#then she asked if i’d still kiss her if her neck was broken

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Bad Idea right? ~ PABLO GAVI

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Y/n felt weird coming back to Barcelona, especially since she wasn’t here to see gavi anymore, but since she still had friends in Barcelona she decided to visit them.

This brought her to a club with her friends, finding herself seated at the bar, a tad dizzy, her phone discreetly buzzing in her purse.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed her eyebrows seeing the caller ID—Pablo., she threw her phone away as her friend Dani approached.

“Hey! You okay?” Dani asked, placing an order for another round.

Nodding and offering a forced smile, Y/n replied, “Yeah, I’ll join the other girls soon.”

As Dani left, Y/n’s phone buzzed again, this time with messages from Pablo:

Come over please.

I need you.

Returning to her friends, “Hey, I’m not feeling great. I’ll head out.” Y/n yelled over the loud music, her friends bombarded her with questions, displaying a mix of curiosity and concern, but Y/n’s mind was elsewhere. Ignoring their queries, she couldn’t shake off the notification revealing Pablo’s new address.

Pablo’s message lingered in her thoughts as she gulped, throwing her phone back into her purse.

“I’ll grab a taxi; don’t worry,” she reassured her friends before speed walking outside to the exit.

Y/n stood outside Gavi's front door, debating whether she should knock or not, knowing being here was a bad idea.

“Fuck it, it’s fine” she whispered to herself.

As y/n knocks on the door she can hear loud footsteps running towards the door, which reveals a messy hair gavi with a smirk on his face

“Hey”

✿

Y/n Moaned as she threw her head back “f- fuck Pablo, I missed you”

Y/N closed her eyes, Overwhelmed by Gavi’s kiss, the way he stretched her out, and the lingering sensitivity from the edging session, an unexpected yet inevitable orgasm crashed over her.

Bowing off the bed with a sharp cry, there was no time to recover as Gavi intensified, driving her into a cascade of orgasms. Gavi urged, “Scream for me, yeah?. Let it all out,” pressing his thumb against her needy, swollen clit. The climax repeated until exhaustion set in, and she collapsed against the bed, her body sore from relentless orgasms.

As she lay limp, Gavi slowed, groaning as he reached his own climax. “Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered, smoothing her hair back and sealing the moment with a lingering kiss. “You did so well.”

Gavi fell asleep on top of Y/N, their bodies intertwined in the aftermath. The room was filled with a hushed stillness, only broken by the soft sounds of their breathing.

As Y/N lay there, catching her breath, her phone started to vibrate with a message. Gently extracting herself from Gavi's embrace, she reached for her phone. The screen lit up, revealing a message from Dani.

"Hey Y/N, haven't heard from you in a while. Everything okay?"

Y/N's gaze shifted from the message to Gavi, still peacefully asleep. She hesitated, contemplating how to respond without waking him.

I just had a long night. Gonna catch some sleep now. We’ll catch up soon, promise.

She pressed send and gently placed the phone back on the nightstand.

Turning her attention back to Gavi before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, Y/N stirred from her slumber as gentle kisses traced along her neck. Slowly opening her eyes, she was met with Gavi’s warm gaze and a tender smile.

“Buenos días, linda,” Gavi murmured, continuing to pepper her face with soft kisses. “ I really missed you y/n/n”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile back. “Morning,” she replied, reaching up to brush back gavi’s hair.

Gavi paused, looking thoughtful. “I was planning to make breakfast for you, but my kitchen is empty. Do you want to go out and get breakfast? I still have some of your clothes in the closet you can wear”

Y/N grinned, liking the idea. “Sure, I’d love to” she replied giving him one last kiss before standing up.

After breakfast with gavi, he drove y/n to her hotel and as soon as she got to her room, her phone started ringing with a phone call from her friend Dani

“Y/n what the actual fuck, back with Gavi seriously?” Her friend screamed over the phone, y/n rolled her eyes as she chuckled

“Dani we’re not back together, we were just catching up, can’t two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend”

“You don’t even believe it yourself y/n”

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His Compass of Harrenhal - part 2

Part 1

part 3

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Tossing the covers off of my body as quickly as I could I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Daemon had a strong arm draped over my waist until I shoved his arms off of me. Stumbling out of the bed I flew to the chamber pot puking whatever was in my stomach from the dinner we ate the night before. “Y/n, what’s made you ill?” Daemon had awoken from his sleep running over to hold my hair out of my face..

“I’m not quite sure.” I croaked out once I had finally emptied the contents of my stomach and sat with my back against his chest.

Daemon rested his chin on top of my head, keeping his arms wrapped around my waist. “I’ll go find a Maester right away-“

“I’ll come with you. If this is some illness I don’t wish to pass out onto the floor while you’re away.” I snatched his wrist, halting him from going further. Together we made our way through the castle until the closest person we came upon was none other than Alice Rivers.

“You’re new wife becomes sick this morning I hear.”

Daemon grumbled still not trusting the woman before us. “I don’t have time for your words, witch. Just tell me what is wrong with my wife. You are apparently this haunted castle’s only maester.”

“Lay her on the table.” She rushed quickly clearing off her workspace before Daemon laid me down on my back and she rubbed her hand all over my stomach and lifted up my nightgown before asking me. “When did you last bleed, lady fish?”

Running a hand through my hair I couldn’t exactly recall the last time. “I don’t entirely know. Possibly two moons ago. Why?”

“If you haven’t bled recently then you’re pregnant with his wee bear growing inside your belly.” Alice points her hand at Daemon who tried to show no emotion around her.

Rolling over onto my side I grinned back at the dragon prince. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

Daemon crossed the room not saying anything before he grabbed my face and kissed me deeply until we needed air. “You will be a very excellent mother to our little dragon.” I wrapped my arms around his neck drawing him back in for another kiss until someone interrupted the kiss.

“Your grace, oh - uh forgive me.” The caretaker of the castle named Simon came into the room seeing us sharing a moment.

Daemon didn’t look at the man when he grumbled his next words. “What is it?”

“The lord of Riverrun has arrived.”

I jumped down from the table running as fast as my legs could carry me, not bothering to wait on the men behind me. I hadn’t seen a member of my family since my father had shipped me off to this place so long ago. Pushing the doors open I expected to see my very ill father but I was greeted by a young boy with curly brown hair standing in front of the large round table. “Who might you be?”

“My name is Oscar. My grandsire is Grover Tully. Praise the gods Aunt Y/n is that you?” Oscar began formally speaking until he recognized the eyes staring back at him.

I let out a half chuckle crossing the room moving closer to the boy. “Ha! So my father did mention me after he shipped me off. Anyhow, Oscar look how big you’ve grown. I remember how small you were on your first nameday. Can I get a hug, little nephew?”

“I didn’t think I’d ever get to meet you.” He flung his arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him in closer with us both laughing in enjoyment. “I’ve heard tales of the Tully daughter who decided to wield a sword despite what everyone else thinks about it.”

“Well isn’t this a happy family reunion?” Daemon sent me a smile resting one hand on the handle of his sword that he carried on his hip.

“My - my - my prince. Uh my grace - your grace.” Oscar nervously tried to address him once we had broken our hug seeing Daemon and Simon Strong enter the room.

Daemon glanced back at the Strong man. “Lord Grover is looking more hair than healthy than I expected.”

“This is Oscar Tully. Grandson to Grover Tully. He is heir to Riverun and the future Lord Paramount of the Riverlands. His grace, the king concoct Daemon Targaryen and his Lady Wife I suppose Y/n of - um forgive me my lady.”

I sent the older man a gentle smile. “He’s my nephew, Simon Strong. I’m formerly of House Tully.”

“It is an honor, your grace.” Oscar said watching the dragon remove his sword, laying it on the table and sitting down before him and only then did the nervous lad sit down too.

Daemon nodded his head in my direction. “Indeed. Lady wife, come sit with us.”

“Oh okay.” I sat beside Daemon in the next chair over.

Daemon turned his attention to the young lad. “How fair’s your grandsire?”

“Sadly he remains incapacitated. He lies in a kind of waking sleep. Unable to do much more than eat or take a drink. It is barely enough to sustain him.”

Daemon tapped his fingers on the table. “So he’s alive?”

“Yes, gods be good.” Oscar brightly smiled.

Daemon leaned forward closer to the young boys face whispering a sentence that caught us both off guard for certain. “Well my time here is short and I’m in need of an army. Perhaps you place a feather pillow over his face and speed along your inheritance - fuck Y/n!”

“What the hell is the matter with you. You’re asking him to kill a member of my family when he’s only the age of ten and five.” I smacked my husband upside the back of the head sharply.

Daemon rubbed the back of his head glancing over at me. “If he’s an old man. Why let him suffer in pain. A quick death would be better for him and his grandson.”

“I - I love my grandsire. Like a father. My own Lord father died himself a young man. Lord Grover raised me in his stead.” Young Oscar explained nervously not thinking this conversation would resort to violence.

Daemon lowered his hand from the sore backside of his head bringing the topic of war back to the table. I knew he didn't like having to wait on anything, especially when it came to fighting battles. “All very touching are you here to speak with your grandsire's voice of House Tully in the Riverlands?”

“While he still lives?” Oscar raised a brow offended at the idea. “That is not our way.”

Daemon growled in the boy's face, picking up his sword and leaving the room. “Then you're of no use to me. I can see why the Blackwoods and Brackens did not fear to start a war beneath the nose of their ledge lords. House Tully is a fish with no head.”

“Daemon.” I called his name while getting up from my chair.

He placed his sword back onto his hip only sparing me a glance before he left the room. “Summon the Blackwoods here. I require men of action to lead my host of Rivermen.”

“Daemon! Daemon, wait a minute.” I chased after the prince grabbing the back of his tunic yanking hi, backwards before he could get any further from me. “I know you don’t like to hear that you’ll have to wait but-“

He spun around on his feet getting in my face. “I hate waiting. When you’re fighting a war there’s rarely time to wait for anyone else’s help.”

“Let me get my words out before you bite my head off. Like I was saying, give my lord Father time to pass on his own time and then you might have an edge of me talking with my nephew so that he and his bannermen will follow your queen Rhaenyra. Can you do that for me hmm. Can you take a pause before you run when something doesn’t go your way?”

He grabbed my face in his hands resting his forehead down against mine releasing a breath I didn’t know he was holding in. “I suppose I’ll have to wait for our little dragon to come into the world. So this should be no different.”

“Thank you, Daemon.” Draping my arms around his neck we embraced the other in a long hug.

[blouisparadise]

Today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and/or Harry have popular jobs such as firefighter, flight attendance, florist, and mechanic. Since we get requests for rec lists with these particular jobs often, we decided to compile them into one list. We're marked each fic according to which job it features. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) December | Not Rated | 1,924 words | 💐

Magic happens here, in December.

2) Pilot | Teen & Up | 5,279 words | ✈️

“We have fifteen minutes.” Harry glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “How fast do you think my tongue can make you come?” Still against the wall, Louis felt a shiver run from the back of his neck down his spine. In three years walking on moving planes, he’d never had such zero control over his legs. At least not until now.

3) Your Apathy’s Like A Wound In Salt | Explicit | 5,312 words | 🛠️

“What a fucking ass!” Louis shifts his body so he’s completely facing away from the scene. “I asked him last night to fix my car and he said he would accept a payment in the form of me sucking his dick. I guess he’s really desperate, I can’t believe him.” Louis rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink in one go. Niall shakes his head and shrugs, “I told you to ask any other mechanic in town but you didn’t listen to me.” “Well, I didn’t think he would fucking say that now did I, Niall?” “Louis,” Paige rests a manicured hand on his shoulder, “So, you’re saying you still wouldn’t hit it?” “My ex?” She nods. “Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.” Suddenly, Niall spits out his beer all over the table as Paige bursts out laughing. “Fucking ruthless, you are.” Niall runs a hand through his styled hair.

4) Oil and Lube | Explicit | 5,552 words | 🛠️

The one where Harry's a car mechanic and Louis' engine can't seem to stop revving around him.

5) A Place To Call Home | Mature | 8,113 words | 💐

The thing is, he’s pretty sure he’s found home in a person in his life, someone who’s been essential in everything he’s done since he was seven years old. Through every broken bone, through every breakup, through every failure; through every triumph, personal and professional, and every goal he has scored in his time in Man U, there’s been someone there for it all.  That’s his best mate. Harry. A twenty-two year old with the kindest heart known to man, a slow drawl that is entirely too endearing, with the dreams to open up his own flower shop. A quiet and earnest boy with those he doesn’t know, and open and honest and absolutely lovely with those he loves.  It all hits him, really, the night of their final game of the Premier League. Again, timing is not his forté. They’re gearing up, ready to hit the field for the second half against Liverpool that determines their ranking in the League, when his brain decides to come online (after seventeen years, apparently), and conveniently supply him with the revelation that oh yeah, you’re kind of in love with your best friend.

6) If This Room Was Burning | Explicit | 8,629 words | 🔥

Where Louis’ cat gets stuck on the roof and Harry is the firefighter who ends up saving her.

7) Decorated Emergency | Not Rated | 10,359 words | 🔥

So what if they kissed once. It was the end of a shift that had seemed to drag on for twelve days instead of twelve hours. Their doctor was slow and felt the need to transfer every single patient, putting more work on every member of staff. Harry was stressed. Louis was the one who crowded him up against the door in the break room. It was Louis' fault, he was always pulling shit.

8) Taking The Long Way Home | Mature | 12,499 words | 🛠️

Coming home from the beach, Louis' car breaks down and he has to call mechanic Harry.

9) Bloom | Explicit | 24,887 words | 💐

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry tucks the flower into the top pocket of Louis’ jacket, patting over his heart just once. “What is it?” Louis asks, eyeing the sunny little yellow flower, a bit like a buttercup, “It’s lovely.” Harry pushes a piece of hair behind his ear and smiles, “It’s a primrose. I got them in this morning, reminded me of you.”

10) A Trail Of Honey Through It All | Explicit | 27,083 words | 🛠️

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

11) A Hungry Heart | Explicit | 27,601 words | 💐

Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson. But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harry’s worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.

12) Tangled Up And Blue | Explicit | 30,159 words | 🛠️

Kai just shakes his head, making his way down the small batch of stairs with a hop in his step. “Have fun on your weird adult date.” Harry sighs. “It’s not a date.” “Dad, you already have him in your bed most nights,” Kai sings, walking backwards towards Louis’ car with an insufferable smirk on his face. “It’s not looking too good for you,” he shrugs, hands curled around the straps of his backpack.

13) You Wish I Was Yours And I Hope That You’re Mine | Not Rated | 31,259 words | 💐

“What did you wish for?” Harry blushes, “If I tell you it won’t come true…” Louis sits straight again, a cute little determined look forming on his face, “I wished that a certain curly ‘aired boy would take me on more dates because I ‘ad such a good time on this one. And that’s going to come true, isn’t it?” “Of course,” Harry nearly splutters. “Yeah, yeah definitely.” “See?” Louis grins smugly. “Now I told you mine and it’s still going to come true, so will you tell me yours?” Their wishes were different though, because whereas Louis’ wish was cute and endearing, Harry found his own wish rather embarrassing. But he can’t lie to Louis, nor can he say no to Louis, so he sucks in a shaky breath of air before he speaks softly, “I wished that I was brave enough to kiss you…”

14) Stay Until Tomorrow | Explicit | 36,766 words | 🛠️

There’s a dull ache seeping through Louis’ body as he wakes up; a mild headache from last night’s alcohol intake, a cramp in his right arm from sleeping on it weird and a familiar soreness between his arse cheeks that Louis fully blames on his lousy one night stand.

15) One Heart Broke, Four Hands Bloody | Explicit | 47,429 words | 💐

Louis’ life is really fucking dull until one day he happens upon the scene of a crime, as said crime is happening. A murderer with big hands and a charming smile somehow manages to change his life for the better.

16) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words | 🔥

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who’s never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves. Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

17) No Going Back | Explicit | 56,102 words | 🛠️

Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right? This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

18) Between The Sand and Stars | Explicit | 63,128 words | ✈️

When an earthquake strands flight attendant Louis Tomlinson on a tropical island, he’s got paradise at his fingertips - miles of sunny beaches, immersion in vibrant culture, and a beautiful seaside mansion to enjoy. Unfortunately, it belongs to the egotistical musician Harry Styles, whose incorrigible management can do little to hinder his playboy complex. Despite Louis and Harry’s abhorrent first impression, contrasting backgrounds, and tendency to bicker every time they speak, who says opposites can’t attract? Them, of course, because they hate each other … right?

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hiii! would you be able to write something where the reader and ethan are dating and she knows he is ghostface and lowkey encourages him to kill people to prove his love for her (like guys who talk to her at class or down the street?)

this doesn’t have to be smut but i’d love it to be <3 thank uu

i don't have enough energy (or hormones) for smut rn but i rlly like this universe so maybe in the future !

You were taught never to settle. Throughout your life, you’d been surrounded by people who had their hearts broken by others –– usually men –– who didn’t deserve to have another’s heart within their perceived trustworthy grasp in the first place. 

“Never settle”

So you didn’t. You knew that whoever you were going to give your heart needed to do anything for you. No matter what. 

Luckily you found Ethan Landry. 

At first, it was Finn from your Communications course. He didn’t really do anything. He just stared a little too long and happened to have made a slightly uncomfortable statement about you when Ethan was just a few paces away. 

“You want me to do something about it?” Ethan asked you, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he leaned down to ask you the ominous question. You looked up at him, noticing that his brown eyes were staring at Finn’s retreating figure. 

“Something?” You’d asked. Ethan blinked twice, his jaw ticked, and then he looked down at you. 

“Something.”

Two days later, Finn was declared missing. 

Then, it was Brody from your foreign language. 

He was a douche. All around jock, but not in the lovable way like Chad. Brody was pushy, constantly inviting you to frat parties, promising that you would get shit faced with a smirk on his face that told you everything you needed to know. 

“He makes me uncomfortable, E,” you told him, your voice low and soft and delicate. You remember the feeling of Ethan’s warm hand caressing your cheek, you leaned into his touch. 

“Okay.” Was all he said. When he came back with a black eye and a busted lip, you patched Ethan up and peppered his face in kisses. 

You remember asking him one night when guilt had begun to introduce itself to you. You’d asked, “Why do you do it?” 

And Ethan replied, as simple as ever, as if he was asked what color the sky was, “Because I love you.” 

Then, there was Olivia. 

Olivia was everything wrong with the world, according to you. Ethan had never seen her in person, only through forwarded Instagram posts, but he saw the way she riled you up. He watched you pace back and forth in your room, ranting, enraged, about how insufferable she was. 

“I just wish someone would–ugh!” Your hands wrung around an invisible neck and you stopped your pacing, dropped your arms, and just looked at Ethan. 

“Do something about it?” He asked you. 

You stepped forward until you stood between his legs. Your hands cupped his face and you leaned down until you were level, your noses almost touching. 

“Ethan,” you’d said, slowly. “I want you to fucking kill her.” His eyes darkened and then he smiled. “And make her suffer.” 

Ethan’s hands were on the back of your thighs and pulling you into his lap before you could really get a hold of yourself. He kissed you, and kissed you, and ground his hips up into yours, and flipped you onto your back. 

You had to stop him before he continued. “Do it first, baby. I’ll be waiting.” 

And you were. When he returned two hours later, his hands still shaking and that delighted glint in his eyes, you were sitting on your bed watching a show on your laptop. 

Your eyes lifted to look at him when he entered your room, and all you did was smile, shut your laptop, and beckon him over with enough energy to last you the entire night.

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt 3 - Bed Time

In which it’s Y/N and Spencer’s first time having sex and they have to try to be quiet so they don’t get caught by Eloise

Warnings: Smuttt! Protected penetrative sex, oral sex(f rec), giggly sex, kitchen sex cuz they’re stupid, HANDS 🥴, fluff, kissing, cussing, it’s kinda awkward but just cuz it’s their first time lol

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Y/N let out a sigh of relief when she walked out of Eloise’s room quietly. “Okay, I got her down. Hopefully she sleeps through the night.” She whispered, sitting on the couch next to Spencer.

Spencer had insisted on going over to Y/N’s house for date nights so she didn’t have to find and pay a sitter to keep her. They hadn’t been to Spencer’s apartment yet because Y/N didn’t want it to be too much for Eloise.

She didn’t even know what a boyfriend was yet.

So, Spencer wrapped his arm around his girlfriend and kissed her softly. She pulled away reluctantly. “I have to clean the kitchen.” She nodded. “I really should not have let Eloisey help make those cookies…” She shook her head, getting up.

She felt Spencer’s eyes on her body as she moved into the kitchen. She hoped he’d follow her.

Her kitchen was a real mess. There was cookie dough on the floor, a broken egg on the counter and just— yeah. Life with a three year old.

Spencer got up from the couch and followed her into the kitchen. “I wasn’t done kissing you…” He trailed off, grabbing her by the shoulders gently. He turned her around and pressed his lips against hers.

She giggled against his mouth, standing on her tippy toes and wrapping her arms around his neck.

With his body pressed against hers, it was hard to want to stop. She licked his bottom lip and he smiled into their kiss. “Sorry we haven’t had much alone time.” She spoke in between kisses, leaning into him more.

Spencer backed up, pushing her towards the kitchen counter. “It’s okay. I like hanging out with you and Eloise.” He stopped talking when her tongue slid against his and he groaned into her mouth.

Her lower back pressed against the counter and his hands were placed on her hips. She pulled away for a second. “Hi.” She smiled, her lips swollen and red.

“Hi.” He nodded. He tried leaning back in for a kiss but she giggled and pressed her hand over his mouth.

“So, sex.” She whispered. “Is that w-what we’re doing here or…?”

His eyes were wide and she forgot that her hand was over his mouth so he couldn’t really speak. He kissed her palm and she let out an ‘oh’ and took her hand down.

“I— if you want to.” He nodded. She quirked an eyebrow.

“But do you want to?” She asked, her teeth grazing her bottom lip.

Spencer nodded. “I want to. Do you?”

She kissed his lips once. “Oh, I definitely want to.” Her mouth met his again for a long kiss. Her voice broke through every time there was a little break. “But, I just want-“ *kiss* “To warn you that I haven’t— holy fuck your mouth is like magic— I haven’t-“ *kiss* “I haven’t had sex since I got pregnant with Eloise.”

He stopped kissing her when her body tensed. He pulled away and looked at her red cheeks. She looked embarrassed. “I just— I’ve been afraid that I’d get pregnant again. Then— then I’d get left and I would be alone still but this time with two kids.” She let out a small breath and looked up at him finally.

His thumbs caressed her cheek bones. “If you don’t want to do this, we won’t.” He spoke. “I want you to fee comfortable and safe, Y/N.”

She tilted her head to the side and she smiled. “Thank you, Spence. Really. But I want to do this with you. You make me feel like— so safe and comfortable.” She nodded.

Their smiles seemed to last forever as they looked at each other. “Spence?” She whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He did and she hopped up on the counter with his help, his hands landing on the sides of her ass. Her hands were in his hair, pulling gently and smiling as she elicited groans from him.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he stood between them. His lip pulled from her mouth and kissed along her jawline. She giggled feeling his stubble against her cheek.

Her legs pulled him in closer and she reached for the bottom of his shirt, untucking it from his pants. “I need you to invest in a t-shirt or two.” She laughed quietly, trying to focus on the way his lips continued to kiss her skin.

Spencer chuckled as he kissed down her neck. Her fingers undid the buttons on his shirt and she tore it off of him, his hands leaving her butt for just a moment before they were glued back on.

“Oh my God, Spencer take off my shirt.” She groaned when his teeth hit her neck gently. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he pulled away from her, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.

He stared down at her chest that was supported by a pink lacy bra for a few moments before her hand lifted his chin up to gain back eye contact.

“God, I love women.” He shook his head as he leaned back in, one of his hands sliding from her as to the top of her thigh. She giggled as he kissed her and she reached for his belt, unbuckling it with one hand while the other gripped his bicep.

She pulled the belt from the loops and Spencer pulled away with a surprised look on her face. “Ha! I still got it.” She gushed, throwing his belt aside.

He groaned and shook his head, pulling her hips forward to set her at the edge of the countertop. She gasped in surprise when his fingers worked the buttons of her jeans quickly. He pulled them off of her and threw them somewhere. Y/N giggle as she watched one of the week ant legs land in the pot of mashed potatoes.

“Oops. Sorry.” He shrugged with a chuckle. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him to her. His lips met hers but his hands had other ideas.

He smirked against her mouth as he felt her jolt a bit when his thumb made contact with her clit. She moaned and subconsciously grabbed his wrist.

Spencer quickly pulled away. “What’s wrong? Do you not want me to touch you there, I won’t. I promise Y/N, if you don’t want me to do—“

She kissed him. “It’s just been a while since someone other than myself has touched me there.” She blushed. “Sorry. Keep going. I’m okay, I swear.”

Spencer looked into her eyes and began to rub again slowly. Her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth fell open. “Fuck.” She let out breathlessly.

His lips parted a bit as he felt her getting even more wet than what she was when he had started touching her. He get the need to taste what he was feeling.

He slowly sunk down to his knees, looking up at her as she looked at him. His eyes were asking, pleading. She nodded, her lips parted and her eyes needy.

He softly grabbed the sides of her underwear and pulled them down teasingly slow. He could’ve busted right then and there at just the sight of her.

He kept eye contact with her until her was close enough to lick her slowly. His eyes shut and so did hers. Her hand flew to the top of his head, gripping his hair. “Oh my fuck—“ She whispered.

Spencer groaned at the taste of her, flattening his tongue out and bobbing his head up and down.

Y/N whimpered and went to grab the edge of the counter. As she did, she hand knocked a glass cup off and it shattered on the floor next to Spencer.

He kept going nonetheless as she laughed quietly. Her fingers reluctantly pulled at his hair. He pulled away from her, looking up. His lips and chin were glistening with her wetness. “Fuck, wait a second. I thought I heard Eloise.” She whispered.

They both froze in place for a few moments, listening to hear Eloise’s cries. But thankfully, there was no noise other than Y/N and Spencer’s heavy breaths.

Y/N looked down at him, closing her legs unconsciously. “Okay, I think she’s still sleeping.” She nodded.

Spencer smiled. “Good, can I make you come now?” He asked, catching her completely by surprise.

“Oh my God, please?” She nodded. He chuckled and dove back in, spreading her legs back open again and circling his tongue around her clit.

“You taste amazing by the way.” He spoke, pulling away for a moment before going back to tease her entrance with his tongue.

As she panted and moaned, she smiled. “Appreciate it.” She nodded, gently pulling his hair causing him to groan into her.

Exactly 67 seconds of quite skillful mouth work, Y/N came all of his tongue. She was tugging on his hair, whimpering his name all while he was helping her ride out her first male induced orgasm in a while.

When she was calm, she kept her eyes closed, trying to slow her heavy breathing. Spencer stood back up, pressing his lips to hers. She kissed him back in a haze, her brain foggy. “Holy shit.” She chuckled breathlessly when he pulled away. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that.” She asked, patting his cheek.

He shrugged and kissed her again.

She hummed and pushed him away a bit. “Look, I’m all for like— your dick or whatever but I can’t do it next to a block of knives—“ She said glancing at the wooden block. “Or my kid’s sippy cup.” She said, shrugging.

Spencer shook his head and rolled his eyes with a smile. “Your room?” He asked, kissing her neck.

Y/N nodded. “Yes, but we have to be so so quiet. The walls in the building are thin and El and I share a wall.” She said, leaning her head back.

Spencer elicited a gasp from her when he pulled her off the counter and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Then we’ll be quiet.”

When they entered the room, he laid her down on the bed. He started kissing her again, trying to get her worked up.

After a few moments of heavy kissing, she pulled away feeling his hardness on her thigh. “Can you… Um… can you…” She closed her eyes.

“What do you need, baby?” He asked softly.

She bit her lip and opened her eyes. “Can you wear a c-condom?” She asked. Her eyes got wide. “But i-if you don’t want to you d-don’t have to—“

“Of course I will.” He smiled, interrupting her nervous tangent she was about to go on. “Anything you ever need me to do when we’re together like this, I will always do.”

She smiled, her heart was melting. “Th-thank you.” She pecked his lips. “They’re in there.” She said, nodding towards her bedside table.

He reached over her and pulled the drawer open. The box had been untouched, unopened. He carefully ripped the cardboard seal and took a shiny gold wrapper out. He set it next to her head on the pillow and pulled his pants off. Her eyes betrayed her and she stared at the tent in his boxers.

Her mouth fucking watered.

Her hands grabbed the waistband of his boxers and she tugged on it. “Please take them off and fuck me.” She almost whined. Spencer groaned and did as she said, pulling his boxers off and watching her tongue glide across her lips. “Oh my God, you’re gonna kill me.” She rolled her eyes and let her head fall back against the pillow.

He chuckled and grabbed the condom from the pillow, opening it and sliding over his length. She put her feet flat against the bed, bending her knees. She bit her lip, looking at him, her eyes begging. “Please Spencer. I literally can’t wait anymore.” She whispered.

He crawled over her again, leaning down and pressing his dick against her clit. Her mouth fell open and she let out a breathy moan. “Spencer, Spencer…” She mumbled.

He ran the head up and down through her folds before stopping at her entrance. “Are you ready?” He asked.

She nodded, gulping. He leaned down to kiss her, capturing her moan as he pushed in slowly. Her body tensed as it felt the tiniest bit of pain.

Spencer grabbed one of her hands, rubbing his thumb over the back of it as she whimpered into his mouth. “Fuck.” She whispered when he pulled away.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

She nodded, a smile forming on her lips. “P-please move.” She whispered. He pressed a kiss to her jaw and started to rock his hips slowly into hers.

She gasped and moaned quietly. “Holy fuck… holy fuck…” She repeated.

Spencer kissed her neck, his head falling between her neck and shoulder. “Oh my— you feel so good, baby.” He groaned in her ear.

Her teeth but her lip so hard she might have drawn blood. “Fuck, Spencer, faster.” She mumbled.

His hips moved faster, teeth grazing the skin in her neck. Her breathy, whiny moans were like music to his ears. The way her nails dragged down his back, no doubt tearing skin, got him closer and closer as she clenched around him.

“Faster— holy shit, go faster.” She mumbled, her legs wrapping around his hips.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He moaned. She giggled and shushed him, kissing the part of his head that was closest to her mouth.

Her legs squeezed his hips. “I’m gonna come, Spence— fuck, right there!”

Spencer groaned into her neck as she made a squeaky noise. “I’m there, baby. At the same time.”

“Oh, fuck Spence—“

“Y/N—“

They were both cut off by their own moans. Their bodies squeezed each other’s and they froze as muscles spasmed and legs shook.

After a moment of silence and heavy breathing, Spencer pulled his face from between her neck and shoulder and sat up a little, looking at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted and her chest was heaving.

“I…” She swallowed. “I didn’t know a guy could make me feel like that…” She shook her head.

Spencer pulled out of her earning a little whine from her. “I hope that was good for you ‘cause it was fucking amazing for me.” He laid by her side.

She raised her finger in the air. “Same here, partner.”

He chuckled and kissed her jaw. “Okay, you gotta get up.”

“Oh yeah.” She whispered. “We’re supposed to pee after sex, huh?”

Spencer nodded. “Yep.”

The two were about to get up but they heard Eloise whining from the other room. “Peeing after sex needs to wait.” She sighed. “Also, don’t come out.”

“Why?” He asked, tilting his head.

“I had to tell Eloise you were leaving to get her to go to sleep.”

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YESSSSS THANK YOU TO WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS BECAUSE I AM SO EXCITED TO KEEP THESE COMING (wink wink)

IM IN LOVE WITH THEM SO YEAH

Also I hope this was as jaw clenching, sheet gripping good as it was for me

Love ya ❤️

[starlightsuffered]

Playing Tag

Info - someone catching you hooking up, broken up couple, hard Dom tim, Dub con, mocking, teasing, degrading, switching pov, biting, unprotected sex, sorta hate fuck

I used the key, hoping she wouldn’t be here. We hadn’t seen much of one another since the break up and she didn’t mind it being that way at all. I minded it. I wanted her back. She knew this, but I think she was enjoying teasing me I think.

I didn’t realise what I was hearing until it was too late. I’d just wanted to grab my favourite hoodie I knew I’d left here. Everything came crumbling down the moment I opened the door to the spare room.

She was stuffed full of some dimwit’s cock. She was moaning, eyes closed. Her hands held his hair like reins as she basked in bliss. Clothing decorated the floor. She was making noises I remembered and treasured. I made a disgusted face.

“Holy shit!” Y/n cried when she saw my face in her doorway.

“I’m here to pick up my stuff,” I said, leaning against the wall with nonchalance.

“Get off, get off Marcus,” she grunted and pushed the man off her. I could tell she was embarrassed even if she’d never admit to it.

“I, um, I’ll go,” the man, Marcus, said awkwardly as he gathered his clothing. He was out of there in no time to my shock.

“You fucking pervert!” She hissed at me.

“I just want my hoodie back,” I snapped.

She wilted a bit. I could see she didn’t want me to take the piece of clothing she liked so much. I knew it had been what she slept in and it comforted her.

Y/n’s pov

“I’ll get it,” I snarled and bustled off to my bedroom. I was so embarrassed that he’d caught me hooking up with someone else.

“Why weren’t you fucking him in YOUR room?” Timothée asked. I rolled my eyes and felt anger roll over me. Of course he would want to know a stupid little detail like that. It was an embarrassing detail.

The bedroom had been a place Timmy and I had, had many precious moments. I didn’t feel like I could bear fucking someone in what I still thought of as “our” bed.

“Don’t worry about it,” I snapped.

I finally found his dumb hoodie. I turned around, still naked from the waist down, and only in a long t-shirt. I threw the piece of clothing at him.

“There you go, now leave,” I said, and crossed my arms.

“I think I will worry about it,” he said smoothly as he approached me. “Was he better than me?”

I scoffed. I couldn’t honestly say that he was. However, I didn’t want Timothée getting a big head. I turned away from him.

“Come on love, you know he couldn’t be better than me,” crooned his tempting voice. His hand cupped my cheek and he turned my face his way. I betrayed my heart as I looked at him. I bit my lip at how gorgeous he was. He made my stomach spin.

“He was,” I lied. I loved how his face fell for a moment.

“He was better! And he made me feel like a goddess. You could never do as well. I’m so glad I’m finally getting some good dick,” I said with a smug smile.

I made to push past him but he grabbed me. He looked in my eyes. He looked furious.

“Say it again, to my face,” he ordered. His eyes scanned my face.

“He’s better than you,” I said slowly.

“Yeah right,” I heard the growled words. Suddenly, he was kissing me. I melted into him just like old times. I hated how addictive he was.

His hands were on my body. The familiar spark was lighting inside me. He was an excellent kisser. I couldn’t help but press myself against him.

“Timothée,” I gasped. I didn’t know how he would read my tone.

“That’s it princess, you wanna change what you said?” He teased.

“No,” I dropped the bomb.

“Excuse me?”

“No, I don’t want to change what I said,” I told him. I wanted to push my luck. I wanted to see what he would do. I liked this. It was like taunting a tiger.

“You fucking-“

He pushed me to the bed. His body rolled against me. He was biting and licking my neck. He was like a ravenous animal. I felt his hardness against me. I felt heat and wetness between my legs.

“You like this don’t you slut? Me being the needy one. You love flipping the script,” he growled in my ear.

“Ah,” I let out a breathy sound.

Before I knew it his pants were around his ankles. He ripped off the only thing I wore. His hands and mouth moved on my sensitive nipples.

“Oh, f-fuck, oh!” I cursed.

“Pretending you don’t fucking want me,” he barked out a laugh. His hand dipped down and he swiped it through my quivering wetness.

“I barely have to do anything,” he chuckled.

He massaged my puffy nipples. My legs spread open further. He groaned as he pressed his tip to my entrance. He pushed the head in and out of me. I was squirming at the teasing.

“Your gushing baby girl,” he crooned.

"you say you don’t love it, and yet you're so wet. I think you just want me to make you scream,” he whispered in my ear.

“Timothée, I-“

He slammed into me balls deep. He was buried to the hilt. I felt almost like I might lose consciousness at how good it felt. He began to thrust and my nails were scrambling for purchase in his back.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I whimpered as he plunged over and over. His full balls slapped me. I was so wet that his balls were as well, creating a mess where they hit my ass.

“Please, please, please!” I wailed. I was wrapped around him. I was addicted and I couldn’t help myself.

“Thaaaaats it,” he groaned. He bit my lip hard enough to break the skin.

“You want it. You fucking love my cock. You’ve never had better than me,” he chuckled. He was an expert. He perfectly massaged my g spot. His hands grabbed handfuls of my tits. He pulled my hair. He was possessing me body and soul. I was cock drunk and I knew I’d do anything in the moment for his cum.

“Mm, uh, uuu, mmmff, ohhh.”

“Listen to the sounds that sloppy cunt's making, you can't tell me no,” he growled and I shuddered all over.

“Timothée,” I screamed.

“Say I win, say I fucking win,” he snarled in my ear. His voice was deep and erotic and he bit into my lobe.

“You win!” I shrieked as the he hit just the right place.

My vision went black as I came. I saw stars that seemed to fall and set my body on fire. I was shaking and gasping as my orgasm overwhelmed me. My needy pussy walls were clenching around his thick cock. He grunted and shoved himself balls deep. He came inside me in hot spurts. I’d work a condom with Marcus but this was pure and bare and the most elite sex I’d ever had.

“Oh f-fuck,” I said helplessly as Timothée’s sweat dripped down on me.

Timothée’s POV

“I- okay, I want you back,” she said in an almost dreamy voice. She looked cum drunk. She was always so nice once she had a good load in her.

“Not so fast princess,” I laughed, nuzzling against her sore ear. I admired the bite marks I had made.

“I think I’ll let you chase me a little longer,” I said in a cocky tone. I knew now that she would.

“Excuse me?” She demanded. Her tone was no longer soft. I sat up and smirked. She did not like being told no. Now she knew that I didn’t either.

“We can play tag a little longer I think,” I winked. She pushed me off the bed.

“While I’m down here, wanna ride my cock?” I asked casually.

“You’re despicable,” she shot back, but she looked intrigued. Tag was my favourite game.

[eoieopda]

Jadie:) i would like to make a request!!

Reader having to spent countless night home alone because Jungkook’s busy working at the studio? They fight and she asks him to love her more than she loves him?

Honestly i feel like JK gets frustrated with fights so he says things that come out in a different way?? Thank you so much!!!!

i went in with the angst on this one 😳 i think most of us have had similar fights before, so i was definitely channeling some of that something here OPE

cw: verbal sparring, major angst, ending is ambiguous/unresolved

By the time his car rolls into the driveway, Jungkook has nothing left to give.

A vampire disguised as a weekday sapped every bit of energy he had left. His reserve tank is empty, and when he’s running on fumes like this, there’s only one way to top up. All he wants — now, then, any time — is to bury his face where your neck meets your shoulder; to revel in your steady pulse and soft breathing; to remember that there’s life here, outside his studio.

He doesn’t waste time getting out of the car, having summoned the last bit of willpower he had to unbuckle his seatbelt and slip from the driver’s seat. Jungkook locks the car behind him and within seconds, he unlocks the door to his home. To you. It feels like forty years have passed since he left that morning, but he can still smell the kimchi from the eggs you cooked.

Did hours always used to feel like decades?

One foot over the threshold, the toe of his boot collides with something in the dark. His eyes strain to see it; and his eyebrows furrow once he does. It’s a weekender. Yours, the one he bought you to take on little getaways when your schedules aligned like planets. It’s packed and ready, but Jungkook can’t put a finger on why that is.

Did he forget about plans again? Fuck. His mind never used to be a sieve, but that’s all it’s been lately. Jungkook has to be careful not to let you slip by.

He toes off his shoes and places them on the mat on the other side of your packed bag. As he heads off to find you, kiss you, breathe you in, Jungkook takes one backwards glance at that weekender. Nothing sparks.

Where were we going again?

There’s rustling down the hall and he follows it. Underneath his timid footfalls, there’s the quiet metallic click of the medicine cabinet door as you close it. Jungkook can’t see you, but he can feel you — you and the upset ebbing outwards from you. Little concentric circles, rage rippling his way like a stone has broken through the surface.

I dropped you, again.

Jungkook reaches the doorway to the bathroom just in time for you to exit. You gasp when you collide with his chest, but that shock dissipates quickly when his hands steady you by your forearms. You clutch the bag of toiletries that you nearly dropped like it’s all you have.

The expression on your face is less obvious now that the surprise is absent — and that scares him.

“Whoa,” Jungkook tries to chuckle to lighten whatever this crushing weight is, but there’s no humor in your affect. Flat. Despondent, like you cried out all you had and there was nothing left to animate your features.

Oh, this is bad.

He needs to fix it, so he tries again, “Where’s the fire, petal?”

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jungkook flipped a switch alright, but it didn’t turn the light in your eyes back on. Ham-fisted and stuck in the garbage disposal as it —

“I don’t know, Jungkook. Where is the fire?” You have that tone when you reply. That rare and terrifying voice where you sound calm, but he can smell the venom hitting dead air.

You, petal, are soft, but you are not calm.

You’re excitable, vocal. Jungkook can count on one hand the number of times he’s heard you speak without your perfect, dizzying rollercoaster of intonation. It’s jarring, it’s whiplash, it’s clear as day that there’s something very wrong here.

What did I do to you?

“I’d love to know,” You carve another slice as you back out of his grip. “Haven’t felt warmth in weeks. What about you, Jungkook?”

He feels concussed, in a way, like this is somehow a sucker punch you’ve hit him with. It feels like a blow when you say his name with that look in your eyes, but Jungkook knows it’s not. He knows exactly where this is coming from and he doesn’t get to pretend otherwise.

Desperate, he tries to hold you, but it’s like running underwater trying to reach you. By the time his lead limbs finally accept the signal and begin to move, you’re skirting around him and out the door.

You’re quick, but so is he. Jungkook’s long strides catch up to you easily, and when you sense him, you wheel back around to look up at him. Now, your face is crumpled and littered with tears. It’s even worse than the nothing you were wearing a few moments ago.

Jungkook pleads, one teardrop away from getting on his knees for you, “Tell me what I missed and I’ll make it up to you, petal. I swear I’ll fix it —”

“That’s the thing, Jungkook,” you sniff as you angrily wipe at your slicked-wet cheekbone. The worst part is that he knows you’re beyond the point of anger when it comes to him; it’s the fact that he’s caught you crying that bothers you the most.

“You miss everything. And you know it, too, because your first guess — your very first thought — was that you must have forgotten about me — again. What does that tell you, Jungkook? What does it say about us that this is an easy assumption for you to make? Because it sounds like a habit to me.”

There’s a montage broadcasting through the silence that settles between you. It’s every ‘I’m sorry I’m late, petal’; every ‘petal, I’m going to be here longer than I thought’; and ‘you don’t have to wait up for me.’ It’s all of those disappointed sighs you tried to swallow when you gave him grace he hadn’t earned.

A soundtrack delineating every instance where you held him up and he let you down.

It’s deafening.

“I just want you —” Your voice gives up on you halfway through your sentence. He knows better than to reach out for you now, but it’s all he wants to do. “I need you — just once — to love me more than I love you.”

There’s that sucker punch.

How could he? How could anyone love harder than you do? It’s impossible, Jungkook thinks, to try to mimic the way your heart holds everyone so completely. Laughable, almost, that no person on their best day could hold a candle to you — even on your worst. He thinks you’re pure magic.

But Jungkook has never been the best at putting the things he thinks into words, so he says, “Petal, I can’t.”

And he can’t backtrack or explain what he meant or beg you to listen because you’re grabbing that weekender off the floor. You’re slinging it over your shoulder, headed to your sister’s for the night. As he watches you leave, Jungkook recalls that there’s one thing he’s even worse at than communicating how he feels:

Sleeping without you.

[writing-rat]

In Plain Sight

Pairings: Camila Montes x Reader

Requested by: @duck-at-midnight

Warnings: G!P Camila Montes, Camila has a penis, Vaginal Sex, Blowjob, Public Sex, Rough sex, Overstimulation, AFAB Reader

Summary: Camila was horny when they were going to be departed by the cops. When they get to the facility, Camila gets what she wants.

It had been an eventful night. You and Camila were just cuddled up in her room. You was having a sleepover as your car had broken down and Camila had promised to help you fix it in the morning. Little did you know what would happen next. You had just been cuddled up, watching a random horror movie as you was being big spooned by her. You smiled as you kissed her cheek gently, when banging was heard. The door was kicked in and multiple police officers came in. “Hands up, on the ground. You are being departed,” the officers spoke. Quick to obey, you and Camila did as told as your heart was pounding. You knew that the girl next to you was happy that her mother wasn’t in at least. You were both quickly surrounded before being handcuffed and brought to the same car. 

“Are we being kept in the same place?” Camila asked. The police officer glared at them before nodding.

“Now rest, don’t need to hear you lot anymore,” he spoke strictly.

After a while you was at the detaining centre. You looked around nervously, grasping at Camila’s hand who was holding it back and was putting her mask on. She was acting confident as she was looking around. You was hugged to her practically though. You was soon at the place you would be staying at and was pushed in rather roughly. Immediately Camila hugged you tight and glared at the guard before she was sighing and found an empty spot in the middle that wasn’t as crowded. You was staying with her as you gulped. “And to think I’d fuck you on my couch,” she hummed out. You couldn’t help but smile at that as you was sat down on her lap. “I was hoping for that,” you hummed out. You was glad both of you had on your normal clothes instead of the jumpsuit at least as you could feel the hard-on that Camila had. She was rubbing your hip bone meanwhile, as she smirked.

“I know you did, especially with how you dressed so slutty for me,” Camila murmured out against your neck, before she started to kiss, suck and bite all over it. You let out gasps of pleasure quietly as you were both aware anyone could see. You had on some short jean shorts that just reached mid thigh as well as a crop top. You was wearing a bra at least. “I have an idea if you want to listen to it?” Camila then asked, tilting her head. You nodded.

“Of course I will listen,” you spoke gently, kissing her cheek as you held one side of her face.

“What if I fuck you right here, right now?” she then asked. You blushed hard then nodded. 

“Yeah, I would be down,” you spoke, glancing the girl up and down. She was in a pair of jeans that didn’t hide her bulge. She also had on a shirt where her erect nipples could be seen. You bit your lip, grinding against her. 

That’s when she grunted and quickly pinned you down as she was kissing you. One hand was groping at your chest hard, the other keeping your arms pinned down. You couldn’t help but gasp as you leaned into the touch, closing your eyes as you was kissing back. She soon licked at your bottom lip, asking for permission to frenchkiss you. Eagerly you opened your mouth as you was grinding against her as much as possible still. She soon pushed her hand under your shirt and bra, rubbing at your nipples. You couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out as you was kissing deep, feeling the eyes on you. You didn’t care as long as Camila touched you. “Please daddy, need you,” you moaned out as your breast was constantly touched. She was kissing your jawline now, marking it as you grinded harder. Camila smirked. “Take your shorts off for me honey, and then take off my own jeans,” she spoke. Nodding, you quickly unzipped your jean shorts and slipped them off, revealing no underwear. “Such a perfect slut,” you heard Camila murmur out as you kicked them off to the side then slowly started to go on your knees, spreading your legs while doing so. Slowly but surely you was unbuttoning her jeans, making direct eye contact before you unzipped her jeans by using your teeth. You heard her breath hitch as she was rubbing your hair and was looking down at you with lust-filled eyes. That’s when you pulled her jeans down as well as her boxers, freeing her dick that was immediately erect. You started to lick it up and down before you was taking it in your mouth. “Such a good girl,” Camila praised you as you was sucking up and down, stroking whatever else you couldn’t suck. You was loving the praise as you was sucking deeper and was rubbing yourself against her shoe. She was smirking at that as she was noticing the wetness spread. “Keep sucking slut, make everyone jealous,” she moaned out as she patted your hair, seeing everyone was starting. The males had erections even. You nodded.

Soon, Camila was close as she grasped at your hair and was pushing your face deeper into her cock, causing you to gag as she came. Quickly you swallowed it as you was wanting her inside you now. “Please fuck me hard, make me scream and beg for you ro stop,” you spoke, looking at her with the puppy dog eyes that usually worked. She was nodding. “Lay down for me baby girl,” she commanded. You quickly obeyed, keeping your legs spread open. That’s when Camila put her entire weight on top of you, her hand grasping at your neck as she entered, not giving you chance to adjust to the sudden intrusion. She was also thrusting rough and hard immediately as she choked you. You couldn’t help but moan louder before she was taking off your top and bra, watching your breasts bounce as she fucked you hard. “Such a beautidul slut under me,” she growled out as she sucked at your neck, marking it all over. You was nodding as you wrapped your legs around her, aware of the staring and people jacking off. You kept moaning however, Camila not caring at all as she was pounding into you like it was your last time. That’s when she hit the sweet spot, whimpers and moans slipping out before you came all over her dick. Camila didn’t stop however. “I’m close myself, but I’m going to make sure you beg me to stop,” she grunted out. She soon came inside, you grunting as you felt her fill you up… then her pounding into you again. Panting, you was clawing at her back from under her shirt as you knew she was bleeding. You needed to grasp at something that wasn’t the floor after all.

Camila kept thrusting into your G-spot as she was grasping your hips hard then and was sucking all over your shoulders. “I’m going to mark you all over, so much so that everyone will know and talk about you,” she was grunting out as she was holding you closer. You knew you was going to be overstimulated and bruised but you didn’t care. You trusted Camila after all, and her judgement. “Fuck, harder please,” you moaned out as she was soon starting to go harderat your request. You was drooling against her shoulder as you bit, muffling your moans slightly as she was growling and moaning freely before she was sucking on your nipple. One hand was grasping at your other tit again and the other hand was working on your clit. You was panting as you couldn’t help but cum again over her dick.

“Getting sensitive now?” she asked with a smirk. You was nodding, whimpering a lot more than moaning as she kept going rough and fast. Soon, she came inside again. “Please stop,” you whimpered out, feeling more pain. Camila quickly pulled out and held you afterwards. 

“Good girl,” she spoke gently and kissed you before she dressed you slowly first, then herself. “Cuddle and sleep now?” she asked. Yawning, you nodded and cuddled up closer to her. She rubbed your back as she was ready to defend you from any perves that watched. You felt safe with her. 

“I love you,” you spoke gently.

“I love you too,” she responded and kissed you gently. “Now sleep,” she added on. You was nodding then closed your eyes, cuddling up to her breasts before you fell asleep there, being held protectively. You smiled, no matter what else would happen.

[fandomnerd9602]

On a Whim

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Y/N POV:

A toaster. You were dumped for a toaster. That’s what you kept saying as you drank your coffee in the Moondance Diner. Your best friend Harley Keener was consoling you.

“I’m sorry you had to go thru that” Harley gave you a pat on the back, “but you’re a Stark! You can have any gal you want”

“I’d rather have a quality girl like-” you teared up a little just about to say her name. Harley hugs you tight.

“You gotta get back out there”

“I do?”

He reassures you, “yeah. In fact I dare you to ask out the next girl our age that you see.”

Was it some sort of fate, or divine conspiracy? Because it just happened that your best friend and fellow Avenger in training Petra Parker approached your table in her waitress outfit.

“Hey Harley, Stark, what can I order for you?” she gave you one of her thousand watt smile. The kind that always seemed to make a hard day training feel better. And then you blurted out something. Something you don’t know where it came from, it just spilled out.

“Will you marry me?”

Petra’s POV

She wasn’t supposed to be there for a shift at Moondance Diner. She was supposed to be out on a date with Laslo Allen. But he stood her up. Apparently he got too tired of her running late for dates, completely unaware that she was the Spectacular Spider Girl.

So with a broken heart, she accepted an extra shift at the diner. A bit of extra cash and something to distract her mind.

Luckily as she was in the middle of her shift, she saw you and Harley in one of the booths, sipping your coffees.

“I’ll take care of table five, Betty” Petra smiled at her coworker before heading to your table.

“Hey Harley. Stark, what can I get for you?” She flashed her smile at you.

“Will you marry me?” you asked her. Petra’s heart stopped and then fluttered. You were one of her best friends. Sure yeah you were the heir to the Stark family and a fellow teammate, but she always felt that she could talk with you, tell you whatever was bothering her. It felt real to be with you. There was already an intimacy there that she couldn’t have with anyone else. Petra couldn’t help but smile.

Y/N POV:

You were at a loss for words. Did you really just blurt out a proposal to your best friend?! The silence was deafening. Harley looked at you with a mix of shock and surprising support.

“I-I mean it doesn’t have to be like right now” you stuttered. You didn’t exactly inherit your father’s smooth talking ways. “It can be like a couple months or a year down the-”

“Yes” Petra whispered back. A small giggle escaped her lips, “yes! Yes!!”

She dropped her little notepad and pencil and jumped into your lap. How could something feel so right? Her arms were wrapped around your neck, her infectious laugh was so amazing. You held her tight.

And then she began kissing you. The sparks, the way her lips clicked perfectly against yours. You gently took a hold of her waist and held her tight in your lap, deepening the kiss.

Harley tore a napkin to pieces and threw it up like some sort of makeshift confetti. “Congrats!” he said, “I call dibs on being best man”

Petra’s POV:

She swung thru the city later that day, landing on the rooftop of her and May’s apartment. She was giddy and yet a little scared too. You and her were still seniors in high school and here she was having accepted a marriage proposal. Honestly it made her more giddy.

She crawled into the apartment thru the living room window and came face to face with Aunt May, Tony Stark, and you.

“I suppose congrats are in order” May said with her arms crossed.

“A marriage proposal? Really you two?” Tony asked.

“I’m not doing any better than her” you smiled at Petra, you walked over and took her hand. “she’s it, Dad. The most amazing girl in the whole world”

“But you’re in high school!” May countered.

“Aunt May, I didn’t say we were tying the knot today” Petra spoke up.

“But marriage that’s so reckless” Tony said but then he teared up. “Reckless? Without a care? I’m so proud of you, Y/N! You are my kid!”

Aunt May smacked Tony upside the head for that one. May approached her niece and Y/N. A small smile made its way across her aunt’s face.

“Promise you’ll finish high school?” May asked.

Petra couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll finish high school first.”

You take her hand gently, “And I’ll never leave your side”

Tony just gave a little approving smirk. He tossed a little ring over to the two of you. The one that he found you picking out after Petra went out on patrol. You slid the beautiful yet humble engagement ring on Petra’s waiting finger. She couldn’t help but cry tear of joy and kiss you again

You and Petra spent the rest of senior year studying for your exams, fighting crime and occasionally planning your nuptials. The girl who broke your heart faded in your mind, as much as Lazlo faded from Petra’s. The two of you spent time getting to know one another and grow together as best friends turned lovers. And of course, Tony was more than happy to flip the bill. Even bought you a property in Queens. A reflex he says, but he just wanted to make sure you and Petra were happy.

A funny way to tell your kids how you and Petra ended up marrying one another. But little Richard and May love hearing it. As for the Avenger side of things, the Spectacular Spider Girl and the Iron Knight still make quite an amazing team

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[losfacedevil]

It’ll Be Okay // CW JTK

a/n~ Sometimes Careless Whispers Jake comes out to play when you least expect him to.

18+ MINORS DNI: Heavy petting, lots of kissing, intercourse (p in v)

Serenia was beside herself, her world slowly coming crashing down around her as the days flew by. It had been months since Jakes initial infidelity, and all of the work they had put in seemed like it had been for naught after the previous night. A call from a local Sheriff had her in tears as listened to the laws Jake had broken, knowing full well if she let him sit there all night he’d be tossed into jail the following morning.

She had fought tooth and nail with herself. Let him sit there, stew in what he’s done. Bail him out, he’s been through enough. He won’t learn his lesson if you run to his aid like always. He might do something terrible if you don’t go get him. Ultimately stuffing her feet into her crocs and taking off in the dead of the night to get to him as fast as she could.

Watching him walk from the interrogation room to where she stood was hard. He was broken, in so many ways. Hair disheveled, the smell of booze clinging to him, and tear stained cheeks with the big red rimmed coffee brown eyes to match. She wanted to be stern with him, yell at him for being so stupid and getting his car towed - something he promised her he wouldn’t ever do. But the moment he opened his mouth and his voice began to crack, her heart shattered in her chest.

“I… I know I need to fix a lot of things. I know I keep fucking up and I know I have to work on that. But I… I’m sorry that I keep hurting you and I… understand if you want to drop me at my moms and call it. Josh can get my things tomorrow if he has to.”

Shaking her head, she rid her mind of the memory - the frown that was etched into his face too much for her heart to bare. Serenia turned her attention to Jake who sat quietly on the couch, his nose buried in his most recent read - anything to occupy his mind. She pushed herself to stand and slowly made her way over to where he sat, leaning her elbows on the back of the couch and slotted her chin over his shoulder.

“Whatcha reading?” Jakes hand visibly tensed against the page he was holding, and he swallowed thickly as he willed himself to relax. She watched as his chest rose to its limit and slowly fell, a deep and steady breath entering and leaving his lungs as he pulled himself together. Slipping the bookmark he held between the pages, he slowly closed the book and showed her the cover.

“Some book Josh thought I’d like. And before you ask, no I really don’t know how I feel about it, it’s been a struggle to really focus on.” Serenia nodded gently and pushed herself back up to her feet. She rounded the couch slowly and plucked the book out of his hand, turning at the waist to drop it onto the coffee table behind her.

Jake took another steadying breath as he locked eyes with Serenia for the first time all day, and a soft smile spread across his lips as he took on her features. She shuffled her feet softly, bumping her knees into his before she reached out - a silent request for him to lift his hands. His brows raised of their own accord and he reached up, placing his hands palm side up in front of her.

“It’s okay?” Her voice was soft as she asked and Jake nodded slightly, waiting for her to slip her hands into his. Placing a knee on either side of his hips, she slowly lowered her body into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jakes eyes grew wide and he swallowed hard as he wrapped his arms around her lower back and pressed her closer to him. Serenia leaned forward and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, reveling in the feeling of his arms wrapped around her for the first time in months.

Jakes eyes fluttered shut and he sat as still as he could, waiting to see what her next move would be. Lifting her head slightly, she began to place a trail of soft kisses along his cheek, stopping right at the corner of his mouth. He pressed his head back into the cushion of the couch and tried to catch her gaze - her eyes always giving away what she was thinking.

“I know saying I’m sorry won’t ever be enough. I know you’re unsure of the future, at least until we see Sun. But I’ll… never forgive myself for what I’ve done. I just… I love you so much I’m scared… scared of what the future holds.” Jake kept his voice light, not wanting to make his words sound like a guilt trip. Serenia knew he was sincere in the words he spoke and was slowly beginning to become receptive to his words.

“I know you’re sorry, and you will forgive yourself for prior actions and mistakes. We live and we learn and we grow. Time heals all wounds, even the biggest ones we create where we never meant to create them. I love you, Jacob… even through it all my love for you never faltered. But I just… I need you to want to get better to want to fix what’s broken, not just with your words but your actions as well…”

Jake reached up and cupped her cheeks in his hands. Leaning forward slightly he captured her lips with his, taking her by surprise. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden feel of his lips on hers, but she quickly relaxed into him and reciprocated the kiss. Her body began to react to the feel of his skin on hers for the first time in months and she panicked, pulling back from him suddenly. Their chests both heaved as they caught their breath and their pupils were both lust blown as they kept their eyes locked on each other.

“I’m sorry… I…” Jake scrambled to find the words to explain his falter in judgement. But Serenia shook her head and reached up to place a finger against his lips; silencing him. She swallowed hard and shook her head gently before slowly removing her finger from his lips. Tilting her head slightly, she began to lean forward slowly and captured his lips with hers.

Jakes hands began to roam down the expanse of her back and his fingers slipped up under the hem of her shirt, pressing her closer to his body. Serenia slowly began to deepen the kiss, letting her tongue slip out between her lips and gently parted his. Jake sighed into the kiss and slowly ran his hands up her bare sides, letting his thumbs caress the sides of her breasts.

She broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to turn her head slightly and began to press soft kisses to his cheek. Jake began to test the waters and slowly shifted his hands forward, cupping her bare breasts in his palms and teased his thumbs over her taut nipples. Her body reacted of its own accord and she ground her hips down against his, becoming aware of his arousal.

“Make love to me, Jake, please.” She mumbled against his skin, slowly beginning to place hot, open mouthed kisses to the side of his neck. Jake swallowed hard, trying to think through the cloud of arousal that danced around his mind. Serenia began to suck gently on the already sensitive skin of his neck, causing his hips to buck of their own accord.

“We don’t have to…can take it slow. I promise.” He groaned and reached up to thread his fingers through the hair at the back of her head. She shook her head the best she can and rested her cheek gently against his shoulder.

“Make love to me, please. I need you.” She mumbled against his clammy skin. Jake nodded slightly and shifted his arms so they were cradling her bottom before pushing himself to stand off the the couch. Serenia was quick to wrap her legs around his waist and secure her body to his.

“Gonna make you feel good… show you how much I love you.” Jake mumbled as he kicked the bedroom door open and made his way to the bed. Leaning forward he slowly lowered her down to the mattress and made sure she was comfortable before straightening his back into a standing position. He slowly undid the buckle on his belt, watching as she shimmied her dress up above her hips and her lacy panties came into view.

“M’gonna ruin those if you don’t lose ‘em.” He chuckled sinisterly and bent at the waist to shimmy his jeans down over the swell of his ass before kicking them off to the side. Serenia kept her eyes on Jake as he stripped his shirt up over his head and slowly pulled his boxers down his legs.

Jake kneeled on the edge of the bed and wrapped his hand around his hard dick. He leaned over her and made himself comfortable where he rested, leaning down to capture her lips with his as he slowly began to drag the tip of his dick through her slick folds. Serenia’s hands found purchase in his hair and she wrapped her fingers around the strands, effectively holding him in place against her.

He slowly reached down between their bodies and grasped himself, lining himself up with her entrance before slowly pressing forward and pushing himself into her. They both let out a hiss at the contact and a soft moan escaped Serenia as Jake bottomed out and stilled his hips.

She began to pepper kisses across the bridge of his nose, a silent plea for him to begin to move. Jake took a deep breath and slowly retracted from her until just the tip was buried inside of her before pressing back into her agonizingly slow. He kept his pace steady, savoring the moment of connection between them rather than chasing the inevitable high.

“So good to me. I’m so sorry. Love you so goddamn much.” He whispered, sweet nothings filling the spaces between passionate moans and the soft pants of breath that slipped past his nose. Serenia’s eyes remained closed as she grazed the tips of her teeth over his collarbone, a silent plea to speed up his thrusts.

Jake obliged slightly and the sound of his hips slapping against hers filled the silence around them. She began to lift her hips off of the mattress, knowing by the whimpers slipping past his nose that he was close to the edge. Her hands danced along his back and she began to scratch her nails along his skin, something she knew drove him wild.

He reached down and began to rub circles over her sensitive clit, reveling in the intensity in which she began to flutter around him, a sure tell that she was as close as he was. He slowed his hips back to the agonizingly slow pace he had originally set and turned all of his attention to her and the way her body was reacting to his thumb on her clit.

“Jake… please.” Was all she could muster as she pushed her hips up, causing him to apply more pressure to her sensitive bud. He knew by the way her nails dug even deeper into his back that she was right there and began to slam his hips into hers as she let go and covered his dick in her release.

His name was on her lips, as she unraveled around him, and he followed soon after, the most pornographic moan ripping groom his chest as he emptied himself into her. their chests heaved as they both came down from their highs and he shifted his hand upwards, gently rubbing her stomach as he slowly pulled out of her. Pushing himself to stand he walked into the en-suite and dampened a wash cloth to help her clean up.

Jake rummaged through his drawers for some comfy clothes for the both of them and helped her dress before dressing himself and laying in the bed next to her. She curled up next to him, tangling her legs with his and placed her arm over his midsection. His hand found her lower back and he began to gently rub the exposed skin of her back. He would pull his hand forward every so often to rub her stomach as well, knowing that intimacy sometimes made her uncomfortable.

“Do… do you think you’d want to… stay the night?” Jake asked, his voice holding a childlike tone to it. Serenia thought for a second before nodding her head and began to place soft kisses to his cheek once more.

“I’ll stay with you. I love you so much, Jake. I really do.” She mumbled, fighting the cloud of sleep that was looming over her. Jake pulled his head back slightly and pressed gently against her stomach, gauging her reaction before slipping his hand back to trace designs along the expanse of her back.

“We’re gonna be okay… right? We’ll get through this?” Jake questioned, pressing soft kisses to the tip of her nose. Serenia nodded her head sleepily and reached up, cupping his cheek in her hand and turned his head so she could press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“We’ll be okay soon.” She mumbled, running her thumb gently across his cheekbone. Jake let his eyes fluttered shut, the cloud of sleep looming over both of them slowly claiming them as their breathing steadied out and her hand fell from his cheek.

Tagging my CW Jake babes: @vanfleeter @writingcold @lipstickitty

[kuroneko1815]

Shatter me with a kiss or spare me my heart

Welcome to another instalment of El’s bedtime stories. This didn’t work and she proceeded to remain awake for another two or three hours. Anyway, this was based on the Descendants 3 song ‘one kiss’ that she sent me, so I guess kind of sleeping beauty. @eloise175 please go to sleep on time, or at least pretend to sleep after I send you a ficlet.

Penelope stared at Callisto, sleeping peacefully and deeply. Too deeply that it was unnerving. One would think he was dead. With the slow breaths he took, his pale countenance, and the slow beat of his heart. She was unused to such a quiet and still Prince. If anything, he was how she often wished him to be when he vexed her so.

‘Twas a curse from one of his enemies, they declared. Though she knew it was none other than his wretched, miserable, shrivelled up old stepmother who had long since chased away the emperor from her bed with her odious looks and personality that had caused this curse.

They all thought their relationship to be false and full of artifice, as though they had only put on a show. But she knew her feelings ran deep, as the saying goes ‘the course of true love never did run smooth’ or something of the sort. And Penelope loved him, loved her handsome, valiant, gentle, magnificently irritating lover of a dragon prince to the very depths of her soul and more. She would kiss him awake if only she knew it would work. If only she had any certainty that he felt even the barest of feelings for her other than amusement and fondness.

If he felt even the tiniest bit the way she had, she would kiss him true and break this curse. For surely her love would be enough to fill up what love lacked from him? But she was afraid to find out, to know, that she was nothing more than a whim and a moment in his life.

Outside those doors she knew Sir Porter waited to see his liege awake. She could walk out and lie, say that it didn’t work and let him sleep on forevermore, let her live with the delusion that he loved her and all she needed to do was gather her courage.

Or she could kiss him now. She could shatter it all, her delusions and her heart and kiss him to put an end to this farce and walk away from him and everything that reminded her of him. Let some other woman try their chance at being his true love, let her kiss be what woke him, her love be what healed the man broken by war and death.

She tried to imagine living her life in that delusion, that uncertainty always looming over her, that what if? Even if she walked away, she would never move on unless she knew. A broken heart she may have after this, she decided as she leaned closer, but at least she would have closure. Let this be the last then. “I love you, Callisto Regulus.” She said as she gathered what love she had in her for him, this insurmountably vast ocean whose depths were untold, fathoms and leagues unmeasured and unexplored, and put it all into one gentle kiss as she let what sadness linger in her eyes and heart, let a tear or two fall as she pulled away from her unresponsive prince.

So that was it then. She straightened herself. “Goodbye.”

And just as she’d walked two steps, a hand reached out and pulled her back, down she fell on to the bed and onto his chest, stunned and dazed as she looked at those piercing red eyes of the man who held her tenderly.

“And where were you to go, Princess?” He asked, voice hoarse from sleep and disuse. It had taken days for her to get the message and rush to his side after all. “I’d not given you permission to leave.”

“Your highness! You’re awake!” She cried happily, arms lacing around his neck. It mattered not that he couldn’t say it. Not yet at least. For she at least knew what he felt for her with the breaking of the curse.

Seriously though, if you have any idea how many plot bunnies, WIPs, and half finished chapters, stories, or instalments I have, you’d understand why I haven’t posted anything big recently. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. Stay healthy and safe everyone.

[gay-dorito-dust]

hey if you’re still taking billy bateson requests could you do one where him and reader are already dating but then he meets his mom and shows up at readers window crying and it’s just lots of hurt/comfort

Honestly didn’t know how to end this fic.

You were alredy experiencing a sleepless night when you heard the tapping of knuckles on glass, indicating the desire to be acknowledged and let inside. You probably should’ve exercised caution beforehand but as you tore open your curtains with haste, and exposing the inner workings of your bedroom to the darkness that lurked just outside, all you could clearly focus in on was the tear streaks on Billy’s cheeks.

‘Billy?’ You breathed.

‘Yeah, it’s me…mind letting me in? My fingers are kinda going numb here.’ He replied, his voice wavering beneath the weight of his unprocessed emotions from what transpired earlier on.

‘Oh, yeah. Sorry.’ You said as you opened the window, allowing for a cold rush of air to pass through you, causing you to conscientiously rub at your arms, whilst your boyfriend manoeuvres his way inside until he was able to fully stand inside your room. Yet his stance seemed a little hunched in on itself, he nervously fiddled with his fingers, his eyes were downcast and upset. It wasn’t until that moment that you knew what you were looking at;

A lost boy having been rejected by his mother a second time.

You weren’t given the chance to openly console Billy when he came rushing into your arms, his head tucked into the crook of your neck, where you felt the wetness of his tears streak down to your shoulder, soaking the collar of your shirt but that was of no importance to you when you held the broken fragments of your boyfriend in your arms; praying that your embrace could heal him of all his ailments and make him whole once more. ‘She didn’t want me.’ Billy cried, ‘she couldn’t even bring herself to look at me…’ the more he spoke, the more your heart broke.

‘What’s so wrong with me that she can’t take me back?’ You pulled back, soul wincing when you heard his weak whines as his arms held you tightly, deathly afraid that you were going to walk out your bedroom door, never to return for him. ‘Billy, you listen to me and you listen to me good.’ You held his face in your hands, running your thumbs beneath his eyes to dry away his tears, ‘there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. If there’s anyone who’s wrong, it’s your mother for not seeing you for the smart, sweet and beautiful boy that i see you as.’

‘Then why can’t she see that?’ Billy asked, hopelessly. He didn’t think what meeting his mother would entail, he was more transfixed on the idea of having a family to belong to, that he had long forgotten that his mother was first person to betray him and cause him detrimental effects that haunt him still. ‘Because she’s a selfish woman Billy. She only prioritises herself, no matter how many she hurts in the process,’ Billy’s eyes left your face but you moved your head to keep the contact, knowing that while this may hurt for him to hear it but he needed to hear it none the less, you weren’t going to lie to him, ‘even her own son. She left you for selfish reasonings that aren’t excusable.’

‘You won’t leave me…will you?’ Billy asked suddenly, looking at you like a frighten child and clinging onto you tighter as though you were going to slip through his fingertips like sand. God he looked so broken, even more so with the fractures of his hardened facade finally revealing the boy he truly was, the boy who still aching for his mothers love beneath, a boy who felt undoubtably alone and scared, forced into a life filled with more cold hearted monsters then kind hearted humans. ‘No Billy,’ you told him softly, ‘there’s not a chance in hell there’ll ever come a day where I’d leave you. I’m staying for the long haul, baby.’ You then began prepping his face in kisses, making him chuckle for the first time that night.

‘You wanna stay the night or do you want me to call Victor and Rosa?’ You asked him when you noticed the fatigue of today weighing on his shoulders finally taking it’s toll on Billy. ‘Am I allowed to stay the night?’ He asked almost meekly as his hand grasped at your own that remained stuck to his cheek, bringing it down to his side to fiddle with your fingers before intertwining them together. ‘You’re more then welcome to stay the night Billy,’ you tell him, squeezing his hand, ‘I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want you to. I just want you to make the decision yourself.’

Billy smiled, ‘okay,’ he says, ‘it looks like I’m staying the night.’

[daisyblinder]

Hey lovely! I adore your writing 🥹😍! I’m so happy you’re asks are open!! I’d love to request an Arthur x Reader where they are married & he is super possessive/ worried about her all the time. I know Arthur would be such a simp for his wife and so worried about every little thing she does 😩💔 I’ll leave the details to you!

Thank you so much, darling! 🧡

Arthur definitely would be so doting, I hope you like what I’ve come up with xx

Everything you don't / Arthur Shelby x fem! reader

🦋 Warnings: Cursing, violence

Covering shifts in Garrison was a pleasant job for Y/n, when the day was peaceful. This happened to be a calm day with a decent amount of patrons but not enough of the party rascals to make it overly loud and busy.

Y/n used to work in the Garrison as a barmaid but then a certain Arthur Shelby had sweeped her off her feet and her days working as a fulltime barmaid were over.

Not by his order, though he did make it clear what was his opinion about letting her try and work herself around drunken men with little to no manners.

The sound of the door has her snapping her head up from wiping the counter. A wide smile spreads to her face as she meets her husbands eyes.

”Hello, my love”, he says loudly before even making it to the counter, making sure everyone hears. Y/n shakes her head with a faux frustrated expression but she cannot wipe the smile off of her face.

She did not mind his posessive nature, she liked knowing she was a treasure to him. He still never treated her like she was an object, he listened to her, he gave her a louder voice she ever could have thought of posessing.

”Hello, darling”, she says with a soft smile before leaning over the counter for a kiss. Once they pull away Arthur remains leaning over the counter to talk to her in a hushed voice.

”Has everyone been behaving? No wandering paws? No scrapping?”, he asks quickly. Y/n shakes her head bringing a hand to his rough cheek.

”No scrapping, no problems today”, she answers still smiling. He always worried himself sick when it came to her.

She could not hide any harm from him nor did she ever have to worry about not having someone to come look for her if she didn’t come home in time. Even in the beginning of their relationship, he’d always been there to make sure she got home safely.

Arthur squints his eyes before nodding and smiling too. ”Have ta make sure me wife is alright don’t I, love?”, he says eyes shining with pure adoration.

Y/n could never get over the look he gave her, it always managed to make her heart stutter and legs give away. She still remembers the first time he set those eyes on her and she would never forget it.

Arthur taps the counter twice before sauntering to the other side of it. Y/n follows his movements with her eyes but gently closes them in contentment, when he comes to her side and reaches a hand to rest it on her hip. Thumb drawing small soothing circles against her through her skirts.

She lifts a hand to rest it over his, now opening her eyes to look at him with an expression that could only be described as love.

Their moment is broken by a man sauntering over to the bar with an empty bottle of irish whiskey. ”Another one”, he says simply setting the bottle on the counter before reaching for a cigarette.

Y/n goes to get one but she hears the sleazy laughter that leaves the man.

”You did good Arthur”, he starts speaking. ”No wonder you come here so often when she is working, anyone would for that rump, and a good fu-”

Before she can turn back around, she hears a sound of a sickening wheeze. Turning around, she sees Arthur with his hand wrapped tightly around the smaller man’s neck. Reaching her own hands to try and ease Arthur up, she goes to speak:

”Arthur-”

”Listen good, you dumb bastard, before I snap yer neck and feed ye into the gutter: You don’t speak of my wife like that, you won’t look at ’er like that, you won’t even breathe if you’re closer than 3 feet from ’er. Now you’ll say ’Apologies, ma’am, goodbye Mrs. Shelby’ and fuck off before I feed you that bottle”

Arthur’s voice is low and menacing as he finally lets the struggling man go. The man starts coughing to breathe. Quickly he collects himself, wheezing out a ”Apologies, Mrs. Shelby- MA’AM! Goodbye ma’am” before staggering out.

”Everyone back to yer business!”, Arthur booms as some customers still stare at them. With his command they turn back to their conversations.

Y/n still has her hands on Arthur’s arm as she looks around to see if anyone needs a drink. Turning back to Arthur she wraps her arms around his waist loosely. ”You shouldn’t have done that for me”, she whispers nuzzling her cheek against the fabric of his shirt.

”I don’t want you to have be afraid because the bell-ends are giving you grief. I won’t have me wife hurt, disrespected or lusted over”, he mutters kissing the her hairline. Y/n hums and leans up to kiss his chin.

”I’m yours to see, yours to kiss, yours to touch and no one else can have me in their hands and in their mercy like I want to be with you”, she whispers knowing how much Arthur liked hearing her say the words, even if they already were plain to see.

”And mine to protect, mine to take care of”, he mutters back. ”I will give you everything and anything”

”You already have, darling”, her words make Arthur smile as they pull away from their embrace so that the people won’t become uncomfortable. One of his arms remains at her waist as she holds onto the hand resting there.

”What do you even see in a bastard like me?”, Arthur asks more from himself than from her, the question sounding joking but she knew a part of it was genuine.

Squeesing his hand, she does not skip a beat before answering:

"Everything you don't"

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Later, when darkness has settled and all of our drinks are emptied, I offer to fetch another few bottles from Shane’s room at his mobile home. His place is much closer to this end of the beach than mine or Joe’s, especially since I know a shortcut that takes me through a few medium-spiky bushes and over a broken fence. It’s just a ten minute walk, maybe eight if I’m quick. 

“I can come with you,” Clóda says, “I can help you carry the bottles and all if you want.” And I think that maybe the walk will take more than eight minutes if I take the long way instead. As we walk down the beach together the wind blows gently and pushes her hair all the way out of her face. A nice face. A face I’ve been a bit obsessed with ever since I first saw her serving tables at the boat club in June. I suddenly don’t really know what to say to her in the silence of this empty beach, where there’s just her and me and the flapping of the wind on our clothes and rubbish from the day strewn all over the white sand. 

“Is work busy and all?” I manage, and cringe because it’s a stupid thing to say. 

“Yeah, as busy as it gets now.”

“Where’d you get that job?”

“My dad owns the boat club,” She pauses and there’s a silence that goes on for several seconds, followed by a creeping awkwardness that becomes so intense that it feels static. Neither of us has any idea what to say. I should have come alone, and if I had I’d be halfway there by now, but it’s already too late to turn back and take the shortcut to put us out of our misery.

“Rachel fancies you,” she blurts out, and I look at her in time to see her turn red before turning her face away from me. 

My stomach twists, “Right, okay.”

“Do you fancy her? Because if you do then she wants to know if you’ll shift her.”

Is this why Clóda wanted to walk with me, to ask me this? The thought fills me with such disappointment that I’m of half a mind to turn around and go home for the night. I clear my throat, “Um, no I don't, sorry. She seems nice though.”

“She is nice. And she says that you’re fine.”

“Well, thanks,” I glance at her, “You don’t think I’m fine, no?”

A little smile creeps up, “Why?”

“Just wondering.”

“Do you think I’m fine?”

“Yeah I do actually,” I say. “I think you’re really fine.”

This shocks a laugh out of her, “Wow, you just went and said it.”

“Would you rather I was more awkward about it?”

“I dunno.”

“See I’m not very awkward like that.”

“Probably because you don’t have to be.”

I grin and bend to look into her face as we walk, but she’s too shy to meet my eyes. “What does that mean, I ‘don’t have to be’? What do you think of me?”

“I think you were fine before you cut your hair and pierced your ears like a girl,” she says. “And don’t go being all full of yourself, because you’ve a bit of a big nose.”

I laugh, “I can have all those things and you can still like me.”

She stops at the path that leads towards the holiday village, and she’s trembling a little, with excitement, maybe, fear, adrenaline. “I think it’d be bad if I liked you, because Rachel said she liked you first.”

“Why didn’t you let Rachel come and walk with me then?”

She smiles. “Because I didn’t really want her to be on her own with you. Do you think I’m a bad friend for that?”

"She'll recover, I think."

“When I saw you on the tennis courts that first day I thought you were cute.”

“Yeah?”

She nods, “And you’re good at tennis. You’re better than all your friends.”

My palms start to prickle, “and you liked that?”

“I think it’s cool when people are good at stuff.”

I like hearing about when I’m good at stuff, and I like that she’s telling me this now, so much so that my heart is beating faster than it should. I want to ask her about what else she likes about me, what else she thinks I’m good at, but then I think maybe it’d be better if I showed her instead.

I kiss her. 

She is not surprised. She puts her hands in the right place, behind my neck and she tilts her head forty five degrees to the right and she lets me kiss her, her top lip, her bottom lip, and I try to move her with me and create rhythm and melody with our mouths and our bodies but her head is as stiff as the rest of her, and after a minute or two she releases the breath she’s been holding the entire time onto my cheek in a shuddering torrent and I realise that she doesn’t really know what she’s doing.

“Clóda,” I murmur, and I draw back and stroke her cheeks with my thumbs, where her skin is glowing and tinted blue in the moonlight, but my attempts at intimacy suddenly seem too much in contention with her awkward rigidity that I let my hands fall away from her and rest on her hips instead.

“Yes?”

“You’re supposed to kiss back.”

“I was kissing back.”

She was standing still with her mouth open like a baby bird waiting to be fed, but I know it’d be an embarrassing thing to point out to her. 

“Are you nervous?”

“A bit.”

“Can I help?”

She looks down at our feet and pushes her hair behind her ears. “I’ve kissed heaps of boys,” she insists, as though she thinks I’m about to start accusing her of being frigid. “I’m not bad at it.”

“I didn’t say you were bad.”

“I’ve done other things too, by the way.”

“I’m sure you have.”

“I’ve actually done loads. Like, nearly everything.”

“Yeah I believe you. It’s not that, I just think you were- we’re both nervous, okay? Can we go again?”

“Okay.”

“And relax.”

“I am relaxing.”

I drift in closer, “Yes, okay,” my lips graze gently against hers as I speak, and she smells nice, familiar, like coconut suncream and that sweet body spray that all of the girls at school use after P.E class.

She’s tense still, but when I tell her gently to relax she tries to, and the kiss is more pleasant, though she’s giddy now, excited, perhaps about the thought of telling all of her friends about this, and the thought of that alone, just this fantasy that I’ve invented about what she’s going to say about me later puts me off her a bit. 

I draw away from her a bit, but she steps into me keenly, afraid that my kiss will be too fleeting, “you can touch my boob if you want.”

“I’m okay.”

“No, I mean, it’s fine, I’ll let you.”

“Maybe later?”

I’ve offended her now, “Yeah, um, alright then.”

“I hope that’s cool, I’m just kind of in a bit of a rush to get to Shane’s mobile home and all.”

“Yet I get it,” though her hair flip is indignant.

“Do you still want to come? You don’t have to, I don’t mind going on my own.”

She glances over her shoulder down the expanse of the dark beach and shakes her head, “Like, no, it’s fine, we can still go together. We’re probably close to it by now, so…”

“Yeah we are.”

“Okay then,” She folds defensive arms around herself and hikes up the incline towards the village with wind whipping her top around and her heels crushing the backs of her red ballet shoes. 

“I think you’re really pretty,” I say, a bit pathetically to the back of her head. 

“Thanks.”

“Um, and, well if I’ve upset you or something-”

“You’ve not, I’m fine.”

“Alright then,” and she walks two metres ahead of me all the way to the caravan park in stony silence. 

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[hottpinkpenguin]

Hi, lovely! I'd like to request a one-shot if that's okay! I was thinking accidental kiss with Bucky x fem!reader, very fluffy <3 Thank youuuuuuuu

A/n: yayyyy my second Bucky fic of the weekend! having a lot of fun writing for him right now. hope it's fluffy enough for you anon! <3

Heights: Bucky Barnes X Fem!Reader

Warnings: none (not proofread) Word Count: 3434

You took a sip of the champagne the waiter handed you, immediately noting how expensive it tasted. 

“Really, Tony?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him and gesturing emphatically with your champagne flute. He gave you a comically sarcastic expression, feigning offense.

“What, like you’d expect anything less,” he jibed back, giving you an infuriating wink. You slapped him on the arm, but you weren’t able to keep from chuckling. He was right: it was exactly what you expected for a Tony Stark New Year’s Eve party. Decadent, lavish, effortlessly classy, and with the most star-studded guest list you could imagine. 

“Play nice with my guests, y/n/n. Miss Potts seems to need my assistance at the bar.” Your eyes followed Tony’s across the room to where his assistant, Pepper, stood behind the bar, pouring a generous glass of whiskey for Thor as he shamelessly flirted with her. Pepper certainly didn’t seem to need any form of assistance, but you knew Tony was a jealous man, and you couldn’t blame him. Thor had traded his normally out-of-place Asgardian armor for a handsomely tailored gray suit. Even though he still didn’t quite pass as human, he wasn’t as godly-looking, and you didn’t doubt that Pepper was enjoying the view, much like you. 

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” you replied playfully as you watched Tony vanish into the celebrating crowd, weaving through the admirers straight towards Pepper. You smiled softly as a surge of happiness for your friends flooded your body. You’d grown up with Tony, literally: your parents had babysat Tony whenever his parents were out of town, which, given their lavish lifestyle and Tony’s dad’s work for S.H.I.E.L.D., was quite often. And you were the one who had insisted that Tony hire Pepper. You saw in her the right combination of grounded, spunky, and bitingly intelligent that would tame Tony. And, you thought with a bit of smugness, you’d been right. Tony was saddled up and tamed, and Pepper hadn’t even broken a sweat doing it. She was an incredible woman and the perfect partner for your best friend.

“That champagne must be good,” a familiar voice said from behind you. Startled out of your daydream, you turned, smiling demurely when your eyes locked with Bucky’s. His hair, which was normally deliciously unkempt, had been smoothed somewhat for the occasion. Similar to Thor, you weren’t used to seeing Bucky without his fighting armor. He’d opted for a more understated look compared to the Asgardian, donning a dark blue suit jacket over a crisp white button down and jeans. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and your mouth went dry as you caught sight of the notch at the top of his sternum. 

Desperate to distract yourself, you furrowed a brow quizzically at Bucky. “What?” you replied, sounding somewhat dumb. He chuckled as he came to stand next to you, clinking his own flute with yours. 

“Haven’t seen you smile like that in a long time,” he explained, any note of teasing dropped from his voice as his brown eyes drank you in. You felt a blush spread over your cheeks and down your neck. You dropped your eyes from his, unable to take the heat you felt from his gaze. 

“You watch me smile a lot, do you then, Bucky?” you replied, your words a lot bolder than you felt. You took another generous sip of your champagne, grateful that Tony had shelled out for top-of-the-line booze. Seemed you would need all the liquid courage you could get. 

“Not nearly as much as I’d like to,” Bucky replied, his voice dropping low and taking on a note of tenderness that made your toes curl. You tried to hold his gaze, but that damn blush was deepening, embarrassment pulling your eyes away. You began running a finger absentmindedly around the edge of your flute. 

Sensing your nervousness, Bucky cocked his head somewhat, dipping down to meet your eyes. 

“It’s warm in here, don’t you think?” he asked seriously. You nodded, swallowing thickly. He gave you a reassuring half-smile, jerking his head in the direction of Tony Stark’s penthouse balcony. “Let’s get some fresh air.” 

Your heart tied up in knots at his suggestion. You were terrified of heights and you made it a point not to find yourself high up. Standing on a glass-bottomed balcony almost fifty floors above the New York City streets certainly wasn’t going to do anything but send you into a panic attack. You opened your mouth to say as much, but then you caught Bucky’s expression. He was gazing at you like you were the only person in the room, his eyes alight with happiness and hope. You’d had a soft spot for Bucky ever since you’d first met, and the feeling had only deepened the more time you spent with him. You suspected the feeling was mutual based on how often Steve Rogers casually tried to arrange alone time for the two of you, although there was almost always some sort of unexpected obstacle that prevented you and Bucky from being able to address your feelings head on. But now, you could see a forceful determination in Bucky’s expression that told you there wouldn’t be anymore running. How could you say no?

You nodded, your eyes wide in a mix of terror and nerves. Bucky’s face broke into a wide smile as he reached out and took your free hand, turning away from you and leading you towards the large, open windows that overlooked Tony’s balcony. 

It was an unseasonably warm evening for December in New York, although the air still had a chill to it. When you stepped into the darkness, the sounds of the party dying behind you, your bare arms immediately puckered into goose pimples. 

Bucky noticed immediately, stripping off his dark blue suit jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders as he led you closer to the edge of the balcony. You let him tuck the warm fabric over your bare shoulders, trying to force yourself to keep breathing and not look down. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, your chest tightening slowly. 

“Beautiful view, don’t you think?” Bucky asked aimlessly, although his eyes never left your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to look out towards the city, so you turned your gaze back towards the party. You were beginning to feel faint as your terror was increasing. You wished you had just told Bucky you were afraid of heights. Now that you were out here on the balcony, you didn’t know if you’d be able to get back inside. Your legs were beginning to lock up underneath you. All you could focus on - aside from the handsome man in front of you, completely unaware of your panic - was the feel of your high heels against the glass floor of Tony’s balcony. 

“Y/n, are alright?” The note of concern in Bucky’s question told you that he’d caught on to your rising fear. 

He squeezed your hand to mirror the question he’d asked you, the smile melting off his face as flirtatious happiness turned to worry. 

“Bucky… I’m sorry, I think- I need to go… back inside,” you managed to pant out as your vision started to blur. In the next instant, your legs went to jelly and you felt yourself crumple. Your mind went blank halfway down, your consciousness hovering somewhere between awake and asleep for a few moments…

…

The first thing that came back to you was the feel of warm, strong hands running along your forehead and your cheeks. Next came the sound of concerned whispers all around you. Then, a voice you knew well, distant but growing louder: “Y/n? Y/n, talk to me. Are you ok?” There was a note of fear in that voice that ran through your body like a jolt.

Your consciousness fell back into your body quickly, your mind coming out of the fog of fainting. Your eyes flew open as your head jerked up instinctively. Had your reflexes been faster, you would have registered that Bucky’s face was mere inches above yours as he brushed your mussed hair away from your face. But in the confusion of surfacing from passing out, your instincts took over. As your head lifted up from the couch you’d found yourself on, your face almost collided with Bucky’s. You were barely a hair’s width from slamming teeth with him when your jittery body gained control of itself and you froze.

In the next instant, you felt one of Bucky’s hands gently cup the base of your head, closing the distance between the two of you and connecting your lips. 

Still flustered and fuzzy from passing out, you didn’t know how to react. Your heart felt like it was about to climb out of your chest, and you couldn’t tell if the adrenaline surge in your blood was the lingering effects of the panic that had taken you over on the balcony or the result of Bucky’s kiss. 

His lips were soft and warm against yours, but you didn’t notice that fast enough. He held his lips against yours for a little more than a heartbeat, as if testing you. With your mind moving in a million directions, you didn’t register the question in his gesture fast enough. He pulled back from you, your lips separating and his eyes ducking down in embarrassment as you heard Tony’s voice break the crowd. 

“Where is she? Y/n, are you alright? What happened?” You were on the edge of reaching out to grab Bucky and pull him back towards you when Tony jostled Bucky out of the way. Tony was like a bull in a china shop, and you doubted that he even noticed what had just transpired between you and the Winter Soldier. He barreled in between you, Bucky’s hands sliding off of you and leaving you yearning for his touch as he slipped into the crowd. Tony ran a hand over your forehead, mussing over you like a protective mother.

“You’re clammy, Y/n. What the hell happened?” The all-consuming nature of Tony’s presence tore your mind reluctantly away from Bucky as your focus settled on Tony’s question. 

“The balcony… I went out on the balcony,” you mumbled sheepishly as Tony waved away the onlookers with frustration. From across the room, you heard the four piece band Tony had hired for the occasion strike up. With the music beckoning people back to their merriment, the crowd of worried bystanders began to dissolve around you, the sound of idle chatter and tinkling glasses rising back to a comfortable volume. 

“The balcony?” Tony was looking at you incredulously. He knew of your fear of heights. He’d been there the day you’d first developed your fear at the age of 6, stuck high up in a tree with a quaking, cracking branch threatening to give out under your weight. 

“What on earth brought you out there…” Tony’s question trailed off as his eyes snapped to the jacket still wrapped around your shoulders. Bucky’s jacket.

Tony’s face went dark in an instant, the protective best friend contorting his features as his eyes combed the crowd, looking for the Winter Soldier. Ever since Tony had learned of Bucky’s role in his parents’ death, his normal goodwill had dissolved into raw, vengeful rage. It had only been for your and Steve’s sake that Tony had made a very tenuous, strained peace with Bucky. 

“Tony, please don’t,” you begged, putting a hand on his arm and squeezing, forcing Tony’s eyes back to you. “He didn’t know, Tony. And I didn’t tell him.”

Tony looked at you intensely, his nostrils flaring as he tried to regain control of his anger.

“Tony, please don’t do this,” you continued, your voice growing stronger as your mind came back to clarity. The last remnants of your panic-induced pass out were fading, and now all you were left with was burning humiliation and a dying desire to find Bucky. But first, you had to talk Tony off the edge.

“For me.” You winked at Tony as you said it, shooting him a knowing smile. 

Most people who knew Tony Stark wouldn’t dare tease him when he was in a rage, but you and Pepper were the only ones who knew exactly how to pierce his defenses. It was the comfort that comes with a lifelong friendship that emboldened you to turn an otherwise serious moment into a jest. Part of you wondered if it would backfire on you, but when Tony snorted and let his shoulders relax, shaking his head softly, you knew your comment had hit its mark. 

“You’re a lovesick puppy, you know that,” he replied, the edges of his words still hot with fading anger but the danger passed. 

“I know,” you agreed, relieved that you hadn’t unintentionally incited a fight at Tony’s party. 

“You better go track him down,” Tony instructed as he stood up, holding out a hand for you. You took it gratefully, letting Tony help you up off the couch that Bucky must have put you down on. As you considered how you’d wound up moving from the balcony to the couch towards the back of Tony’s penthouse, you realized that Bucky must have carried you there. The thought increased your restless need to find him. 

You nodded in vague agreement with Tony as your eyes ran over the crowd, trying to find Bucky in the sea of faces. 

“He went that way,” Tony mumbled, pointing towards a dimly lit hallway that led back to Tony’s lab. Bruce and Natalie were leaning against the wall next to the hallway, serving as casual guards who would intercept any unwitting guests who tried to stumble in that direction. They’d let you pass, just like they’d let Bucky pass, since you were both members of the Avengers. 

Without a second thought, you let your feet carry you towards the hall. Behind you, you heard Tony scoff slightly and say something smart, but your mind was too focused to let his comment stick. You waved vaguely behind you as if to swipe his retort aside, earning a louder “Thank me later!” from your friend. 

As you marched past Bruce and Natalie, you caught the former’s eye as you quirked an eyebrow at him. Bruce nodded, already sensing your question. You breezed past him and Natalie, idly noting how close they stood together, their heads bowed together as they whispered conspiratorially and with a hint of flirtatiousness. The sight made you happy for Nat and Bruce, and it increased your itch to find Bucky. 

The party noise faded behind you as you walked down the hallway. 

“Bucky?” you called out hesitantly as you entered Tony’s lab, closing the door quietly behind you. With the door shut, you were enveloped in quiet. You hadn’t noticed how loud the party was until you noted the faint buzzing in your ears. 

Tony’s lab was dim, but you could see a faint glow from the floor below towards where the guest rooms were. Many of the Avengers called Tony’s penthouse home from time to time, thanks to a well-appointed guest wing, complete with a spacious sitting room. Tony’s lab opened onto that sitting room from the second floor. You let your feet carry you towards the light, conscious of how noisy your steps were.

“Bucky?” you called out again, wondering for the first time since you’d decided to try and find him if maybe he didn’t want to be found. 

“Here.” Bucky’s reply was neutral; neither warm and inviting nor irritable and defensive. 

“Are you alright?” you asked cautiously as you climbed down the small set of stairs that connected Tony’s lab to the common area. Bucky was sitting on a couch, a reading lamp turned on beside him, his back to you. His hair looked messier than it had at the party: he’d been running his hands through it, you realized, a tic you’d noticed in him when he was nervous. 

In reply, he scoffed, almost bitterly. “Am I alright? Y/n, I should be the one asking you that.” He turned to face you, rising from the couch as he did. The relaxed, happy smile he’d worn at the party had vanished, leaving his face contorted into something that looked almost like pain. 

You were so distracted by his expression that you barely processed his words. 

“I’m fine, it’s no big thing,” you reassured him quickly, faltering now that you were within reach of him. You wanted to rush to him, bury yourself in his arms, and let him kiss you for real this time, not the accidental mess that had happened a few minutes prior. But you couldn’t get a read on how he’d respond, his body tense and his lips pursed. 

“I should have remembered you’re afraid of heights, I never should have asked you to go out on the balcony, that was incredibly selfish and stupid of me.” His words started coming fast and furious, each syllable seeming to screw him up into a tighter state of discomfort. It took you a moment to read his emotions, but when you realized he was angry at himself, you reacted on instinct. 

Letting out a shaky exhale, you stepped towards him, grasping his hands in yours and running your thumbs on the back of his palms. 

Bucky’s words died on his lips as your eyes met. You smiled gently at him, hoping he could read in your expression that you weren’t interested in an apology. 

“We kissed. Back there,” you managed to stammer out. It wasn’t very graceful, and you felt a little childish saying it, but between the smell of Bucky’s cologne and the way the lamplight cast half his handsome face in mysterious shadow, it was the best you could manage. 

“Well… yeah, I guess we did,” he admitted sheepishly. Your smile deepened when you heard the same nervousness in his voice that you felt. You shouldn’t have been so surprised to see confirmation of his feelings for you, but it felt good and calmed your fears of rejection nonetheless. For the first time since you two had started this dance, you were about to name everything that had gone unsaid between you.

“It’s not exactly what I’d dreamed of for our first kiss, but at least it’s a good story.” You waited for Bucky to respond, wondering if he’d take the bait. He seemed frozen, chewing on his lower lip and trying to hold your gaze. Both of you breathed a little harder in the silence that followed. You moved a half step closer to him, close enough now to feel his breath on your cheeks. He was watching you, wide eyed, as if trying to pinch himself awake from a dream.

“Why don’t we try it again, Mr. Barnes?” you asked quietly, using a pet name you’d taken to calling him when you two were alone. 

Something about the nickname broke whatever dam had been holding him back. Bucky’s hands tangled in your hair quickly and needily, his mouth closing the space between you. This time, when his lips met yours, you were ready. You returned his kiss, matching the rhythm and pressure easily, you two falling into a well-choreographed embrace as if you’d done this a thousand times before. 

You couldn’t say how long you stayed like that, lips connected, enjoying the moment that both of you had skirted around for so many months. You let your hands roam up his arms and twine around his shoulders as he gripped your lower back, pulling your bodies flush against one another while his tongue teased at your lips. There was a deeper heat beginning to take root in both your minds, but for the moment, the kiss was enough. There would be plenty of time for the rest later. 

You were certain that neither of you were prepared to stop, but the sound of someone clearing their throat from the lab broke your moment. You pulled your faces away just enough to turn towards the sound, neither of you willing to break apart from how your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Steve was leaning against the wall framing Tony’s lab, a smug, self-gratified smile on his lips. 

“I told you the balcony was a good idea,” Steve said, winking at his friend before he turned back towards the party, leaving you and Bucky to ring in the New Year by yourselves…

[fireworksacrosshorizons]

Chizome x OC fan fic - Consumed

Feel free to replace my OC with Y/N if you'd like :) this will be in multiple parts but here is part one. Live Wire is her hero/vigilante name .

Warning: some foreplay/ smut mentions MDNI 18+

“Live Wire,” Recovery Girl trotted over to her “You can go home now my dear but you must take it easy for a while you hear me?” she scolded here like a grandmother. 

                  She chuckled as she was helped of the hospital bed. She still had to wear a brace for her broken ribs and she also had a drain hanging from her side. The battle was not kind to her and what made things worse was she wasn’t even hurt by the villains. It was all the heroes.  She made her way home in silence. Normally she would go speeding down the road windows down, music blasting, and not a care in the world. Today was different. She had been in the hospital for over a week and nobody came to visit her besides the brief visit of Hizashi, but she told him to stay with Shouta so that didn’t count.

                  Live wire took a deep and painful breath in as she held her ribs and put the key into the door of her apartment. She assumed  Hizashi had been over by the flowers left on the table. She placed her keys down and took a long sigh as she sat down on the couch and closed her eyes. Her eyes sprung open to the feeling of cold metal on her neck and a smirk crept on her face. 

                  “Hello Hero Killer,” she didn’t budge not giving a care he had a knife to her neck. She knew it was just a show. “What do I owe the pleasure Chizome?” 

                  “Who did this to you?” he scowled. 

                  “Not now,” she sighed and shooed the knife away. “I am awfully tired babes can we do this later where we pretend to be mad?” she chuckled briefly. 

                  “I could never be mad at you jack ass.” He crawled over to her and tilted her head up. “The person who did this to you on the other hand.” He went to speak but got shushed. 

                  “Chi, hush.” She pinched his cheek. “Not important I will take care of it myself.” She yawned. “But right now I am tired, and if I get into a fight it wont be good.” She shook her head. 

                  “Nic-“ he scowled as her finger touched his lips. 

                  “I said no….” she opened one eye and gave him a look. 

                  “Do you like the roses?” he asked softly in a very uncharacteristic manner.

                  “You?” her eyes opened looking to the roses and back at him. 

                  “I wanted you to come home to something nice.” He hovered over her and kissed her cheek softly. “Is that so wrong?” he cooed in her ear.

                  “T-thank you.” She reached up and stroked his cheeks softly. “How did you know?” 

                  “Word travels my love.” He still remained hovering over her not wanting to hurt her and lay on her wounded torso. “and your apartment may be secure but its not hero killer proof.” He chuckled. 

                  “Maybe I don’t want it to be.” She ran her fingers gently through his hair. 

                  “God’s I’ve missed you.” He nuzzled into her neck and crawled beside her breathing her in. 

                  “I was worried Chi, I heard everyone was broken out. I had hoped you wouldn’t get caught again.” She gently pulled the hair tie out of his hair and let his raven locks cascade down his face. “I would kill for you Chizome.” She whispered and ran her tongue across his bottom lip. She saw him start to lose his composure slightly which made her smirk. “The things I would do to all the people that have wronged you and took you from me.” She shook her head and cradled his face in her hands. “I’d be behind bars instead of you.” She kissed his lips softly as his face turned red. 

                  “I-I wouldn’t let you. You deserve a better life than that.” He kissed her again. 

                  “You know I’ve missed you too?” she stroked a strand of hair from his eyes and tucked it behind his ear. “Ever since the day we met Chizome Akaguro you have taken a piece of me with you that I was unaware I gave at first.” She chuckled deepening their kiss. She opened up her mouth to the kiss letting his tongue slide into her mouth as their tongues danced together her grip tightened on him. “The things I’ve thought of….” She whispered in his ear and bit down gently.           

                  “N-ngh… Nicolette.” Sweat dripped down his neck. He was trying so hard to be a gentleman to her but she made it so hard. All the blood in his body drained to in between his legs and he knew he either had to leave right now or he never would. 

                  “Don’t you dare.” She cooed in his ear. 

                  “I-I don’t want to hurt you.” Part of his face was hidden by the bandana he wrapped around his face to cover where his nose was. She reached up and her grabbed her wrist. “N-no.” he shook his head. 

                  “Nothing I haven’t seen before love.” She stroked his face gently. 

                  He shook his head being to embarrassed and he laid back down burying his face into her shoulder. His breathing became erratic as he held her hand gently stroking it with his thumb. “Y-you are so beautiful Nicolette Allistair. God what I wouldn’t do for you. Part of me hates you.” He stated which got a slight reaction from her then he continued quickly. “I never wanted to feel for anyone the way I feel for you.” He still was unable to look her in the face. He was embarrassed by his behavior. “Dammit, the things I’ve done.” His face turned bright red at the thought of him pleasuring himself. 

                  “and what have you done baby?” her voice was coated in honey as her fingers gently massaged his scalp. “Im sure ive done worse.” She chuckled and had a shit eating grin on her face. She felt his pants tent between her thighs as she held him closer unable for him to push away. “Don’t be embarrassed.” She kissed his neck gently feeling the pulse under her lips quicken. 

                  “I-ive…” he let out a choked word and stopped. Chizome was far from a shy man but when it came to this woman, he was as good as mush. 

                  “Tell me my love.” He couldn’t comprehend her gentleness towards him.

                  “I touched myself.” He admitted and held onto her back gently as her rubbed the small of her back. 

                  “And what did you think of?” she cooed. 

                  “Y-you, just you.” His face was still in the crook of her neck as his hands began to shake. A tear escaped his eyes as he held her closer. He looked down at the drain hanging from her side, the bandage over her eyes, beneath her clothing he felt a brace around her ribs. If he wasn’t in jail, he would have died protecting her. 

                  Nicolette noticed his silence and kissed his forehead. “Hey, get out of your head I am right here.” She moved away from him and cradled his face in her hands. 

                  “N-nic,” the tears he fought hard to fight rolled down his face. 

                  “No, Chizome. Not for me.” She kissed him tenderly. “You had nothing to do with this.”

                  “G-gods I wanted to protect you from the SCUM THAT DID THIS TO YOU.” His anger came out but not towards her, never towards her. 

                  “Chizome,” her voice pulled him back to reality. “I am right here. Talk to me.” He nuzzled into the gentleness of her hands and laid on her chest. He listened to her heart beat and traced his fingers along her shoulders. She was alive and in her arms but it didn’t feel real to him, how could it?

                  “I thought of you Nicolette.” He broke the silence. “You are all I can think of. You have consumed me since the day I met you.” 

                  She chuckled softly. “You think you have not done the same to me?” she rubbed his back gently. For a moment all the pain in her body seemed to disappear and it was just him and her on the couch. That was all that mattered. 

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