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so-mordor-itis · 2 years ago

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Never Out of Sight

Synopsis: Leon finally returns home after a rough week of work, and you're there to welcome him. He's allowed to feel normal for once and ignore his responsibilities, going back into a world that did not have a use for a gun at every turn. Though, he still awaits that inevitable call that will burst his bubble of normalcy and force him to leave again.

I got inspired by @uhlunaro 's Enough series, and honestly, I got a lot of angst planned, so I decided to give Leon fluff instead! I'm also trying out a different style so I apologize if it feels different than my usual formula

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Kinda edited, I finished it at like 2 a.m., so apologies. Also, there's suggestive content in here if you don't like that kind of stuff

The click of a lock echoed throughout the living room. Leon entered the threshold with a sigh, removing one of his boots and tossing it to the side of the front door. The other followed shortly, landing on the ground with a thud. It was still early in the morning, the apartment still a grayish color as the sun barely began to peek out. He wondered if you heard him; it would be hard not to. He was a bit careless, but with the way his muscles ached and yelled for rest, he couldn't help it.

The apartment smelled of cleaner and air freshener. You had probably just done some spring cleaning–he could easily imagine you worrying about him as you scrubbed dishes and mopped the floor of the kitchen. Guilt entered his system, and he decided pondering on that would make him feel worse.

The most obvious thing to do was shower, and immediately after climb into the bed you two shared to grab you close and hold you until you groaned at him to let go because he was stronger than he thought. His heart ached now, wanting that more than ever.

Though, his screaming muscles won. Once he laid eyes upon the couch, he fell on top of it. Leon told himself he could shower later before succumbing to his exhaustion.

–

He was home. You knew he was home because the air of your apartment was different. The smell of rust and his stale cologne greeted you once you opened your eyes, and your heart felt full. You were slightly disappointed he didn't settle next to you for his rest, but you figured he must've had an incredibly exhausting week. You wouldn't give him too much shit for it.

After contributing to your daily routine, you entered the living room to find his sleeping form. Leon was still in his work t-shirt and jeans, even forgetting to take off his socks. He had one of his arms draped across his eyes, and soft snores were escaping him. The last time he was this exhausted, he slept till 4 in the afternoon. You supposed this would be a similar case.

Nonetheless, the last thing you wanted was to wake him. He was a bit of a grumpy bear when he never got enough rest. He'd never admit it, but he hated feeling tired. Made him feel strange, as if he couldn't do anything.

You poured yourself a cup of orange juice–quietly of course–before glancing at him again. Your eyes ran over his form, watching the way his chest fell and rose.

"Welcome home, Leon." You whispered. For once, you felt at peace. He came home to you once again.

II.

The rest of your day consisted of working from home and reading. The thought of turning on the TV and waking him made you feel bad, so you decided it was time to stop procrastinating on your work and actually be productive.

You had just finished your latest outline when you heard shuffling in the living room. Your heart leaped with anticipation. You were wrong with your estimation, but you were glad he got sleep regardless.

"Sweetheart?" His voice called to you.

You couldn't contain the smile that was curving. "Coming," you replied.

The moment Leon saw you exit your office space, his eyes softened, and he instinctively pulled you into his arms, a groan of satisfaction left his lips. He needed to see you bad, and you felt it.

“Long week?” You asked, voice muffled against his shoulder.

“You have no idea.”

You didn’t, with Leon having to be secretive about certain details of his job, but you didn’t want to pry into it. You knew he was a hard worker, and that’s all you needed to know. Though you would’ve been lying to yourself if you said you enjoyed the fact he came home with bruises or broken bones. At least now, as you looked at him, observed his face, you couldn’t find any noticeable injuries.

“If you wanna talk about it, I'm here, you know."

“I’m just happy to see you, that’s enough for me.” Leon mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Don’t wanna talk about it anyway.”

“If you insist,” you said to him, a hint of teasing in your tone. You slipped from his arms–a noise of protest coming from Leon in the process–to open the fridge. “Are you hungry?”

“I practically slept half the day, so, yeah,”

“Well,” you said, scanning the contents of the shelves. “We have two options: Takeout or–Leon,” you grumbled, watching as his arm came into view. He grabbed the milk carton, but he didn’t have it long since you swiped it from him.

“What?” He looked slightly startled.

“I know what you’re gonna do,” you pointed an accusing finger. “you’re gonna drink it straight from the carton–what are you, a heathen?”

“How did you know that's what I was going to do?” He pouted a little, and you had to fight the urge to kiss him. You were supposed to be irritated at him. You couldn’t let his stupid, handsome face win this time. "I could've been on my way to grab a cup."

You sighed. “You’re not very sneaky. You left the cap sitting on the counter last time."

“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.” He tried to nab it from you, but you were quicker than him. You knew his tricks.

“You have germs, Mr. Kennedy, don’t contaminate the milk.” You smiled at him.

“I have germs, huh?” There was a glint of mischief in his eye, and it made your stomach flip. You knew what that look meant. Leon stepped a foot closer to you, and you suddenly felt nervous.

“Leon,” you warned, unable to contain yourself from letting out a small laugh. “Don’t you dare–”

He was fast, too, proving so by catching you by your waist when you attempted to flee. You squealed. His warm breath tickled against your cheek as he let out a chuckle, clearly amused with himself. When he started to place kisses all across your face, you jabbed him in the abdomen. It didn't phase him.

"Hey, that could have hurt, you know," he said, cupping your face to plant an actual kiss to your lips. "I could've been bruised there."

You grinned at his taunting tone. "You would've said something." God, you loved him. More than anything.

He kissed you again, bringing you closer before picking you up bridal style. You let out a squeak at suddenly being off the ground. "Hey!"

He gently plopped you on the couch, hovering over you, love now clear in his azul eyes. Your heart melted. "God, I missed you." He admitted. "Promise me you won't ever change, sweetheart."

"Not even with a gun pointed to my head," you told him.

He kissed you again, harder. You swore he knew exactly what to do to everytime to bring you to your knees, to make your legs feel as if they were made of jelly.

Welcome home, Leon.

—

III.

You forced him to shower after your excursion. At first, he grumbled, mentioning his aching muscles, and getting up was not in his itinerary.

"If your muscles were aching," you commented, "You certainly didn't show it earlier."

"Well, that was different."

"Leon, you should shower, you stink."

"You certainly didn't say anything earlier." Leon used your own words against you. You felt him smirk, and you lightly smacked him. He was currently laying his head on your chest, your fingers fiddling with his hair–he loved when you did that.

Eventually, he did remove himself from you begrudgingly. It gave you a view of his body; the scars on his legs, arms, back. It painted a picture of what he went through, of what he had done, had sacrificed. It hurt to look at him sometimes because it reminded you that there were some scars you couldn't help him with.

III.5

That night, you swore he held onto you just a little bit tighter. Perhaps hoping you wouldn't be awake to notice.

Something happened during the last week of work, but he was trying so hard not to show it.

IV.

A few days of serenity passed. Leon had offered to actually try cooking for once, but you didn't let him. The last time he tried it was on your one year anniversary and he wanted to make pancakes. The ending result being black, hardened pieces of charcoal. You remembered the smell lasting for a week, and he apologized for causing trouble.

You had done the cooking, much to his dismay.

("I wanted to at least do something while I can. I don't know when they'll call me in."

"Well, if you're so inclined, you could always do the dishes afterwards, Lee."

"I meant something for you."

"That would be doing something for me!")

You had been working in your office, Leon catching up on the news, as you heard a phone ring from across the hall. Your heart dropped, knowing it was his work phone.

You tried to ignore his voice answering it with business, grasping onto the last bit of time you'd hear it echo throughout the apartment.

He leaned against the doorway moments later. He sighed, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, they uh–they need me back."

You shrugged. "It's okay. I already figured anyway."

"It's really not okay, but duty calls." He had the same look of dread in his eyes whenever he was called back into work. You had told him maybe it was best to leave, to possibly find something that would be better than what he had. He only shook his head, not elaborating why. "I'll try to come back as soon as I can."

You wanted to put on a brave face, to simply smile at him and tell him to go ahead without any worries in your heart. You couldn't.

You got up from your seat and wrapped your arms around him. He returned the gesture greatly, once again kissing your temple as he buried his nose into your hair. "Just come back in one piece, yeah?" You said, voice cracking to your displeasure.

"I'll always come back to you." He affirmed, tilting your chin up. "I'd fight through hell if I had to."

"Don't forget I love you."

"How could I?"

–

You watched as he grabbed the boots he had flopped on the floor, grabbed his keys, and grabbed that stupid phone that filled him with dread. And you watched him as he kissed you a gentle goodbye.

As he was about to leave, you called him. "Leon,"

He turned to you without a second thought.

"I love you."

His face melted from serious to bittersweet. "I love you, too. More than you know."

He left soon after, taking your heart with him.

The house felt empty again.

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authorhjk1 · 1 year ago

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Doctor's Orders

Kim Bora and Kim Yoohyeon X Male Reader

This isn't what you agreed to. Not at all.

After the long flight, you only want to relax. Ahin left Paris two days earlier than you, having to attend a fashion show and some other scheduled events. While walking through the airport, you picked up two gorgeous women. It was surprisingly easy. Although you now start to realize that the older one might have picked you up. She was very straight forward to say the least. And even when the younger one, who seemed a little shy, suggested the roleplay stuff, you still agreed.

You sigh as you look around the "waiting room". What did your horniness get you into now?

The place is clean, and a couple of chairs have been set up around the living room. On the table is standing a glass of water, which you got after making an "appointment" at the front desk. Front desk? More like their kitchen counter.

The younger girl disappeared after handing you the glass. She walked into the room on your left. The other woman took the room further down the hall. You don't know how long you have been sitting here now. 10 minutes, in which nothing happened.

You shake your head in disbelief. Why do you always fall for this kind of stuff? You are really glad that you don't have many female business partners. They would all use this to their advantage. You feel like, since you came to Korea, your need for sex has drastically increased. And you doubt it's because of the different climate.

"Mr (l/n)?"

You look up from your phone, seeing the young brunette step out of her room. Her cute, innocent face is quickly replaced by a mischievous one as she bites her lip, looking at your rolled up sleeves which expose your forearms.

"Please come in for your appointment."

"Thank you."

You are still not really sure how to react. This isn't an actual visit to the doctor. Usually a nurse would show you to the doctor's room, not the doctor herself. You remember the argument the two girls had over this topic vividly. They both wanted to be the doctor desperately, because a doctor is more sexy than a nurse in their eyes. At the end, they both decided to be doctors.

"Please have a seat, Mr (l/n)."

You sit down on the small operating table aka one of their desks, which has been cleared of their stuff. The hard wooden surface is covered with a blanket and a pillow, so your back won't hurt as bad after a while.

The young brunette sits down in a chair in front of you.

"Our nurse told me, you have certain difficulties."

She bites her finger after talking, glancing at your lap.

"Yeah."

You still have to get used to this. Roleplay was never really your thing.

"Would you like to elaborate?"

It feels kinda weird to say it out loud. But the way the young brunette looks at you, makes you cooperate. Her body is worth participating in this stuff.

"I-I have a problem with my...."

You subtly point at your lap.

"Oh. I see."

She gives you a sweet smile. The older girl told you to be a like a shy patient. You hope you are doing well.

"I-I can't stop cuming."

"What do you mean?"

As if she is listing to a really interesting story, the Korean girl rests her chin on her hand.

"Everytime I see a beautiful woman, I have to... You know?"

You try to look embarrassed, which honestly isn't very hard right now.

"Is there anything else?"

Of course there is. The older girl told you what to say.

"I-I cum too much. The last time I slept with my girlfriend, she almost drowned in it."

"Is that so?"

The brunette leans back in fake surprise. Your cheeks become red, not because you are shy, but because of the exaggeration.

"Why don't you lay down for now and I will take a look?"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Of course. I'm a doctor after all."

You lay down on the table, before watching her walk closer.

"You said you do that, whenever you see a beautiful woman, right?"

Although she sounds kinda professional, you do hear her curious undertone.

"What about right now? Do you have the urge to...?"

She still gives you a sweet smile, but her hand is doing one particular motion. You hesitate, trying to find out, what would turn her on the most.

"Don't be shy, you can tell me."

Dr. Kim puts her hand on your chest as she stands next to you.

"I'm your doctor."

Of course you would. But you wouldn't stop there. You would pull that white coat off her shoulders, and make her lie down herself. The open coat shows more than a doctor would usually accept. The knitted crop top underneath is see through alright. Her black bra is holding her breasts, which seem to be perfect handfuls.

She slightly leans over your face. Her exposed midriff looks like a work of art. You almost reach out to touch her tummy. You wonder what it would look like, if you would cum on her.

(Author's note: Don't mind the ears.😅)

"I-I do."

You finally answer. Yoohyeon's eyes visibly darken with lust.

"You think I am pretty?"

As if she has done this a hundred times, her hand reaches out for the zipper of your jeans.

"You are gorgeous."

"Come on. Please stay professional."

She gives you another sweet smile. The fact that her toned midriff is a little closer to your face now, didn't escape your notice.

Kim Yoohyeon slowly pulls your pants down. They are still around your thighs, but she is already hooking her slim fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers. Her eyes, which were locked on yours earlier, are now glued to your crotch.

"It looks like you have a rather BIG problem."

Yoohyeon bites her lip. She is unable to hide how wet this all makes her. She loves roleplaying. And this scenario makes her want to get pounded like there is no tomorrow. She knows that her body is build to be fucked. To be admired and then used like a toy. To be worshipped, before being sprayed with load after load of cum.

When she looks into your eyes again, she knows that that's exactly what you want to do to her. And you see the sparkle in her eyes, telling you to do so.

Once Yoohyeon finally pulls down your underwear, she eyes your cock hungrily. Still trying to be professional, she pretends to examine it. Although you know she is just looking for an excuse to touch it.

To get a better view, the young brunette is now kneeling on the desk, your legs underneath her. She leans down and takes your dick into her hand, still staying in character.

You can't take your eyes off her cleavage. Yoohyeon's tits are slightly pressed together by her arms as she leans on the left one, while the right is reaching for your cock. You are already hard enough for your cock to stand up straight as Yoohyeon only holds onto your tip.

"Do you take any medication?"

You shake your head. Her chest makes it hard to concentrate.

"How often do you cum in a day?"

You shrug your shoulders. The older girl gave you an exact number.

"Maybe ten times?"

Yoohyeon bites her lip once more. You can feel her hand slowly closing around your tip.

"I bet you cum buckets."

Her thumb plays with your tip as she looks down at it.

"This is kinda unfair, you know?"

She looks down on you.

"What?"

"You saw my private area, but I didn't see yours yet."

You try to keep that shy patient persona.

"That's not really professional."

Her cheeks turn a little red.

You notice that she has begun to slowly stroke your cock. She starts at the tip and it feels like ages, until her hand reaches the base.

"But it might help, doctor."

Yoohyeon pretends to dismiss the idea.

"You are pretty after all. I can't control it."

You see her blush again.

"Am I so pretty that you have to see me naked?"

You nod slowly, looking into her eyes.

"I would love to see your pussy, doctor."

Yoohyeon blushes harder then before. She keeps her coat on, but slowly undoes the button on her brown pants.

"I mean,"

She opens the small zipper and you can see that your doctor is not wearing any underwear.

"a doctor should treat a patient as best as she can."

Looking through her zipper, you see Yoohyeon's neatly trimmed hair. You catch just a glimpse of her lower lips, before she starts to pull down her pants.

She is still hovering on top of you, which means, she can't get her pants off completely either. You take hold of her waist with both hands and lift her up. Yoohyeon giggles as you put her down right above your face. Due to the movement, her coat has fallen in front of her center.

Parting it like a curtain with both hands, you hold onto her waist once again. Yoohyeon's pussy is on display for you as you admire its beauty. Her lips have a slightly darker tone compared to her skin. You can already see that she is tight, without even having to touch her. Her clit is partially hidden underneath the upper part of her lips. Her neatly trimmed hair has a darker color than her dyed hair.

Slightly tilting your head, you swipe your tongue along Yoohyeon's pussy. She sighs as she feels your hands moving around on her skin. You smack your lips, before sucking a little on her lower lips. She doesn't taste as sweet or fruity as the other girls. But you can't deny that it's equally delicious.

"Oh god."

Yoohyeon moans, when you finally let your tongue flick against her clit. Your right hand still holds onto her waist, while the left travels up her midriff. You feel the hardness of her abs underneath her skin as you keep stimulating her clit with your tongue.

"Holy-"

The brunette's breath hitches, interrupting her words. Your fingertips reach her knitted top and dive underneath. From now on, you start to suck on her clit, occasionally flicking it with your tongue. The pressure on her pearl makes Yoohyeon feel hotter and hotter on top of you.

"Yoohyeon feels hot."

She moans as your hand reaches her black bra. You are surprised she is talking about herself in the third person.

While your tongue and lips keep moving around and against her clit, your hand roams around her bra. Only the soft fabric separates your fingers from her sensitive nipples.

"Yoohyeon feels good."

You hear her sigh as you reach underneath her bra. This is a first for you. No one ever talked like that during sex. But for some reason, Yoohyeon is able to pull it off.

As your hands cup her breasts underneath her bra, the brunette slowly starts to grind against you.

"Your doctor wants to ride your face."

Her moans become louder as she does what she announced.

Slowly, the woman on top of you starts to ride your face. Your thumb grazes her nipple as her head falls back.

"Yoohyeon is gonna cum!"

You do your best to hear her moan her own name, when she cums. You suck and lick the brunette's clit, while your left hand keeps squeezing her tits. Your right hand has reached her ass by now. You hold her right cheek as you control her pace.

The young girl's hands are both buried inside your hair, holding onto it as if she is actually riding a horse. Her hips buck wildly. She loses her rhythm.

"Yoohyeon cums!"

With a loud shriek, Yoohyeon announces her orgasm.

After hearing her say her own name, you didn't expect anything else out of the ordinary. That's why you were unprepared. Without much of a warning, Yoohyeon begins to squirt. As she cums violently, her juices drench your face. You feel your hair getting wet as you have to close your eyes.

When Yoohyeon finally stops, you feel her pussy rub against your lips.

"More please."

Yoohyeon sighs as you open your eyes again.

"Make your doctor cum again."

You wonder if it's possible to drown in this situation. But as you look at Yoohyeon's body on top of you, you decide to take your chances.

With both of your hands on her waist, you pull the young brunette even closer. As she starts to ride your face, you begin to eat her out.

The pillow underneath you, your hair and your face are all wet. But you still can't have enough of Yoohyeon's pussy. One of the young girl's hands is now in tangled with her own short hair, while the other is keeping your hand on her ass in place.

She makes you squeeze her cheeks occasionally as she rides your face. Moan after moan falls out of her mouth, one dirtier than the other.

"Does your doctor's pussy taste good? Do you want her to cum all over your face again?"

You answer all of her questions by drawing the word you would like to say on her clit.

"Yes."

The brunette doesn't stop. She keeps asking more questions, enjoying the feeling of your tongue on her pearl.

"Is Yoohyeon a good doctor? Does she take good care of her patient?"

You answer her silently.

"Oh fuck."

She sighs as she feels her second orgasm approaching.

"Yoohyeon is going to cum on your face again."

Her breathing becomes faster.

"Please make Yoohyeon cum!"

You squeeze her ass one last time as you eat her out, making her orgasm for a second time.

"Fuck!"

You feel like you are standing underneath a waterfall.

Yoohyeon's legs buckle and she falls down on your knees, right in front of your cock. Her juices drench more than just your face. Your shirt is soaked in a matter of seconds as her cum makes you completely wet.

"Do you always cum this much, doctor?"

You tease the brunette as you start to enjoy this roleplay stuff.

"Only with a patient like you."

She is still breathing heavily as she is lying on your legs. Her back pressing against your knees.

You are about to say something, when you hear a nock on the door. You and Yoohyeon lock eyes.

"Dr. Kim?"

"Fuck!"

Yoohyeon whispers and tries to get off of you. Participating in the roleplay, you start to pull your pants up. The brunette does the same as she gets off the desk. Just as the door opens, she manages to straighten her coat.

The black haired woman in the door looks at the both of you. She is wearing a white coat herself. A stethoscope is hanging around her neck.

She didn't close her coat either, showing off her skimpy top. A black bra is visible underneath. Her exposed skin seems flawless like porcelain.

"What is going on?

Kim Bora sees you lying on the desk. Your face and shirt, the pillow and the blanket are wet. Yoohyeon's face is still a little flushed after experiencing two orgasms in a row. Her hair is disheveled, due to her hand in her hair earlier.

"Dr.Kim! How many times have I told you, how clumsy you are?!"

The woman who just walked in, glares at the other one, before she scans you up and down. Your face is still completely drenched and your shirt is soaked.

You see SuA's eyes rest on an empty glass on the small nightstand nearby.

"I-I just tripped and spilled some water on him."

Yoohyeon bows at her college.

"I'm sorry."

SuA shakes her head.

"Aish. How did you even pass the doctor's exam?"

The younger one blushes in shame.

You are surprised at how good their acting is.

"Have you been fooling around with a patient again?"

Yoohyeon shakes her head.

"No, unnie."

"Then are you at least treating him properly?"

SuA crosses her arms in front of her chest as she watches Yoohyeon nod.

"And what does he have?"

"He has a problem with his intimate area."

You stay quiet, enjoying the show. After all, you don't usually see two insanely hot girls argue like that.

"What's wrong with his cock?"

Raising an eyebrow at the other doctor's choice of words, you see Yoohyeon's face flush.

"He seems to have too much cum inside of him."

SuA nods.

"I see. And how did you plan to cure it?"

You see the older woman take a step closer towards you.

"I thought of some medications maybe?"

As the older girl shakes her head, you know what kind of treatment she is going to propose.

SuA takes another step towards you, standing right by your side. As she leans down, you admire her face, which is just as breathtaking as the other doctor's.

"The only proper way to cure him, is to make him cum as often as possible."

"But he said he already cums pretty often."

The brunette, still a little shy, has folded her hands in front of her core, glancing only once in a while in your direction.

"How do you cum?"

The older doctor focuses on you.

"I-I usually jerk off, because my girlfriend can't keep up."

"I see."

SuA's finger taps her chin as if she is trying to figure out an insanely hard math problem.

"I think I have a solution for that."

She looks at you first, then at Yoohyeon.

"How much pounding can your little body take?"

"E-excuse me?"

Yoohyeon looks at SuA in surprise.

"I mean, how long can our patient fuck and cum in you, until your body gives up?"

"R-right now?"

If you weren't hard before, you definitely are hard now. Since you saw them at the airport, you imagined yourself fucking the two of them. But hearing SuA talk like that, makes your imagination about Yoohyeon more vivid. Especially after seeing and tasting her pussy already. You do wonder the same thing. How much pounding can Yoohyeon's body take?

"Of course right now. Why would he need to make an extra appointment, when he is already here? Just let yourself get used as a cum dump."

SuA's unfiltered language makes you want to do just that. Use Yoohyeon's perfectly sculpted body as a cum dump.

Looking closer, you see a small dark spot form on the brown fabric between her legs. Her lack of underwear exposing her inner desires.

"Don't be shy, Dr. Kim. This is a normal treatment."

SuA leans down to get a better look of your face.

"What do you think? How many rounds can you go before you are satisfied? Are you going to destroy her pussy before you coat her whole body in your cum?"

You have to hold yourself back to not just jump off the desk. To not grab Yoohyeon by her waist. To not bend her over the table. To not fuck her brains out, until she is a whimpering, cuming mess, your cum leaking out of her.

"I'm not sure if this is really professional."

Your doctor snickers at your remark, her black hair falling into your face.

"I told you," her fingers dance over your pants. "this is normal. If we don't treat you know, you will have to come back three times a week."

She nods towards her colleague.

"Do what you want with her."

"Really?"

Your eyes leave SuA's face to look at Yoohyeon. The brunette is just standing there. Her hands are still folded in front of her, hiding her entrancing midriff. She is unaware of the small wet spot on her crotch, which is slowly, but constantly, growing. You see her bite her lower lip, but avoid your look.

Now that it's finally time for you to enjoy that body of hers as much as you want, you actually don't know how to start.

"Don't worry, sir."

SuA pats your thigh, her hand dangerously close to your crotch.

"Don't think about pleasuring her. Our patients always cum first."

The older girl looks at the younger one.

"Come here, Dr. Kim."

Yoohyeon shyly tugs her short, brown hair behind her right ear, before walking a couple of steps closer.

"Time for you to be his personal cum dump."

You watch SuA reaching out for Yoohyeon's crotch. The older girl starts to undo her pants. The brunette keeps her coat on as you watch her pants fall to the ground. Once again, you are blessed with the sight of Yoohyeon's delicious snatch. The small strip of hair, right above her clit, seems to act like an arrow. As if it's saying "here is the treasure".

Unable to hold back any longer, you get off the desk. SuA flaunts a satisfied smile as she sits down on the chair, which Yoohyeon sat on earlier.

When you reach the brunette, you kiss both her cheeks. You wanted to do that, since the first time she smiled at you. Subconsciously, your left hand finds its way to her pussy, while your right is holding her chin up.

Yoohyeon closes her eyes as she gets attacked at two different places at once. Her lips part slightly, when they meet yours. Her thighs rub against your arm as you dip your fingers into her honey pot.

"No need for formalities."

SuA interrupts your small make out session.

"Just use her already."

You take a step back from Yoohyeon to look at her flawless body one last time, before turning her into a mess. The brunette looks up at you. And although she still seems coy, you do see the way her eyes sparkle slightly. How her lips curl upwards in a small smile.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Dr. Kim."

Your words make Yoohyeon bite her lower lip.

You spin her around, making her coat twirl around her. Pushing her towards the desk, you bend her over it.

"Finally some action."

Under SuA's commentary, you hike up Yoohyeon's coat and admire her firm ass. You let your hands roam her soft skin, until they both reach her tiny waist. Only now, you actually realize how petite Yoohyeon is, in comparison to you. You wonder if SuA just wanted to turn you on earlier, or if it was a sincere question. Can Yoohyeon's body take your pounding?

Time to find out, I would say. Without having to say a word, you already feel SuA's hands on your belt. She quickly removes your pants, like she did with Yoohyeon. You step out of them, your cock now resting between Yoohyeon's cheeks.

The brunette's head is resting on the desk as you align your dick with her pussy. You feel its wetness on your tip.

Yoohyeon moans into the blanket, when you finally push inside of her.

"Damn, you are tight."

It isn't an overstatement. Yoohyeon's pussy is as tight as her body. You wonder, how many people already used her body like this. She is build to be used like doll, so you guess you aren't the first one.

With every thrust, Yoohyeon's walls seem to suck you in. With your hands on her tiny waist, you pull her towards you, everytime you move forward. At first, you promised yourself you would cum all over her tight midriff. But now, once you have gotten a taste of Yoohyeon's pussy, you wonder if you could pull out in time. Whatever! You just have to cum twice then.

"Oh my god!"

Yoohyeon sighs as her eyes are shut tightly. While you pick up the pace, you make the desk shake a little.

SuA sat behind you at first. Now, she is sitting next to Yoohyeon on the desk.

"Wow. I'm sure you are the biggest she's ever had."

A whine from Yoohyeon confirms SuA's theory as you thrust into her harder.

Small red marks appear on the brunette's skin as your hands hold her slim frame in place. Her head is being rocked back and forth on the desk. SuA changes her position from sitting to kneeling to get a better look. She leans over Yoohyeon's upper body and places her hands on the younger girls ass. Spreading her cheeks apart slightly, SuA watches you railing Yoohyeon from behind.

"You are really stretching her out. Fuck."

You can only agree, feeling the brunette's walls around your cock.

"Please don't stop."

Yoohyeon's whimpers become louder and louder. Her eyes are still shut as her left cheek is pressed against the desk. Her hands are holding onto the blanket as if she is afraid you are going to pull her off it.

"Fuck Yoohyeon harder!"

You listen to the brunette as SuA keeps her eyes glued on the action beneath her.

"Make her take it."

SuA winks at you, before leaning down. As you fuck Yoohyeon, you watch SuA letting a string of saliva fall out of her mouth. You feel it hitting the lower part of your cock, before you push into the younger girl again.

Yoohyeon has become quiet and so you look up to look at her. Her face is now completely buried in the blanket. You wonder if she is still able to breath. She is biting into the fabric, trying to prevent herself from screaming. There is someone else in the room next to this one after all. But that's something for another chapter.

"You rail her so good."

SuA coos as she watches you fucking Yoohyeon further and further into the blanket. Slowly, Yoohyeon's feet lose their grip on the floor. As you make her legs feel like butter, her feet slide away from underneath her.

The brunette's hands open and close in fists as you slightly lift her off the ground. She is hanging in midair, her head still buried in the blanket.

You see SuA biting her lower lip as she prevents Yoohyeon's coat to fall over, and cover her ass. Apart from her sweet face, her art like midriff and her tight pussy, it's one of Yoohyeon's most admirable assets. It definitely doesn't compare to Sohee, but it's nice and firm.

You slap Yoohyeon once or twice as you feel her walls closing around you further.

"Yoohyeon feels good! So good!"

The brunette starts moaning loudly again as you make her cheeks sting.

"Yoohyeon is gonna cum soon!"

She whimpers into the blanket and you focus back on holding her waist, to fuck her harder. SuA takes over with visible enjoyment. Her hands find Yoohyeon's cheeks again and again as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoes through the room.

"Yoohyeon cums! Yoohyeon cums!"

The brunette's body breaks down for the third time. SuA's work has already left red marks on her ass, which match your own on her waist. Yoohyeon shakes her head, face still buried into the blanket. You feel her pussy contracting around you. Her juices spill out of her again. They coat your cock even further, spraying the wooden floor as well. As much as Yoohyeon squirts, her pussy is surprisingly dry in comparison. She is still wet enough to fuck her properly, but she isn't as wet as you expected. That changes now as she now almost drowns your cock in her juices.

"She isn't much of a doctor. But she has talent in being one needy slut."

SuA's cheeky comment makes you think about fucking her as well. Her face and figure are just as alluring as Yoohyeon's. The older girl's tits seem to be bigger, which makes you glance at her cleavage more often than appropriate.

As you catch your breath from pounding Yoohyeon off the floor, you get caught by SuA.

"No, no, no. What a naughty patient, looking at your doctor's tits."

Before you can protest, the older girl has already gotten off the desk. While you are still inside Yoohyeon, SuA takes your hands, positioning them around her own waist. Almost standing on your toes, SuA looks up at you.

"Come on. Take a closer look."

You glance down, seeing how SuA's top is being stretched by her breasts. Her black bra is at least one or two sizes bigger than Yoohyeon's.

"What do you think about your doctor giving you a nice, comfy titfuck?"

That is definitely something you would never say no to. SuA seems to agree, not even waiting for your answer. She gets on her tiptoes, whispering into your ear.

"I bet you want to cum all over them."

She looks down, pushing them against each other with her hands, creating an even bigger cleavage.

"Coat my tits in your cum, baby."

You never thought it would be so easy to pull out of Yoohyeon's pussy. Although it tries its best to stop you from leaving, you eventually turn your full attention towards SuA. Yoohyeon is still recovering as you watch Sua getting on her knees in front of you.

You originally planned on cuming inside of Yoohyeon's tight snatch, but SuA's chest looks too inviting to pass up on.

"Let's get you nice and wet, sweetheart."

The older girl takes your cock into her mouth. Still coated with Yoohyeon's juices, SuA makes it even messier. You sigh as you feel her tongue twirl around your tip, while her hand strokes your base.

You see Yooheon move again, while SuA sucks your cock. The younger girl sighs as she now fully lies on the bed. She watches her band mate giving you head, her eyes barely open after having just orgasmed on your cock.

You focus back on SuA. She gives your cock one last wet kiss, before guiding it underneath her skimpy white top. You feel your dick glide under her black bra as the Korean girl pushes her tits together. SuA begins to move up and down, sandwiching your cock in between them. You feel her soft skin and the rough material of her bra against your dick. Watching it slide through her cleavage, you can't help but moan. When she presses them together like this, SuA's tits are so big, they almost engulf your cock.

You never expected it to feel this good. This is probably the first proper boob job you are receiving. SuA's tits are warm and soft as your cock glides through them.

"Do you enjoy your doctor's tits, baby?"

You nod as you have to hold onto the desk behind her. The older girl gives you a knowing smile as she keeps going. She moves up and down on your cock, making it slide in and out of her cleavage.

"Imagine how you cum all over my tits. You deserve it, good boy."

Her endless name calling makes you weak. The material of her bra creates a great contrast to the smoothness of her boobs.

Whenever SuA lowers herself, to wrap her tits around your base, she keeps her eyes on your tip. Sticking her tongue out, you feel it brush against you occasionally.

"Fuck."

You groan, knowing that you can't keep standing for long. A familiar feeling is spreading in your crotch. Your hand moves from the desk to the back of her head. Whenever she leans down to lick your tip, you try to push her a little further.

"Such a needy patient. You can't get enough of your doctor's tongue, can you?

SuA coos as her tits glide along the length of your shaft. That feeling inside of you builds up more and more.

The Korean girl lets some spit fall out of her mouth. It lands on your cock, before she starts to spread it all over your cock with her tits.

"I'm gonna cum soon."

You sigh as you feel SuA's tits around you. The feeling is amazing. You can't believe how good this feels. Because her bra and her top are keeping your cock trapped between her breasts, SuA only has to push them together. It makes it easier for her and makes you feel even better.

"Cum for me. Cum all over my tits."

SuA purrs as she watches you from her kneeling position. She enjoys the emotions, which play across your face. She is a person who enjoys making her partner feel good almost more than her own pleasure. Yooheon could tell you more than enough stories about that.

The younger girl is now scooting closer after your announcement.

Both of your hands are holding SuA's head as you slowly start to trip over the edge. She can feel you twitch between her tits.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum for me!"

You shoot your load all over her cleavage. Your cum lands on her tits and her white top, staining it in the process. A few drops reach SuA's collarbone.

"Wow."

Yooheon watches with wide eyes as you cum all over her friend. She can feel her pussy reacting to the sight. SuA kneeling in front of you, your cock still underneath her top and bra. Your cum is marking her tits and clothing as she leans down to wrap her lips around your tip. SuA cleans off the remaining drops of cum from your cock as Yooheon watches. The younger girl wants to go for another round. She almost needs it. She needs to have you fuck her again. And this time, she wants you to cum on her as well.

"Please fuck Yooheon's slutty little pussy again."

She whines, unable keep her desires in check. Although you just came, you know that you don't have a choice. SuA's tongue and her tits make you hard almost as fast as they made you orgasm. The way she looks, coated in your semen, makes it immensely easier to prepare yourself for another round.

"Mmmm... You taste so good."

SuA purrs as she lets your tip escape with a pop. Licking her lips, she looks down at herself.

"This is still a lot of cum."

She scoops up some of it, which was sticking to her tits, before sucking it in as if she is enjoying some noodles.

"Use her some more. Just treat her like a cocksleeve."

You are surprised how SuA talks about the younger girl. But Yooheon is already lying on her back, her legs spread invitingly. Except for her pants, the brunette still has all her clothes on as well. She shows off her tight midriff as she pushes her doctor's coat to the side a little. When she reaches down, you watch her parting her pussy lips for you.

"Please use me. Fuck me and cum in me or on me as much as you want."

You step closer, before aligning your cock with her pussy once more. She moans loudly when she feels you enter her again. You thrust into her slowly and deeply. Your hands are on her waist, holding her in place as you fuck her. Your thumbs slightly press onto her toned stomach, making her moan in delight. Yooheon's eyes are now closed, enjoying the feeling of your cock inside of her.

As she starts to move to your rhythm, you feel the brunette's legs wrap around you, pulling you further towards her. You feel her pussy getting tighter as you move faster. SuA is now sitting on the desk as well. Leaning against the wall, she is sitting behind Yooheon, patting her head, which she put onto her lap.

"You take his cock so good, Yooheon. You are a good doctor, aren't you?"

The brunette nods, her eyes still shut tightly.

Your hands move down to her ass, grabbing a handful of it. It makes her hips lift off the blanket, which enables you to penetrate her even deeper. Yooheon's reaction is immediate as her moans increase in volume.

You pull her further towards you as you trust into her harder, feeling her pussy getting even tighter around you. The young girl is getting louder, moving her head from side to side as you fuck her.

Yooheon's eyes open, looking into yours. You can see her lust for you in her eyes, the same lust that you have for her. A sultry moan escapes her lips, voicing how much she loves the way you plow her.

"Are you going to cum all over her as well?"

SuA licks her lips as she looks up at you, feeling Yooheon's head being rocked back and forth in her lap. Her top is still stained and the few drops of cum she hasn't devoured yet are sticking to her chest.

"On her abs. I'm gonna cum on her abs."

Yooheon nods wildly at your prediction.

"Please do! Please cum on Yooheon's tummy!"

The brunette reaches her arms out and grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. You continue to thrust into her, loving the feeling of her tight pussy around your cock.

"Oh!"

Yooheon moans.

"Im so close."

You feel her pussy getting even tighter around your cock. Her moaning becomes louder, matching the speed you are fucking her with.

"Make her cum. Make your doctor cum all over your cock again."

SuA makes you thrust harder into the tight girl underneath you. You can feel her pussy squeezing your cock even tighter. You can tell she is about to cum, her body starting to shake. You reach your hand down to her clit, rubbing it gently.

That's all it takes. She screams out loud as her body shakes, her pussy gripping your cock tightly.

"Yooheon cums! Yooheon cums!"

You can feel her pussy spasming around your cock, trying to milk you dry. You let go of her ass and grab onto Yooheon's soft thighs, pulling her towards you. Her pussy keeps milking your cock, keeping it hard to hold onto reality yourself.

Yooheon's orgasm pushes you over the hill as well. You thrust into her contracting snatch one last time, before pulling out.

"Mark her with your cum."

SuA says excitedly as she watches you pulling out. When you cum, you do what you planned on doing, since you saw Yooheon's toned figure. You start to shoot your load all over her tight midriff. More and more of your cum hit her white skin.

Yooheon moans as she feels the warm, sticky fluid on her stomach. Some of it falls into her belly button as you make sure to coat as much of her body as you possibly can.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous."

You pant as you admire your work. Yooheon's tight tummy is full of your cum. The white streaks glisten in the lamp light. The brunette's smile lights up her face as she enjoys your cum on her body.

SuA jumps into action, leaning over Yooheon's tired, cum covered body.

"Such tasty cum."

You hear her murmur, before you watch her lick your jizz out of Yooheon's belly button. The older girl laps up some more, before moving in, to give Yooheon a kiss. The two of them make out, pushing your cum from one mouth to the other and back.

You watch them, unable to do much more. You already came a lot before this appointment. But, as said before, that's something for a different chapter.

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Hi, everyone!

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. While writing this, I honestly fell in love with Yooheon's midriff. I'm not sure why, I obviously knew how she looked before. But something changed while writing.

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #dreamcatcher #yoohyeon #kim bora

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bakiuwu · 2 years ago

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The Odd Traits Of A Hanma

This is a silly idea that I've decided to turn into a little series, based on a hc of mine that Baki,Jack, and Yujiro all have similar traits due to their Hanma blood, despite all of them being different. This fic is kinda like a case study if you, the reader, were in some type of relationship with one of the three and what odd behaviors you would experience with each Hanma.

The following traits you will experience with each Hanma are:

Staring problems

Unnerving sleeping patterns

Accidental stalking

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Staring problems:

All Hanmas have staring problems, Hanma's like to stare at someone who their interested in/in love with. Either if it's innocent, unconsciously, or intentional. All three hanma have this issue, but each of them have their own way of displaying this odd behavior ----------------------------------------------------

First Subject

Baki Hanma:

While being with baki, you may experience a habit of him staring at you. maybe while you're reading a book or doing the dishes, you can feel the soft but heavy gaze coming from the less threatening Hanma as he sits in the living room. You're able to sense his eyes following your every movement. At first, you dont mind when he does it. You think it's cute, honestly.

Him being enamored by your very existence of doing the most mundane things. Wanting to watch your every step, It made you feel special in a way. Like his eyes were only made for you. One day, while cleaning in the kitchen, you came up with the idea to stare back at him while he does his usual staring, You put down the dish you were working on and being to stare at your silly boyfriend. You surely thought as soon as you meet his gazed, he'll shyly look away and joke about how you might think hes a weirdo for staring at you so much, ya know something to share a giggle over.............but..........he doesn't look away.

You stare straight at him, and he doesn't even blink....hes just....staring at you with a cute smile. His expression was soft, as like if he was in true bliss. You didn't know how to feel about it, it was cute but also.....creepy. You walk towards him while maintaining eye contact, thinking to yourself "....maybe he unconsciously stares... right?" You get closer to him, His pupils expanding wider as you kneel down to his level. You're now sitting in front of him, only a small space between the two of you. You gulp quietly, "uhm, baki....are you there?" his smile grows wider."Of course I'm here. Where else would I be? he innocently says while leaning closer. You nervously chuckle. " Heh....you sure do love to stare....heh."

Baki continues to stare deeply into your eyes for what felt like an hour. You weren't even sure if he was breathing anymore, making you feel even more unnerve. He slowly wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, "Only at the things that I love," he says softly. He nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, letting out a small "hmmm."

You slowly return the hug, still not knowing how to feel about this situation. You nervously chuckle to yourself. "......aw.....how um sweet of you baki.....heh". The two of you hug for what felt like a decade, the only sound being your breathing and his heart beating. You realized you needed to pee." Hey, baki?.....I need to use the bathroom." He didn't say anything at first, but he slowly begins to release you from his hug, removing his head from your neck, still staring at you with those big innocent eyes.

"I love y/n," he's says so softly it was almost like a whisper. Your expression softness, despite how odd he's been acting. You take a deep breath and smile softly. He might be a little odd, but he's still your boyfriend. "I love you too, baki." You give him a small kiss on his forehead.

You can tell it caught him off guard. He starts blushing and cheesing like an idiot. You get up and head off to the bathroom, still being able to feel the loving gazed of your cute but odd boyfriend.......Baki Hanma

------------------------------------------------------- In conclusion, baki's staring isn't meant to be creepy.....he just enamored by you and wants to watch your every move.......it's innocent.

In the next part, we will go over how Jack Hanma displays this odd behavior

#baki the grappler #baki dou #son of ogre #baki hanma #jack hanma #yujiro hanma #baki headcanons #baki x reader #Bakiowo hcs

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leilani-lily · 9 months ago

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~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 5)

I'll admit, I had this finished a while ago, but couldn't post until now. I have a confession to make... my long term boyfriend of 6 years split with me a couple days ago. And it's been... hard, to say the least. I'm really hoping this wont deter me from continuing to write (especially since this story is kinda romantic, but also isn't? There's deep feelings involved xD) I hope maybe writing can maybe help me as it serves as a distraction? I honestly don't know... All I can ask for is patience as I deal with this. If I find I need a break I'll be sure to let you guys know. But I guess for now, please keep me in your thoughts if you can. Or if anyone wants to swap stories I'm more than happy to share. ꨄ But ok. Enough sadness. This chapter was a joy to write before all the bs happened. I hope it can make you smile! And as always, please feel free to comment your thoughts! SYNOPSIS: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. You settle into hotel life, and whip up Alastor's fave dish! But some drama ensues when you get a little too friendly with a certain Spider Demon~ Word Count: 4.4 K Chapter under the cut! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You had developed quite a routine here during your time at the hotel, and you certainly found your days a lot busier than you had intended.

Your morning coffee with Alastor that usually blended into breakfast, then joining him in his tower for his broadcasts. He’d always pour two glasses of rye whisky and sit with you, asking for your thoughts afterwards. You’d discuss what you liked and didn’t like, and were surprised to learn he took criticism well (other than the occasional eye twitch). You’d bounce off new topics for future shows together before wrapping up and heading back down to the kitchen for the lunch rush.

After lunch was usually when Charlie would want to round everybody up. Either discussing how to make the hotel more liveable, how to recruit more sinners, or various exercises to improve everyone’s character. Sometimes these meetings were very boring and you’d have to pinch yourself constantly to stay awake. But for the most part they were fun, and you found yourself actually enjoying spending time with everyone. Especially goofing around with Angel and Husk, which usually resulted in Vaggie snapping at you all as you choke back laughter. Sometimes you would catch Alastor watching you with an unreadable expression, but you didn’t think anything of it.

When that would wrap up, it was time to whip up dinner. You managed to figure out everyone’s favourite foods, and every Friday you decided you’d rotate through and make someone’s special dish for them. Everyone enjoyed Friday dinners, always trying to guess what everyone liked, make bets on who was next, and were especially pleased if it was their night. It wasn’t much, but their praise always made you secretly feel warm and bubbly inside.

Finally, after cleaning everything up and ending your shift, you’d have some spare time. Depending on how the day went, you would either read and have a quiet night to yourself, or just completely pass out straight away.

Before you knew it, a month had flown before your eyes; bringing you into the present.

You knew you had no reason to be so nervous. Angel had loved his lasagna dish last week, and previously Charlie loved the pizza you had made (even if others had picked off the pineapple in disgust). You had proven you were a good chef since working here. But this Friday meal in particular… this one was different. It was Alastor’s. Your closest friend. And you knew just how important this particular meal was. It wasn’t just a dish, it was a memory. A way to remember his mother, and you had learned very quickly just how much she meant to him.

Your heart was fluttering nervously as you put the jambalaya out on the large dining table. No one was there yet, but you could hear the chitter of excited demons coming closer to you, so you knew they were on their way. You always tried to make Friday’s dinner special, it was the one meal where you all sat and ate together. Kind of like a little family. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, your heart fluttering warmly at the thought. You went back to the kitchen to grab the cheddar biscuits, your mind wandering back to Alastor. You shouldn't be overthinking this, it’s just a stupid dinner. Did his opinion really matter that much to you?

You re-enter the dining room, and your eyes immediately locked with the demon in question. Alastor’s smile seemed to brighten the moment he saw you, but his smile only made your hands sweaty.

…… Yes, yes his opinion really did matter that much. You really wanted to make a good impression.

“Ooooh and ya baked fresh biscuits??” Angel had zipped up beside you, eyeing the plate of goodies in your hands, “ya really know how ta spoil a demon Baby Cakes!” His fingers danced over a biscuit, causing you to snap out of your hold with Alastor and give Angel a quick slap on the wrist. He zipped his hand away in mock horror, making you snort a moment.

“You know the rules; no eating ‘till everyone’s here,” You scold him, but you can’t help but smile; you could never really be angry with him. Angel groaned dramatically, hugging himself with his four arms.

“You’re a cruel mistress y/n; makin’ a cutie like me practically starve to death! Jus’ look at me! I’m witherin’ away!” he leans up against you, arching his back as his full weight pressed on you. You let out a single laugh as you tried to maintain your hold on the plate and not fall over. He continued to groan weakly as his one arm grasped the air above him and another flopped over his eyes.

Wow. Someone give this guy an award. No wonder he was in show business.

You laugh again at the dramatics and roll your eyes. Finally, you sighed and grabbed a biscuit, offering it to the Spider Demon. Angel peeked over and immediately lit up, grabbed it eagerly before standing up straight, miraculously recovering from his ‘near death’. He took a deep whiff of the warm bread before smiling back at you.

“Yarra real doll toots~” he gives you a flirty wink to which you shake your head in amusement. Always the charmer this one.

“Yeah yeah, well, just don’t tell the others. Or else they might think you’re my favourite~!” You swing your hips to him and give him a playful hip bump, winking right back. He laughed as the nudge pushed him to the side, using the momentum to walk to his seat. But as he sauntered away, he looked back and grinned mischievously.

“Well maybe they should~!” he called back, doing a little suggestive shoulder shimmy and wiggling his eyebrows. You couldn’t help your snort. Cheeky thing.

You knew it was all in good fun; teasing and play-flirting had become your thing. He was like the gal-pal you had never had since coming to Hell, and you could tell he was happy to have a girlie here at the hotel. You knew his real bestie was some demon named Cherri (which he INSISTED you all had to go out one night), but having another chica just a couple rooms down from his own was fun and convenient. And you were happy to be that friend for him if it meant slumber parties and beauty routines.

You felt someone’s eyes on you, and you snapped out of your bubbly thoughts. Alastor was standing in the same spot he was before, not having moved an inch. He was still smiling, but this time it felt a little more strained. More forced. And his eye twitched ever so slightly. You also noticed his grip tight around his microphone. He caught you looking at him and immediately turned away, beginning to walk back to his seat with an unreadable expression.

… That was weird.

Before you could even begin to process, the rest of the gang entered the room. They all gave you a greeting in their own quirky ways as they arrived and made their way to their seats. Angel shoved the rest of the biscuit into his mouth to hide any evidence and happily trotted over to Husk. You smiled happily at the arrival of your comrades and set the tray of bread down on the table. Everyone looked at the spread before them and chittered excitedly, impressed with the effort you had put into tonight’s dinner.

As everyone sat down, you quickly made your way to your seat beside Angel. Before sitting down, you cleared your throat a moment to get everyone’s attention. As the happy chatter died down, you began to speak.

“First off, I’d like to thank everyone for joining in today’s special dinner. Today’s meal is inspired by our very own Facility Manager, Alastor.” Everyone clapped politely and Charlie even gave a small whoop of encouragement. Alastor sat up proudly from his seat at the head of the table, loving the attention he was getting.

“I’ll admit, I was a bit intimidated with tackling this particular dish, as we’ve all heard him boast about his mother’s recipe.” There were a couple chuckles scattered around the table, everyone very aware of how much he spoke of it. Husk in particular rolled his eyes and muttered quietly in disdain.

“I realize I’ll probably never meet up to her standards,” you look back at Alastor and give a sheepish smile, “but I sincerely hope it’s to your liking.” Alastors smile widened ever so slightly, his hooded gaze softening at your words.

“My dear,” he marveled, his eyes never leaving yours, “the fact that you were kind enough to take the time to prepare it with me in mind already makes it wonderful.” You felt your hand press up to your chest, your fist curling up tightly near your heart. Alastor always knew what to say to make you feel better. He could be really gentle when he wanted to be.

“Yea, and not only for ol’ Smiles ‘ere,” Angel spoke up, making you look down at him, “But you’ve made some bitchin’ good meals fer all of us.” he gestured to the crowd, gaining various murmurs of agreement and praise. You looked at everyone and their smiling faces and could feel your chest tightening.

“Seriously, Sugar, ya freakin’ amazing.” Angel continued, giving you a warm smile. He suddenly grabbed onto his glass and raised it high, giving everyone a cocky grin. “Let’s hear it for y/n ya filthy sinnars!”

Before you could comprehend, everyone had raised their glasses and gave a cheer of encouragement. You looked out to everyone and their genuine happiness and support, at a loss for words. You had organized all of this simply because you wanted to, but you had to admit, being recognised felt really good. A warmth began to spread into your chest, and a lump formed in your throat.

It… wow, it had been so long since you’ve had friends like this.

You did your best to blink back tears at the gesture, not expecting to get so emotional over all of this. As you took a moment to acknowledge everyone, your gaze finally turned to Alastor.

Oddly enough, he wasn’t looking at you, but he was looking at Angel. His eyebrows were tight as his grin stretched in an uncomfortable smile. You could tell he felt your gaze, cause soon his eyes flicked up to you, catching you watching him. In the blink of an eye, his expression softened as he grabbed his own glass, raising it high and giving you a heartening look. You shook the strange feeling from before and smiled back at him, grateful for his appreciation.

The excitement settled down as everyone started serving themselves, the smell of the cooking becoming too much for everyone to ignore. You finally sat in your chair and reached out for Angel’s hand. The Spider Demon looked to you in surprise for a moment, taking in your smiling face.

“That was really sweet of you to say Angel,” you whispered, your grip on him tightening for a moment. You could feel yourself choking up again. “Seriously… Thank you.” Angel's face softened as he twisted his hand so it could grip on to yours. He began to open his mouth to respond.

In a mere moment, you could feel your chair lurch backwards, a panicked yelp escaping your throat as your hand was ripped out of Angel’s. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing, looking at you in surprise. Angel turned in his seat and looked at you stupidly.

“... What the fuc-?”

Angel didn’t even get a chance to finish his statement as suddenly everyone chairs in your row shifted to the right, causing everyone to cry out and grip onto their seats in fear. Everyone on the other side of the table looked on in disbelief as their friends were shuffled around.

To your surprise, while everyone shifted right, you slid to your left at lightning speed, the chair scraping loudly on the wooden floor. You suddenly jolted to a stop, and you held on for dear life at the force in which you were moving. Before you could recover, your chair lurched forward, propelling you back to the table and new place setting.

… Right next to Alastor.

You gasped in surprise, your heart racing in shock as you felt your knuckles turning white from gripping the seat so hard. You noticed something flicker beneath you, and your eyes managed to catch something. A shadow with a familiar Cheshire grin shimmied away from the feet of your chair before melting into the shade of the table.

Your head whipped up to Alastor in disbelief. The Radio Demon had just finished serving himself jambalaya, not even looking in your direction as he tapped the serving spoon against his plate. With a cool expression, he turned his head to you and tilted his head to the side, as if nothing had happened.

“... Jambalaya~?” He pointed the spoon to the pot and looked at you expectantly.

Everyone stared for a moment, the room eerily quiet.

“.......... Alastor what the actual FUCK was that?!” Angel suddenly exploded, clearly very upset that his bestie was now 2 chairs away from him. Everyone else in your row nodded in agreement, perplexed at the sudden change in seating. Alastor didn't turn his head, nor look at Angel. The Radio Demon simply took your plate and began serving you the ride dish, his expression surprisingly calm and attention only on you.

“Just say when dear~”

Your eyes darted from Alastor to Angel, unsure of what to even do or say. Angel’s face scrunched up into a scowl, clearly displeased with being ignored.

“Hey! Freaky Face! I’m talkin’ to ya!” he growled, his hands tightening into fists. Alastor continued to ignore the spider, continuing to serve you as if it was just the two of you in the room.

“My my, hungry now are we y/n dearest~?” Alastor grinned cheekily. You were still so dumbstruck, your gaze finally fell to your plate and you quickly realized just how full it was getting. Awkwardly looking between Angel and Alastor, you softly murmured a 'w-when'. Alastor gave a hum of approval and tapped the spoon on your plate before setting it back down in front of you.

“Hah, ok Asshole. I see how it is.” Angel chuckled darkly to himself, “I get it. Ya just hate ta see anyone else gettin’ cozy with our little chef. I’ll admit, I didn’t take ya for the jealous type.”

That seemed to catch Alastors attention.

It was only for a moment, and only you were able to catch it sitting so close to him. But you noticed the Radio Demon’s pupils flash, and his one eyelid twitch as his smile grew dangerously wide. But in an instant, Alastor calmed his expression and was back to his suave self. Taking a breath, he finally turned his head to Angel.

“Oh please.” He drawled, his eyes looking at him with boredom, “I simply figured it only made sense for our wonderful chef to sit next to the demon who inspired tonight’s dish. Wouldn’t you agree y/n~?” He turned his head to you and slowly leaned in, giving you a pleasant smile. You felt your heart leap at suddenly being caught off guard, unsure of what to say.

“I, ah, well-!”

Everyone's eyes were on you, and you suddenly felt very self conscious. Being put on the spot like this, and feeling as if you had to choose between your two friends, it was becoming very overwhelming. Unbeknownst to you, Charlie looked at you with such pity, and felt her own blood begin to boil at the situation these men put you in. Placing her hands on the table, the Princess of Hell rose from her chair, her face suddenly very authoritative.

“Both of you need to stop this nonsense.” She stated, looking down at both Angel and Alastor disapprovingly. “Y/n put a lot of effort into making this dinner special; and I won't allow you to ruin it over something so petty!” She continued to glare at them judgingly before turning her attention to you, giving you a quick comforting smile and nod. You felt your shoulders relax and smile back at her, feeling grateful for her support. She really was growing into her royal title.

Angel had his arms crossed and was clearly still pissed, but there was a mix of shame in his eyes after being called out. Alastor’s face remained surprisingly calm, turning to look over at you. He noticed your posture and expression, his eyes calculating as he assessed the situation. Finally he turned back to the table.

“Our Princess is right of course~!” He smiled, lifting a hand and placing it on your shoulder, “I would hate for all of dear y/n’s efforts to be neglected. She has worked so hard; let us forget about all this nonsense and enjoy this wonderful meal~!” His eyes slid to Angels and gave him a hard stare. The Spider demon glared right back, his jaw tight and eyes furrowed with hatred. But after glancing at both you and Charlie, and seeing your faces, he finally grumbled in defeat. With a huff, Angel reached for another cheddar biscuit and slouched in his seat, ending the feud.

You finally released the breath you were holding as everyone shrugged their shoulders and returned their focus to their plates. You felt Alastors grip on your shoulder tighten for a moment, making you turn to him.

“Are you quite alright my dear?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question. Despite the calm look on his face, you knew he wouldn't be asking if he wasn't genuinely concerned. You sighed and felt a smile spread across your face, giving his hand a pat in reassurance.

“Yeah, I’m ok Al,” you started, beginning to shake your head and grin as you thought about the shenanigans he pulled earlier. “But seriously, there’s no need to be so jealous. If you want to sit beside me, just say so.” You looked up to him playfully, your previously conflicted emotions melting away. Alastor stared at you for a moment, his eye’s lidded and giving you a blank stare before turning to his plate. Removing his hand from your shoulder, he picked up his utensils and was suddenly very focused on his meal.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about y/n~” he replied. He scooped up a spoonful of rice and shrimp. You could feel your eyes crinkling as you watched him knowingly.

“Uh huh~” you smirk.

The Radio Demon ignored you and took his first bit of jambalaya. Your grin slowly began to fall as you watched him pull the spoon out from his lips, your previous nerves from earlier settling in again. You watched his expression with baited breath as he tasted your cooking.

His appearance didn’t change much; his eyes looking down at the food beneath him, eyes flickering over the plate. After a moment, his eyelids sank down closed as he continued to chew, allowing all of his senses to focus on the flavor. You could feel your leg begin to jiggle anxiously; seriously it was sad how badly you wanted this man’s approval.

The demon lifted his head and gulped his mouthful down, eyes still closed and lips in a small pressed smile. You held your breath as you waited for his verdict. Alastor’s smile grew wider as he lowered his head back to the plate, opening his eyes and looking fondly at the dish below him.

“Well well~” he chuckled, finally turning his head to you and giving you an impressed look, “I have to admit, this is as close as anyone has ever gotten.”

You felt your heart stop.

Is he shitting you right now?

“Of course,” he continued, scooping another spoonful and inspecting it, “it is missing a few things; she’d usually add sausage as well, and probably a bit more spice to it.” he looked fond for a moment, seeming to reminisce to days gone by.

“Nevertheless, it does still taste like home~” He took another bite and once again closed his eyes, savoring the flavors.

You felt lighter than a feather.

Of course you knew you’d never get it exactly right. But holy crap you were so relieved that it met his expectations. You were so giddy you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from squealing, practically doing a little happy dance in your chair. Satisfied with Alastors response, you grabbed onto your own spoon and began to happily dig in.

You were so carefree in your own little world, you didn’t even notice Alastor sneaking a glance at you. Or how his lips curled up ever so slightly at your antics before turning back to his plate.

The rest of the evening went on without a hitch. Everyone gorged themselves until they were ready to burst, and complimented you on such a flavorful meal. You were so flustered with all the praise; despite the little quarrel that had happened earlier, you couldn’t have been more pleased with how the night went. And you felt more confident with your cooking now that you had Alastor’s official stamp of approval.

The group of demons eventually began to trickle out of the room, ready to immediately flop onto the closest comfortable furniture they could find. You giggled at their behavior and wished you could do the same, but you still had to clean up before you could clock off work. With a final stretch, you turn back to the table and are surprised to see Alastor still in his chair, leaning back comfortably and eyes closed.

“Truly a wonderful evening y/n dearest,” he sighed, opening a single eye to look at you, “There’s something about dining with a group of folks that brings out a certain camaraderie, don’t you think~?” You sighed happily as you approached the table.

“Honestly, it was something I had forgotten I had missed since coming to Hell,” you smiled, beginning to stack the plates and collecting utensils. “I’m just happy to do my part in getting demons to open up more and earn everyone’s trust.”

Alastor said nothing in return, simply watching you as you accumulated the dirty dishes. His eyebrow quirked up before he finally raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Shadows emerged from under the table, making you gasp and almost drop your stack of plates. The same shaded goons from your first week at the hotel appeared beside you and began collecting all the dishes. You begin to tumble over words of protests, but they didn’t pay attention to you as they continued to clean, one even grabbing the stack in your hands and waddling to the kitchen.

“Alastor!” you laugh, turning to him in bewilderment, “Call your minions off; seriously I can clean all of this up myself.” But the Radio Demon merely waved a hand to you as he rose from his seat.

“Don’t bother arguing with me my dear,” he sassed, “You’ve done more than enough tonight; consider this my way of thanking you for a marvelous feast.”

You sighed at him, slightly annoyed. But you had to admit, you were grateful for his help. Today had surprisingly taken its toll on you, physically and emotionally, and you were so tired from it all. You smiled up at him, rocking back and forth on your feet sheepishly.

“... Thank you Al. Honestly.” you paused for a moment, thinking about everything he had done for you in the month you’d been here. And asking for nothing in return. It was out of character for him.

“I just…” you sighed, making Alastor tilt his head quizzically to you. “I just want to say I’m thankful for everything you’ve done for me. You gave me this job, helped me settle in and feel comfortable, and because of it all I even got to make new friends…” You saw Alastors eyes narrow for a moment and you had to bite back the knowing grin. You cleared your throat and continued.

“But I hope you know,” you hummed, “that I’ll always consider you my first real friend down here. And that I’m really grateful to have been given this chance to get close to you.”

Alastor looked at you long and hard for a moment, the air between you calm and quiet. His static sound shuffled for a second before he finally straightened his back and stood taller, his lips pressed together into a large smile. The red demon glided over to you, and softly patted your head, shaking his head in amusement.

“Ohhh y/n, y/n, y/n,” he sighed, opening his eyes and quirking an eyebrow, “I do often wonder how someone like yourself ended up down here.” Now it was your turn to cock an eyebrow as you gave him a cheeky smile.

“Al, you know exactly how I got down here.”

“Ah, that’s right.” A chuckle escaped his lips, and you knew for a fact he still found your death thoroughly entertaining. “By the way, you didn’t happen to sneak anything into our meal today, now did you~?” He gave you an impish grin. You burst out laughing.

“You asshole!” you guffawed, shoving his hand on your head away playfully, to which the demon snickered evilly. As your laughter simmered down, looked at you a moment before tilting his head up, eyes closed.

“I still stand by my previous statement,” he mused. “The type of folks in this realm are not worthy of such kindness. You should be careful as to whom you trust around here.” He opened his eyes, and his crimson gaze fell to yours. His expression shifted into a serious one at his last statement, making your grin falter for a moment. But only for a moment.

“Well, it’s a good thing I have you around then, isn’t it?” You smiled, taking a step towards him.

Alastors gaze widened a moment, his eyes flickering over your face. It wasn’t often that you caught the Radio Demon off guard, but the rare moments when you did, you couldn’t help but feel a little pride. Finally, Alastor began to chuckle, shaking his head at you again. After taking a breath, he looked back down at you, a surprising fondness donning his face.

“Hmmm, I suppose it is~”

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..... Alastor doesn't like to share ¬‿¬ Fun fact: Angel like's to give you food-related nicknames. Baby Cakes, Sugar, Puddin', Honey Bunz, ect.

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sashaisready · 1 year ago

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Chapter Twenty-Four - Yeah, idiot

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

Warnings: Sexual references, references to panic attacks, tooth rotting fluff

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 25 Series Masterlist

Steve had been entertaining you with stories from the past. You'd been screeching with laughter as he told you about what he and Bucky got up to as kids in Brooklyn, terrorising the local bullies and getting up to mischief. Steve was apparently a scrawny, sickly kid and didn't fill out until much later in life, so Bucky kept an eye out for him. You saw a lot of yourself in Steve's memories of Bucky - a headstrong kid jumping into fights he couldn't always win just to help his friend.

You were happy to learn more about Bucky's past, but also grateful for the distraction to keep your mind occupied and not be left to think about last night.

"Seems like we're having fun in here" came a gruff voice from behind you.

Bucky had walked into the kitchen. Dressed impeccably as always in a perfectly tailored navy suit. You felt a short flurry of butterflies in your stomach upon seeing him again, his eyes sparkling as they landed on you.

"Hey Buck" you greet him shyly.

He smiles and approaches you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. Then he carefully inspects the cut on your face, moving your head gently with his hand.

"This seems to be healing alright but I might ask Banner to check it out to be sure it won't scar - he has some medical training".

"I think it looks kinda cool" you retort.

Steve and Bucky exchange amused looks.

"Did we eat?" Bucky asks.

"We did" replies Steve. "Greedy over here was like a garbage disposal with those eggs".

"Hey!" You squeak at his teasing.

Bucky smiles. "Good. Glad to hear it". He paused to pull out his phone and stare thoughtfully at the screen.

"Thanks Steve" he continues. "Can you go find Sam and have him fill you in on this morning".

Steve nods, flinging his jacket on and heading for the door. "Nice hanging with you, cupcake".

"Thanks for breakfast, Stevie".

He shoots you a mock salute and a big grin and disappears out of the kitchen. Bucky moves to the kitchen island, pulling up a chair next to you.

"...Cupcake? Stevie?" He questions, the tiniest hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Mm. We hit it off. Do you know if he's single?" You wink.

Bucky rolls his eyes. "Don't do that..."

"What?" You ask innocently.

He smirks back at you before becoming more serious. "So, how are you feeling? Honestly?"

You squirm in your seat a little and grip your coffee cup. "Fine. A bit tired. But fine".

He cocks his head at you and it's clear he's not buying it.

"...I mean I did have a panic attack in the shower" you relent. "But other than that..."

Bucky smiles at you sympathetically, kissing your temple as his arm protectively finds your waist. You lean back into him, savouring his touch.

"And how about you? How did it go with your men?" You ask.

He grimaces. "Everyone is a bit shaken up, of course. But okay. They're pleased we got you out and didn't lose anyone from our side – a few injures and scrapes but that's all. We've got some guys on the road making sure we didn't miss anyone from HYDRA and I'm making progress on finding the rat".

You nod. He says it all so casually but it spooks you slightly as you consider the implications for those two things. It's not likely to be a friendly chat for anyone involved.

You look at the time on your phone, it's early afternoon now. You start to mentally make a list of all the things you need to do - call Wanda, clean your apartment, think about what you'll be making at the bakery this week...

"I should probably head out" you tell him. "I need to rest up for work tomorrow".

"Obviously you aren't going to work tomorrow" he scoffs.

You frown. "What do you mean? I'm back on the schedule for tomorrow".

He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "After everything you've been through? You can't just pretend everything is normal, Doll. You need to rest. Just stay here a few days, let yourself recover. You don't want to have a panic attack while you're with customers". His tone is light but there's a real scolding beneath it.

"Oh c'mon Bucky" you huff. "I'm not a weak little sick person who needs you and your men taking shifts to babysit me..."

"I didn't said you were..." Bucky warns.

"Well you had one guarding me last night and one cooking for me this morning. It's sweet but not necessary. You can't keep me locked up in your house forever".

Bucky turns to you, clearly furious. "You're not locked up. Why do you have to fight me on everything, Doll? It's exhausting. Can't you just relax and let me take care of you for a few days?"

"I don't need to be taken care of...." You fire back, aware of how petulant you sound.

"I know that!! I'm painfully aware. Hell, the first thing you did when I found you was hit me across the face...I'm very aware that you can look after yourself. I just want to..."

He's practically shouting now, you can see the fire in his eyes as he tries to keep himself calm. He gets out of his chair and paces aimlessly through the kitchen.

"Why do you even care so much?" You yell back at him as you get to your feet.

"Is all this just because you feel guilty? Are you trying to absolve yourself or something?" You spit.

"No idiot, it's because I'm in love with you!" He yells.

The word hangs thickly in the air as you both stand in silence. Your mouth has fallen open in surprise and your eyes are wide. He's turned away from you, clearly embarrassed that it managed to escape from him.

"You are...?" You ask. Your voice is much softer now, any annoyance extinguished by his accidental declaration.

"Yeah" he admits begrudgingly as he looks at the floor tiles.

You approach him cautiously, taking him by the shoulders and spinning him to face you. He doesn't meet your eye but you take a second to drink in his beauty, practically vibrating as you take his face in your hands.

"I love you too, Buck".

His eyes shoot up to yours, his face softening into an expression of relief and joy. "Yeah?" He asks.

"Yeah, idiot" you grin.

You and Bucky had gone another round in the kitchen after both dropping the L bomb. He'd kissed you hard against the sink and before you knew it you were bent over the counter screaming his name. Funny how life goes.

You had relented and agreed not to work tomorrow. That second orgasm may have made you a bit more agreeable. You knew he was right, but didn't want to admit that to his face. The fact was you weren't feeling yourself and were anxious about having another panic attack while at work, and you knew it was too soon.

As luck would have it Pepper actually called you rather than the other way around. Tony had filled her in after Bucky had asked him for help and she was just so relieved you were okay. She was surprised to hear you were involved with James Barnes (but then so were you...) although she trusted your judgement – and was pretty impressed with his philanthropy. She suggested you had a week off to rest and recover, she'd hired that new assistant baker anyway so would have her start early. She told you they'd miss your expert eye but they'd make it work, and you feeling more like yourself was the most important thing. It was a relief for you, one less thing to think about.

Bucky had gone back to work while you called Wanda and filled her in. She was aghast, horrified and extremely worried to hear about what happened with HYDRA but like Pepper was mainly just relieved you were okay. She was surprised about your date with Peter but admitted he sounded like he'd be fun to hang out with one day. She was more surprised about your update on Bucky, but not too surprised, as she pointed out she had essentially watched the two of you fall in love over in front of her over the last few months. She was nervous about your adjacency to his business though, and the risk that posed to you (as HYDRA had proved).

You had responded that you were nervous too, but trusted Bucky to keep you safe. You didn't have all the answers right now, and of course you had your doubts too, but this felt right to you and you needed to explore it. Wanda trusted you, she just wanted you to be happy. You'd agreed to meet up with her this week as she wouldn't see you at work.

The next few days passed in a blur. You had moved from the guest room to Bucky's room, stopping at your apartment briefly to pick up some clean clothes and toiletries. Bucky had asked that you spent the next few days at his place just so you were close by and he could keep an eye on you. It initially made you feel antsy but you'd agreed under the condition you were free to come and go throughout the day which he accepted. You didn't want to be under house arrest. Compromise seemed to be the way forward.

He worked a lot in the daytime so you were left to your own devices. You hadn't been away from the bakery for this long in a while so it was nice to catch up on your reading, take baths (that copper bathtub was as good as you'd imagined), let your body and mind heal. You sometimes played cards with Scott or Mario Kart with Thor which always made you laugh. You made yourself at home, quickly becoming part of the furniture. Bucky would come and check on you when things were quiet, a constant game of hide and seek as he'd try and figure out which corner of the huge house you were in.

You had been texting Peter and made plans to go for a drink as friends with Wanda, and he was going to bring Drax and Rocket too. Bucky wasn't super keen on joining the party himself for obvious reasons, but wanted you to have fun.

Your panic attacks crept up on you and were debilitating in the moment, but you were getting better at coping with them and when Bucky was around he'd help you through and soothe you until you calmed down again. You'd have nightmares too, so Bucky insisted on sleeping close every night so he could be there when you needed him.

You mostly saw Bucky in the evenings, he always ringfenced dinner with you as 'your time' and made sure work was cut off for then. He would order take out or you took turns cooking and you'd chat and drink wine. Sometimes Steve or Sam would join, or even others if Bucky was feeling generous. He didn't go into too much detail about his work and you knew not to ask. Sometimes you'd squabble like old times, but it felt domestic and comfortable now – not constant one-upmanship and game playing. You had started to accept that Bucky just infuriated you and that was a fact, but you loved him all the same.

One afternoon you had commandeered the kitchen to make cupcakes. It had been days since you'd baked anything and you were itching to have a wooden spoon back in your hand. You'd made a grocery store run and returned laden with ingredients, bags straining with the weight of your haul. It must've been a strange sight to see Bucky's men part at the entrance of the well-known mob boss' house to allow the safe passage of edible glitter and pink cake cases.

It was instantly therapeutic. Mixing, stirring, pouring. You didn't even need measuring equipment as you knew the recipe like the back of your hand. You flipped on the radio and sang unselfconsciously along to the songs. It was a beautiful ballet lead by your hands, you glided around the kitchen and savoured the expanse of the space. You even whipped up some brownies once you get in the zone. You couldn't believe how much more like yourself you felt.

Some of the men popped their heads in once they smell the unusual aroma coming from the kitchen, shocked to find baking going on. You gladly send them on their way with brownies and before you know it you were out and making a new batch. Steve came and chatted with you, leaning on the counter with a brownie and a coffee as you laughed and put the cupcakes in the oven. It felt good to be baking and feeding people again, this is what you do.

Later, you're deep in concentration finishing the frosting when an unexpected visitor arrives in the kitchen.

"It's much easier to track you down when you make the kitchen smell this good, Doll" Bucky growls in your ear as his arms wrap around your waist.

You flinch violently and nearly drop the cupcake you're holding when you notice he's there. There's a flash of panic in his eyes when he realises what he's done.

"Oh fuck, Doll I'm sorry – I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that" he pleads.

You smile warmly at him, he knows you're still jumpy. You lean back into him and stroke his cheek affectionately.

"You're fine" you whisper soothingly before he gives you a quick kiss.

"You keeping my men fed, huh?" he asks.

"Mmm. It was meant to be just a few brownies and cupcakes but it snowballed somewhat..." you mutter as you look at the endless racks of cakes cooling.

Your eyes move to the mess of mixing bowls and spoons next to the polished finished product and you grimace.

"Sorry Buck I know I've made a mess...I'll clean it up..." you tell him anxiously.

You move to the sink to start cleaning but he holds you tightly. "C'mon Doll, you know that I don't get upset over stuff like that".

He presses a kiss to your temple as you smile and enjoy the feeling of his body on yours.

"Hit me" he tells you.

You break of a piece of brownie and feed it to him. He moans with pleasure and closes his eyes.

"Yep. You've still got it" he says with a mouthful.

"I gotta say..." he begins as he swallows down the last bite. "When I came in I could see how happy you were, just in your element doin' your thing. I love to see you like that".

You turn into him and beam, pushing your head into his shoulder.

"It's my favourite place to be...Well, one of them at least..." you wink and look at him lewdly.

He grins back. "Don't tempt me Doll..."

He pulls you flush against him and moves his mouth to your ear.

"And I also love seeing you like this because it reminds me of when we met" he purrs. "All covered in flour, teasing me in those overalls..."

You giggle, kissing him softly as his hands travel along the curve of your waist.

"Wait...you didn't try the cupcakes..." you interrupt.

You slide away from him and lean over to grab a finished one from the rack. You break a bit off in your hand and move to feed it to him like you did with the brownie.

He smiles and parts his lips in readiness but at the last second you smash the rest of the cupcake into his face, frosting first. It covers the entirety of his nose and top lip in a glaze of thick pink frosting and for a moment he can only stare at you in horror.

Your amused grin drops when you see his eyes darken.

"Oh...I see" he says calmly as he reaches for a paper towel.

"Bucky...I'm sorry...it was a joke..." you tell him softly, your attempt to be solemn immediately overshadowed by the threat of a smirk as you watch the frosting slide down his chin.

"Imagine how dead you are?" he sighs mildly.

You go to run but he's too fast for you, he has you pinned to the kitchen tiles by his metal arm before you can even make it a few feet. You shriek as he straddles you, fruitlessly trying to push him off as you giggle helplessly.

He manages to pull the frosting bowl off the counter and mashes his flesh hand into it, rubbing big streaks of it in your hair and across your face as you squeal. He leans over and kisses you amongst the mess.

You could get used to life with him if it's like this. You understand him better now, you know how to communicate and compromise. And you're never going to be fully on board with his work. But that's alright. There are some things you just won't talk about. Maybe in time you will have the capacity for more, when your panic attacks have faded and your nightmares are occasional blips rather than nightly occurrences.

For now you will enjoy your time with him, unpeeling his layers and learning more about who he is, who you are when you're together.

He's flawed, but so are you. You find a way together.

And that's what love is.

#mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #bucky barnes #mob bucky au #mob bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #sweet and sour fic

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uselesssomebody · 2 years ago

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thinking about joel obviously and i just

joel caught up in the moment, probably drunk (actually off alcohol or pu$$y Ima) and letting a fantasy of his slip out where he wants a MMF 3some just to fill reader up…... but denies it later when she brings it up..... but she tries to arrange it with some dude and they get pretty far into the process - - like meet up at a bar and hang out with plans on all going home together..... but jealous!joel changes his mind (shocker!) and keeps reader all to himself, probably fucking in the car before they make it home Imao

specific yes but.

you're a good writer. you can do it. please.

𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 - 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕨 - joel miller x reader

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

words || 𝟟.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which the reader and joel do some experimenting?? (just look at the ask)

a/n || i am such a waffler man this was supposed to be a quick and easy response and now it's over 7k?? ➵ hey nonnie hope you enjoy i know it's long. i actually adored the request so much and it made me blush when i first read it on the bus. also, i realized like halfway through that you had likely wanted pre-outbreak but it is, in fact, post-outbreak and set in jackson. ➵ no ellie in this one though, guys, but there is like a male oc who the reader is kinda with for a bit - just look at the ask, honestly ➵ poe and thomas from tmr requests in my asks - i see you and you will be answered so soon! ➵ evidently i am now also a whore for oscar isaac so sen over lil moon knight, santiago or poe requests if you have 'em. planning on writing for leto from dune too - just too much of dilf to ignore, unfortunately. ➵ like very 18+/MDNI content, and heed warnings cuz by god is this one of the sluttiest, smuttiest things i've ever written ➵ not edited (yet) ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut/smidge of angst ➵ unprotected p.i.v. ➵ sex after alcohol consumption (fully consensual though)➵ finger sucking + gagging➵ lotta threesome mentions and fantasizing➵ bitty bit of spit play➵ semi-public sex + exhibitionism➵ mirror sex➵ oral (m receiving) ➵ cum swallowing ➵ cum ig (tell me if i miss anything)

"are you feeling alright?" she blinked up at the man in front of her, broken out of her daydream.

"huh? yeah, yeah - i'm fine. why'dya ask?" he shrugs.

"looked like you'd fallen asleep over there. actually, you've got a little bit of drool-" all grogginess evaporates from her as she brings her sleeve up to wipe the corner of her mouth that he'd gestured to. he laughed at her bugged-out reaction, keeling over, when she realizes he'd been joking - and she hadn't, in fact, been drooling.

"fuck off, man." he wheezes through his laughs.

"you should have seen your face!"

they were the last two sat at the kitchen, serving dinner to the last few residents of jackson who had come in for a late meal. it'd been a long day for her, as she attempted to pick up shifts to help with the town's current shortage of workers - too many out with the flu at the moment.

it was a bit absurd, honestly, having so many afflicted by the common cold when there was a whole apocalyptic fungus about.

nevertheless, she'd finished cooking a few hours ago, and now, her and her coworker were finishing portioning the meals and wrapping the sliver of leftovers for the next day. with only a few people sat around the makeshift cafeteria, the both of them were sat in the cleaned kitchen, trying not to fall asleep.

she'd known him - jake - since she'd been in jackson: her first superior when she'd joined the food industry in the small town. he was nice and welcoming at first, but as they were put on more shifts together and had more silent hours to kill, she'd realized how dumb he was.

affectionately, of course.

he loved to make stupid jokes and laugh at stupid things. he liked to believe stupid things, and say even more stupid things to her.

she sat through them, laughing at his antics or willing away her annoyance at his childishness. nevertheless, he was one of her close friends, and - as much as she thought he was dumb - he was there enough of the time for her to accustom to him.

they're snapped out of their banter by the bell at the door ringing, signalling someone had walked in. they both walk out, ready to serve the very late townsman, until she realizes who it is as they near.

she slips out from behind the booth to greet him, placing a soft kiss to his cheek as he grips her side in a half-bear hug.

"hey, joel."

"how're ya, baby?" she nods, detaching.

"i'm - i'm okay."

"long day, ain't it?" she nods meekly at his assessment, smiling when his large hand presses over her shoulder, subtly massaging the tense muscles there as she turns back to jake.

"'lright, i should get back, joel -" she starts, but is cut off by her colleague's disagreement.

"no, you guys head home. i'll finish up here." she hesitates, immediately disagreeing.

"no - i shouldn't-"

"don't worry about it." jake's words hold a finality, and she salutes him as he laughs.

"alright - i'll see you tomorrow. okay?" he nods, waving them off as joel guides her out. he's moving a little fast - a little urgent - and it makes her laugh.

"are we in a rush?" she mumbles, taking in the cold of the night air as she sucks in a breath.

"hmm?" joel's voice is gruff, and, only when she glances at him under the streetlight does she notice the flush on his face.

"are - are you drunk?" he stays quiet, and she snakes her arm around him, smiling at the warmth he provided, "okay, how about 'how much have you had to drink'?" his lips don the ghost of a smile as they approach her place.

"just enough to remind me how much i miss you." he mumbles, crowding her back as she opens the door, quick to take her bag, and then her shoes, and then her jacket, and then her sweater off of her, leaving her goosebumped in the aftermath of the cold wind hitting her on her near bare front.

she was quick to realize that it was one of those nights - and she sure wasn't complaining, wrapping her fingers around joel's hair as his head dips to meet her neck, sighing contently at the action. his hands clasp - almost desperately - on her hips, pulling her straight into her bedroom, as he continued leaving a trail of wet kisses along her neck.

she grips at the collar of his flannel, tracing her hands over the top of it until she reaches the buttons at the front, eagerly slipping them off, and his deft fingers perform the same action over her jeans, the button almost as eager as she was, slipping undone swiftly.

she grips his cheeks, pushing his lips to connect with her own, wanting to taste the 'just enough' whiskey or beer he'd had while waiting for her.

and, fuck, did it taste good - a harsh taste that had clung to his teeth, which she eagerly licked off. it tasted aged, and rough around the edges - but that was probably just him.

she moaned into his mouth as he pulled her jeans just low enough to gain access to her cunt, swiping his fingers over the fabric of her soft underwear - where she'd practically soaked through the garment.

"fuck, baby - all for me?" his head dips into the small space between them as he moans, his mumble being confirmed by her vigorous nodding and the jolt of her hips when he applied just a hint of pressure. she pushes his shirt off as his fingers continue to explore the extent of her arousal, before he's pushing her down into a laying position over her bed.

he pulls her jeans off the rest of the way, and she rises just enough to grasp his belt, unbuckling it - but not taking it off. when she'd looked up at him, she'd realized that tonight was a i need you - right now night, and his trousers would probably only remain unzipped and lowered enough to take his cock out.

so, she does just that, pushing them down just enough to pull his cock out, stroking him lightly as he lets out another low groan.

"you want me-" though she can see the way he's aching for her, she knows he's still - as the gentleman he is - going to ask if she wants more satisfaction beforehand.

"inside. right now." it's supposed to be a cheeky command, but the desperation in her voice breaks the illusion. it's more than enough for joel, though, gripping his cock and slipping her underwear to the side, only taking a moment to run a finger over her soaked folds and exhaling deep and low.

his tip nudges against his clit, making her hips buck, catching him on her entrance, and allowing him to push inside her.

"oh, fuck-" it falls from his mouth - practically without permission - and his sentiment is shared by her, breaths shallow as he fills her.

"oh - god - that's so good, joel - 't's'good-" her words her garbled nonsense, and the desperate nature of them spur him on, letting out a gruff moan as he bottoms out.

he can feel her clenching around him - obviously trying to adjust to the size of him - and it's doing all sorts of things to his head. he allows her breath to even just slightly, before he pulls back and pushes inside her, watching her mouth fall open at the sharp action.

she was so fucking pretty - her eyes glazed over as she felt him repeat the action, his thrusts determined and rough, her mouth hung open, mind seemingly blank, as not even a word escapes her.

he slows down for a moment, and sees the moment of annoyance fall over her features, her brows scrunching as she goes to question his actions. he removes one of his hands from their grip on her waist, bringing it up to cup the side of her face. his thumb strokes her cheek for a second, making her relent and smile at the soft action, before he takes her by surprise, speeding up, and bringing his hand closer to her chin, his thumb ghosting her open lips.

"oh - oh, my god-" her moans are quiet, a whimper pressed under his finger, and as her mouth falls open again, he rests his thumb against her tongue, watching her features flash in confusion, before she succumbs, almost instinctively wrapping her lips over his thick finger.

it's a pretty sight - in a fucked way - and it makes his thrusts quicken, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth humming around his thumb at the sensation. his eyes watch the hollow of her cheeks as she suckles him, the flick of her tongue against his nail, the slight rock of her head up and down. her moans sound garbled and mumbled against him, and that makes them sound more desperate - as though she was trying so hard to let him know how good he felt, but couldn't get it across while her mouth was occupied.

he pressed up closer against her, removing his thumb and replacing it with his index and middle fingers. it wasn't a challenge for her mouth, but she could feel herself gag when he pushed them down - and he found the sound fucking hot.

"christ - gonna have to fill you up like this every time." so distracted by his cock and his fingers, she nods without paying too much attention, until his next sentence: "want me to get someone else to do it? watch someone fill your mouth while i fuck you like this?" her eyes widen at the notion, but she knows that he can feel the way she clenches around him at the thought, and a grunt escapes him, his hips stuttering at the sensation, "fuck, you like that, don't you? so greedy, pretty baby, ain't i enough?" he can see the way her eyes widen at his words, as she was totally not saying that. he's sure her small movements around his fingers are the shake of her head, and it makes him laugh, "that's okay, baby, i wanna see it too. wanna see you get filled up-" his words swim in her head, and he's still talking, but she can't hear him anymore, her stomach clenching at the feeling of her orgasm.

she's sure she squeals around him or something, because his thrusts speed up just slightly: his hands are a bit rougher on her body, and his movements are a bit more intentioned.

"that's it, baby, d'ya wanna cum for me?" she nods, and he smiles, pulling his fingers out of her mouth, and trailing his spit slicked digits over her cunt, ghosting over her clit, making her moan come out loudly, "i didn't hear you, pretty girl," she looks up at him, gripping one of his biceps and the hand on her waist.

"please - please, joel, lemme cum - please?" it seemed to be the only word in her vocabulary, the way she was pleading, and he relented, nodding his head.

"go 'head, baby - cum, cum f'r'me." his accent becomes more pronounced as his own words become mumbled, his thrusts growing sloppy and less calculated. it's more than enough for her to oblige, feeling the growing knot in her stomach snap so hard her legs begin to shake, squealing at the sensation. his continued movements inside her are spurred by the clench of her cunt as he feels his own orgasm close, thrusting in a few more times, before pulling out and finishing over her.

they're both breathing deeply, trying to catch their breaths, and she's still twitching. he pulls off of her, allowing her some space to recover, before he walks into the bathroom of her place to clean up and find something for her.

when he comes back out, she already looks close to sleep, so he avoids saying all too much, focusing instead on slowly and gently cleaning her, pressing soft kisses to her crown or her fingertips. she lays down as he returns to the bathroom, seeing her practically passed out, her body curled against the side of the bed, and leaving a him-shaped spot by him.

he slides in beside her, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against his own, and lulling into an exhausted sleep of his own.

she woke up earlier than him the next day, knowing he preferred to sleep in late, especially since being in jackson. she rose to make herself - and him, when he decided to wake up - some breakfast, keeping her stove on low heat so that the sizzle of her eggs wouldn't cause too much noise.

she's in her own thoughts all morning, first adamant in getting ready so that she can go to work - before she remembers what he said last night.

'want me to get someone else to do it? watch someone fill your mouth while i fuck you like this?'

she didn't have a moment to process his words in her wrecked state last night, but her ability to mull over them this morning left her very confused.

sure, she didn't mind the idea of the fantasy - but that's under the precedent that she'd never thought about it before. joel had never said anything like that to her before - in fact, if anything, she thought joel hated the idea of her with someone else, always ready to pull her into him or grip her with purpose in the presence of other people who looked at her with too much interest.

so, his admission the previous night wasn't something she'd dismiss - but something she'd have to speak with him about after he'd woken up.

which, to her surprise, happened sooner than later, when she felt his arms wrap around her as she absentmindedly stirred her scrambled eggs, too focused on other things. she jolts against him, squeaking, but he takes the majority of the impact, still holding onto her tightly as he rested his head on her shoulder.

"jesus, joel - you scared the hell outta me." she catches her breath, tipping her head back onto his own shoulder, and smiling lightly at her reaction.

"good mornin' to ya too, sweetheart." he mumbles, good-naturedly. she laughs at his slightly monotone, unafflicted tone, before brushing him off and nudging him in the direction of the table, which he reluctantly obliges. she plates up their simple breakfast of toast and eggs, placing them on the table as he runs two glasses of water for them.

when they're both sat down and eating, she clears her throat.

"late today." it's a mumble, reminding him she'd be home late again, having been placed on another long shift.

"again?" he's curious - she'd pulled a lot of them recently, "if they're overworkin' ya, i'll talk to tommy-" she smiles, shaking her head at the suggestion.

"no, joel - everyone's sick, it's just temporary." he looks like he wants to argue, but he nods, shrugging. she smiles, trying to cheer him up, "you can put me to bed like you did yesterday, yeah?" she says it as she reaches for the fingers splayed beside him on his outstretched arm as he ate, ghosting her own over them. she can see the hint of a smile ghost over his face, not looking her in the eyes - as she knows the memory of the previous night is at the front of his mind.

"'f ya want that, i'll give it to ya, baby." it's a promise, and she smiles, feeling her own face redden at his casual tongue. then, her face falls for a moment, realizing what she still has to ask him.

"joel - actually, i need to ask you something." he looks up at her with questioning eyes. his mouth's full, but she knows he's gonna answer her, so she asks away: "were you being serious last night?" his expression turns more confused, his chews slowing as he processes her words. she continues, "you know, about bringing someone else in?" he chokes at her words, swallowing harshly and coughing before taking a sip of water.

she's a bit shocked by the reaction, but waits as he recuperates, before he answers.

"what? i dunno wha' yer talkin' about, sweetheart." his accent is heavy as he goes to sip his water again. her eyes widen at the response, unbelieving that, across the many ways he could have answered her, he chose to lie. and, she knows he's lying, because his cheeks and neck have reddened, and he's not looking her in the eyes. she shakes her head, mouth agape.

"i'm not - i'm not freaked out or anything, it's just something i thought we should talk about-" he shakes his head, picking up his now-empty plate, and placing it away without looking at her.

"there's nothin' to talk about." it's dismissive, and, frankly rude. she goes to say something, but, seeing his back still to her, she bites her tongue and rolls her eyes. having lost her appetite, she eat the rest of her meal with gritted teeth, leaving for work after with a noticeable frigidness.

at work, jake's quick to mention her heightened annoyance. first, he pokes a bit of fun at it, before he realizes the extent of it. he goes to ask what's wrong - but decides that she needs a good laugh more than a shoulder to cry on, so he does just that for the next few hours.

he watches as her shell cracks - first from her cracking just a hint of a smile at something stupidly funny he'd done, then accidentally letting out a chuckle and, finally, essentially belly laughing, to the point where he had to hold her up to make sure didn't fall into the large pot of chilli that she was making.

her mood positively lifted by her coworker, she walks around with just a slightly bigger pep in her step. jake had done a good job, he thinks.

by the end of the day, though, she's thinking about joel - and what he'd said last night, again. she can't help the thought of including another person proliferating her mind, especially not today, as she realized not only how damn sweet coworker, funny guy, friend jake is, but also how his smile's a bit toothy, but nice to look at, or how his hair actually looks really good when it's a bit fucked up from his hands running through it when he took a break, or had to push it away from his face.

it was fucking unholy, was what it was, thinking about the poor guy who was just trying to br a friend to her - especially right after an argument with her boyfriend that morning. jake seemed to notice her faraway stares again tonight, poking fun at it, without realizing that he was part of the reason for them.

by the last end of her night shift, she was sure he had realized the slight distance she was trying to put between them, but the man didn't mind, knowing she had a lot to think about from her behavior that morning.

he thinks he knows the reason for it, when he sees her boyfriend walk inside more timidly than he'd ever done, and the lack of a kiss that she'd usually immediately plant on him. in fact, he sits on a table in near them instead of saying hello to her - a distinct difference.

he ushers her out a little early once again, and she smiles, earnestly thanking him as she steps out of the kitchen - with promises of making it up to him sometime. he shrugged her off, waving her away, asking her not to worry about it.

she notices joel as soon as she leaves, watching him raise as she nears him.

"are you coming to mine?" she mumbles, not really looking at him as he opens to the door to let them both out.

"d'ya want me too?" she pauses for a moment, before smiling, as she can hear the hint of a plea in his voice. joel hated when they got like this, not liking the notion of making her unhappy, but knowing that he was uncharacteristically stubborn. she slides her hand into his own warm one, and sees the way his face lights up - well, to the extent that it can.

"you gonna keep your promise?" for a moment, he's confused, before realization dawns on him.

"f'course, sweetheart."

the previous night had left her just as satisfied and passed out as the last time. joel had fucked her with a purpose: letting her know how sorry he was for dismissing her out of embarrassment. nevertheless, he doesn't mention the idea he'd proposed two nights ago. she can tell it still intrigued him, though, as his fingers still exploratively entered her mouth, still hooked by the look of her trying to pleasure him in two different ways.

that morning, she felt more determined in surprising her boyfriend by fulfilling his fantasy. there wasn't too much opportunity to have these sexy surprises between each other in the advent of the apocalypse, so she figured this would at least be a memorable experience for the both of them.

and she knew just who the third would be.

that day, when she got to work, jake felt as though she was walking on eggshells around him. it always seemed as though a question was on the tip of her tongue, and she had this apprehensive, curious, and something-else look in her eyes whenever she'd catch his, and it was driving him mad. if there was one thing the man hated, it was not knowing.

finally, he corners her after the dinner rush.

"what's up with you, huh?" her eyes widen at his direct question.

"what? nothing, why do you ask?" he rolls his eyes, holding his head in his hands.

"you've been acting weird all day. did i do something?" she's quick to shake her head.

"no! no, not at all..." he immediately disspells his worried act, becoming annoyed.

"well, then, what is it?" she goes to argue, but he holds a hand up, "spare me the dramatics and just tell me, please. i've waited all day."

she opens her mouth. then closes it again. then repeats the action a few times. every time, it piques jake's interest. finally he can't take anymore, and lets out a frustrated sigh, causing her to finally blurt it out.

"joel wants a threesome!" as soon as it exits her mouth, she realizes how crude it is. jake's mouth falls open, before his shocked expression morphs into a laugh. she's shocked by the reaction.

"yeah? and you're worried? who's the lucky girl?" realizing his misunderstanding, she shakes her head.

"no, no - we kinda wanna introduce a guy." jake sobers up immediately, real confusion falling over his face.

"okay..." it's a slow response, and he suddenly feels as though the space between them is too small. seeing his expression, she panics.

"i'm - god, i'm stupid, sorry, i shouldn't have jumped out-" she's rambling in her panic, and he reaches to calm her.

"no, no, no, it's okay." they go silent for a moment, as he lets go of her hand, "you thought of someone else?" he finally asks. she swallows harshly.

"well - there's only one other guy i really trust in this town." it was true - everyone else was nice, but she didn't know anyone else, viable or not. he looks almost expectant in an answer, but when she looks up at him with a very suggestive glance, he realizes what she means.

"me?" he's shocked, as she slowly nods.

"only if you want to - i mean i totally get it if you don't..." realizing she'd start rambling again if she spoke, she bit her tongue, stopping herself. he shakes his head, taking a deep breath.

"no - god, no, it's not that. i mean, you're pretty, and - like, we're friends, i like you, it's just..." she watches his mouth expectantly, wanting his answer, "joel's scary" she wants to take him seriously, but she can't help but crack into a smile, causing his face to morph to indignance, "c'mon, i'm being serious." she nods.

"yeah, of course, of course. but he's not gonna do anything - he wants this." he looks contemplative, jaw clenching and unclenching.

"this is a stupid idea." her face falls a little, as she swallows, "but, i'll do it." shocked by the turn around, her breaks into a smile, reaching to give him a hug.

"seriously?" she mumbles into his shoulder.

"yeah, what the hell." she laughs at his casual nature, when the both of them hear the door open, knowing it could only be one person so late into the night.

she peeks out, smiling giddily at joel, and he follows her, waving at the man as well. joel's a bit confised - not having interacted much with jack? - jacob? - before, but he nods a hello to him as he hugs her.

she waves jake a quick goodbye, and he smiles at the couple, watching them walk away. as the door closes, he exhales deeply, wondering what he'd just gotten himself into.

over the next few days, her conversations with jake had this air of just slight awkwardness to them, and she was trying her best to subtly remind joel of his fantasy. she'd taken to sticking his own fingers in her mouth and mumbling about how she wanted to be filled up during their nights together.

she'd decided that the upcoming weekend maybe the best time for this experiment, and her and jake were about to be exempt from their duties for a well-deserved break, as some of the other kitchen staff had begun feeling better. she'd proposed the time to the man, and could practically see the heat that reached his ears.

"uh - yeah, shit - yeah. saturday?" she nods slowly, deciding it might be best to warm joel up to the surprise throughout the day, before the reveal at night.

on that friday, she walks out with a distinct pep in her step, excited to be doing this for her boyfriend. she had wrapped her friend in a quick hug - a thank you for his commitment to the idea - before returning to joel.

on that saturday, they practically woke up that morning fucking. she knew he'd never say no to sex before breakfast, so, as she goes down on him, she mumbles about the surprise she had for him later. thrown out of his pleasure by the surprise, he grips her hair, pulling her off of him and looking at her expectantly for elaboration.

"what - fuck-" her hand hadn't gotten the memo to pause, "what surprise?" she laughs against him.

"'f i tell you, it's not a surprise."

he doesn't bring it up again until after breakfast, though, once he does, he doesn't stop. he practically pesters her all day - on her off-day, no less - for an explanation, until, by about the evening, she relents.

"joel, alright." he finally stops, watching as she plops onto the couch next to him, finding a comfortable position as he watches her movements, an expectant expression on his face, "remember what you said a few days ago." his face suddenly hardens - immediately understanding, but not acknowledging her, "i know you were worried about what i thought, but i - i don't hate it." his mouth parts at her admission, and she averts her eyes, a shy smile creeping on her face, "go ahead, call me greedy again."

finally, his expression breaks, and a small laugh - more of an exhale - comes from him, remembering his reaction that night as well.

"i'm - i'm not gonna do that, sweetheart. but - i don't wanna pressure ya 'r anythin', 'lright?" she looks up at him earnestly and nods.

"you're not - i swear. i - well, it can't hurt to try, right?" he leans further back into the soft cushions, half shrugging, before his eyes narrow.

"what's yer su'prise then, baby?" she hesitates for a moment, unsure how to mention it.

"well, since you - y'know, we - wanted to, i thought i'd find a guy and arrange something..." she trails off, realizing the shock on joel's face. there's definitely an intrigue in his eyes, but something else - a little darker - hidden deeper in his gaze. she searches his face desperately, looking for disgust, or apprehension in his eyes.

"ya -" he swallows, lips parting again, tongue darting out to moisten them, going silent for a moment, "who'd ya find?" is the question he eventually settles on, averting his gaze from her for a moment.

"i - you know the guy i work with? jake?" joel immediately realizes - the man that always let his girl leave with him a little early. the guy who seemed decent enough, respectful enough. it made him swallow harshly, not sure how to process the thought, but being unable to ignore the slow, interested churn in his stomach, "did - should i have found someone else?" he can hear the light edge of panic in her voice, and he's quick to shake his head.

"no - no, darlin'. that's the surprise, then? we meetin' him tonight?" she nods slowly, still unsure of his reaction. he places an arm around her, pulling her close to him, and burying his nose in her hair. "re ya excited?" she stills for a moment, before nodding, a little sheepish.

"yup." his response is immediate.

"greedy girl."

the bar has a quiet lull to it, though it's a saturday. there are a few patrons milling about - in the booths, or by the bar. they step into the warm atmosphere after the cold of the night, and she can feel goosebumps rise - due to the weather change or the anticipation, she doesn't know.

joel's warm - as always - against her back, so close to her that she feels like she can scarcely breathe. his gripping her tightly by the waist, fingers tapping on her shirt - almost contemplatively. she sees jake by the bar, and he makes eye-contact with her over the rim of his glass of beer. she waves a hello, before guiding her boyfriend towards him.

she slides into the stool beside him, tentatively giving him a hug in greeting. she doesn't usually do it in front of joel, but she figured, by the end of the night, he'd be used to much, much more, so who cared? jake mumbles a quick hi to her, before leaning back.

"hey, joel." he also speaks hesitantly, nodding at the other man. she turns to watch his reaction, and sees that the stern expression that he always kept on his face hadn't exactly left. she watched him swallow, shuffling on his feet.

"yeah. hey." it's a gruff response, but it's, at least, a response. she rolls her shoulders, a small smile growing on her lips.

"well, i think it'd be best we have a little to drink?" it's not a question, but it's got the intonation of one, as she looks for support for the idea from her two companions. joel nods, and jake calls the bartender over, requesting 3 drinks.

she only planned on them staying about half or three-quarters of the hous, before heading back. now, it had progressed to be a few minutes past an hour and a half, and it didn't look like anyone was particularly ready. jake had been maintaining a respectful distance, talking to her, and trying to engage joel in conversation, but the other man was dismissive at best and just silent at worst.

thus, she'd been engaged in conversation with jake instead - boring stuff, such as the town's gossip, about work, or about something newly stupid the man had done. she'd laughed - in fact, she'd keeled over laughing at his story, a hand at the bar and the other at the man's arm to steady herself.

though, she felt herself lose that touch quickly, as joel's hands grip her waist to keep her grounded - maybe a little tighter than his normal hold.

nonetheless, through the conversation, she had tried to listen along to jake's stories, and include joel in their conversation, but it didn't seem to be working - and, after the third beer, her confidence was supremely dwindling.

when jake had been recognized by someone else that he knew, moving just a meter or two from the couple to greet the other person, joel had pulled her flush against him, his torso warm against hers as his mouth adjusted to be at her ear-level.

"i dunno 'bout this, sweetheart." he whispers it into her cheek, and it makes her features contort into confusion, but she doesn't turn to him.

"why not?" she whispers back, a bit confused by the change of pace from the afternoon. after a moment passed, and he hadn't answered, she turned to face him. there's a distinct discomfort on his face: a sour expression, his frown deeper than usual. he wasn't looking at her, though; his eyes instead trailed jake's quiet conversation with his friend. she felt a heaviness overcome her, along with realization, "if you don't want to - we can go..." she trails off, giving him space to respond, and she can feel his sharp inhale against her skin, contemplating the idea.

"baby, i you want to - i can, but-" she immediately shakes her head.

"'t's 'lright, we can go. i don't really mind." she gives him a small, almost reassuring smile, and, after another second, he nods. he pushes both of their empty drinks so that they're not teetering on the edge of the bar, and she quickly walks over to jake. he immediately takes notice of her.

"hey, you ready-" he begins, but, seeing the other person who was still speaking with jake, her eyes widen, quick to cut him off and turn him to face her, indicating a more private conversation.

"no! i mean - i dunno, jake - he's not up for it, i think." she tries to be as discreet as possible, but jake's worried expression as he glances over at her boyfriend forces her to suppress an eye-roll at his blatantness.

"i - is he alright, i mean - i'm-?" he's stammering a bit, and she smiles, knowing what he's actually stressed about.

"he's not gonna do anything, i swear." jake's eyes flickered over to joel's ever stern face, not really reassured. nevertheless, he nods.

"okay - you guys going, then?"

"yeah - early night, but whatever. i'll see you monday?" he's quick to agree, waving her off as she returned to joel, "'lright, we heading home?" joel's still looking at the other man, and she lightly presses against his forearm to get his attention. he finally switches his attention to her, a contemplative glaze in his eyes. he hums lightly, and she's about to repeat the question, before he's shaking his head.

"no. not yet, baby." she's a little confused, until he takes her hand in his own warm, large one, gently guiding her to him, "i've got an idea. d'ya trust me?" her eyes follow his movements: the slight fire in his eyes, the hidden smirk on his lips, the impatient tapping of his fingers on the back of her palm, and she's suddenly very intrigued. she nods slowly - of course she trusted him - and the smirk seems to grow.

they duck away from the crowd, towards the back of the bar, and into the bathrooms. now, she's even more confused, as she surveys the hints of the old jackson on the walls as joel ushers her inside - closing and locking the door behind her. there's scribbles on the walls - marker, pen, paint, nail marks - and she finds it a bit difficult to move too much between the space that her and her boyfriend were occupying in the small bathroom. it was quite bare-bones, but it was at least clean - she remembered thinking, distracted enough by the setting to not notice joel's wandering hands making their way to the front of her jeans.

when she does, she lets out a gasp, gripping them before they reach her button, stilling his movements.

"what're you doing?" it'd have been more shocked and indignant if they weren't still in decent earshot of some of the tables - she could hear music and people decently through the wooden door of the bathroom.

"i need you - right now, baby. you gonna let me make you feel good?" he mumbles it into her neck, not letting her confusing defer him as his lips trace over the side of her throat. she feels her hands grow a bit shakier, realizing why this sudden urge had overcome him, but that didn't stop her hesitance.

"i - joel, there're people outside - what if someone hears us?" he's pecking away at her resolve, though, as his hands travel up her body, pulling up the sweater she's wearing along with them.

"let 'em baby, let him hear how good i'm making ya feel." alright, this was a bit out of character for him - obviously spurred on by recent events - but the way he was moving definitely indicated his desperation. finally, she secedes, rolling her eyes as she tells him to be quiet nonetheless. cheekily, he responds, "remind yourself, sweetheart." he grasps the button of her jeans, taking it off with ease, as her own hands go to grip the edge of the sink in front of them, desperately trying not to see her own flushed appearance in the mirror, and focusing instead on the movements of his hands.

he's pulling her trousers down before she can even focus all that much, just far enough to rest under her ass, allowing his hand to snake around and find her cloth-covered clit, rubbing harshly before she has a chance to realize. it causes a squeak to emit from her, making her throw a hand over her mouth, forcing herself to bite down on her finger to avoid alerting the populace of the bar to the unsavory acts occurring.

her other hand reaches desperately to slow the wake of his hand's force, grasping uselessly against his forearm as his fingers continue their assault, feeling her hips involuntarily buck against his ministrations, her thighs hitting against the sink whenever she did. his other hand pulls her underwear down to join her jeans, his hand only relenting for half a moment before it immediately reconnected with her slit, collecting the evidence of her arousal on the tips of his fingers, before bringing the thick digits to his mouth. she follows the movement of his tongue across the slick on his fingers through the mirror, having to avert her gaze for fear of letting out a loud noise at the lewd action.

her bare ass begins rubbing against his clothed cock, begging for some renewed friction and - due to his kindness, or his own desperation - he obliges her immediately, unbuckling, unbuttoning and unwearing his trousers in swift, measured movements. even through her impatience, she can appreciate the speed with which she could feel the head of his cock against her cunt, pressing against her with a striking warmth, as she bit her tongue to little success - a small moan still slipping out from her teeth.

he places a hand to each of her own, placing them in an almost bracing position against the sides of the sink, before gripping her hip, and guiding his cock into her with the other. she can see her face change as she feels the movement inside her - and, better yet, she can see his: a pretty, flushed expression as he struggled to contain his own strength, as indicated by the grit of his teeth and the twitch of his fingers as they all come to rest on her waist.

she bites her lip, feeling his hips make contact with her ass - the feeling of fullness overtaking her senses as she desperately attempted to focus on not screaming.

though, when he began moving, she could feel that resolve crumbling: a large gasp escaping on the first thrust, then a small whimper on the second and - soon enough, full blown moans, echoing over the small room, accompanied by his own grunts and groans.

he lets out a sharp exhale, a ghost of a laugh, pulling her back to rest closer to him as his pace maintained - pushing and pulling inside her with a determination and dexterity.

"what happened, baby? though ya wanted to be quiet?" it takes a moment for her brain to even comprehend what he was saying, and only a garbled noise awaited him in response. she can see his smile against her skin - right next to her completely debauched face, which he also seems to notice, "look'it ya, yer so pretty, baby girl, my pretty girl, ain't ya?" she can hear how his own words are sloppy but unrelenting, as he gets lost in the feel of her. she immediately nods along, knowing that her stream of half-muffled moans didn't suffice an answer.

"joel - i - too loud-" through her mess, he could make out a hint of worry still present in her fucked-out nature, worried about the knowledge of their actions occurring to those outside the room. he finally relents - though he loves the idea of others hearing her noises for him, and only him.

"'lright, pretty, you just can't be quiet, huh?" there's a light hint of degradation in his tone, but not an actual lie in his words, and the events of the evening made it so she wasn't exactly shameful in that moment, so she simply nods. he obliges her untold request, taking a hand off her waist and pushing it over her mouth, muffling her moans to a much more effective degree. the action forces her head back a little, closer to him, and her back to arch. she glances into the mirror, and sees a smirk appear over joel's panting face.

suddenly, his thrusts are faster, harder, causing her eyes to widen as her fingers scramble to better hold onto the sink. he follows the actions in the mirror, smiling as he sees her reaction, trying to hold it together after his seeming measure of good-will, and subsequent surprise. he watches her eyes roll back into the back of her head, and chest heaving as she desperately tries to reduce her moans, feeling the consequence of her open mouth as her spit falls over his hand.

"that's it baby, take it for me, jus' like that, pretty. ya only get like this for me, don't ya, baby girl, jus' fer me." his pace is unrelenting, spearing into her like it was his last time, while all she could do was nod, mumbling yes's that all got captured in his hand. she can feel her impending orgasm, and she attempts to say something. she doesn't need to though - as he can feel it in the violent flutter of her cunt around him. thus, he doesn't allow his pace to falter, pushing into her that much harder and that much deeper, intently watching her expression in the mirror as all her muscles tense and still: her eyes rolling back, her inhale harsh against the top of his hand, the clench of her around him, the quiet sound that finally emits from her as she feels the orgasm wash over her intensely.

her body fully slumps against him, before she practically falls to her knees, hitting the tile of the bathroom as she grasps his cock and takes him in her mouth, lapping at his underside until her also releases in her mouth with a content groan. she swallows in a heartbeat, the musky taste washing over her tongue as she rises again, gripping the sink behind her to stabilize herself. joel's hands are on her jeans and underwear, helping her pull them up over her ass, before she buttons his jeans and buckles his belt as he checks their appearances, head dipping down to kiss her on the cheek as she caught her breath.

"did so good for me, baby. how're ya feelin'?" she deeply inhales, opening her eyes to look up at him.

"good - good, really good." a smile ghosts over his lips, before he opens the door of the bathroom, ushering her in front of him.

she can feel the eyes on them, and - though joel is a little less abashed - she keeps her gaze glued to the floor as they exit.

the one time she looks up is when joel cheerily waves goodbye to someone, and as she looks at the lucky recipient, she makes eye-contact with jake, who had a bit of a shocked, amused expression on his face. her face whips forwards once more, cheeks burning.

monday's gonna be fun.

#joel miller #joel miller oneshot #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller smut #the last of us #the last of us hbo #pedro pascal #i need you - right now

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gracev0609 · 10 months ago

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Forever With You

Josh X Danny X Y/N

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit sexual content, Polyamory, m/f, m/m, this contains a polyamorous wedding celebration so if that isn't your thing move along❤️

Word Count: 3,700+

You put Josh's jeep into park in your driveway next to Danny's car. Turning your head you see Josh is staring at you with a dopey smile and love in his eyes,” Thank you for driving love. I had such a good time on our date night.”

You reached across the center console and cupped his cheek,” No problem Joshy, I know you love the cocktails there, I figured I might as well be the designated driver.” You placed your free hand on your growing bump.

“I'm not drunk! Just a little tipsy is all,” Josh giggled as he kissed the inside of your wrist,” I miss Danny.”

“He's just inside sweet boy.”

Josh got out of the car and worked his way to the drivers side, opening the door and helping you out. He laced your fingers together and led you to your front door. Once inside you discovered that Danny was busy working away while you were gone. He had cleaned the house and lit candles, he was nowhere to be found, but you were met with the smell of something delicious in the oven and sounds of clattering metal in the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen hand in hand you were met with Danny taking cookies out of the oven.

“My loves! You're home right on time, these just finished.”

“Danny, you were so busy!” You exclaimed as Josh dropped your hand and went to embrace him.

Josh dipped his hands under the hem of Danny's shirt, touching the soft skin of his belly.

Blushing Danny also reveals,” I um, I also built the baby's crib too.”

Josh nuzzled into Danny's chest,” You're too good to us.”

Josh disconnects from Danny and sits down at the barstool next to yours as Danny begins to put the cookies he baked on a cooling tray.

Slowly Danny scoops up each cookie with the spatula and places it on the wire rack,” So, uh. I was thinking. About us, and how much I love you both. I was thinking, um. Maybe instead of getting wedding bands, we could get permanent jewelry. To signify that our love is more than a ring, it's forever, permanent.”

Danny turns back around to face you and is met with you and Josh staring at him,” Well maybe it's a dumb idea, we can't legally get married anyway-”

You interrupt his back tracking,” Danny, baby, are you proposing to us?”

Sheepishly Danny smiles,” I mean, kinda…. Yes. If you want that at least.”

You feel the emotion bubbling in your chest and you look over to Josh who's bottom lip is quivering, barely holding it together.

“Oh! Don't cry!”

Josh blurts,” You want to marry us?!”

You connect your glossy eyes with Danny's, seeing that his mirror your own,” Of course I do.”

Josh lets out a little choked sob,” I can't wait to call you my husband and my wife.”

You grasp Josh and Danny's hands, letting these emotions cover the three of you like sun rays, and you're basking in it.

Tentatively you ask, “ Can we have a little party, like a reception? Something small, we can have it in our backyard.”

Nodding Josh adds, “ We can get dressed up too. Invite our friends and family.”

Danny looks between the two of you,” So you really want to do this?”

Speaking over one another you and Josh vehemently agree.

Danny places a cookie in front of the three of you,” Fuck, I am so lucky.”

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The next day the three of you piled into Danny's car as he drove you to one of the local studios that offer permanent jewelry.

You ask your loves,” Are we doing necklaces or bracelets? I think I'd prefer a necklace honestly.”

Danny placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly,” A necklace sounds great babe, what do you think Josh?”

“A necklace is perfect, love. I'm so excited.”

Once inside the studio you told the artist that you were doing permanent necklaces, the three of you chose gold chains. The artist chose a thinner gauge chain for yours, a medium gauge for Josh, and a slightly thicker one for Danny. Insistent that it would compliment your builds the best.

All in all your appointment was over in forty five minutes, but the elation you felt was endless. You were yet again linking yourself to them forever and it felt so damn good.

Danny was unlocking the car when you stopped him,” Wait! We need a picture!”

Josh sidled up beside you with Danny taking up the rear, you held your phone out and snapped a picture.

Danny mused, picking at the gold chain around your neck, “See, this will be there forever, just like my love for you.”

Josh grabbed your phone to get a better look at the picture,” It's perfect! What do you say we use this to send to everyone we want to invite. Announce it, and have it next month?” He continued to ramble a bit,”I want to do it before the baby comes, and I'd think you would want to do it before you get super pregnant-”

“Next month is perfect baby.” You told him, easing his mind.

Later that evening you were scrounging up something to make for you and your loves for dinner when your phone dinged, a message from Josh. You furrowed your brow because you knew he was in the music room, why was he texting you?

Opening his text message thread you were met with an invitation template. Josh input the selfie you all took in your necklaces, with the words Bound to You underneath. Beneath that was your address inviting the recipients to come celebrate at your home and the date of which it was going to take place.

Another text from Josh came in reading, Forever with you my love ❤️ I already booked someone to man the bar😉 Start looking for a pretty outfit to wear, my wife.

Giddy emotions rose in your chest, you were so excited. You beelined it to the music room, where you were met with Josh and Danny sitting in front of a tablet on the desk.

“Do you like it?”Josh asked, biting at the skin on his fingers.

“Josh, I love it! It's perfect.”

Danny pulled you into his lap,his hands settling on your bump,” I was thinking, it would be kinda cool if we all wore white. I mean this whole thing is already super bohemian, might as well do whatever we want.’

“I think it's perfect.”

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One month went by quicker than you could have ever imagined. You stood in your bathroom putting the final curl in your hair, your party was set to start in a half hour. Unplugging your curling iron you set your hands on your growing bump, gently rubbing your hands over it, feeling the soft fabric of your flowy white dress.

“We're celebrating today sweet girl. Your daddies and I are going to be together forever,” you paused before continuing to murmur to your stomach,” I'm going to tell you all about this when you get older. How you were here with us, an extension of our love while we were celebrating it. So, so beautiful.”

You piece out your curls with your fingers when a soft knock on your door retrieves you from your thoughts.

Opening it you find Josh and Danny standing there in their white suits,” Can you do the white dots on our faces? Need them to be even- oh my God you look incredible!”

“Me? Did you look at yourselves, you two look stunning.”

You grab the white cream eyeliner pencil from Josh's hand and instruct him to sit on the counter, his hands rest on your bump as you carefully and evenly put the dots on his cheeks. Eventually you feel Danny's fingers dance along the swell of your ass,” Dan, I have to concentrate love.”

He lets out a boyish giggle as he places his hand back in his lap patiently waiting for his turn.

Once the three of you had beautifully placed white marks on your faces it was time to start welcoming guests.

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The sun had set quickly, but the magical glow of the twinkle lights and the candles kept the backyard atmospheric. At this point everyone was a few cocktails deep and you were sure your men were feeling as emotional as you were with your hormones. Everyone you loved was gathered in your backyard, looking around you saw friends and relatives, Danny was mingling with Josh's parents. You saw him tilt his head back and laugh. Josh came up with a cocktail in one hand and wrapped his free arm around your waist, his fingers softly swirling across your bump.

“You look ethereal in your pretty dress baby,” Josh murmurs in between kisses to your jaw,” I can't wait to rip it off of you later.”

Turning your head you scoffed,” Joshua you aren't ripping my dress!”

He giggles,” Okay, okay! But I'll be aggressively unzipping the zipper.”

With that you erupted in a fit of giggles. He always knew how to make you laugh.

“I promise I won't rip your beautiful dress my love,” Josh smirks,” my wife.”

You watched as Danny and Josh's mother approached you from across the lawn.

She wrapped her arms around you in an all encompassing hug,” Oh you look magnificent! You all look so pretty.”

She moves on to hug her oldest son,” Joshua. My baby. I was a little too emotional to tell you earlier,” a smile grew on your face as you remember the happy tears she cried,” I never imagined this for you. I'm so, so proud of you, your love knows no bounds. It's more than what I could have imagined.”

A large genuine toothy smile adorns his face,” Mom-”

Karen shushes him,” Just let me tell you all how much I love you okay?”

She turns to face Danny now,” You have always been a part of our family, when you and Sam became best friends, I just knew you'd be around forever. And now, you love my son so fiercely, I'm so happy.”

She clutches your hands in her own, her soft aged hands feel so comforting in your own,” Y/N. You brought them together, and I'm so thankful for that. You made them fathers. You are so incredible and I'm so glad they have you. I love you three so much, I am so happy for you.”

You purse your lips as your eyes get watery,'' We love you too. Thank you.”

The night got later and your husbands had more to drink. You felt like you had a permanent smile on your face. Each man, sometimes both would continue to check up on you and then flit off often times with one of their brothers.

Sam came up to you with Josh and Danny in tow. You smirked to yourself as you took in their squinty eyes and pink flushed cheeks.

Sam waved his camera around a bit,” Y/N! We have to recreate the picture from Christmas! You're so much bigger now!,” Sam realized what he said,” Fuck, not you! Uh, the baby! The baby is so much bigger now.”

You reassured Sam you knew what he meant and you pulled Josh into your side as Danny knelt down to press his lips against your stomach.

Josh pressed his lips to your cheek as Sam pressed the shutter button, successfully recreating the picture that was on your fridge from Christmas. You and your loves in front of the Christmas tree at Josh's parents house.

Danny grabbed his drink from the table behind him and he held it up,” Okay everyone! I have a little speech I want to say. Y/N, Josh, I love you. I can't believe you both agreed to be my partner, let alone for forever, but I am so incredibly blessed. I am so proud to call you both my husband and my wife. We have a beautiful baby on the way, and I'm so excited for that journey. I can't wait to be old and wrinkly with the both of you. I'm going to cherish every moment from now until then. You two are so special to me, I love you.”

Danny took a pull from his drink, and your guests clapped. Once he swallowed the liquid you pulled him in for a searing kiss.

Josh piped up,” Okay! My turn!,” he clasped his hands together,” Never in a million years did I think that you, Y/N, stealing my Iced Chai latte at that little coffee shop downtown would have turned into this beautiful life we have. Never did I think that you would lead me to the man I get to call my husband, never did I think I would get to call you my wife. I love you both so much, I'll love you both until my last breath.”

Furiously wiping away the tears forming in the corners of your eyes,” I'm gonna cry my damn makeup off,” you fan yourself trying to calm down,” All I can really think of to say is that I love you both. I can't believe this is my life, and I am so grateful for it.”

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“Yo Sam! Come on man! Let's go, you're the last one still dicking around,” Jake called from the foyer. You, Josh, and Jake were standing in the foyer by your front door. Sam was somewhere in your home, distracting Danny you were sure.

Josh nuzzles into the crook of your neck, lightly kissing and nipping it, with his arms wrapped around your body. You took a grounding deep breath as he subtly ground his erection into your ass.

You hear Sam's drunken voice,” But my best friend got married! We're celebrating! I'm so happy for him!”

Danny's steering him by the shoulders through the house closer to Jake.

“I get that buddy, but they want to do some celebrating themselves.”

You huff a laugh as you pretend Josh's length pressing into your skin isn't affecting you.

Once Sam is within Jake's grasp, he ushers him out the door, as Danny shuts it yelling a quick goodbye.

You heard the deadbolt lock and you pried yourself from Josh's limbs walking towards your bedroom,” Okay, I need the both of you inside me right now.”

Josh and Danny looked at each other a little stunned.

Looking over your shoulder,” You heard me!”

Danny quickly caught up to you, spinning you to face him before picking you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist you could feel him straining against his white dress pants, sending a shiver down your spine.

Gently Danny kneeled on your bed and lowered you to the middle of the mattress. You watched your loves undress until they were left in nothing but the gold chains around their necks.

Josh crawled over you, kissing up your chest before capturing your necklace between his teeth tugging on it slightly.

“I've been waiting to take this off all night.”

Josh's fingers found the zipper on your back and pulled it down before taking the straps of your dress in his hands, pulling it from your body. Your nipples instantly harden from the cool air in your bedroom and Danny observes,softly stroking himself,” You were naked under that sexy dress tonight? Such a dirty girl.”

Josh pushes his lips against yours in a needy kiss, guiding you backwards until your head hits the bed. He softly grinds his cock on the swell of your stomach,” You said you want us both inside you, how do you want us to do that baby?”

Josh props himself up on his arm, waiting for you to respond,” Well, I would love to experience both of you, in me, at the same time. But unfortunately both of my husbands have massive cocks and I truly don't think that would fit.”

Josh blushes a little,” I don't think that would work either.”

“You could finger me at the same time.”

Danny has come up from behind Josh, kissing and nipping at the both of your legs.

Danny's long calloused fingers swipe at the slick that has been accumulating, if you were honest, all night.

“Fuck Josh, our wife is so wet,” Danny's middle finger slips inside you,” Come feel her.”

Josh untangles himself from you and joins his husband as the foot of the bed. You groan when you feel Josh's fingers slip over your bundle of nerves. After a few minutes Josh removes his touch from your clit and instead slides two fingers parallel to Danny's, successfully filling you with both men.

“Fuck that feels so good!” You cry, arching into their touch.

Danny slides his thumb against your lower hole causing you to clench, and Josh takes his thumb gliding it over your puffy swollen clit.

“Ohhh, you're going to make me cum like that.”

Danny chuckles, “ That's the point sweetheart.”

Both men curl their fingers against your inner walls pushing you closer and closer to your high.

“Don't. Stop - fuck!”

Warmth spreads throughout your body as you convulse around their fingers, cumming hard.

Josh and Danny remove their hands from your body, and Danny grabs Josh's soaked fingers, putting them in his mouth and sucking your release off them.

Josh's cock pounds and he whimpers,” Please Danny.”

“What do you want sweet boy?”

“I wanna get fucked Danny.”

Danny stares at Josh for a moment longer, taunting him,” Are you going to be a sweet subby boy for us Josh?”

“Please give it to me Danny, your sweet boy needs it so bad. Choke me, spank me, make me fucking cry I don't care, I want it.”

Danny turns his attention to you,” Hear that baby? Joshy needs to be spoiled, let's make that happen love.”

Your clit throbbed at Josh's whining, and Danny got off of the bed and went to the drawer you keep your toys in.

As Danny was gathering an arsenal Josh got comfortable next to you on the bed.

“Are you having fun baby? Feel good?”

Reaching out you grab his leaking cock and softly stroke him, making him hiss.

“Yes Josh, I am having fun.”

Rising to your knees you swing your leg over his hip straddling him. You feel his cock hot and twitching underneath your core, just begging to be let inside.

“Please let me in love… let me feel how warm and wet that pretty pussy is.”

You bite back a moan as you lift your hips and fluidly let him enter you, sinking down on his length.

“Oh Fuuuck.”

You placed your hands on his chest as you started to grind your hips,” You… you said you want to be choked Josh?”

“Yeah, do it. Choke me.”

You slid your hand up his chest, up to his neck. He slightly nodded his head giving you permission to squeeze. Tightening your hold on his throat you rode him harder watching his eyes roll back as his cheeks redden.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer as you watched him submit to you.

He hoarsely spit out,” Slap me. Right across the face, fucking slap me.”

Your palm connected with Josh's cheek, smearing the white makeup across his face.

You peered down at him absolutely fucked out and the visual sent you spiraling over the edge, spraying him with your release.

“Good girl, cum all over him, that's it.” Danny praised.

When you settled down to catch your breath Danny questioned Josh,” You didn't cum, right sweet boy?”

Josh shook his head no,” Good boy, turn over ass up. I've found a toy for you.”

You switched spots with Josh and he arched in front of you. Josh crawled a little closer to you, so his face could connect with your cunt. He lazily licks and kisses your heat, Danny comes over and places the white silk scarf Josh was wearing earlier in your hand.

“You're going to choke him with this.”

You watch Danny get into position behind Josh, he reaches for the lube and drizzles it all over the toy. The toy in his hands? Bright blue vibrating anal beads.

“Is my husband ready to get his tight little ass fucked?”

Josh's chuckle quickly turned into a moan as the toy was turned on and the smallest bead was inserted.

“ I can see your pretty pink hole fluttering, you want more love?”

“Please.”

You groan as Josh's lips kiss over your lower lips,” More Danny, give him more.”

After a few more minutes of prepping Danny asks Josh if he's ready.

“So ready, I need to cum so bad.”

Danny removes the toy and lathers his cock in lube,” Loop the scarf around his neck babe.”

You did as you were told and Josh gave you a lazy fucked out smile in return.

Josh connected his mouth with your core once more as Danny slid inside him.

“Fuck you're so big Danny.”

Josh lapped and sucked on your most sensitive skin, moaning as Danny railed him, you remembered about the ends of the scarf in your hand and tugged lightly.

In turn Josh moans louder and your high starts to return in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, Josh, that's it baby. You feel so good around my cock!”

Danny delivers harsh blow after harsh blow to Josh's ass, spanking him.

Josh moans lowly as he cums without a touch to his cock. His release splattering across the sheets and your legs as he continues to get railed until Danny cums.

The feeling of his release on your skin paired with his sinful tongue flicking your clit makes you transcend into yet another climax of the night.

The three of you fall silent as you come down, carefully pulling away from each other, mindful of your overstimulated skin. The three of you flop down on the now ruined sheets, and you lace your fingers together with Josh and Danny's.

Josh chuckles, his voice sounding wrecked from his airway being restricted for so long,” What a way to consummate a marriage.”

Fin.

My babies got married 🥹 I hope you all love them as much as I do 🫶

#gvf #danny gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #gvf smut #iced chai universe

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 2 years ago

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Can you write a smutty headcanon about Walter marshall please? 🥺 He's my fav 💚

Hii hun❤️

I'm gonna try, but I can't really tell with Walter, even though i love him, so this is going to be heavily influenced by how other writers (especially @littlefreya and @wolvesandhoundshowltogether) see and write him.

Also, i read your name as "superdick" again 😂 i guess I'll never read it right 😂😂🙈

Warnings: smutty stuff, random, no coherence 😅

somewhat a pleasure dom/ service top, something in between (if he has time that is)

Can read your body perfectly

Knows how to please you, how to tease you

Willing to try everything you ask him to

You don't have to tell him what you need, he knows, and he'll provide, even if don't have much time

KING of quickies. Has mastered the art of making you both feel satisfied within a short period of time because he always seems to be on the run

Loves a good blow job before he has to leave for work

Pays you back when he comes home with his head between your thighs

Uses his beard to his advantage

Loves how much you hate love it when he teases you l rubbing his bearded chin and cheeks against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs

Keeps it very clean and well groomed for that reason too (not mainly ofc) because you want beard burn but not a rash

Loves seeing you tied up and in sexy lingerie

Sometimes takes a few days off between cases to spend them in bed with you

Doesn't love police role-play, but his reluctance is only pretend. Likes using handcuffs on you and bending you over the kitchen counter or back of the couch

But also likes it if you take charge

Leaning dom, but kinda a switch. Wants to turn off his mind from time to time after very difficult cases, so he's thankful for the moments you tell him what to do

Also gets off on being bossed around by someone smaller and weaker than him (like... almost everybody is)

Loves fucking you from behind but also needs to see your face, so basically that's why you installed the floor length mirror in the bedroom

Prefers bed over couch or kitchen counter. After a while it gets uncomfortable.

Likes to mark you up but in places only he can see. Scared of people seeing them and thinking he's hurt you (isn't leaving bruises on your so illegal in the uk? It stems from that)

Fucks you rough but doesn't like spanking you. At least not much. Doesn't want to hurt you.

Honestly... From very gentle to very rough, he does everything.

Loves creampie-ing you.

Doesn't want to deal with another kid after Faye though, so he got the snip.

Shower sex! If he goes home to 'shower' it's mostly an excuse and he really needs to get off. Fucking you in the shower? Two birds one stone.

Loves and hates it when you send him dirty texts at work.

Yep, will go home to 'shower' after especially raunchy texts.

Honestly... Prefers watching TV or napping with you in his arms over having sex though. He just wants to hold you.

I think that's all I have 😊

#Ask lisa #Superdcchick #Walter Marshall #walter marshall headcanon #walter marshall smut #walter marshall fanfic #walter marshall drabble #walter marshall fic #Henry Cavill #henry cavill headcanon #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill fic

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hearthhuntescasty · 1 month ago

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Depression, new adult rant. Mentions of suicidal ideation are sprinkled throughout the paragraphs, paragraph of SH will have a warning before it and is completely skippable.

I've now been a proper adult for a few months now. An apartment with my partner and our puppy. An 8-3 job 5 days a week and paychecks. A functioning morning routine. Antidepressants. A health hazard kitchen, laundry everywhere, and I sleep on the couch because I'm always too exhausted to properly handle my room that the dog keeps diarrhea shitting in.

I have ADHD and depression (probably dysthymia?. No diagnoses here. Perhaps one day soon. But I had a therapist in college who specialized in nurodivergence and she was very sure I was ~something~).

Honestly, idk how people do it. I don't know how they can go to work, come home, deal with 109 things, go to bed and still want to wake up in the morning to do it all again. I'm not sure how in the hell they have energy to do all this shit. How do you feed yourself and others 3 times a day, clean up, do hygiene, go to work, and not become exhausted? I just upped my antidepressants, and I felt better for a while but I think my depression became worse. I don't get how so many people are content living their lives like this. Do they feel content? They ALL don't certainly want to kill themselves. Do they feel rewarded after a hard day's labor?

I have a very rewarding, people focused job. I help children. I watch them grow in ways they might've not have because many people would've given up or coddled them, at least historically. I love my job, or at least, I think I do. I'm too busy being exhausted, and feeling just about nothing and trying to meet my needs and do my job properly at work. I forget everything, and there's so much going on all the time, and so many judgement calls, and I don't want to get in trouble (corrected for mistakes). It's like I just don't get it sometimes. I need to be confident too, which I'm good at, if I don't feel like I'm about to get in trouble, which I'm always a little haunted by because I take my mistakes to heart more than I ought to, I can't stop thinking about my mistakes the day I make them.

I just, I feel nothing. And it seems like nothing fixes it. Will I ever feel better? It's unbearably miserable and empty. I love fall, I get beautiful views this time of year. I try to appreciate the leaves, it's like they never really reach me. I used to feel joy and appreciation, I used to feel like I was seeing this beautiful catching moment. Now I only feel the dullest amount of enjoyment from them, not enough to embrace joy. I try to think of the thoughts I used to have but, it's all faded mumblings that mean nothing to me. it's made me feel like the fall, the summer, the seasons just pass me by and I missed them. I've missed them for years. I black out most of my summers, even when they were likely kinda pleasant. I do remember this summer, but only cause so many Firsts happened.

The following paragraph goes into details about SH. Skip to the next paragraph if that's too much.

I got back into self harm, not that anyone other than the internet knows now. I don't want the attention. Sometimes a little just makes me feel like all that misery can just pour out of me at once and Its enough to be able to suck it up and go on with my day, there's no overwhelming of emotion there's no thought of it afterwards except checking the marks and feeling their burn a bit. Its practically nothing. I don't cut real hard, bleeding, maybe a raised red line. Not even enough to be noticable, nothing that can't be explained away.

Since I was a tween I just wanted to have a job that I enjoyed, and my own place and live a really simple, normal, but happy life. A modest one by most "when I grow up" desires. I was just so sure I would be happy. I tried so hard, I'm trying so hard. And I'm still not happy. I was so sure once I figured things out I'd be happy. My life should be pleasent, tolerable. If it was purely up to my optimistic cheery predisposition and hard work and the fortune I have, I should be content with my life at the minimum. I should be happy, I hope. But it's really not. It's just the chemicals in my brain. I'm so burnt out over the littlest things. Things that are little to neurotypicals, but I gotta build up for. I'm not sure I want to keep on living, I surely don't want to keep on living like this but what choice do I have? I always wanted to open my own tea house, and even if that say brought me the contentment with life I'm searching for, I have to hold out and then work triple time. And I probably will be burnout, or simply the repetitive nature of it will keep be stuck in the same limbo I am now. I just need to keep holding out. Maybe soon my depression will ease off and I'll feel more put together again soon. I will say, my depression/burnout isn't as bad as it has been historically before meds, I used to hurt miles more than I do rn in these moments. I used to feel like I was going insane and I just wanted to be insane to make it go away. I still feel a bit like that ngl but I don't feel insane. I feel rather sane and adult, things need to be and I'll push to get them there and then I will be fine. But God I can't see any point in living my life rn other than to support my partner.

There's really never not enough time. It just keeps rolling and I can't catch up on weekends rn.

Here's some songs that I just keep looping cause they hit.

#adulting #adhd #ADHD depression #deppression #young adult #executive dysfunction #mentally exhausted #burnout #burnt out #self h@rm #tw: sucidal thoughts #tw sucidal ideation #vent post #Spotify #hearthhunterescasty

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ovwechoes · 3 months ago

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Hii!! Would you be open to writing some mauga x doomfist hcs? I think the way that they interact could be a kinda fun rivalry with romance thing hehe :3

IronGauntlet / Mauga x Doomfist Headcanons (SFW) Thank you for the ask anon! I'm happy to write for them, and I rambled a bit so they're under the cut (as per usual). Enjoy; my asks are open and requests are welcome <3

What is their relationship dynamic? I can honestly agree with you that Akande and Maugaloa would have the type of relationship that's rivalry, and based on beating the other in a competition of the heart. They make everything a contest, and take every opportunity to show the other's better at romance, intimacy, anything else they can think of. Oddly enough, it strengthens their bond even more. I like to think that they started out as friends with benefits too; they needed stress relief and didn't want to turn to people who're outside the organisation, and with how loyal Maugaloa is to Talon, Akande knows he can trust him not to spill anything about it. Things developed from that point, and they ended up dating a few months after their situationship started.

Who confessed? How did it go? I can see Akande confessing, but not at all in the stereotypical way of talking about your emotions and whatnot. He probably went about the conversation by telling Maugaloa that their ‘agreement’ became too complicated for him, and so Akande has to end it there. Maugaloa would have to pry incessantly to get Akande to open up, explain why, tell him everything. And with a lot of frustration, he would say his emotions have complicated his rationality regarding the situationship, and so it has to end. Akande wouldn't expect Maugaloa to profess to him that they can keep going, and include their shared emotions in a relationship. It comforted Akande, knowing that Maugaloa could see right through him and wasn't intimidated by him enough to let him go. That's how their relationship started, and it's bloomed with a lot of arguments and rivalry since.

How do they show love to each other? Maugaloa shows his love for Akande through words of affirmation - he's a very cocky man, and is confident in himself and his abilities. So, he rarely would shy away from telling Akande how handsome he is, praising him for his abilities while also teasing him in a competitive light, that sort of thing. He likes to make his words of affirmation a sort of dig at Akande, riling him up even more and getting him to respond with much more bite to his words. It's his favourite way of showing Akande he appreciates him and loves him, with gift giving as a very close second. Akande likes to show his love for Maugaloa through acts of service, or physical touch. Akande can be selfish, rarely wanting to lift a finger for other people as it might show a lack of power from him. However, with Maugaloa, it's one of the few ways he knows how to show him that they're truly on the same level in the relationship and that he appreciates his partner for their reciprocated love. Maugaloa will often come home to Akande making their bed, or cleaning the kitchen slightly, just to make the apartment feel more comfortable especially if Maugaloa's tired. It's his specific way of letting go of some power, before regaining it through physical touch (hand on the thigh or lower back, kisses on his neck, that sort of thing).

What are their favourite aspects of their partner? Akande and Maugaloa share a mutual love for the other's competitive spirit - it keeps the relationship alive and thriving, adding an element of freshness whenever they spar or compete with each other. It's something they both appreciate, as they have an innate need for variety in a relationship. Having every day be the same way, with the same activities, with the same words shown, is both of their biggest fears, and they appreciate that shared fear and desire for adventure. On the other hand, Akande loves Maugaloa's passion for his native country, often starting conversations just to hear how passionate he is for the people, culture, etc. Maugaloa loves Akande's drive and will power, often pushing through the negative to meet his goals by any means necessary. It's something he's come to admire, seeing his drive as something rarely found in people anymore.

What are some dates they enjoy with each other? Maugaloa's a sucker for a destination date, often finding it thrilling to throw a dart at a map, spending the day there with Akande, and then coming home to Talon in one piece still (thanks to Moira). It's something he's grown to love, and seeing Akande talking passionately about the war history wherever they are, and what their military is like, is special. It's something he rarely can pry out of Akande, but when they're away from Talon it's as though he's a different person. Akande's favourite dates are ones where his thrill-seeking side is explored, with things like bungee-jumping, helicopter tours, shark diving, etc. He's an adrenaline junkie, and likes the power it gives him in moments where he should feel fearsome or vulnerable. Being able to explore those with someone who's just as adventurous as he is, with as much confidence as he has is important and something he values about his relationship with Maugaloa.

What are some insecurities or worries they have regarding their relationship? They rarely speak about these things, as they feel as though doing so would reduce their confidence and power. It's not a common thing for the pair of them either, with the occassional thought blurring their mind for a few moments before they shake out of it. However, Akande's biggest concern for their relationship is that it may soften him, and distract him from his goals. It doesn't and he feels better off being with Maugaloa, but it's a small voice in the back of his mind reminding him of the vulnerability he's exposing himself to. He can shake it off pretty easily, but it does haunt him sometimes and make him feel concerned about his prowess or fear factor (causing him to be unnecessarily cruel to his team and Talon workers until he's satisfied that he's got the power he deserves there). It's something he'll always struggle with in his relationships, but it doesn't bring him down easily. Maugaloa's biggest worry about their relationship is that when Akande's bored of him, he'll move onto someone bigger or better. He likes to come off as a ‘big dumb brute’, often playing into his confidence as though he's oblivious to reality. However, that's far from the truth and he's scarily aware of Akande's ambitions and how there's always someone bigger, stronger, and more intimidating lurking in the shadows. Sometimes he's scared that Akande will grow tired of him, and tired of his inability to keep getting stronger (even though he is). With some gentle boasting to inflate his ego to himself, he moves from it quickly. He understands where the worry comes from, and uses it in the end to push himself forwards and improve himself as a partner more.

#akande ogundimu #doomfist #doomfist headcanons #maugaloa malosi #mauga #mauga headcanons #mauga x doomfist #doomfist x mauga #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch headcanons #asks are open #requests are open #safe for work #ovw headcanons

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mrzombielover · 2 years ago

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Hi! Idk if you take requests or even like, emergency requests but, it's obviously Christmas time and I'm feeling really down bc I'm spending it alone. I was wondering if you could write something with Ghost and König's friend calling them and asking them if they could spend the holiday together? Up to you if you wanna make it friends to lovers kinda thing but honestly anything fluff and sweet is more than enough. Thank you so much, and Merry Christmas!

hii i normally don’t take emergency requests (cause i’m not good at themsbahhd) but this prompt is cute. hope headcanon format is okay, that’s the fastest way i could get this out

sorry if this sucks, i wrote it really quickly and didn’t edit it lol

hope your christmas gets better anon :,(

most people are thrilled to get time off for christmas. it’s heartwarming to see dads reunite with their kids during the season, when the majority of people get time off. ordinarily, around this time of year, you’d drown yourself in work and missions to try and take your mind off it, but captain price insisted you guys get this time off to go home and relax. honestly though, you were dreading going back home. it just depresses you.

at the airport, boarding was about to begin, and you found yourself fighting tears. everyone around you seemed to be waiting anxiously, wanting nothing more than to get to your destination. as the minutes went on, you were filled with more and more dread.

at the very last minute, just as they were about to call your group, you found yourself running away from the gate, phone in hand, thinking of anyone to call so last minute.

- simon “ghost” riley

ghost was similar to you in that he also dislikes the holiday season. he’s got no one to celebrate with and nothing but bad memories of it.

when he picked up your call, he told you he hadn’t left the base, and didn’t really plan to soon.

at first he was apprehensive, but he quickly found that he really likes having you on base with him. there were some christmas decorations, but the base was almost entirely empty.

for the first time, ghost was enjoying his holiday break, and quickly got used to your presence.

you guys binge movies in the rec room to pass the time, make a ton of food from whatever’s left in the kitchen, and once you’ve exhausted everything else, you even get a little work and cleaning done.

it’s been a really nice distraction having eachother around. you don’t need to explain anything to eachother, simon will silently accept and comfort you.

the cold pushes you guys together, you’ll cheekily ask to stay in his room to “warm up”, and spoon all night. cuddling while watching movies and forcing him to try your hot cocoa.

some days pass, and even though you didn’t really talk about christmas with him, he got you a gift anyway. it would be something small but sentimental, probably from a mission you were both on or the country where you met. a souvenir or piece of jewelry, or something useful, like a watch. he thinks he isn’t great at giving gifts, but it’s the thought he puts into them that makes it special.

just a few days until you’ve got to go back to work, and you’ve enjoyed an actual relaxing winter holiday. before you go, he’ll catch up to say goodbye, before realizing you’re under the mistletoe. he’ll plant a gentle, almost cautious kiss to your soft lips, letting his hands cup your face, as if begging you not to go. the two of you agree to do this every year.

- könig

(his family life is p much all my headcanon btw)

whenever he has the chance, könig goes back to austria over breaks. he becomes incredibly homesick, especially around the holidays, and when you called, he was ecstatic to show you his beautiful home and share traditions with you.

it made him so happy when you asked to spend time with him, and he was so glad you felt comfortable enough to open up to him about how hard the holidays are for you. he silently vowed to change that for you.

he immediately showed you all his favorite local restaurants and cafes, food he’d been craving so bad during the months he was deployed. you guys did typical touristy stuff along with local traditions and experiences.

he insisted you have dinner at his parents house for christmas, and helped you pick out last minute gifts. horrible at wrapping presents though, that was all you.

his parents are so nice, especially his mom, even though she teased könig about finally bringing a partner home. you made biscuits with her, but she wouldn’t let you help clean, insisting that you were a guest.

after you thank him for making this your best christmas, he’ll tell you how great it was to have you here, and comment on how you should make it a tradition. with christmas lights in the background and snow flurrying around you, you’ll finally make it official.

#guys please read my rules lol #!asks #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #tuck how do i tag this #könig x reader #konig x reader #call of duty #cod x reader #könig #simon riley #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #!my stuff #my little meow meow

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skzfictions · 2 years ago

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Take The Blame (Lee Felix Fic)

Summary: After a food fight breaks out between you and his friends, Lee Felix, the most popular guy at your arts academy, wants to know the truth about why you took the blame when you weren't even the one who started it, but you have no intentions on telling him the truth about why you did.

Genre: Nonidol! AU, Academy! AU, Fluff, Comfort, Cooking Class, Closed-off Reader, Reader is kinda mean to Felix at first, Felix wants to open Reader's heart ❤️

♡Pairing: Lee Felix X GN! Reader

Words: 7K

Warnings: mentions of food, mentions of bullying

Lmk if there's anything else

A/N: Felix likes baking, I like baking, and that's how this short story came about. If you like this story, lmk. Reblogs are always appreciated 🙏 Thanks~~<3

"Why did you take the blame for starting the food fight in class earlier today?"

At the unexpected sound of the familiar deep voice that suddenly piped up from behind you, you whipped your head around, but once you saw who it was, you quickly turned back around and went back to what you were originally doing which was scrubbing down one of the dirty kitchen counters of your Home Economics classroom.

“What are you doing here?” you grumbled out in a surly manner, before grimacing at the sound of your shaky voice. You really hated how pathetic you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. After what had happened earlier that day in class, you were in a pissy mood, and your eyes were filled to the brim with hot tears that threatened to spill over and down your cheeks if you so much as blinked.

With all that in mind, you really didn't want to see his face at the moment and you definitely didn't want to cry in front of him, so you kept your eyes focused on what you were doing.

Honestly, you wished he would just go away, but he seemed to have other plans.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that question?" You heard him ask as you continued scrubbing the counter, albeit with a little more force than necessary but that's just how upset you were. You heard him continue. "What are you doing here? You weren't even the one who started the fight, so why did you take the blame?"

"Just go away, Felix," you griped, not wanting to deal with your persistent classmate, but again, he had other plans.

"No," he refuted, much to your annoyance. "You've been telling me and my friends to 'go away' since day one. Now you're here, by yourself, crying over something you didn't even do that was our fault? So, why?"

You didn't answer him. You thought that maybe if you didn't respond and left him talking to himself then maybe he would take the hint and leave but you should've known better. This was the ever persistent Lee Felix, after all.

"I mean, that's a bit masochistic of you, don't you think?" you heard him continue before he paused as a new thought seemed to come to him. "Wait! That's it, isn't it? Are you a masochist, y/n?"

You rolled your eyes, irritated by his idiotic question which caused your sarcastic side to come out.

"You know what? You're right. I'm a masochist," you replied, callously, momentarily stopping to glare at him who was standing in the doorway of the classroom, before going back to finish scrubbing the counter that was now almost polished sparkling clean due to you using so much force. "I like to torture myself by taking the blame for pretty-faced, dumbass boys like you, even for things I didn't even do."

Once you finished scrubbing the counter, you turned to face him. "Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Your classmate, Felix, who was still standing in the doorway, now blinked big, innocent-looking eyes at you that actually almost made you feel guilty for being so hostile towards him even though he deserved it.

"No," he answered, more soberly now. "Not if it's not true, which I don't think it is..."

You rolled your eyes again, not bothering to reply to his comment, and went back to cleaning. You moved to the next counter that was covered in some questionable brown gunk and sprayed it with cleaner before scrubbing it down, but as you did so, you felt Felix's eyes watching your every move from his position in the doorway.

You seriously hoped he would just give up and leave if you continued to ignore him, but after a few minutes of feeling his eyes watching your every move as you moved around the classroom cleaning, annoyed, you finally decided to address him.

"Uh…are you just going to stand there and stare at me all day?" You asked, annoyed by his presence.

"Yes," he said, frankly, with a shrug of his shoulders. "I will until you tell me the truth."

You winced at him before turning back to scrub yet another dirty counter. There was dried food scum all over it thanks to the food fight that happened earlier that day in class.

"You must have a lot of free time," you grumbled out while scrubbing furiously.

"Today I do," you heard him respond. "I would've been busy all afternoon cleaning our Home Ec room, but a certain someone took care of that by taking the blame for a food fight they didn't even start, so…"

As he trailed in his sentence, you knew that his extra emphasis on the word "someone" was referring to you but you ignored it.

"Fine," you said as you continued to clean. "Stare all you want. I don't care."

As far as you were concerned, he could stare all day until his eyes fell out of their sockets. He still wasn't getting a peep out of you.

But you were surprised when he suddenly entered the classroom and sat himself down in a chair at one of the clean counters you had already scrubbed. You watched in surprise as he made himself comfortable and did just as you said; however, you continued to ignore him as you went back to cleaning while he quietly watched you from across the room, but he must have gotten a little bored because he eventually took out his phone and started tinkering with it.

You had to admit, your yellow-haired classmate sure was stubborn, but you could be just as stubborn, so you refused to engage with him as you just moved around the food infested classroom, cleaning it spotless but even then, he still didn't leave. In fact, he even pulled out some homework, eventually.

You couldn't believe he was actually sticking around. You had been kind of joking when you told him that he could sit and stare for as long as he wanted but you didn't think he would really do it.

Regardless, you were so engrossed in cleaning, and he had been so quiet the entire time you did so, that you barely heard him when he did finally speak up. In fact, you didn't even realize that it was you he was talking to until you looked up at him and saw him staring at you with those big innocent eyes again.

"Do you know?" He asked you now.

You didn't.

"What?" you questioned unsurely. You didn't even know what he was talking about.

He then glanced down at the paper in front of him.

"It's question number five of our homework," he explained before reading the question. "Which term describes the process by which gluten absorbs moisture and becomes firmer?"

He then looked back at you again. "Do you know?"

You blinked at him, a little stupefied by his question but still answered. "Uh...that's coagulation…"

Instantly, Felix's face lit up. "Ah, right! I forgot about that." You watched as he turned his attention back to his homework and scribbled down something on his paper.

You, on the other hand, just shook your head, still irritated by his presence and now even more irritated by his lack of understanding of the basics of baking.

And yet this is the same guy who got a better grade on his baking dish than I did, you thought with contempt for your blond classmate.

"Dumbass," you muttered under your breath, but through the silence of the classroom, Felix must have heard your ridicule of him because you heard him snap his tongue in response.

"Y/N, why do you hate me so much?" He suddenly asked you.

"Because you're annoying," you answered, not missing a beat, while you now moved on to washing the stacks of dirty dishes piled near one of the sinks. You didn't even bother looking up at him as you started to clean, knowing it was going to take you at least an hour to wash them all.

"I'm annoying?" He repeated, incredulously, obviously offended. "That's it?! That's not a reason to hate someone especially to the point of trying to sabotage their dish-"

As you were cleaning dishes while listening to Felix go off on you, you hadn't been expecting him to bring up the incident that helped to start this entire fight between you two in the first place, so when he began to bring up the time you had tried to ruin one of his recipes for class, it caused you to flare up for a second.

You stopped washing as you began to yell, "THAT'S BECAUSE-" but you caught yourself and stopped yourself from yelling. You released a long exhale as you calmed yourself down before speaking in a much more mild tone although you were still tense.

"I only did that because I was desperate,” you admitted. “You and your stupid friends were completely taking over the class. I only did what I had to do."

"But that's so shitty!” he scolded you. “What did I ever do to you besides literally exist that you have it out for me?"

You didn't answer. There was a brief pause between you both as you continued to scrub dishes before he finally spoke again and when he did, it caused you to flare up again.

"What are you threatened by me?" he asked.

"Oh, please!” you scoffed, mockingly. You were offended that he would even begin to think that you were worried about his subpar cooking skills (even though there was some slight truth to that fact but you would never admit that). “I'm not worried about the couple stupid little dishes you made getting higher marks than mine. I could out cook you even in my sleep, anyday."

"Ah! So that's what this is really about,” you heard Felix say as if he had just stumbled upon some great discovery. “You're jealous that the teacher has been giving me higher marks than you."

You shook your head, still ignoring him. "Whatever, Felix. Think what you want.”

Even though you were nowhere near done cleaning the stacks of dishes, you suddenly turned off the running sink, before drying your hands with a towel and making your way over to the side of the room with your belongings. You picked up your bag and jacket and then began to make your way towards the door to leave.

"Where are you going?” Felix asked you as his eyes followed your frame move across the room from where he was still seated. “You're not even finished cleaning.”

"If you won't leave then I will," you said, coldly, as you now headed for the door but you were surprised when all of a sudden, Felix jumped up from his seat and ran in front of you, blocking your way out. You tried to move around him by stepping to the side, but he was faster and stepped right along with you, still blocking the way out. You then tried again, stepping the other way, but again, he was faster.

"What are you doing?" you gritted out. "Move!"

"No, not until you tell me the truth!” he refuted, as he glared at you, clearly not intending on backing down. “Why do you hate me so much?"

You sighed, not wanting to deal with him anymore. "Just leave me alone."

"No! I won't,” he said, still stubborn as ever and clearly determined to get the truth out of you even though you had made it clear through your dismissal of him that you had no intention of telling him anything. He continued in his tirade. “You've been giving me a hard time since the day I stepped foot into this classroom and now you've gone as far as trying to poison my dish! But then, today you go and take the blame for a food fight you didn't even start. None of what you’re doing or saying makes any sense! There's got to be a reason."

"Uh! Just shut up!" you snapped and tried to move around him again, but you were stopped when his arm suddenly stretched out and his hand slapped against the frame of the doorsill, thus, creating a physical barrier to keep you inside the room.

"Not until you tell me the truth," came his stern reply.

You stared at the pretty blond male standing before you, full of contempt for him.

"Fine,” you gritted out through clenched teeth. If ‘ol “Lixie boy” wanted the truth, he was gonna get the truth.

“You really wanna know why I hate you?” you asked him and he raised his brows at you, urging you to continue so you did. “You know, you're already super popular. The whole school worships at your feet. You've got everyone, literally, everyone, even the principal, in the palm of your hands! And all you have to do is bat your pretty eyelashes or give them that cute little smile and everyone just loses it!”

You then placed your hand over your chest and gave him a fake smile as you started to mockingly repeat all the compliments that literally everyone on campus always said about him.

“‘Oh, Felix is so lovely! Oh, Felix has the most beautiful freckles like constellations! Oh, Felix shines brighter than the sun! Oh, Felix is the most beautiful person in the entire world!’"

You then stopped in your mocking to glare at him again. “It gets on my frickin’ nerves! Especially when you use it to get away with literally everything! But this class, this place, it's my space. Cooking is my thing. A place where I can forget about you and your stupid pretty face and your dumbass friends and just be myself, but you had to come and barge your way into here as well! Like, reigning the rest of our academy wasn't enough for you, you had to come in here, a place where I reign, and take over here, too! And what's worse? You're actually good at it! And you don't even care! You just put shit together that literally looks like they belong in the garbage and yet somehow, whatever you make turns out to be delicious! And now even my favorite teacher worships you for that too!”

The fact that you had just released a month's worth of pent up stress all in one breath had you breathing heavily but you were glad to have finally gotten all of it off your chest. You then finally finished your outburst in a much more composed manner. “So yes, I hate you, Felix. Because you're annoying and irritating and you won't go away."

The entire time you had been going off on him, Felix had stood quietly, listening to your rant while staring at you, only looking away momentarily, and scratching at the back of his head like he was trying to process all the information you were throwing at him all at once. When you finally finished, he stood gaping at you for a good minute before finally saying, "You think I'm pretty?"

If he was trying to get a rise out of you, it was working because you felt heat rise within your chest, up your neck, and then up to your cheeks like a volcano. Your entire being was on fire! You clenched your hands into tight fists, just about ready to punch him in his stupid, pretty face.

"Is that all you heard?!" you grunted out in disbelief.

Felix chuckled now, seeing how angry you were, and must have figured it was time for him to take you seriously because he put his hands up in a placating stance. "No. I'm only joking, y/n. I’m sorry.” He paused for a moment, before asking, “Well, if you hate me so much then why did you take the blame for the fight?"

You stayed silent, as you were reminded of why you had even taken the blame for him and his dumbass friends in the first place. Just at the reminder, you began to feel the hot tears well up in your eyes again. That's when you moved to try and push past him again, not wanting to tell him, but Felix’s arm was surprisingly strong, as it remained iron-clad to the doorframe, not budging one bit.

You then looked away from him as frustrated tears began to betray you and tip over the edges of your eyes.

Seeing this, Felix relented and he spoke more softly this time in a manner that resembled a person trying to coax a scared kitten out of hiding. "The truth, y/n. Please?"

It worked. Somehow Felix had the ability to make even your closed-off self open up because you bit down on your lip as you finally admitted to him, "I just wanted you and your friends to finally leave me alone." Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, but that's honestly as high as you could get it to come out; it hurt to tell the truth. "I was hoping that if I took the blame, then maybe you guys would finally stop making fun of me…"

You felt tears begin to glide down your face, but before they could actually flow down, you quickly wiped them away, still trying to maintain some of your dignity in front of your perfect, blond classmate.

Felix stared at you, quietly while you avoided eye contact with him.

"I didn't know what my friends were saying about you bothered you that much," he finally said. "You always put up such a tough act."

"Can I go now?" You asked, impatiently. You wanted to be anywhere else than here in this room with him. "You got what you wanted. The truth."

The truth. The truth was that a couple of months ago, Lee Felix, the most popular guy at your arts academy, had chosen Home Economics as his elective class for reasons unbeknownst to you, but you didn’t really care why he was there all of a sudden. All you were interested in was getting him out the moment he entered because you knew he didn’t belong there. Culinary arts had been your passion that you took extremely seriously, but the academy didn’t have a proper culinary class; however, they did have Home Economics, and so that's what you had chosen to devote your studies to for the last two years.

Of course, along with the fact that Home Ec didn’t have the same funding as some of the other art classes, the cooking class was hardly the most popular field of study. Most students chose arts like music or dance which Felix was a master at the latter, thus, gaining him popularity enough to rival that of actual veteran performers in show business.

With the beauty of a god and natural talent most students would kill for, everyone on campus knew Felix was going to be a star someday. In fact, he already was, especially with his massive following on Tik Tok and just about every other form of social media out there.

You honestly didn’t care about his immense popularity, though. At least, not as long as you had your own space within the academy which just so happened to be the least popular arts curriculum there, the Home Economics class. You enjoyed cooking, baking, learning new recipes, and all the chef lingo you often saw on cooking channels. Someday, you hoped to go to a proper Culinary arts school to further your studies in the craft; however, your Home Ec class would do for now.

Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, for whatever reason, Lee Felix, the most popular guy in your academy, decided to drop in your own little haven on campus and made himself the king of that as well.

To say you were infuriated would have been an understatement. Aside from yourself, there were only about a dozen other students in the class, but once Felix showed up, this brought along a horde of his friends and even some of his fans as well, which resulted in the class becoming much more crowded.

Today, the class was fuller than it had ever been in the last two years you had been taking the elective, which actually could have been great for improving funding if the higher-ups could see that students were interested in the course. But his friends proved not to be interested in it at all, only taking it to be with Felix. As a result, they goofed off, and basically just disrespected the place you had made your own personal comfort space. On top of that, because you were one of the very few students who were actually passionate about cooking, this ended up making you the butt of jokes and taunting from some of Felix’s friends who thought you were super uptight. And okay, maybe you were a little uptight, but after having them all suddenly crash your only safe space in the entire academy only to make a complete mockery of it, could you be blamed for being a bit uptight?

In addition, as if to further irritate you, Felix seemed to be a natural-born chef because everything he made turned out to be complete masterpieces. Everyone in class always went for whatever dish he made, including your Home Ec teacher, who you could quickly tell was beginning to have a new favorite pupil thanks to Felix. He had been given five stars on his last three dishes, while you, on the other hand, had never received more than four. Needless to say, you were a bit jealous. In fact, you were so jealous that every little thing Felix did began to annoy you immensely, making you extra petty. Like you hated when he would borrow ingredients from your table because then he would never give them back! But nothing bothered you more than his stupid friends who all took immense pleasure in rubbing it in your face at how effortlessly better he was at everything you put all your effort into, followed by ridiculing you and making you feel less than.

They basically just came into class, taunted you for an entire hour, while praising Felix, then they all left together only to come back and do it again the next day. You hated it! Finally you’d had enough. That’s when you had attempted to ruin one of his dishes by sneaking by and adding an ungodly amount of salt to it.

Unfortunately, one of his friends had caught you in the act, and made a big scene, causing you to get publicly reprimanded by your instructor. From then on, his friends targeted you more viciously. Snide remarks, and taunting from them were a constant, both in and outside of class. Today had been the tip of the iceberg, though.

This time when one of his friends had made one of their little nasty comments about you, they had followed that comment with squirting barbeque sauce at you, thus dousing you in the thick saucey substance. Although you tended to be on the more reserved side, you were never one to back down from a fight if it meant defending yourself, so you had picked up whatever bottle was nearby and squirted it back at them. But this just caused them to laugh and taunt more as more of his friends tossed food items at you. That’s when someone in the class yelled the two words that started the whole chaos.

“Food Fight!”

In the two years you had been taking Home Ec, there had never once been a food fight amongst the students, but that all changed today. What had started off as a little spat between you and Felix’s friends ended up being an entire class affair. Everyone in class got in on the action as food, sauces, liquids, utensils, and whatever else flew throughout the classroom, every which way.

Your Home Ec teacher, who was completely horrified by the uproar, barely knew how to handle the situation considering this had never happened before. The headmaster had to be called, and your class ended up being questioned on who started the entire charade. No one spoke, that’s when your headmaster threatened your entire class with not only detention for the rest of the semester, but threatened to revoke everyone's admission to the winter formal.

That's when one of Felix’s friends completely threw you under the bus, saying you were the one who had started the whole fight. You could've fought back, but you knew it would just be your words against theirs and Felix's friends were all against you so they had more power. That's why you decided to take the blame for the whole fight. You thought maybe, just maybe if you did then they might leave you alone. Then, the headmaster took you to his office and gave you your punishment which included not only having to clean up the entire Home Ec room by yourself but mandatory detention for the week.

You took your punishment like a trooper, and stayed long after class was over to clean the Home Ec room by yourself, but you hadn't been expecting the one guy who had been at the center of all this drama to show up in the doorway while you did so.

Now that everything was out in the open, you had nothing left to give him, so you attempted to move past him one more time, but Felix’s arm didn't budge.

You fixed him with an incredulous stare.

What's his deal? you wondered. Is he still not satisfied?

Felix cleared his throat.

"Look, I'm really sorry, y/n," he began, his voice full of sincerity. "But I want you to know that I never made fun of you, but I also never stopped my friends from doing it either and that's just as bad. So for that I'm truly sorry."

You stayed still, staring anywhere but his probing eyes.

He continued. "I don't think you're a nerd or a…a…"

"A loner and a food snob whose only companion in the entire academy is our Home Ec teacher," you finished for him, repeating what you heard one of his friends say about you.

The skin under Felix’s pale cheeks turned crimson as he admitted, sheepishly, "Uh…yeah, that…" He then looked back up at you again. "I'll get them to quit picking on you. I promise. But in their defense you did kind of start this whole thing. They're all just as confused as I am as to why you hated all of us so much and for no reason when we first started the class." He then added, "Me especially."

You looked away not wanting to bring up the reason why. You had already admitted enough for today. You were used to being an incredibly closed-off person. It's how you stayed safe within your academy where you often felt like a fish out of water. You didn't think you could take much more being open and honest for today, but Felix seemed to always have this ability to bring out things you wanted to keep far down within the depths of your soul because what he said next got a rise out of you again.

"I would've never guessed it was because you were jealous of me," he stated.

"I'm not jealous!" You fired back at him.

"No?" He questioned with feigned innocence before his eyes started to narrow at you rather suspiciously. "Then what was that you were saying about cooking being your thing and this class being the place where you reign until me and my stupid pretty face came in and ruined all that for you?"

You looked away from him again, feeling your cheeks get hot again at having your words about him being pretty thrown right back at you.

"Hm?" Felix pursued but you just bit your lip to try and fight the unwanted grin threatening to betray your features at having been figured out by him.

"Th-that…" you stuttered not knowing how to respond.

"That-what?" He repeated, teasingly. He then shocked you when he suddenly asked, "Do you like me, y/n?"

Your eyes finally met his as you gaped at him at having found out your deepest secret that you always swore you would never admit to anyone, even your own self.

Yes, although it pained you to do so, even you had to admit that you thought Felix was incredibly cute. He really was.

His golden hair, although dyed blond, suited him so well it looked like it could've been his natural color. You liked the way his wispy bangs lightly dipped into his bright, shiny eyes and the way his gorgeous smile could put the sun to shame by lighting up any place he stepped into.

He was just so pretty and what was worse was that he knew it but it wasn't because he was conceited or anything. In fact he was incredibly humble about his looks; it was everyone else who told him so, constantly.

His friends and his hordes of fans told him. Teachers, and staff adored him. Complete strangers gawked at his beauty. Everyone that came into contact with Felix always ended up smitten with his charming face and personality.

In addition, he was genuinely kind to just about everyone he met which helped him to earn his reputation. In fact, he had never even been mean to you necessarily, although you two barely spoke to one another outside of cooking class; however, his friends were a whole other story.

You really wished they would just leave you alone but after months of building tension, the damage between you and his friends was already too deep to just sweep under the rug. A fight was bound to break out between you all at some point. Today just happened to be that day.

You felt your heart rate go into overdrive now as you both stared at one another in that doorway. You were so stumped by his question that your mind went blank.

"What?" was all you could say as you continued to stare at him, completely flabbergasted.

"Do you like me?" He repeated and you suddenly felt compelled to look down at your feet, as if they were the most interesting things in the world but it was what Felix said next that almost caused you to pass out.

"Because I think I like you."

To say you were merely surprised at his statement would've been the understatement of the century.

You were speechless. Dumbstruck. Stupefied. Completely thrown for a loop! You didn't know what to say or what to do, and so you did nothing. You just stayed there quietly, staring down at your shoes.

Finally, Felix asked, "You're not going to say anything?"

It took you a minute to finally find your voice to be able to speak, but once you did it came out kind of hoarse.

"Why-" You had started to say but paused once the word left your mouth because of how scratchy your throat felt.

Felix then completed your question before you could.

"Why do I like you?" He asked. "...well…"

But he stopped when you shook your head at him. Finding your voice again, you were able to tell him what you were thinking.

"I kind of was gonna ask why you decided to take cooking class all of a sudden this semester, but yes, that too."

Felix sighed at you. "Y/N, you don't even know me or my friends that well. How do you know that I'm not serious about cooking?"

At this, you fixed him with an incredulous stare. "You? Serious about cooking? Yeah, right."

"I am," he replied, sternly.

"Why?" You asked, your voice still taking on a tone of disbelief. "Because you've found yet another way to get praised by your horde of followers?"

Felix rolled his eyes.

"No, that's not it," he said frustrated. "Look, I may not be a skilled cook like you but I do like cooking. In fact, I like it a lot. I never expected to when I first got put into this elective, but I do."

"Why?" You asked, genuinely curious. "Why now?"

Felix must have felt confident enough that you wouldn't try to leave the room anymore because he moved past you to walk back into the classroom, only to lean against one of the counters as he looked deep in thought.

You followed his movements as you turned to face him and listened to what he had to say.

"I don't know. I kind of always have, but I just didn't know it," he began to explain. "I've always made things for my friends and family. Be it a holiday, or birthday, or any gathering, I've always enjoyed making things for them and seeing them eat my dishes. I think that's what I really enjoy about cooking and why I like it so much. Because I like to take care of people and see them happily eating something I made with my own hands."

He began to smile as he spoke about enjoying cooking for people he cared about. He then looked at you as his face grew serious again.

"But you're right. I had never taken it seriously until I ended up taking this class. I'll admit the only reason I ended up taking Home Ec in the first place is because it was the only elective left open and I needed just a couple more credits but then, I found myself really enjoying it."

He paused momentarily before adding, "And I found myself liking you as well. At first, I had thought you were a bit of a food snob, but then I realized I was wrong about that, too. The more time I spent in this class with you, the more I realized how incredibly passionate you are about cooking. You know so much more than I do and I wanted to learn everything like you do. I actually really admire you."

He looked up at you and you felt your cheeks and neck getting hot again under his gaze as he revealed his truth to you.

However, you weren't quite ready to address feelings just yet, so you avoided it by bringing up another topic.

"It sounds like cooking for people is your love language, then."

"My love language?" He asked, confusedly.

"How you show people that you care about them," you explained.

"Oh." He nodded. "All I know is that I like to cook. I like this class and I want to continue to learn everything I can. And more importantly, I don't want to fight with you anymore."

His eyes met yours again and you both shared a brief moment of silence before you agreed with him.

"I don't either."

Felix smiled at you as he pushed away from the counter he had been leaning against and stepped closer to you.

"So then, what do you say about calling a truce?"

"A truce?" You repeated, questioningly.

"Yeah," he responded. "A truce to end all fighting between you, me and my friends. No more trying to ruin each other's dishes, no more snide remarks, or making fun of each other, and no more food fights."

You thought about his proposal in silence for a moment. You then said, "Tell that friend of yours who flung barbeque sauce on me to keep it off of me and in their container and we'll call it a deal."

At this, Felix grinned ear-to-ear. "They only did that because you tried to steal ingredients from my table."

"Okay, but they were mine first," you argued back, playfully. "You never give back anything you borrow."

Felix rolled his eyes. "Well maybe if you didn't hog everything to yourself then-"

"Fine," you said, cutting him off. "I won't hoard all the ingredients and we'll share from now on." You stuck your hand out to him as you asked, "Truce?"

He stuck out his hand as well, and shook yours. "Yeah, truce," he agreed. He then broke the handshake and began making his way across the room to the closet and you watched him grab a broom out of it.

"And as part of our truce, I'll help you clean up."

You raised your brows in disbelief. "You will?"

He nodded as he began to sweep the floor.

You smirked at him as you made your way back into the classroom and placed your belongings back down.

"What are we friends now?" You asked him, teasingly.

The blond suddenly stopped in his sweeping to fix you with an amused grin. "I just admitted to liking you a couple minutes ago and now you're saying you want to be just friends?"

You smiled before admitting to him, "I do like you a lot, too."

Felix grinned.

"But I still want to get to know you more, first," you finished.

Today you learned that both you and Felix had been pretty judgemental of one another despite not knowing each other all that well, so you thought you two should actually try to get to know one another, first, before trying anything more.

"Okay," Felix agreed with a nod before asking, "What do you want to know?"

You thought for a moment and that's when something you had been curious about for quite a while now hit you.

"I wanna know what your secret is to those delicious brownies you made that one time in class," you told him. "You know, the ones that made our Home Ec teacher give you five stars while I only got four."

Felix snapped his tongue. "Is that what you've been curious about this whole time?"

You nodded in response. Truthfully, ever since he had gotten higher marks than you, you had been dying to know the secret to his recipe so you wanted to know now.

Felix put the broom down as he said teasingly, "Ah, so the chef connoisseur doesn't know everything, huh? Fine, five-star Michelin Felix will show you."

You rolled your eyes at his name for himself. "Okay, five-star Michelin Felix."

He grinned hearing you call him this. "Hey, I like the sound of that."

"Of course you would," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're so full of yourself."

He shrugged before turning to you and said smugly, "How can I not be when I have such a…what did you say? A pretty face?"

Actually, what you had said was that he had a stupid pretty face, but you didn’t mention that. However, now that he knew that you liked him and thought he was pretty you knew he was never going to let you live that down since he seemed to take joy in teasing you about it.

"Uh…you're such a tease!" You whined to him, causing him to laugh. "Just tell me your secret to those brownies."

Felix perked up at the mention of his trademark dessert that had gotten him his first five-star rating from your instructor.

"Oh, my secret is I…" he paused for a moment as he looked at you, and his smile turned slightly devilish. "I put in a food that is an aphrodisiac," he admitted, cheekily. "Can you guess what?"

Instantly, your mouth fell open at his reveal.

Oh, that is genius, you thought. That also helped to explain your teacher's rather overzealous reaction to Felix’s dessert.

"What was it?" You asked him. "The cacao nibs?"

You knew chocolate could be an aphrodisiac but Felix just shook his head before moving across the room to head over to one of the refrigerators. You watched him grab something out of it and then make his way back over to you, this time his hands holding something in a bag so its contents you couldn't see.

"Open," he said as he stood in front of you now.

"Huh?" You questioned, but the moment your mouth opened to say that, you felt Felix suddenly pop something into your mouth.

Embarrassed by the sudden gesture, you felt your cheeks burn as your hands came up to cup your mouth. That's when you tasted the sweet, tart flavor of a familiar fruit and you instantly realized what it was.

"The pomegranate," you said as you sucked on the sweet fruit seed that was now spreading across your tongue's palate.

Felix nodded. "The brownies I had made were pomegranate brownies with sea salt. The pomegranate is known to be an aphrodisiac. It's said to heighten the senses, boost testosterone and get the juices flowing…"

You winced at him as you finished eating the fruit. Oh, he was really good.

"That's not fair!" You suddenly erupted at him, annoyed by his trick to getting a higher grade than you.

But he just grinned back cheekily, before saying, "Hey, you know what they say. If you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the kitchen."

He winked at you as he popped some of the pomegranate seeds into his own mouth, with a smirk causing you to feel rather flustered.

Pushing away from the counter, you rolled up your sleeves so that you could go back to the dishes you had been previously cleaning before.

"We're supposed to be cleaning," you told him, changing the subject. "You said you would help me clean the classroom."

He chuckled as he placed the fruit down and then went back to grab the broom again.

"No worries, y/n," he said as he started to sweep the floor once again. "You won't have to do this alone anymore." He looked up at you and smiled. "From now on, I'm gonna be by your side. I promise."

You felt your heart skip a beat as you got the feeling he meant he would be by your side in more than just helping you clean up the class, but that he would be by your side as a friend, too.

You smiled to yourself as you went back to cleaning, this time alongside the person you could now call your new friend.

As you thought about it, you found it kind of funny. You had been considering Felix your arch nemesis, literally ever since he had stepped foot inside your favorite class, but who knew that all it would take was a food fight to get you two to finally make peace?

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