hand as though to touch it and Bucky leans back with a confused look, avoiding the touch.

“Regular shampoo?” Tony gasps, affronted. “But, but, it’s so pretty!” He pouts at Bucky, trying to lean forward to get his hand on it, harrumphing when Bucky pushes him back with an admonishment to sit still Tony.

“You’re like a Disney Princess!” he exclaims, giggling a little.

Bucky snorts and rolls his eyes, “Yea, okay hon, whatever you say.”

Hon...Tony likes that.

Tony whines a little and ok, so maybe he’s acting childish, but Bucky’s just so pretty, how is he supposed to behave?

“Serioulsly, no wait, serio- serioulsly, no, seriously! Ha that’s it!” he stutters, pointing a declarative finger at Bucky.

Bucky lifts a brow and smirks, “You feelin ok there Tony?” he asks, the restrained laughter in his voice very apparent.

Tony pokes his arm and— “Wow your muscles are big, like, how do you even get muscles like that? Are you related to Thor? Cuz that’s just, that’s unreal is what it is.”

Bucky blushes and shakes his head, “Just a few more minutes,” he says instead of answering Tony, standing from his stool to putter around, mostly turned away from Tony now.

Which

Unfair

Tony wants to see his pretty eyes.

And mouth

And hair

And muscles

God he’s pretty

“Thank you Tony, you’re very pretty too.”

Oh shit he said that out loud.

When he looks up Bucky is smirking, eyes twinkling as he works to remove the needle from Tony’s arm and he barely notices the slide of it out of his vein.

Bucky puts a wad of cotton on the spot and guides Tony’s other hand to press down on it, “Okay, hold that there,” he instructs before turning away from Tony again.

Tony does as he’s told and holds it till Bucky replaces it and then wraps some kind of stretchy bandage thing around his arm, nodding as Bucky tells him no heavy lifting, eat a whole meal and hydrate, and expect to be a little more tired than usual. Take the bandage off after four hours and you’re good to go.

Tony nods and scooches to the edge of the cot he’s been laying on, head light as a helium balloon and then—

Promptly collapses, right into Bucky’s arms.

He grins crazily, clinging to broad muscular shoulders, “Ha, well what do you know, I’m really falling for you,” he jokes as Bucky blushes and hauls him upright.

A strong—oh god he’s so strong—arm winds around his waist, guiding him over to the chairs and snacks. He collapses gratefully into the chair and smiles dizzily as Bucky brings him an orange juice and a Nutty Buddy.

“Nutty Buddy! Oh man I haven’t had one of these since I was a kid!”

Bucky grins, “So like a week ago?” he teases, cracking open the orange juice for Tony when he struggles with it.

“Oh, oh I like you,” Tony snickers, “you come here often?”

Bucky shakes his head and smirks, “Your jokes suck sweetheart.”

Sweetheart

Tony’s brain flatlines for a minute as he imagines Bucky whispering that in his ear while he’s buried so deep in Tony that he can feel him in his chest and hnnngggg….

His body doesn’t have enough blood to respond properly to that thought, but his cock makes a valiant effort anyways.

“You suck,” he retorts, “you’re a sucky...you’re a vampire!” he exclaims, pointing a finger at Bucky as the other man laughs and shakes his head. “You are! You suck blood! I bet you’re good at sucking—”

Bucky flushes and reaches out to shove a bite of Nutty Buddy into Tony’s mouth, shaking his head as he does. “And you’re a menace sweetheart,” he murmurs softly, “now eat and drink and be quiet.”

Tony thrills a little at the softly spoken order and nods, eating his snack and drinking his juice till they’re both gone. When he stands again, he sways, but stays upright.

Bucky frowns and steadies him with a hand on his elbow and glances over his shoulder, catching the eye of a petite woman with blonde hair. “Hey Kay, I’m gonna help Mr. Stark upstairs, I’ll be back.”

With her OK, Bucky guides Tony to the elevators and then upstairs to his office, his big warm hand never leaving Tony’s arm. Tony leans into him a little, enjoying the way the other man doesn’t even hesitate to take more of his weight, just slings his arm around Tony’s waist and guides him onto the couch.

Tony slumps back and watches as Bucky rifles through the mini fridge for a bottle of water and a sandwich before he comes back and sits down, staying there till Tony’s eaten every bite.

He doesn’t seem to mind Tony’s inane rambling about why he doesn’t like to see blood—dad smacked me around as a kid, open heart surgery in a cave, Avengers shit—in fact, Bucky frowns and murmurs something about wanting to punch the bastard and Tony feels a thrill of delight at the idea of Bucky’s right hook connecting with Howard’s face.

He’s sleepy by the time he finishes eating and he must look it because Bucky urges him to lie down and produces a blanket from somewhere that he uses to cover Tony, hands gentle as they brush Tony’s hair back from his brow.

“Rest sweetheart, you’ll feel better after a nap.”

Tony nods and makes a soft, muzzy noise of contentment, eyelids growing heavier as he smiles at Bucky.

“Yer so preeetttyyy,” he sighs, hand flopping as he reaches out and finally, finally touches that glorious hair.

Bucky grins softly and captures Tony’s hand, brushes a kiss over the knuckles and laughs softly, “Alright sleeping beauty, time for a nap.”

Tony wants to make a joke about Bucky being the Disney Princess and not him, but the last of his two brain cells have wandered off and his eyes slide shut as his breathing evens out.

He doesn’t hear Bucky leave.

He wakes two hours later, clearer headed and deeply embarrassed by his behavior. He whines softly and buries his face into the throw pillow he’d been drooling into before sighing heavily and rolling upright.

That’s when he spots the note on the coffee table.

It’s from Bucky.

Tony,

I hope you don’t need a kiss like Sleeping Beauty to wake up, but if you’re interested in having dinner sometime, call me.

Bucky Barnes

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We had a blood drive at work yesterday and I donated and wound up bouncing this idea around with @riotfalling until I just couldn’t let it go lol so here you go! Hope you enjoy!

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[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (02x10)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 2 Episode 10: Bloody Situation

Warnings: blood talk. The talk. No not THAT talk. But a talk nonetheless.

Word Count: It feels so good to have older cousins you can talk to about your daily struggles, your ailments, your passions and dreams. :)

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

One of the cameras tried to focus on the card castles Sam and Bucky were intensely working on in the lounge, zooming in on their sweaty foreheads while they cursed each other to their respective doom.

"Bucky," Sam artificially gasped, "Hydra men are standing behind you!" Forcing Bucky to roll his eyes as he kept his metal arm steady to put up another stack.

"At least I don't have to pretend about your side. Look outside the window, Sam," he tilted his head towards the glass wall, "your family doesn't seem that proud of you." The camera focused on a couple of pigeons and crows sitting on the roof outside, cooing at the two frenemies, as Sam's eyes moved towards the camera, already tired for the day.

The meditative silence that both these men had been working in would be broken by their friends as they passed them.

"Look, Scott," Natasha mentioned as she and Scott came back from their training, the latter clearly in a worse condition with his face flushed and sweat giving his entire shirt another shade of blue, "they're building you summer homes."

"Awh-su-hum," he wheezed, his hands on his knees, "just make sure you get the plumbing right for the bathrooms."

"Go away," Sam raised his voice, while Bucky just furrowed his assassin brows.

Just when they thought they could relax themselves, Tony and Steve walked in.

"What the-"

"Really? Is this what I pay you guys for?"

A minute or five passed by as they continue making the third floor of the castle in silence.

"You do realise it'll take a mere huff of breath from me to let all fall down," Loki called out of the initially melodic quiet, leading Sam and Bucky to throw curses at him as Peter watched in horror.

"I swear to God I'll cut your hair off if you even breathe in my direction," Sam hissed.

"Walk away, snake!" Bucky growled.

Loki sipped his piping hot tea from your mug as he basked in the curses being thrown at him, exchanging a mischievous look with the camera while Peter looked at the masterpieces in admiration.

A few minutes later the camera turned to watch you enter the space from the Dorms, your eyes carrying slight bags of sleeplessness while the air around you seemed hot and heavy.

By now, everyone had settled down around the two men to choose one side and root for a winner.

"Morning, Y/N," Rhodey chimed as he stepped out of the elevator, "got any plans for the weekend?"

"Morning, Mr Rhodey," you greeted with your cracking morning voice still trying the find your way through the sleep, "I think I'll just sleep in, thanks."

Everyone sent a greeting your way while their eyes were still stuck on the competition.

 Peter: Mr Lang, Clint and I have placed our bets on who will win. I think it'll definitely be Mr Winter Soldier Bucky with the good hair, sir. *smiles for the camera*

Scott: I'm rooting for Sam. *nods* He's intellectual, he knows how to manoeuvre through all the opponent's moves, he's...um... he's got a good pair of...eyes *nods head more furiously till he finally gives up* Bucky scares me sometimes.

Clint: I bet Scott is bettin' on Sam right now 'cuz I told him Bucky said he will squish all the ants that come his way. While he was asleep. *giggle-snorts*

Natasha: *raises her brow* Who am I rooting for? *gives her signature deadly smirk* wouldn't you like to know. *Doesn't blink till there is a rattle behind the camera and she's pressing her lips from giving away her enjoyment* It's neither of them *breaks eye contact to look at her nails*

 "Hey, Y/N," Peter chimed in excitedly, "Mr Wilson and Mr Barnes are making castles out of our Cards and Against Humanity set. Who're you betting on?"

The camera focused on your butt rising over the kitchenette slab to reach on the other side for something. Your irritated tsk displayed you didn't really find what you were looking for, only to turn around and walk towards the crowd.

"I dunno," you muttered half-heartedly, looking at anything but people's faces.

"Would you like to make card castles?" Tony asked you, receiving a judgment stare from Steve sitting next to him.

"No," you replied under your breath as you reached the space where everyone was sitting together, your brows clearly having a tense time.

"Really?" Steve commented at Tony.

"What," Tony shrugged, "can't I spend some quality time with my daughter? Right, Y/N?"

Your eyes went towards the mug in Loki's hand. He noticed the trail of your stare too. And without so much as a fuss, he handed you the mug.

"Careful, it's hot," he warned you softly, making almost all eyes turn towards him while he went back to watching the tense house-construction, taking his sweet time to notice those eyes still glued at him.

 Tony: *scrunched nose carrying a grim and confused look* I don't know. *looks at the camera* watching Loki be *raises brow* sweet just...ugh...*feels a current of disapproval go through his entire body*

 "I am going to wreck you, Buck Buck," Sam commented.

"Not before I stab your hard work with my smart work, Sammy boi," Bucky spat back.

The camera panned in on the blankness hovering over your face as you looked at the two soldiers share what they thought was good insults.

 You: *still blank* lame.

 Taking in a deep breath you made the entire lounge go silent when your hand swung back before coming to destroy the entire four floors in the air, your flat voice going, "lame." Jaws dropped down one by one while two voice went gasp from behind you; everyone trying to contemplate what happened. Everyone except Natasha and Loki.

 Natasha: *looking at the camera with the same look except for this time with a smirk* *raises a hand to show the wad of twenty-dollar bills that fans her face*

 "Give me one good reason I shouldn't break your phone right now," Sam's low voice was the first thing to break the intense current inside the air.

"Because you are a p-"

"OKAY!", "All RIGHT!" and "Holy sh-" broke the lounge before you could complete the sentence as Bucky and Sam tried to let your words seep into their skulls.

All this time Natasha and Loki were having a gala time while Peter was looking at them with an unadulterated mix of surprise and horror and Scott was just plain confused.

 Bucky: *trying to reduce the blood flow in his cheeks*

Peter: *spreads his arms in a questioning gesture* Where do they get that kind of confidence?

Scott: Why did everyone jump up? All she was going to say was 'Because you are a pure heart'. Damn! *scoffs* *looks at the person behind the camera* ...What.

*Scott and Peter turn to look at Bucky for answers*

Bucky: *still trying to reduce the blood flow in his cheeks*

 "Y/N! What the hell?" Tony's voice sloped down as he looked at you with a hint of shock in his eyes.

Your barren features took a one-eighty and your eyes went at the scattered cards lying across the table and floor. "I...I..."

"It took us four hour-"

"I'm sorry okay!" you shouted, putting the cup between already awaiting palms of the God and run back to your room, your eyes glistening just the right amount for the camera to catch it.

 Ten Minutes Later

"What the hell just happened?!"

Sam looked at Tony while Bucky watched the cards with the hope of watching them resurrect themselves again.

"What do you mean what the hell happened?" Loki chimed as he sat down beside Scott, giving an already befuddled Stark another layer of perplexity, turning to anyone who would back him up on this.

"Oh, I am with Loki on this one," Natasha raised her shoulders and crossed her arms, giving Tony a mini heart-attack while everyone in the room watched on.

 Tony: When Nat sides with someone in the room you should know that she has recognised that said person has the balls to stand up enough for her to have an opinion about them. *sighs* I cannot believe I get to see Loki be that guy. *falls silent to contemplate as he becomes a lump in his chair* What, is Clint on a sabbatical or something?

 Steve: What the hell kind of team-up is this? *scoffs* *expressions go blank* wait a minute. *American resolve glistening over his face* Did Loki brainwash her?

 Loki: *eyerolls* *sighs with hands crossed over his chest* *looks deadpan into the camera* No wonder he is still a virgin.

 "Okay," Tony broke the eerie silence- that was judging both Loki and Natasha- with his index finger standing in the air, "I get the game was the worst past time these two could think of but do not tell me you have some absurd explanation for Y/N's behaviour!"

"It's not that absurd, really," both chimed in.

"I mean," Loki shrugged most casually, "isn't it obvious?"

"What is obvious here?"

Natasha tsked and rolled her eyes at Tony, offending him quite visibly.

"By the Norns," Loki raised his voice just a smidge, "she is bleeding her innards out, Stark. She is undergoing her monthly bodily changes."

The camera swivelled through the silence towards the kitchenette, where Pietro stood half shocked with marshmallows falling out of his already stuffed mouth.

 Pietro: I did not see that coming *eyes wide with shock*

 "She is menstru-"

"All right!," Tony cut him in the middle, growing uncomfortable with where the conversation was going, "Okay! Enough! I get it! She's ...she...she's got stuff going."

"Menstruating," Nat and Loki synchronised again much to Tony's discomfort.

 Tony: *rubbing his palms all over his face, trying to get rid of the embarrassment* uuuugghhhhh!!!!! *removes hands and sighs* This is disgusting *shakes head* Loki and Nat agreeing? *feels a jolt of displeasure go down him, forcing him to wiggle where he sits* ugh! *nearly sobs* I'm gonna get sick.

 Scott: Ohhhhhh!!! So that's why! For a second I thought she was possessed by my teenage self or something. Phew! Thank God for that.

 "What," Loki looked Tony dead in the eye, breaking the creepy silence in the lounge, "don't look at us like that. Captain and Sergeant know it too."

Every pair of eyes and camera took a one-eighty towards the incredibly flushed faces of Steve and Bucky trying to dissolve themselves in the sofa while hiding their faces behind their palms.

"What?" Scott blurted out in the heat of the moment, "Y/N shared her PMS blues with you two? I thought I was her go-to man!"

"I'm sure you still are, Mr Lang," Peter chimed in, not able to take the hurt on Scott's soft face.

"Your super-hearing," Natasha broke the conversation with a tone of realisation, looking at the embarrassed old men, "that's how you know, don't you? No wonder you always let me choose the movies on blood nights."

"So that's why you didn't say anything to Y/N, just now! You knew!!!" Sam shouted with the comprehension. "You let me nearly throw hands at her, you dumb racoon!"

Bucky slipped further into the sofa while Steve tried to come up with words of reasons but clearly fell short.

 Natasha: I always knew something was up with these two. *camera pans in on her face* I waited for my cycle last month just so I could get these two morons to pay for Clint and my pizza night dinner. *smirks**turns to her side* Oh come on! *nudges the person sitting beside her* get over it already.

*camera pans out to show Clint's horrified eyes looking into oblivion*

Clint: I just want bleach from my mind the fact that that horned God knows too much. *utter disgust shining on his face* way too much.

Nat: *turns to the camera* *sighs* *camera zooms in on her* Men.

 One Hour Later

"Yeah," Sam muttered as he mixed the contents of his coffee. "I get we screwed that one, but I still cannot wrap my head around what you two have been keeping to yourselves this whole time."

The camera turned towards the duo of Steve and Bucky sighing and looking up at Sam from the lounge, tired and wanting the conversation to stop.

"Jesus, Sam," Bucky spewed, the irritation concentrating between his brows, "it's not like we asked for it, okay."

"So you guys what," Scott interrupted with a curious whisper, "hear all that...that blood thing in the uteruses shed or something?"

"It's like-"

"Like any muscle inside the body sounds to us," Bucky broke through Steve's narrative, the camera following his eyes, which were following your movement as you walked to the elevator, got in and went to the rooftop, letting him breathe while Peter and Scott looked at each other and the camera with judgmental stares for Bucky.

 Bucky: It's like hearing an animal devour another animal.

Steve: Like a dragon roaring really low. The most dangerous kind.

Bucky: Play that sound to yourself in the middle of the night while you go for a glass of water and find a woman sitting in the dark in front of a television that isn't turned on. *camera pans in* You won't be able to sleep for two weeks.

Steve: *looks at some invisible void with mild horror* *whispers to Bucky* Natasha?

Bucky: *shakes head* Wanda.

Steve: *surprised* Oh! *gently pats Bucky's back*

Bucky: *nearly whimpers as he speaks in squeaks* Her eyes glowed! Her eyes!

 Rooftop

"Go away, Javier," you declared with not much strength as Javier seemingly came up and out over the stunning rooftop that housed a garden, a pool and even a bar. You sat over the grass with your back to the camera and the sun, your head resting over your arms locked upon your folded legs.

"Listen to her. It's more entertaining downstairs, anyway."

The voice came from behind the camera, making it turn to find itself staring right into Loki's chest.

Loki walked towards where you were, your head still low, and sat down beside you turning once to check whether Javier had left. Clearly, he didn't catch the camera recording from behind the bar a few feet away from where you had planted yourself.

"Here," Loki took something right out of the air.

You picked up your head quite unwillingly and stopped short at the sight of the glistening wrapper in his hand.

"That's...that's...where did you get this?"

"Peter and Natasha told me that chocolates make it easier for some people," he answered, raising his hand for you to take it. Which you did.

That isn't some ordinary chocolate that Loki gave me today.

You looked at the God, who busied himself into looking at the horizon in front of the two of you.

 You: That was...is my favourite chocolate. No one could've just known that. Especially not Loki.

 You tore open the wrapper and broke the bar into two, giving one to Loki.

"Oh, I don't-"

"Try it," you didn't budge, "you'll like it."

Loki scoffed, about to say something when his eyes met yours, forcing the camera to zoom in more to bring your faces in the frame, watching Loki observe the certainty in your eyes before taking his share.

"Cheers," you softly declared, hitting your piece with his and biting into the softness. Loki imitated you, slowly chewing his share with pure judgment before his brows released the doubts, his pupils dilated enough for the camera and his body relaxed.

 Loki: She knows some decent sweet snacks. I'm surprised how is Clint still sour after living in her company for so many days?

*another voice* It's the coffee he drinks.

*camera pans out to reveal Natasha opening another one of your favourite chocolates to share with Loki*

 The Lounge

The elevator dinged and everyone watched in mild amazement when you came out giggling at something Loki said.

"Oh my God!" you announced with wide eyes as you crossed the space to go sit down beside a very flustered Sam. "You two can hear my insides dying! How cool is that?!"

Steve looked at you with pure blankness over his face before his eyes wandered towards the camera. "There's...nothing cool about it, really," he muttered, barely audible.

The frame caught you shifting towards Sam, who sat upright the moment he felt the centre of your attention.

"Hey, I'm sorry for ruining your game," you apologised, biting your lip, trying to sound as sincere as you possibly could.

"No problem," Sam stressed with periodic nods, "i-is there anything you want? Anything I can get you?"

"Oh, um...no I'm cool. Just in need of a hug that isn't warm and sweaty. N-No offence!"

"None taken."

Scott didn't even turn while he looked at you with his signature grandmother smile. "Hey, Loki," he shouted, "Y/N needs a hug from you."

Loki hadn't even breathed in when Tony stomped into the lounge.

"No one's hugging her," he declared, becoming the first witness to watch your face lose a shade of its shine as your smile slowly faded away.

"I didn't mean tha-hold on jus-PETER GET THAT THING IN ALREADY!"

Everyone looked at the direction of the corridor from where Tony had just come in to see something giant enter the room.

All air left your lungs while curses filled the air from every single person sitting in there.

"HOLY SHIT," you seemed to have lost your voice, "IT'S BAYMAX!"

Peter peaked from behind the positively bloated robot.

"It fisted me!"

"What?" you, Tony, Scott and Sam broke the party to look at Peter in horror.

"Yeah, we fist-bumped each other and I even taught him a new handshake!"

No room had breathed a sigh of relief like these guys did while Steve and Bucky looked at them in diluted confusion.

"You better not be pulling that Christmas, Tony."

Pepper entered from behind Peter, walking towards you to give you a hug.

"How's little Morgan doing?" you cooed at her belly which had swollen more than the last time when everyone had seen her on the wedding night.

"She is doing well and now I can feel her excitement too. I felt a kick last night."

"Okay now take your Baymax and hug the hell out of it," Tony announced, gesturing you towards the cute wellness robot, breaking Pepper away from you to give her a kiss and get her to ‘sit down already’, only getting a ‘did you just order me?’.

 Later That Day

The camera caught puffs of smoke coming from the corridor of the dorms till it caught Scott burning some kind of incense.

 Scott: It's lavender. It'll help keep Y/N's nerves calm. The kid has already gone through so much. Though it's nothing I thought she at least deserves a frustration-free period.

 Clint and Pietro were coming back from a sparring session covered in sweat, making jokes at each other.

"Good work on the footwork today kid. I told you using your brain instead of just your feet will work wonders for ya," Clint gesticulated with a light laugh.

"Ha ha," Pietro mocked him. "Shut up, old man."

Pietro playfully punched Clint's arm as they were walking the length of the corridor before stopping at the sound coming from the room nearest to them.

"Hey!....stop it........hurt.......shit..........no!"

"That's Y/N's room," Pietro whispered cautiously to Clint, who took a step towards the door with a nod.

"Is she okay?"

Clint shushed Pietro.

"Loki! Stop! I'm gonna die!"

"Mother-" Clint clicked opened a door and paraded in with Pietro right on his heels.

The camera caught a very baffled Loki and you staring at the visitors while your hands hung in the air. Holding gaming controls. The game on the screen opposite you still going on.

Loki's hands went down but not before he paused the game. His green eyes were looking directly at Clint.

"Don't you ever get tired of doing this, Barton?" his silky voice questioned Clint's sanity.

"One of these days I will have a reason to break the door and break your nose, snake," Clint said after a long pause of contemplation.

You and Pietro exchanged a confused look and a shrug.

"Um....what is going on?" you finally spoke.

"Nothing," Loki didn't bat his eyes away from the archer, "just the Hawkeye's very very bad luck of being at the right place at the wrong time."

He finished with a killer smile.

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Viral Wisdom

Summary: When Peter’s dentist decides the kid’s impacted wisdom teeth need to go, Tony offers to have the surgery done at the compound. Honestly, Peter is looking forward to it. After all, he’s seen the viral videos—he’s pretty sure he knows what to expect.

What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 2700

Genre: Hurt/comfort, whump, minor surgery, fluff

A/N: Thanks to @sallyidss and @xxx-cat-xxx for beta reading!

Link to read on Ao3

“You’ve gotta video it, Mr. Stark,” Peter says between bites of the pizza he’s currently wolfing down as part of what he and Tony have jokingly dubbed ‘The Last Supper’. The kid will be getting all four of his wisdom teeth removed at eight o’clock sharp the next morning, and being a teenage boy with an absurdly fast enhanced metabolism means Peter has decided the twelve-hour mandatory fasting period before surgery will be the worst part of the whole procedure.

Tony raises his eyebrows in mock offense. “Oh I’ve gotta, do I?”

Peter grins. “Yup,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “It’s gonna be awesome. Ned’s cousin got hers out last December, and when she woke up she was so high from the anesthesia that she started accusing the dentist of stealing her teeth and selling them to the tooth fairy on the black market.” He sticks the last bite of his pizza slice in his mouth. “Her mom filmed it and the video went like, viral.”

“You know,” Tony remarks. “Hate to burst your bubble, kid, but I got my wisdom teeth out during my senior year at MIT and I don’t remember anything like this happening. Just a lot of eating applesauce and mashed potatoes while resembling Alvin the Chipmunk.”

“No, no it’s a thing,” Peter insists. “These videos are like, everywhere. I saw this one where this lady woke up and forgot she was married but suddenly noticed her wedding ring and started freaking out, thinking her husband had just proposed. But they had been married already for like, three years.”

Shaking his head, Tony huffs. “You are literally a superhero with a secret identity and you think it’s a good idea to get wildly high on medication and then have me film whatever crap comes out of your mouth so you can post it on, what, Facebook?”

“Ha, Facebook,” Peter snorts as he reaches for another slice. “Good one, Mr. Stark. No one uses Facebook anymore.”

X

The next morning, Peter’s not looking quite as excited as he was the previous night. He sits beside Tony in a plastic chair just inside the compound’s Medbay, anxiously texting back and forth with Ned as they wait for the SHIELD appointed oral surgeon and his assistant to finish prepping the procedure room.

When Peter’s dentist decided several weeks back that the impacted teeth had to go, Tony and May agreed it would have to be done at the compound. Peter’s enhanced physiology means that the dosage of anesthesia required to put him out could also take down a moderately-sized elephant. HIPAA protection or not, Tony would rather not have any raised eyebrows from standard medical professionals.

“You hanging in there?” Tony asks casually. The kid’s foot hasn’t stopped tapping once since they sat down and he’s wondering if Peter’s beginning to regret telling May he’d be fine doing this solo while she’s at work. “Ready to make, what is it then, Vine history?”

That remark elicits a short laugh from Peter. “Vine’s dead, Mr. Stark,” he informs. “It was the true tragedy of this generation.”

Tony sighs, exasperated. “Is it YouTube then? Reddit?”

Peter just shrugs. “Something like that.” His gaze lowers back to his lap and he fires off another text to Ned.

FRIDAY’s voice comes over the speakers, so sudden that it startles the kid and nearly causes him to drop the phone: “Dr. Jacobson is ready for you now, Peter.”

“Oh. Already? Wow, okay,” Peter babbles. “Not even 8:00 yet, no need to rush...” he complains as he pockets the phone.

Tony checks his watch. “It’s 7:58, kid,” he scoffs, getting to his feet. “Perks of being the only patient in the building.”

After a second’s hesitation, Peter stands as well and Tony frowns at the shakiness he observes. “You good?” he checks, lightly gripping the kid’s elbow just in case he decides to channel his inner Victorian lady. “I know your blood sugar’s gotta be low, but I promise, as soon as this is over, it’s all the ice cream and pudding you want.”

“Oh, yeah, that’ll be good,” Peter says half-heartedly.

Tony gives his back a little prod to encourage him toward the door. “C’mon kid. Let’s get a move on. Upward and onward and all that jazz...”

Swallowing hard, Peter begins shuffling forward with Tony guiding him along. “So, I’ve never, um, actually had anesthesia before,” he admits. “And, like, what if something… goes wrong?"

Tony softens, for the first time seeing the actual fear lurking beneath Peter’s façade. “Don’t worry—these guys know what they’re doing,” he assures, giving the kid’s shoulder a squeeze. “You’re gonna be fine.”

Lips pursed, Peter nods a few times. “Yeah. Yeah of course. Okay. I guess I’ll just, go on back there and, uh...“

“Do you want me to stay until they put you under?” Tony offers.

A look of relief instantly washes over Peter and he nods vigorously before stopping to quickly add in a tone of forced nonchalance, “But like, only if you don’t mind.”

Tony chuckles. “I think I can swing it.”

X

The IV placement is a little rough. Peter’s never been a fan of needles, but Tony distracts him by telling him to close his eyes and recite the second row of the periodic table. Once the saline is flowing, the assistant places an oxygen cannula under his nose.

Peter glances up at the dentist. “So, have you ever had someone say something, like, really inappropriate when they wake up?” he asks.

Jacobson chuckles drily. “Oh yes. I actually have a very amusing anecdote about that.”

Both Tony and Peter look at him expectantly, but the doctor just continues preparing his instruments.

“So, uh, what happened?” Peter asks finally.

Jacobson’s eyes narrow. “That is confidential information.”

Peter blinks at him. “Oh. Uh, of course.”

While the surgeon moves over to grab something from the counter, the assistant—a woman probably in her early thirties whose name badge reads ‘Megan’—gives a small laugh. “Don’t worry,” she says. “It can’t make you say anything you weren’t already thinking on some level.”

Peter gulps. “Great.” Turning to Tony, he says, “Uh, you know, on second thought, maybe we don’t need this on video…”

Tony huffs out a laugh. “Oh no, no take backs. In about an hour, you’ll be trending on Twitter. Or wherever the hell this is going.”

Before Peter can say anything, Megan gives a warning of, “Alright, here we go.” Then she injects the anesthesia into the IV port.

The effect is nearly instantaneous. “Whoa…” Peter mutters, shooting his mentor a nervous look. “Feels… weird.”

“You’re fine, Pete,” Tony promises. “I’ll be waiting right outside until you wake up.”

“Yeah…” he breathes out, eyelids drooping. “And ’s’goin’ on Instagram, Mr. Stark…”

A few moments later, the kid is out.

X

“Boss, the surgery is complete,” FRIDAY’s voice comes over the speakers in the waiting area. “The extractions went well. Peter has just regained consciousness and has been transferred to the recovery area.”

“Thanks, FRI.” Getting to his feet from the plastic chair, Tony closes out of the Minesweeper app on his phone and opens the camera one instead. “Guess it’s showtime…”

Already filming, Tony pushes open the door and makes his way back to the small room off to the side of the procedure area. Peter is sitting propped up on a cot as Megan drapes a blanket over him. Tightly rolled wads of cotton are sticking out of his mouth and his eyes are droopy and unfocused.

The assistant gives Tony a small smile. “He did great,” she assures in a quiet voice. “We’ll be right in the other room cleaning up if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” Tony tells her before turning his attention back to Peter and pulling up one of the stools to sit on. “Hey kid,” he greets. “How’s life with four gaping holes in your face?”

“Uhhh… M’s’r St’rk?” Peter manages to mumble, blinking a few times.

“The one and only,” Tony replies, his camera still trained on the kid. “Any dental conspiracy theories you wanna share with the audience? Declarations of affection you care to make?”

Peter’s face screws up into a weak sort of frown. “Wha…?”

Tony shakes his head slowly, chuckling to himself. “See, what’d I tell you, kid? Anesthesia just isn’t that exciting.”

“Uhhgg…” Peter groans, blinking again. The kid’s expression of utter confusion coupled with his already swelling cheeks is honestly adorable. “I-I don’t… I feel weird, I…”

Smirking, Tony focuses the camera a little closer on Peter’s face, ready to film whatever drug-induced ramblings pour forth from the kid’s lips.

But then all of a sudden, he’s watching tears well up in Peter’s eyes.

Tony’s grin falters. “Pete?”

“Oh god…” Peter draws in a shuddering breath, which comes back out in a choked sob. “I-I didn’... I can’t… I don’ like this...”

All traces of humor immediately dissolve from Tony. “Whoa, hey, you’re alright,” he says. As Peter continues to cry, Tony turns off the camera and shoves the phone back into his jacket pocket. Scooting closer to the bed, he takes the kid’s hand. “You’re fine, you’re okay.”

“I-I don’ feel... I, uh...” Peter chokes out between sobs. A bloody wad of cotton falls out of his mouth, which only causes him to cry harder. “Wh-Why ’m I bleedin’?” he cries.

“You just had a few teeth out, no biggie,” Tony assures. He grabs a fresh cotton roll from the table and sticks it in the kid’s mouth. “You’re fine, bud, I promise.”

Still crying, Peter manages to spit out, “Am I... is this… real?”

Tony’s heart clenches, going back to Titan, back to Peter being trapped for five years in some kind of altered state of consciousness. He’s kicking himself for not having realized sooner that something like this might freak him out.

“Ah, kid…” Tony sighs. “Yes, this is real. You’re real. You’re right here with me,” he promises, rubbing his hand up and down over the kid’s arm.

Suddenly Peter’s breath hitches in his throat. “‘m gonna throw up,” he chokes out.

The warning is immediately followed by an unproductive gag. Tony mutters a curse, jumping up and grabbing a plastic emesis basin from the counter. He barely manages to get it under Peter’s chin before the kid makes good on his threat.

“Hey, hey, easy, easy...” Tony says, switching to hold the bin with one hand and place the other on Peter’s back. He winces in sympathy at the bloody cotton and red-tinged strings of bile Peter is spitting out between sobs; he can only imagine how much that has to hurt. “FRIDAY, can you get the doc back in here?” he asks in a low voice.

Pulling in a shuddering breath, Peter glances up from the basin, eyes wide and fearful. “I th-threw up b-blood,” he whimpers, horrified. “...’m I dyin’?”

Aw fuck. “No, no of course not. It’s just from your mouth,” Tony explains, much more calmly than he feels.

The door reopens and Megan is the first to enter. She gives Peter a sympathetic smile as she steps into the room. The surgeon appears a few steps behind, looking totally unfazed by the teary, vomiting teen in the chair before him.

“Ah,” he says with a nod. His tone is factual, though not unkind. “We have a crier.”

“This just happens sometimes, nothing to worry about,” Megan quickly assures. She takes the bin from Tony and hands him an empty one before carefully wiping the tears and vomit off Peter’s face with a paper towel. “Anesthesia can have all kinds of different effects on people.”

Jacobson hums in agreement as he checks Peter’s mouth to ensure his stitches are still holding before giving him fresh gauze to stem the bleeding. The tears have stopped now and embarrassment seems to be rapidly replacing fear as the kid’s primary emotion. Unsure of what else to do, Tony just continues rubbing Peter’s back.

“Everything looks fine,” Jacobson concludes after a moment of looking him over. “You can take him back upstairs now. He’ll probably feel calmer once he’s in a familiar setting.”

Tony doesn’t need to be told twice. “Sounds good,” he says, grabbing the paper Megan hands him with the discharge instructions as he helps Peter to his feet. “Alright bud,” he says quietly. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

X

After getting Peter situated on the couch in the common area, Tony heads to the kitchen and returns with a tray of soft food selections to offer the kid.

“What are you feeling?” he asks, pointing to each food in turn. “Yogurt? Ice cream? Applesauce? Pudding?”

Peter blinks twice at him. “...Butterscotch puddin’?” he asks hopefully.

Tony scoffs. “No, because I’m not eighty. I’ve got chocolate or vanilla.”

“Oh.” Peter’s face falls. “Don’ want anythin’ then…”

“Nope, not an option,” Tony declares. “You have to take your super spidey-kid painkillers soon and I don’t want them to make you sick.”

“But I ‘ready got sick…” Peter moans.

“And it wasn’t fun, was it?” Tony reasons. “Which is why we’re trying to avoid that.”

“But ‘m not hungry…” Peter whines, turning his head away from his mentor to face the cushion, causing the ice pack to side down from his cheek. “Jus’ wanna sleep…”

Tony peels the lid off one of the vanilla pudding cups and scoops up a spoonful. “C’mon, Pete.” He says, holding it in front of the kid’s closed mouth. “You’re not gonna make me do the airplane thing, are you? Because I will definitely be filming that.”

“Uhhh… no...” Peter groans, finally taking the spoon from him. “No more internet…”

X

It’s been several hours now since Tony managed to bully the kid into choking down enough pudding to take his meds before letting him fall asleep. Aside from the obvious swelling, Peter’s looking far better for having had the nap.

“How are you feeling now?” Tony asks, handing Peter a fresh ice pack.

Peter accepts it from him and presses it to his comically large cheek. “Mortified,” he mumbles. “This is so not going on Instagram…”

Tony huffs out a laugh. “I don’t know, maybe it should. Like a PSA of sorts for all the kids out there looking to be the next viral sensation.”

“Wonderful,” Peter mutters, rolling his eyes.

Tony pats him on the shoulder. “You know, while you were out, I was looking up some of those videos you mentioned. I see the attraction. Did you watch the one where the black med student called pickled eggs a ‘hood snack’?”

Peter nods.

“Or the red-haired teenager who woke up thinking he was a gangster in Dubai?” Tony goes on.

“Classic,” Peter mutters.

“Or the girl who wanted to go swimming in the painting on the office wall so she could see the fishes?”

Peter waves a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah…”

“I’m telling you kid, I think there’s a market here…”

X

It’s two days later that Tony finally breaks down and shows the kid the video Rhodey took of him back in ‘87, burned directly off the VHS into FRIDAY’s archives:

A teenage Tony Stark sits on the floor of his dorm room, slumped against a twin-sized mattress. His cheeks are swollen to twice their usual size and drool is running down his chin onto the graph paper notebook he’s scribbling feverishly into.

“Tony, you gotta eat something so you can take your meds, dude,” Rhodey’s voice comes over the recording from off-screen.

“Go ‘way…” Tony groans, waving him off irritably. “‘m busy solvin’ th’… prob’em…”

Rhodey breathes out a heavy sigh. “Okay, for the last time, you can’t ‘solve’ the second law of thermodynamics.” He pauses for a beat. “Especially with a purple crayon.”

Tony looks up at him, eyes unfocused, and gives an almost evil grin. “Maybe you can’t but… I’m… ‘m’ really smart…” He blinks twice, then giggles. “m’ Tony Fuckin’ Stark…”

“Yeah, yeah, and Tony Fucking Stark needs to take his meds...” Rhodey mutters. “So what’s it gonna be, dude? Yogurt or applesauce?”

Tony’s face screws up in apparent thought before he mumbles, “A cheese’urger,” he decides. “Then I solve… gravity.”

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Requested: Yes.  Word Count: 3.4k words. Authors Note: Loved writing this even though it took me so long! Requests are always open and I’m down to write anything, just make sure you check my rules beforehand. Feedback is appreciated! Also credit to @impracticallyperfect for helping me with certain scenes! Please go and check out her work, some of the best smut I’ve written and sadly it doesn’t go in the tags. 

Too many drinks had led to this, your hand in John Shelby’s as he dragged you through the endless crowds of random people who had turned up to Tommy and Grace’s wedding party. You giggled as you bashed into people, barely having the time to apologise before you were bumping into the next person, wasted champagne drenching the floor due to yours and John’s rushed running.

“It’s not even midnight yet, we could have walked,” you jokingly said, shoving John against the wall in the hallway, thankful that everyone was too concerned with drinking until they couldn’t walk and finding out gossip that involved the Shelby’s. “Why did you bring me out here anyway?”

John shrugged as he leaned down to grab his cigarettes from his trouser pockets, kindly offering you one as he pushed you back and away from his chest. “Just wanted to get to know Grace’s mysterious cousin a little bit better.”

“And you couldn’t have done that in there?” You asked, referring to the main room which was decked out with people, decorations and loud music. You had to shout to get John’s attention when you first made conversation, eye-contact across the room not doing enough to satisfy your desire for the man you had only met and seen from across the church and dinner table.

John smirked as he handed the matches to you, his skin brushing against yours intentionally to get you going - which of course, it did. “Too many people, too loud and frankly, I wanted to see that pretty face of yours in a better light.”

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Shelby?”

“Yes, have you got a problem with that because I can stop? I mean, there’s plenty of other girls in there that have been eyeing me up all night and I’m more than - “ John began to move away as he spoke but your small hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling him back with all your strength had him smirking. “That’s what I thought, darling.”

You went to speak but you found yourself tongue-tied so instead, you moved so you were stood next to him, your back pressed against the wallpaper that Grace had picked out when she and Tommy first moved into the manor. The two of you continued to smoke, no words being spoken as you soundlessly enjoyed the company of each other. You spotted John flick his eyes over to you every now and again, the smirk remaining on his face as he looked you up and down, annoyed with Grace for keeping such a beauty away from England.

“Should have come over sooner, would have been more than welcome to come and bunk up with me,” John said as he began to walk off, wandering over to a vacant room that was further down the hallway.

You stayed a few feet behind as you replied back to him. “If I knew my cousin’s husband to be had such a good-looking brother then I would’ve been on that boat before you could say Birmingham.”

John paused in the hallway and flicked his cigarette out of an open-window before taking your cigarette and doing the same. “Are you flirting with me, Miss. Burgess?”

“Is that a problem? I mean, there’s plenty of men in there that will be more than willing - “

“Shut up,” John laughed with a playful roll of his eyes as he moved towards you and grabbed your waist, entertained by the easy flow of banter that the two of you shared naturally. “You’re all mine tonight, nobody else's.”

“Who said that?”

Grabbing your wrist with his much larger hand, John held your hand up in the air so he had easy access to your palm. His finger stroked your skin slowly, the action making you smile widely as you tried not to burst into laughter at the handsome boy's unorthodox behaviour.

“The line here says that you are going to get fucked tonight,” he finally replied with so much calmness that it shocked you slightly. One of his eyebrows arched as he looked down at you, your hand still being held by his in the air as he waited for your response. For a second, he believed that he had rushed you but your shocked expression was soon replaced with one full of passion and desire, John’s nonchalance and confidence nothing but a turn-on in your eyes.

One-night stands had never been your thing but when someone as handsome and charming as John wanted you, you were never going to deny your feelings. You fully understood that you might not see John again, your trip in England coming to an end now that the wedding had happened so maybe fucking John would be your last memory of England. Every time you thought of the country, John would be your main thought, the man forever with you.

“John, Tommy wants you,” A voice called from down the hallway, a bang following their words. With anger visible on his face, John turned to look at Arthur who was staggering about, a sympathetic expression etched onto his face when he realised that he had interrupted John and his new lady friend. “I didn’t mean to interrupt but it’s important, Tommy needs you now.”

“Tell Tommy to fuck off,” John shouted back, pushing you away gently and walking towards Arthur despite his words, never one to actually rebel against his brother. “What the fuck does he want?”

Arthur shrugged before turning to look at you, his mouth turning into an ‘o’ shape at the realisation of who you were. “Is another Burgess being added to our family?”

“It’s not like that, Arthur. We were just talking,” John tried to defend, somewhat embarrassed that he had almost been caught acting like a love-sick child in front of his older brother. “Where is he?”

“Main office talking to some of the other lads, business matters.” Arthur whispered the last words as you stepped closer to the brothers, not bothering to listen in on the conversation as you smiled sweetly at John and then at Arthur. “Do you plan on getting with our John?” Arthur asked with a chuckle, shutting up when John angrily poked him in the ribs and cursed under his breath. “Alright, sorry. Right, I need to go and sober up a little bit. See you both later.”

Both you and John watched as Arthur sauntered off, giggling to himself as he thought about something that had happened the previous week yet also terrified of what his wife's reaction would be when she finally caught up with him and saw the glare in his eyes that only came out when he had downed a bottle of alcohol.

“I’m sorry about that,” John mumbled as he anxiously played with his hands, frustrated that his time with you had been cut short. “I’ll have to go and deal with this business before anything else - “

“Don’t worry about it,” you interrupted, placing your hand on John’s arm. “I’ll come and find you later.”

John was a devil, with an angel's face, and a personality that even a genius couldn’t work out but beneath it all, there was boyish boy who still lived in his teenage years that had been cut short by the War and the death of his mother. The small smile that crept onto his face at your words confirmed what you had believed when you first saw him, that under the hard gangster persona, the high-priced suits and cologne, there was a normal man infatuated with a woman he had just met. Cockiness and arrogance disappeared for a few seconds as he smiled down at you and gently tapped your cheek before walking away and leaving you stood alone in the hallway, mind racing with thoughts and dreams about what John would do to you when you were finally alone.

It was a couple of hours later when you finally bumped into John again. All of the ladies that had been invited to the wedding ceremony were spread around inside the house, dancing and chatting with each other, all of them congratulating Grace on finally becoming Shelby despite the disruptions at the start of the strained relationship.

The smell of smoke and booze soon became too much along with your desire for John. You had heard whispers from others about what was occurring outside, the set of rules that Tommy had placed at the start of the evening disappearing when he realised that he needed a distraction. You had a good idea as to where John could be and without thinking, you slipped away from Grace’s side and made your way through the house until you reached the doors that led to gardens that were perfectly kept.

It took you awhile to realise it was John but then you noticed the familiar smirk on the man’s face, the same smirk that had you smiling like a lovestruck teenager over dinner. With his suspenders hanging down and a look of evil in his eyes, you had never felt more attracted to anybody in your life. There was something dangerous about him that brought you in further, desperate to have a taste of the infamous boy even if it was for one night and one night only.

In a crowd of men, you looked out of place as you watched on with a cigarette hanging from your lips, wincing a few times when John managed to get the other man to the ground and kick him in the ribs a few times. His eyes were on you whenever he got a quick moment to look away, his confidence at an all-time high when you arched one eyebrow and smiled seductively.

John didn’t stick around long enough to have a rematch as he made his way over to you with his white button-up in one hand and a wad of cash in the other. The poor man who had been on the receiving end of John’s fists stayed on the floor as he spat out blood, unimpressed with being defeated by a Shelby and in pain but you felt no sympathy towards him, he knew what he was getting himself into when he stood up and announced that he would be the one to take on John Shelby.

“I know somewhere we can go,” John mumbled, his hand pressed against your lower back as he pushed you through the crowd of men who were eager to see the next fight take place. Sensing that you were about to question his activities, John spoke as soon as you opened your mouth. “Less you know the better, alright?”

You nodded your head, not daring to question anything that went on within the Shelby business and certainly not this. It was clear that something was happening secretly that only the Peaky members knew about and John was right, you would feel a lot better not knowing what criminal activities were taking place on your cousin's special day.

The money that John had been holding was given to another man that you did not recognise, a few mumbled words exchanged between the two of them before you were led away again by John’s hands. You wanted to question where you were going and what you would be doing but silence seemed like the right idea and John’s skin on yours was doing nothing but make you wordless.

“Up against a wall? How classy,” you joked, wrapping your arms around the back of John’s neck and dragging him closer. “Not that I’m complaining at all.”

High on adrenaline, John wasted no time as he unpinned your hair and wrapped his fingers in the curly locks, tugging your head to the side slightly so he had access to your neck.

“Going to have you upstairs as well, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that,” he mumbled, his mouth hot on the skin of your neck as he left open mouthed kisses along your glistening skin. “Been waiting all day for this though and I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“What are you going to do?” you teased, pushing John’s head away from the crook of your neck and forcing him to look at you. “Going to fuck me up?”

“Yep, might have to redo your lipstick by the time I’ve finished with you.”

You arched your back at his words and giggled like a school girl as you responded back to his comment. “Are you sure about that?”

“Get on your knees for me, girl, and I’ll prove it to you. How does that sound?”

Nothing else needed to be said, your body already sinking to the floor as you looked up at John. The nerves in your stomach were soon replaced with lust as John unbuttoned his slacks and signalled for you to continue with the rest, his need for your mouth stronger than earlier on in the night. It had been years since he had become attached this quick and deep down, it frightened him a little, not sure if it was lust or developing feelings.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, hands returning to your hair where he tugged gently and signalled for you to hurry up.

John was warm in your mouth, heavy against your tongue as you struggled to take all of his girth. His moans sinfully sweet as he helped you move along his cock by the grip in your hair, so tight that you could feel the headache that would come with his release. You knew that you were in for an immoral night, a one night stand with a man you would most likely never see again, but you were so soaked at the thought of it that you already knew that he would make sure that no other man would ever compare to the way he felt and the way he fucked you. There was no going back from just this one taste.

The whimpers coming from John should have caused concern that you might get caught in the act, a Catholic girl on her knees for something other than prayer, but with his body and mind weakening all you cared about was bringing him to the place he desired most. His dominance changed form as he neared his end, too rough to keep his grip on your hair and his hands instead flattened against the brick wall as he thrusts his hips, your throat constricting as he forces the tip of his cock to meet your gag reflex. John allowed you to do your own thing for a couple of minutes as you struggled to recover your breath, sweet words slipping from his lips as he told you how no other woman had ever sucked his cock like you and how he already knew that he would be lost when you left for Ireland.

Your lips were darkened and red with salvia, your tongue flicking out and licking along your bottom lip in an attempt to tease John. His face was emotionless though when you looked up at him, John unimpressed with your sudden attempt at teasing him. The emotionless expression was soon replaced with pleasure though when you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, continuing a few times until he was whimpering above you, desperate you feel your warm mouth around his length. Cheeks were hallowed as you bobbed up and down without stopping, keen to get John to his peak so you could remember the taste of him in your mouth and the way he looked as he came down for his high.

“Get up,” he moaned, leaning down to grab you when your hands continued to move up and down his length, desperate to see and taste his release in your mouth. “Darling, I said get up. Don’t worry, you’ll get a taste later.”

You looked up with innocence, hand still wrapped around his cock as you made him promise. His mouth was slightly open and eyes half-closed as he nodded once before gulping and pulling you up so you were now stood.

With one swift movement, John had picked you up and was carrying you towards one of outdoor tables, your body hitting the wood with a force as he dropped you. The pain subsided as you grabbed John and finally felt his mouth on yours, his breath warm as it mingled with yours and took your breath away all over again. You tugged on his hair as you pulled him closer, the thought of being caught no longer in your mind as you focused on John and not the fact that you wouldn’t be able to do this again.

His hands gripped your thighs as he dragged you back against the wood, your legs around his waist and your back pressed against the wooden table. Touches up your thighs had you mewling for more, words you had never spoken before coming from your mouth as you begged and pleaded with John to either give you his mouth or his cock.

“Going to fuck you with my cock before anything else, girl,” he said, silencing your pleads with a few simple words and turning your body into a wanting mess.

Your back was pressed against the wooden table as John thrusted his hips against yours, his fingers digging into your waist with pressure at the way you felt around him, all hot and wet and all for him, nobody else at that wedding party. You had your choice of men, a beautiful woman such as yourself could have sneaked off with any of the Birmingham lads but you choose him and he would forever be thankful to God for that.

A series of moans fell from your mouth that was now painted with smudged lipstick, mascara threatening to stain as you cried out loud and attempted to reach up and grab John’s arms for balance but you couldn’t move when your body felt like this.

“Keep going,” you mumbled when John paused for a moment so he could bring you up, your neck now pushed into the crook of his neck and your legs open as you allowed him entry.

Your fingernails sunk into his skin leaving marks that he would most likely have to explain to his brothers the next day when they questioned his disappearing act. He could already see the disapproval on Grace’s face when he explained that he had snuck away with her cousin but John couldn’t care less what others thought and neither could you.

You clenched around John’s cock as your eyes rolled back, your orgasm growing closer with every thrust. “You feel so good,” he moaned against your mouth, all sense of sanity rushing away as he continued to move himself in and out of you at a breath-taking speed. “How am I supposed to let you leave for Ireland when you fuck as good as this?”

You could feel your whole body becoming numb with pleasure as he filled you off, sane thoughts officially leaving your mind as you thought about a life in Birmingham with John when you could have him whenever you wanted. Grace had kindly offered you a place to stay at the country manor but you always declined, now you had a reason.

“Make me want to stay then.”

A variety of moans and screams left your mouth as John’s thrusts became deeper and more brutal with your words. Arching your back, you brought his mouth down to yours, wanting not more but to feel his mouth on your own as you kissed him with passion and need, kisses wet and hot as you swallowed each other's moans.

You were sure that someone would have heard the way you cried out around John’s cock as you came, his thumb on your clit as he brought you to the edge, whispers of filth lingering in the air as his own orgasm hit him hard, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he rode out your orgasm. John’s breathing was all over the place as he pulled back slightly, pecks pressed against each other’s skins and words of praises shared.

“When do you leave for Ireland?” he asked as he grabbed your hand, turning it so he could trace his finger along your skin. “Because this line here says that you fall in love easily and trust me, doesn’t take long to fall in love with me.”