#trying to go back to sleep without thinking about it is proving difficult i hate it :/

[cottageivy]

had a really shitty and like. not scary but disturbing dream and i hate it :///

[ifimdreaming]

come over?

luke hughes x reader

summary: you and luke have a secret/not so secret relationship

a/n: no warnings really, this is cute i think and very cringey fluff tbh. not proofread.

word count: 1.3k

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Keeping your relationship with Luke a secret from your friends was a hard enough task as it is, but having to keep it a complete secret from your family was proving to be an even more difficult task. It has been over 6 months of you and Luke being together now and everyday you just want to shout from the rooftops just how much you love him.

Although you knew being in the spotlight was 100% not what you wanted, it was so much harder than you thought to have to sneak around and pretend to be single around some of your very closest friends. And Luke knew how much it meant to the public for you to be known solely as ‘Luke Hughes’ Girlfriend’ so you had both agreed on the whole keeping-things-a-secret thing until further notice.

Because of this, It had been almost 2 weeks since you had last seen your boyfriend. Both you and him being respectively busy, and also having absolutely nowhere to spend time together as your two roommates had not been out of the house for any extended periods of time lately. And in the midst of that, Luke and Jack had a guest staying at their condo since the beginning of the month, making it nearly impossible for you to spend any time there at all.

This had you up late at night thinking about Luke for what felt like the millionth night in a row. wishing he was beside you instead of just your childhood stuffed animals. Wishing he was rubbing your back, soothing you to sleep, kissing your neck gently, tracing shapes on your skin - there were so many little ways he showed you his love and you missed every single one of them. And as much as you hated what was at risk with you sneaking him over - laying in bed dreaming about it caused absolutely no harm at all.

Pulling you out of your daydream, you hear buzzing begin to come from your phone that is left charging on your nightstand as you are trying desperately to fall asleep. You look over to see that it is Luke calling you, at almost 1:00 in the morning. You wonder if he had been up thinking about you too.

You reach over and grab your phone to answer him, “hi baby” you whisper into the phone, not wanting to wake up anyone else in your apartment.

“baby I cant sleep. I miss you so much” he says with a tired rasp in his voice. He lets out a sigh on the other end of the phone and its almost like he is right beside you. You can hear the longing in his voice and can just sense how frustrated he is with the single sigh.

“I miss you too lukey. I literally cant sleep either - ive just been up thinking about you” you say honestly. 

You have always been super honest with him about everything. Weather it be you telling him every single detail about how horrible your period is that week, how you absolutely dread doing the dishes and let them pile up for days before getting to them, how you refuse to go out past 5pm by yourself because you are terrified of being kidnapped, or explaining to him word for word why you love the movie ‘love rosie’ so much and how much it means to you when he agrees to watch it with you. Luke knew you so well and you knew him just the same. Because you always communicated with each other. about everything. No matter what. 

Thats why what he said next came as such a shock to you.

“Ive been thinking too..’’ he trails off, his tone quieter than before

You stay quiet on the other end of the phone, curious about what Luke is about to say and suddenly extremely aware of the fact that it is so late at night and he decided to call you without warning. After your silent thinking, you hum a quiet ‘mhm’ in response, urging him to continue.

“Ive just been thinking.. maybe I regret keeping things, with us, a secret for so long. I know I- We agreed to hold off, especially because of how it would affect your life and everything. And I know thats a really big deal. I dont want you to think im being selfish..” he begins, but waits for you to chime in with your thoughts.

Things have worked well this way for so long, that it surprised you he felt this way. Especially because Luke is a very private person in general, you assumed this is how he wanted things. It broke your heart if you made him feel like this was all your idea in the first place. You just thought it would be best for the both of you.

“Luke I dont know what to say. Honestly i thought we were on the same page so I didnt offer to change anything…” 

“How long have you felt like this?” you add, trying to speak loud enough but still with your voice in a whisper.

“I mean. I dont really know?” he says almost as a question

“Luke…” you urge him, hoping he will answer your question honestly.

“Well I guess - about a month now I guess? I know i shouldve said something sooner but I just didnt want to ruin anything. I know thats kind of..shitty..” He says regretfully

Theres the honest boy you know.

“I..I didnt know” you say. Honestly you ddnt know where to go from here. You wanted to tell everyone everything about your relationship at this very moment, but werent sure if thats where Luke was going with this.

“I- What are you thinking? I understand if you want to keep things the way they are. I wanna be clear that I really dont want to force you into changing anything. I just i couldn t keep it to myself anymore” 

It was so exciting to you knowing how much Luke cared about you. The way he cares for everyone around him has always been something you admire about him. He has the biggest heart in the world and you only hoped to be at least half as caring as him. Clearly this has been on his mind for a while and he cared so mch about your feelings towards it that he didnt want to let his feelings ruin what you have.

“Luke I love you, obviously as long as you know that, thats enough for me. But i do want everyone to know that too.” you say as the lump in your throat grows and tears well in your eyes. 

You honestly didn't know why this was making you emotional. But the combination of missing him, hearing him so delicately approach you with this, and knowing this might be the moment you get to share your love for him with the world, is making it hard to get your words out right now.

“I love you so much. and I want everyone to know I do too” he says matter of factly and your heart melts completely. 

You both sit in comfortable silence over the phone for a moment as your slight sniffles fill the quiet air. 

“I dont know why im crying..” you say through quiet laughter and hear Luke share laughter in response. He was so used to you being emotional over the most random things, this not surprising him one bit.

“What can i do baby?” 

You dont even have to think twice of your next response but pretend to be contemplating anyway,

“hmmmm, come over?” you respond hopefully. It thrilled you to think he might actually say yes. Even at 1:00 in the morning.

“Absolutely,” he says with a laugh and you grin ear to ear with giddy excitement, 

“give me 20 minutes”

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[daenysx]

Hiya darling, I just saw that your requests were open so obviously I had to jump at the opportunity. Could you write sth about Aegon and maybe the reader is his girlfriend? And this time he promises himself to do things right and not just jump into the physical intimacy right away bc he's serious about her. So he's trying to restrain himself, but she's making it hard for him without even knowing, bc everything seemingly innocent turns him on lol. And then she's a bit irritated bc he's getting irritated and keeps pushing her away and she thinks that maybe she did something wrong?

It doesn't need to be pure smut, but if you could make it a bit spicy and fluffy it'd be greatly appreciated! 💖💖

thank you so much for requesting, angel, i tried my best but honestly i'm not sure if this is good enough ♡ i hope you like it! requests are open!!

aegon targaryen x fem!reader modern au (kinda nsfw)

promises

aegon wakes up to an empty bed.

he blinks slowly, his hair falls on the comfy pillow as he adjusts his head, and he feels the spot next to him. the sheets are still warm but you are not there, confusion and curiousity makes aegon's brain fuzzy the first thing in the morning. he sits on bed, rubs his eyes until he feels numb, and leaves the warmth behind him as he steps out of his room.

it is your first sleepover at aegon's, and he is excited by all means. he remembers the night, the wine bottle, and your smiles. you were glowing under the soft lights of his living room, you gave him lots of kisses, and he kissed you back. he remembers leading you to bed, cuddling you under the sheets, and the way you wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face to your neck as you fall asleep and promised not to ruin what he has with you silently.

aegon's kitchen is big enough but he keeps his glasses at the highest shelves. you are trying to get one of them on your tiptoes, wearing an old shirt from his closet and your sleep shorts. he likes seeing you like this, he decides. like you belong in his life.

you get the glass successfully, you fill it with water and drink it all in one go. aegon watches you, leaning to the wall. you finish the water and put your glass on the counter. turning your back, you see your lover waiting for you to realize him.

"good morning, baby." you say, aegon loves hearing the word baby from your mouth.

"morning." he says back. you give him a kiss on his cheek. "slept well?" you ask, even your morning voice is sweet to him. he nods, brushes his lips on your hair and fakes a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist as you lead him back to his room.

"it's still early." you say.

"maybe we should go back to sleep." aegon says as he holds your hand.

you both find your ways back to bed, aegon lifts the sheets to get under them. he misses your warmth even though you are here with him, it's addictive and he has never been great with his obsessions. the thoughts of being together with you all the time, every way, makes his head spin. he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.

aegon has a love-hate relationship with promises. the promises he gave to his mom, i'll be good mom, the promises he gave to aemond, and the promises he keeps giving himself. he thinks they make his life worthy somehow, he tries to prove that he is actually capable of doing something he gave his word for. no one has ever told aegon how hard it is to keep a promise, though. he finds himself imagining different scenarios of him breaking all those promises and being somewhat free.

you came into his life when everything was more difficult. he didn't even know what you see in him, why would someone like you stay with him? you deserve sunshine and happiness, aegon has broken memories behind him. not all of them was his fault to be true, but he had his fair share of ruined relationships. he was expecting to ruin the things with you as well, because why not, but it's not going as he'd guessed. it's going actually well, with you.

he is careful not to make any mistakes, the ones he knows from his past anyways. he is careful not to rush into things with you, even though he wants is badly. you in his apartment, playing with his beloved sunfyre, wearing his shirts, kissing him like he's worth it, calling him baby like he deserves it...he wants everything with you.

"i was thinking we could do something other than sleeping." you say gently, getting him out of his thoughts.

"yeah?" he asks, gets comfy on bed as you stroke his hair. "like what, pretty girl?"

you answer by starting a kiss. aegon parts his lips for you, you lean into him. the kiss lasts for seconds, you can see the first lights of the day in the room. you cup aegon's cheek with your one hand while the other twirls his hair between your fingers. aegon kisses you back and you find the courage to take the next step.

you give him one last kiss as he lies on bed, and you throw one leg over his body to get closer to him. you can feel his hardness under your leg and your stomach tightens. you press yourself as an attempt for relief and aegon holds your thigh to keep you steady. he breaks the kiss to look at you with an expression you don't quite like.

he stays still but you think maybe he's pulling away from you, and your courage feels like there's a pit in your chest. you try to pull your leg back but you can't. you try to smile when he frowns, you are almost ashamed that you are pressing yourself to him when he does nothing.

"i'm sorry." you whisper. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

aegon looks at you with glassy eyes. "don't be sorry, please. you never make me uncomfortable."

"i mean-" you start, but the words don't come out easily. "i know we didn't really do anything before but i- i thought-"

insecurity starts dripping from your words and aegon would be damned if he ever let you think you are doing something he doesn't want. "no, no, lovely. it's just-" he says, rubbing your skin. "it's all me. i just- didn't want to rush into things and-"

he stops talking and it worries you. "and what?" you ask silently.

"i don't want to lose this." he sounds afraid and broken. "i don't want to lose what we have. i don't want to ruin everything."

he blinks down a slow tear, and it breaks your heart. "aegon." you say. "you think you will ruin things with me just because we get physical?"

the conversation turns serious so quickly. aegon blinks again. "i've never been good in relationships. i want you so much, but i don't mind waiting. you didn't do anything wrong, it's all me."

"baby." you cup his cheek. "you are my boyfriend, and i want to be closer with you. i promise, you wouldn't ruin anything, and it's all good for me."

he tilts his head to see your eyes. "no rush?"

"no rush." you kiss him on his chin. "but still, you don't have to wait."

aegon kisses you and he feels a deadweight has been lifted from his chest. he thinks it's all gonna be okay, now that you know his true intentions. he pulls you on his lap until he sits on bed, he leans against headboard. the kiss takes his breath away, he helps you sit properly on him.

"we can continue if you want, or we can stop here." he whispers to your ear. "anything you want."

"i want you, aegon." you whisper back.

he likes that combination of words. he helps you take your shorts off without leaving the bed, you pull down his sweatpants and his boxers. aegon touches your inner leg, your skin is hot. he drags his fingers further until he finds what he's looking for.

you lift your hips against him, he's getting harder every passing second. you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him until he's fully hard.

"i'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." he says desperately.

"can we stay like this?"

you smile and give him a kiss. your fingers guide him to your entrance and he helps you putting it in by angling himself properly. your wetness slides against him, he tries to find your clit after a moment of catching his breath. you hold the hand on your cunt, bringing it to your mouth to kiss the back of it.

he agrees, he doesn't think he can manage to last long with fast movements and strong strokes. this is grounding and calming, he is fully inside you and you are comfortable on his lap. you keep him inside you as you put your head on his chest. he kisses your hair and rubs your back.

"thank you for being honest with me." you say. aegon realizes your voice gets sleepy and he keeps rubbing your back.

he kisses your forehead as a way of answering. "come on, let's go back to sleep." he slides down on bed to put his head on the pillow.

you nod. "but we'll continue once we wake up."

aegon laughs. "we kinda have to, i don't know how to handle more of your teasings at this point."

"i'm not teasing you!"

"yeah, baby, of course you're not." he rolls his eyes and smiles.

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said: “ i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. i don’t care if you think you're a monster. ” / octavia & grant

from the moment he left, grant had blocked their numbers, all of them. kassy, rev, bellamy, nick, octavia... he couldn't have them trying to contact him but another part of him couldn't just delete them. being back on the road with garrett after the life he had began to live with people who treated him like something more than a pet or a soldier, it made going back to this far more difficult than he could have imagined. he knew garrett, he knew what to expect yet the aching of his heart was inconsolable. this was far more painful than the loss of his dog and garrett knew that. used it to torture him in nearly every conversation they had. always a dig about the fiesty brunette, about the idiot he saved, how that girl killed his agent.

that evening at dinner had been incredibly difficult and grant could barely look at garrett while he spouted off between nonsense and tearing him down and everything he had built for himself. he could just kill him here, his hands had flexed around his utencils and garrett of course had noticed, pointed it out, even taunted him. your little buddy thought you were going to kill me, you going to prove him right? his jaw clenched painfully. he would kill him, but he had to bide his time, he knew garrett was apart of something bigger, that if he were to kill garrett without taking that into consideration it could create an even bigger problem in the future. so he would bide his time even if every second away from octavia, from nick and the family he had made with them slowly killed him inside.

he couldn't sleep that night, or really any night since he got the call from kassy, but tonight was particularily bad. sitting on the balcony of the hotel he was in he stared down at his phone, octavia's number glowing back up at him. his thumb hovered over the unblock and he sucked in a breath, taking a long drink from the bottle in his other hand. fuck it, he thought, it wasn't like the second he unblocks her she'll call him anyways. hitting the button he placed the phone down beside him, leaning back in the tacky chair as he closed his eyes, the tightness in his chest only growing in anticipation, in a swirl of desperation and desire to get that call but fear for if she does. she shouldn't. she wouldn't. she probably hates him, she should.

a shaky breath escaped him and as an hour went by, despite the heartbreaking longing in his chest to hear her voice, he was relieved. reaching, he picked up his phone to reblock her name when the phone rang. it was on silent but her name popped up and his heart stopped. dark eyes widened as his jaw clenched tightly and his heart then kicked into overdrive. he stared, frozen as he watched it ring and ring and ring and--- he was going to just end the call, force it to stop but he picked up. slowly he brought the phone to his ear, blood pulsing through him so hard he could hear it and was afraid it would be all he could hear. grant...? he heard her voice sounding so hesitant on the other end and it broke his heart further.

grant... she spoke again and tears welled in his eyes, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. as she spoke to him, her voice soft but he too could hear the tears in her voice. he couldn't speak, couldn't breathe as his hand tightened around the phone. i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. she told him and his head tilted back as he looked to the sky, pain radiating through him as he shook his head. he didn't deserve her love. how could she say this to him after all he had done? i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. she continued and all she could hear back was a shaky breath. god, why did this have to happen? and why couldn't she just hate him? it would be so much easier if she hated him. everything he did? and leaving with garrett? he was a monster. lashes fluttered as tears streaked his cheeks and it was as if she read his mind. i don’t care if you think you're a monster.

he set down the bottle of booze before his hand lifted to a fist, pressing harshly against his lips as he tried to keep them from trembling in despair. i love you, i miss you, he so badly wanted to tell her. move on, forget about me, too. but he already had and grant couldn't trust himself to speak, couldn't trust that garrett wouldn't be listening. he shook his head, hanging up and blocking the number once again as he sucked in a shaky, pained breath. he couldn't do that again. he wouldn't. it would break him. exhaling sharply, he tossed his phone down on the table beside him as he harshly wiped at his face. snatching the bottle by its neck he downed whatever was left in it but it would never be enough.

[huntunderironskies]

infodump away, my good friend — 1) guilt for silas, 2) midnight for charlotte, and/or 3) hunt for leo

:^) Oh boy!

Silas

As you know extremely well, Silas is the embodiment of Catholic guilt. I am not exaggerating in the slightest that he's convinced he's damned. The fact that he died and is currently Schrodinger's Zombie is not helping. He does think that God has given him one final chance but the only way he's salvaging his life is by making some sort of incredibly grand sacrifice that nobody else could possibly do. He's not sure what it is, but he's sure that God is going to guide him to it.

Being that he's damned, it logically follows (at least in his own head) that he can't become more damned on the path to being not damned, and that's why this keeps involving him committing nonviolent crimes (he doesn't want to actually kill anyone because if he does, they might die without getting a chance to repent for anything they did wrong, which is bad.) That aside, he is exceptionally perfectionistic when it comes to his behavior, down to never swearing, but this is more trying to prove to God that he really genuinely means he wants to be saved and is willing to do whatever it takes.

The extreme tl;dr of how this all started is he got dragged into running some errands for a local crime syndicate when he was young and desperately trying to keep his family out of poverty. He was gullible enough he didn't completely understand what he was getting into until it was too late and they didn't take him trying to do the right thing and back out well.

They didn't expect him to come back, of course. :V

Charlotte

I'm not going to dance around the issue, Charlotte has borderline personality disorder. So the questions around what her anxieties et al are is...a lot, and she does in fact tend to sleep pretty poorly because she's in a near-constant state of agitation despite not looking like it. This can be more "positive" in the sense of her hitting a grandiose phase where she's busy with working and plotting, or negative in the sense she's collapsed into a self-loathing lump.

Charlotte is exceptionally concerned with coming across as sensible, no-nonsense, and generally someone who both is taken seriously but also is the kind of person you aren't afraid to approach with your problems. There's some element of brutal practicality to this, because she knows that knowing everyone else's dirty secrets is worth its weight in gold and also she does kind of deal in acting as a ringleader for a third-party whistleblower who can silently release information about social parties (whether they be corporations, politicians, or anything else) who would otherwise be too dangerous to speak openly against for a single person.

She really, really, really, really is invested in this idea of herself as a clever above-it-all social manipulator. On some level, she expects everyone to be completely transactional in their relationships with her

Unfortunately, she is very aware that she has actual emotions and that they're pretty difficult to control. She hates the general fact that there is a seething core of anger, fear, and frustration that's constantly boiling beneath the surface because it's so contrary to what she wants to think of herself as being like and because she knows people won't like it if they see it. Like a lot of people with "quiet" borderline, she tries to bury her emotions until she has an implosive episode. She's still incredibly petty and vengeful when she feels slighted and fantasizing about revenge is something she's very prone to do.

(Side note, she's a lot easier to manipulate than she wants to believe she is and she's very easily won over by flattery, it's not a coincidence that her two most consistent partners are very effusive in their affection, which is good because she needs near-constant reassurance but struggles with actually asking for it, so someone who's going to show it without her actively prompting it helps. A lot.)

...oh, and she can't have nightmares. Like, literally. It's impossible. So that doesn't really keep her from sleeping but everything else does.

Leo

So. Leo's dad is a piece of work. Here's his theme song. Anyway, they aren't outright trying to kill each other but they're both strongly considering it.

Leo's dad (hence, Elijah) works for a subsidiary of Cheiron Corp called Maranatha and is currently Maranatha's CEO, a position he inherited from his father/Leo's grandfather. Maranatha takes a more biblical approach to Cheiron's usage of monster parts-- specifically, they believe that humans were meant to inherit the Earth and are allowed to have full dominion over what's in it. Monsters are trying to take that birthright from them...and if humans are allowed to take all resources of the world that God gave to them, it's only right that they take power from monsters in order to ensure the world remains in their hands.

(EXTREME oversimplification here but we'll be here all day if I give the full theological details, it's essentially a Christian dominionist worldview.)

Leo grew up extremely sheltered (technically relevant: they're DFAB, I always assumed this was implicitly obvious but it seemed like it flew over the heads of a lot of people in the game they were in? I guess you need an understanding of typical gender role dynamics within American evangelical subcultures) and their future was always kind of decided for them. They never knew what kind of wetwork their dad was involved in until it was too late.

Maranatha had developed a new, highly experimental procedure and they needed a host for what they believed was a new and heretoforth unseen relic, a part of God's body itself. If you ask Elijah Giles, he'd prayed long and hard on the matter, and giving up his eldest child was no easy feat. Men are usually the one on the front lines, anyone else getting the chance to take up the sword of judgement is rare indeed. Still, he was sure he'd made the right choice. Leo was devout, pure, the perfect servant of God. They'd earned it in a sense, even if they were an unconventional choice.

Still, it's a little suspicious he didn't choose his trueborn son over his daughters when they'd tried so hard for so long to have a proper heir, isn't it? Especially given how dangerous it'd have been.

The procedure failed in a way that absolutely nobody expected when the Dark Mother pulled the metaphysical equivalent of "I licked it, it's mine now" which is why Leo is both a Stigmatic and a Beast. They did not have a good time and it's going to be everyone else's problem, especially Maranatha. Leo's been hunting them down with single-minded dedication and their secondary focus is on the God-Machine itself, which they have internalized an extremely odd theology around (I think I've mentioned the Church of the Night Angel on this blog before, so...they are an extremely devout member of it to the point that more senior members have been desperately trying to keep a metaphorical leash on them so they don't do something stupid in the pursuit of the Church's goals.)

Leo is...less paranoid than you'd expect because they have absolute faith in the Dark Mother to lead them down the right path. They are absolutely desperate to trust people, in fact, and while they can be a bit wary of others at first they try their best to be friendly, the problem is that their "friendly" is deeply offputting for reasons that are very complicated to explain but long story short they are incredibly socially awkward and only part of that is from being so isolated they only had extended contact with their family and a few other people within the Maranatha inner circle until they were ten.

[mackenzielovee]

loveless — bucky barnes

synopsis: hating Bucky Barnes is easy. Sleeping with him and keeping the feelings away proves to be much more difficult.

warnings: swearing, slight mention of anxiety symptoms, SMUT (oral: f&m receiving, PinV sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight orgasm denial, degrading language (not to reader), kissing)

     His eyes are darker than usual today. 

That’s the first thing you notice as you sit across the table from him, glaring at him with a clenched jaw. He’s glaring right back, neither of you trying to pay attention to your boss as he goes through the quarterly figures. 

“Got it, Barnes?” Tony’s voice brings both of you out of your hateful gaze. 

You watch as Bucky clears his throat and looks over, nodding his head, “Yeah. Got it, boss.”

“I’m sure you do. You looked very engaged,” Tony mutters sarcastically. 

Bucky laughs at that, “Oh, I was. In fact, Y/N’s got some ideas to increase sales this quarter. She was telling me about them last night—”

“When I was working late,” you cut in, not wanting to give the wrong impression, despite knowing Bucky’s actively trying to make you look bad, “Bucky came into my office to drop off the expense reports, and—”

“And, we got to talking,” Bucky takes over, “Tell him your great ideas, Y/N. I especially like the strip poker idea. For charity, of course.”

“That’s enough,” Tony glares at Bucky, “Y/N, any real suggestions?”

You swear your blood stops in your veins, because no, you didn’t have any real suggestions. In fact, part of this job makes you feel like you’re drowning, and the ability to think outside the box is far out of your reach when you can barely think inside of it. 

“Um,” you stutter, listening to Bucky chuckle victoriously across from you, “Sir, I—”

“No, then. Great. Let’s move on. Rogers, how are things on your end?”

Your eyes close under the embarrassment and you're sure you look about as incompetent as anyone can get. After a moment, you look over to Steve, who’s preparing to speak. He gives you a compassionate smile, which you return. He’s always been nice to you. Your first day on the job, he walked you all the way to Tony’s office. He brings you coffee from the breakroom frequently, and he always backs you up in meetings when he can tell you’re nervous. Your favorite part about it all is that he doesn’t have to do any of it. 

Bucky rudely clears his throat, earning your attention back. You narrow your eyes, trying your best to show your annoyance in one glance. He just smirks and raises his elbow up on the arm rest, waving his metal fingers at you. 

     Once the meeting clears, you take your time collecting your things. Bucky escapes without a second thought while Steve hangs around, giving you a gentle and reassuring smile when you stand from your chair. 

“Strip poker, huh?” he teases. 

You roll your eyes, “I never suggested that.”

Steve laughs easily, leading you out of the conference room. He holds his arm out, allowing you to walk through first, and the blush that rises to your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed, you’re sure. 

“I know you didn’t. Bucky’s brain is… unique.”

He watches you smile as he walks by your side down the hall, where you spy Bucky himself, leaning against the wall and flirting with Tony’s intern. Your eyes roll once again as he leans in closer, grinning like a fool as she smiles up at him with hopeful eyes. You’re sure he’s loving it. 

“It sure is,” you mutter, “How’s Sam?”

“He’s good, you know, he’s spending some time with his sister and nephews…”

Steve’s voice trails off in your head as you pass by Bucky and his beloved intern. You catch his eye as you pass, glaring at him. He smirks, his eyes shamelessly checking you out even while he’s in the middle of flirting with another woman. 

“Excuse me, sweetie,” Bucky mumbles, pushing himself off the wall and following behind you. With a smirk, you start swaying your hips a little bit as you walk just to fuck with him. You hear a groan from behind you, which widens your smirk greatly. “What are you two gossiping about up there?”

Steve sighs, “Do you have to be a dick every second of your life?”

“Makes things more interesting,” Bucky shrugs, “Hey, great idea in the meeting today, Y/N. I really enjoyed that panicked look on your face at the idea of disappointing Tony.”

Before you can muster up a response, Steve stops and turns around, setting his wide palm on Bucky’s chest. 

“I think that’s enough, Buck,” Steve warns, “Come on, man.”

Bucky’s jaw clenches as he looks from Steve down to you, trying to stand tall even though both men tower over you — even when you’re in heels. 

“You come on, Stevie,” Bucky mutters, “She can take it. Can’t you, Shortcake?”

“Stop calling me that,” you snap. 

Bucky laughs, “It’s all friendly fun. I embarrass you in meetings, you get to sit across from my handsome self—”

Your eyes narrow, “You really don’t know how to apologize, do you?”

“Of course I do,” Bucky scoffs. 

“Sure,” you mumble, spinning around and preparing to walk away, “You embarrassed me, Bucky. When you’re ready to apologize, I’ll be waiting.”

As you walk away, your heels against the tile being the only thing breaking the silence, you smirk when you hear Steve speak. 

“Nice, Barney.”

     A few minutes later, Steve drops by your office with a full mug of coffee. He’d perfected making it the way you like it, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar. You thank him and then get back to work, stopping only when Bucky sticks his head in your office as he passes. His white button down and baby blue tie work wonders for his eyes, even though they still look darker than usual to you. 

“Pizza or Chinese?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Chinese,” you reply, not bothering to look away from your computer screen. 

He taps your doorframe with his hand as a signal that he heard you, then hurries away as quickly as he came. The smile that graces your face is the only thing that sticks around. 

     “Fuck. Oh, my God. Right there.”

You pull on his hair as he buries his face in between your legs, expertly switching between tongue-fucking you and sucking on your clit. You arch your back even further, dying to get closer somehow. Your moans grow louder as you feel his scruff brushing against your thighs every time he switches positions, which only fuels him to continue. 

“Jesus— please don’t stop. Let me cum, please, I’m so close. So fucking close—”

He pulls back then, a smirk plastered on his face as his lips glisten with your slick. You whine, trying your best to pull him back down to your core by his hair.

“So, you forgive me, Shortcake?” Bucky asks. 

“Yes, I forgive you, please, Buck,” you beg. 

He grins and yanks your body down even closer to him, settling your legs over his shoulders. He leans down and presses a kiss right above where you want him, listening to you cry out for more. 

“God, I wish the guys at the office could see how you fucking beg for me,” he mutters, more to himself. 

“Prick,” you mumble. 

“What was that?” he questions, sucking your clit in his mouth for a second before he pulls away again, listening to you groan, “I don’t think I heard you.”

“Bucky,” you mewl.

“Alright, I’ll let you cum. But only because I’m so fucking sorry,” he remarks. 

“Thank you, thank you— fuck.”

With one swipe of his tongue over your clit, you clench your thighs around his head as you release. Your eyes roll back and you have no idea what noises you’re making, but you’re too blissed out to care. He holds your hips steady as he continues tongue-fucking you through your orgasm, not faltering or stopping even once. 

You come back down slowly, soft moans escaping from your lips as Bucky continues. The overstimulation sets in, and when you whine and push him away, he snickers. With one last gentle kiss to your core, Bucky pulls back and licks his lips clean, smirking as he does so. 

“I fucking love the sounds you make when you cum, Shortcake,” he grins.

You sigh, “God, I wish you weren’t so good at that.”

“Why? Then you’d have an easier time not wanting to fuck me?”

“Yeah, actually,” you reply, sitting up on your elbows. Bucky had stripped you naked and then himself, although you hadn’t so much as touched him. He owed you, first. “I’m hungry.”

“Pizza’s in the kitchen,” he tells you, standing from the bed and sliding his boxers back on. 

You frown, “I told you to bring Chinese.”

“I know,” he grins, earning a swat on the chest. He tosses his white button-down to you and watches as you cover yourself, lazily buttoning a few buttons before you stand.

He follows you out into the kitchen, where you collect the plates while Bucky grabs two beers out of the fridge. You open the pizza box and start tearing the slices apart to put onto the plates when Bucky leans his front to your back. He buries his face in your neck and presses his boner into your back, which has you swallowing harshly. 

“Can we please have dinner like civilized people?” you grunt, doing your best not to arch into him. 

Bucky scoffs, “There’s nothing civilized about the things I want to do to you, Shortcake.”

For a second, you consider giving in. You consider letting him bend you over this counter and fuck you before he feeds you. You fight to gain control of yourself, and when you do, you elbow him in the chest. 

“At least let me eat before you get your fill and leave,” you mutter, shoving him off of you and grabbing your plate and your beer. You walk over to your kitchen table and sit down, centering yourself before he joins you. 

Bucky grabs his plate and walks over, gripping his beer bottle tightly. He drops his plate down on the table like he would junk mail; his eyes beading into the side of your head. 

“What does that mean?” he questions, “You’re the one who kicks me out every time. You stand up from the bed and say ‘You can go, Barnes’, then go shower me right off of you. Don’t think for one second I’m using you when it’s obviously the other way around.”

“Whatever,” you mumble, “Don’t yell at me.”

“If I was yelling, you’d know,” he replies, finishing off his beer and grabbing another, “Maybe you should apologize to me, now.”

“Fuck off,” you wave him away. 

He takes his seat across from you and collects his plate, taking a huge bite of his food once he has hold of it. You keep your eyes focused down on your pizza, amazed that even after all this time, you never know what to say to Bucky. You don’t talk to him the way you talk to Steve — you never have. 

“So,” he breaks the silence, his voice muffled through his food, “How long are you gonna let Rogers bring you coffee before you suck his dick?”

“Jesus, Bucky,” you shake your head, pushing your plate away from you, “Are you serious?”

“What?” he laughs, “You know that’s all he’s after, don’t you?”

“It is not,” you protest. 

He snorts, “Okay. Finish your food.”

You just shake your head and finish off your beer, but don’t bother with another. Bucky finishes eating and sets his plate in the sink, then makes himself comfortable in your living room. The room is visible from the kitchen, and you watch as he flips on the TV from the couch. 

“By all means, make yourself at home,” you call sarcastically. 

He chuckles, “Yeah, yeah. Come ride me.”

You ignore the shot straight to your center that comes with those words. Imagining riding him makes your stomach flip, but doing so while he drinks beer and watches TV just feels like you’re any other girl. With how often you and Bucky fuck, you don’t want that to be the case. 

You enter the living room and snatch up the remote, turning off the TV. He furrows his brows and looks up at you with an accusing expression, to which you shrug. 

“My house, my rules.”

“Fine,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “Come here.”

He wraps his arm around your waist while remaining seated, his need practically plastered across his face as he pulls you closer. 

“We need a condom,” you remind him. 

“No,” he growls, “Let me fuck you bare. Just this once.”

“Fuck no. I don’t know what you might have—”

“I’m clean,” he promises. 

“Or who you’ve been fucking—”

“I don’t fuck anyone else, Shortcake,” he admits, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Yeah, right,” you roll your eyes, pulling away from him to go get a condom, “Good one, Barnes.”

“I’m serious.”

He’s gripping your waist like his life depends on it, dying to keep you still. He maintains eye contact, and when you look at him, you know he’s telling you the truth. You tuck your bottom lip into your mouth as you think about it; the idea of Bucky inside of you with nothing between you an intimidating thought. 

“Bucky—”

“Please,” he continues, “We’ve been doing this for how long, now? I want to cum inside you. Mark you as mine. Just this once.”

Mark you as his? 

As far as you’re concerned, this is just about the sex. You’d never pegged Bucky as into that type of shit, and before now, you thought you knew all of his kinks. Even though you hate to admit it, hate to give in, the thought of satisfying every single one of his kinks excites you. 

“Okay,” you practically whisper. 

He grins, and without wasting any more time, he pulls you on top of him. His mouth meets your throat in a frenzy as he frees himself from his boxers, then tugs his dress shirt up, the one you have on, bunching it at your hips. 

“Y/N, can I–” he stops himself and meets your eyes, feeling your warmth as you hover over him and wait for him to enter you, “Can I kiss?”

Kissing is rare in your sex with Bucky. The only times he really kisses you are in the office when he finds you all alone in the break room, not having enough privacy to shove his hand up your skirt. Occasionally, he kisses you before he leaves, but that’s only if you don’t get up from the bed first. 

“Mhm,” you hum, rocking your hips back and forth, “You can kiss me.”

You see his smile for about half a second before he kisses you, tongue invading every inch of your mouth immediately. He swallows your moans as he guides you down onto him, moaning himself when you grind your hips. 

“Holy shit,” he pants as you start to bounce, “God, you look so pretty when you ride me. Need this shirt off.”

He fumbles with the buttons and eventually gets so frustrated that he tears his own shirt open, tossing it away from you like it’s personally offended him. He pulls you in for another kiss, seemingly unable to get enough now that you’ve given him permission. 

“Feels so good like this, Buck,” you tell him. 

He grins, “It does, baby, it does. You’re perfect. Take me so fucking well. I have to cum inside. Who knows, maybe I’ll get you pregnant. What would people at work say then, huh?”

“Fuck, you just want Steve to know you’re fucking me,” you pant. 

“Hell yes, I do. I can feel you squeezing me, Shortcake. You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”

He shoves his hips up, his tip prodding that perfect spot inside you and forcing a gasp from your lips. 

“Yes, Buck. Please.”

“Need you to say it,” he demands. 

You’re close. So fucking close. All you need is his thumb to press lightly on your clit, and you’re sure you’d explode right here. That feeling, that desperation, would lead you to say anything to Bucky if he asked, just as long as he throws you over the edge afterward. 

“Cum inside me, please,” you beg. 

“Oh— shit, shit shit, cum for me, baby, now.”

His thumb meets that bundle of nerves right as he finishes inside of you, filling you to the brim as you ride out your own orgasm. The sex with Bucky has always been great, but something about this feels next level. It feels different. You don’t pinpoint it until you collapse on his chest, panting wildly as your brain catches up with your pleasure. He’s not treating you like any other girl. He’s making you feel special, cared about, praised. He’s never done that before — at least, not that you’ve noticed. 

“Wow,” he mutters, “That was our best yet, I’d say.”

“Yeah,” you agree softly. 

“You let me kiss you,” he observes, “Surprising.”

You swallow, hiding in his chest, “It’s a sex thing, Barnes. Don’t get cocky.”

“Right,” he remarks, “So, I guess you want me to go, then.”

He’s still inside of you, his cum slowly dripping out around him, and he’s talking about leaving. You frown and sit up, catching the vulnerable expression in his eyes. 

“You could—” you start, watching his eyes light up, “I mean, if you want—”

“I want,” he says eagerly, “You have the softest fucking sheets.”

You laugh, and before he can help himself, Bucky leans up and pecks you on the lips. You’re taken aback by it, and for a moment, you don’t react. He pulls back and purses his lips, letting his eyes roam around the room so as to avoid yours. 

“Um,” you swallow, “We could shower. I have some decent movies recorded.”

Bucky playfully rolls his eyes, “Legally Blonde does not count as a decent movie.”

“Hey,” you pout, “It’s a really good one. Just for that, we’re watching it.”

He grins, “Fine. But just so you know, Shortcake, I’m a cuddler.”

That shouldn’t make you smile, but it does. The butterflies that erupt through your chest should make you uncomfortable, but they don’t. In fact, the only thought your brain holds on a loop is how okay this all feels. Like maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t have to be just sex with him. 

“I can deal,” you tease, “But, seriously. Shower. Your cum is dripping out of me.”

You watch Bucky’s face fall into seriousness and shock at once. He opens his mouth to speak, then presses his lips together, and gradually, his eyes fall to your center, where his cum is, in fact, dripping around him. 

“Oh, my–” he stops, shifting you to his right so you lay out on the couch. Gradually and carefully, he pulls out of you and watches as it comes gushing out, leaking onto the couch.

“You’re gonna ruin my sofa,” you groan. 

“I’ll buy you another,” he waves you away, eyes wide as he takes in the sight, “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Bucky.”

“Alright, alright, come on,” he takes one last look before he lifts you up, carrying you to the bathroom without a care in the world about the stain he’s left on your couch.

     Bucky had certainly been right when he told you he’s a cuddler. You wake up with your back pressed into his chest, both of you taking up only about a quarter of your bed. His arm is tucked tightly around you, palm grasping your breast like it’s keeping him in place. Your alarm wakes you up, and for the first time in forever, you don’t want to get out of bed. 

“Turn it off, Shortcake,” he groans, his morning voice waking you up more than any coffee could. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, turning around to crawl over him to grab your phone off the nightstand. 

“Mmm, stop moving.”

“You’re whiny in the mornings,” you fire back, shutting off the alarm. 

“Let’s call out of work,” he decides, his eyes still plastered shut as he manipulates you back into your original position, “Nobody would catch on.”

“We’re not calling out,” you insist, “And you should go if you want to swing by your house and get clean clothes.”

He shakes his head, “I’ll wear what I wore yesterday. Steve will call me a slut, but I don’t care. Know why?”

“Why?” you indulge him. 

“Because I came inside you last night, and that’s way more than he’ll ever get.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, sitting up, “That really went to your head.”

He smirks and turns on his back, sliding his left arm under his head. He flexes his muscles and watches you stare, wanting nothing more than to climb on top of him. You resist, given how you'd awakened in the middle of the night and kissed his neck until he woke up too, ready and willing to fuck you back to sleep.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks teasingly. 

You narrow your eyes, “Which skirt Steve will like better. The blue one really shows off my curves, but the pink one makes my ass look amazing.”

“Mhm,” he nods, and without warning, he pounces on top of you, pushing you back onto the mattress. You squeal and giggle uncontrollably, squirming to try and break free. 

“Teasing,” you say. 

He smiles from above you, “Better be. I want you in that white dress today.”

“It’s at the dry cleaners. Try again.”

“That sexy white top and blue pants. White heels. I love that one on you.”

You bite your bottom lip to hide a smile, “Okay.”

Bucky’s eyes glisten with emotion, and when his gaze moves down to your mouth, you freeze. 

“Can I kiss you good morning? Or is that against your rules?”

You swallow, “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“Neither have I,” he confesses, “But with everything I’ve ever done to you, that’s hardly the most inhumane.”

He watches you purse your lips, waiting patiently for you to give him the go ahead. With an impatient sigh, you nod, pulling him down for a kiss. 

His kiss feels more gentle, more passionate than it has before or did last night. By the time he pulls back, you’re desperate for more. He laughs when you whimper, already trying to pull him back in. 

“If you’re ready for work by eight-fifteen, I’ll give you more,” he promises, “Go shower.”

His laugh fills the room when you hop up from the bed, shamelessly rushing into your bathroom and turning on the water. 

At eight-eleven, you wonder when you became such a softie for Bucky Barnes. Thinking about where the two of you were yesterday versus today, you almost don’t believe it. At eight-thirteen, you don’t care how you got here, you just want more of him. At eight-fourteen, you rush into the kitchen with your heels on, smiling when you see him holding two thermos’ full of coffee. 

“One minute to spare,” he smirks, standing in the same exact clothes he wore yesterday. His blazer is buttoned up, you notice, though it wasn’t before.

“I’m good,” you grin, “We have to get all this in now, because the second we walk into that building, I hate you again.”

“Same here.”

You smile, glancing down at his jacket, “Why is it all buttoned?”

He smirks again, “I may have ripped a button or two off when I gently removed it from you last night.”

“Oh, my God,” you deadpan. 

“Come here. We don’t have a lot of time.”

He cups your cheeks in his hands and pulls you in for a kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth the second he has the opportunity. Quickly, his hands wander down to your ass and he palms it gently in his hands, grinning into the kiss as he does so. 

“What?” you ask him. 

“I’ve always wanted to grab your ass in this outfit.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a boy.”

“Mmm,” he hums, kissing you again, “We should go before I suggest moving to the couch.”

He waits for you while you collect your things, and it’s not until you stand in your driveway that you realize two things. Bucky’s car was parked outside your house all night — not too big of a deal, but still feels weird when you think of it — and the two of you have to go separately to work. 

He walks ahead of you, unlocking his car and tossing his belongings onto the passenger seat. 

“See you at the office, Shortcake. Don’t you dare come onto me,” he jokes. 

You laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Barnes.”

He grins and gives you a semi-shy wave before he climbs into his car. He drives away the second you get into your own car, and you wait a few minutes for him to get up the road. You process the events of the past twenty-four hours as you drive to work, trying to figure out when exactly Bucky put those butterflies in your stomach. You push one thought in particular out of your head, wondering if, maybe, he’ll spend the night again tonight. It’s Friday, after all, so no work tomorrow. 

By the time you park your car in the lot, you’re determined to ask him. He’s not fucking anyone else, right? That gives you confidence that he won’t reject you. 

Bucky parked across the lot from you, and when you climb out of your car, he gives you a fake-friendly smile and wave. 

“Morning, Y/N. How are you today?”

There’s one other employee walking from the lot to your building, so you know he’s just putting on the show to be funny. He watches as you roll your eyes and lock your car, heels tapping against the pavement as you walk. 

“You’re getting a pretty early start with annoying me, Barnes,” you call over your shoulder. 

He laughs, “Given how my morning went, I actually think I’m pretty far behind.”

He follows you into the building and both of you scan your badges, then head for the elevator. Steve’s standing, waiting, hands in his pockets and navy blue tie tight around his neck. At the sound of your heels, he turns and grins, earning a loud sigh from Bucky behind you. 

“Good morning, Y/N,” Steve greets you. 

“Good morning, Steve,” you reply. 

“Good morning, Bucky,” Bucky mutters, narrowing his eyes at Steve, “Hey, buddy. I’m here, too.”

“Morning, Buck,” Steve laughs dryly, “You’re earlier than usual. Is this all a part of your plan to apologize to Y/N?”

Bucky snorts, “Oh, I apologized to her many times. She even forgave me. Loudly.”

You elbow him in the ribs then, giving Steve a fake smile, “He’s already pushing it.”

Steve laughs, “I can tell. Hey, did you get a chance to look at that loan file I sent you? It needs approval as soon as possible.”

“Not yet. I’ll look at it first thing,” you reply. 

The elevator dings and the three of you file in. Steve motions for you to go first and then he walks in behind you, leaving Bucky last. Steve settles in to the left of you and Bucky to the right, where he takes advantage of Steve’s position. His knuckles skim your own, and when you yank your hand away, he grins. 

“How was your night, Stevie?” Bucky asks, “Get laid?”

“No,” Steve replies, “I texted you, actually. Never heard back.”

“Oh,” Bucky shrugs, “I was getting laid.”

You choke on your own spit, earning both of their attention as you cough. Steve places his hand on your back, and if you weren’t choking, you’d see how Bucky tenses. 

“You alright, Shortcake?” Bucky asks, a teasing hint to his voice. 

“Fine,” you grunt, “Just not sure who would want to have sex with you.”

Bucky grins, but when Steve laughs, his face falls, “You’d be surprised. She’s pretty insatiable.”

“Right,” you roll your eyes. 

“In fact,” he continues, “She woke me up in the middle of the night begging me to—”

The elevator doors open, and you step out before Bucky can finish his sentence. You take a deep breath and give them both a tight smile, then hurry away to your office before Bucky’s words can get to you even more. 

     It’s after lunch when you hear from Bucky again. He sent you an email, one which you took a while to open. 

Y/N,

If you can find the time, please come to my office after your lunch break. I require your assistance on a very hard task. You’re the only one who knows how to fix it. 

Respectfully, 

James B. Barnes 

You knock on Bucky’s office door, noting how he closed all of his blinds. Part of you is nervous, the other part is desperate for a glance, a touch, a kiss, anything. 

“Come in,” he calls. 

You open the door, watching as he smirks when he sees you. His eyes skim over the outfit he asked you to wear, to which his smirk only grows. 

“What is it, Barnes?” you question.

“Come in,” he repeats, “Close the door.”

You do as told, and once the door is shut, you smile at him. He ushers you over, pulling you into his lap. You’re barely comfortable when you feel him guide your ass over his boner, telling you exactly what he needs.

“Buck, we can’t,” you mumble. 

“Yeah, we can. I have a meeting with Rog in ten minutes.”

You furrow your brows, “So, I’ll come back later.”

“No,” he grumbles, “I want you under my desk when he comes in. I want you to suck me off while he’s in here.”

“Oh, my God, so it’s a power thing?” you sigh, “That’s ridiculous.”

“Don’t like how he looked at you,” Bucky mutters, kissing your jawline, “Please. I’m so hard.”

“I have to get back to work—”

“The meeting will take twenty minutes. Fifteen if you make me cum. Please.”

“Of course I’ll make you cum,” you remark, “What if he sees me?”

Bucky’s desk has a slit in the middle at the bottom, allowing air to flow up where his legs rest. If Steve were to look down, granted he’d have to get very low to look underneath, he could see you. 

“He won’t. He won’t see you. I promise.”

“Fine, but—”

A knock sounds on Bucky’s door again, and Steve’s voice rings through, “Barnes?”

“Under my desk, Shortcake,” he commands, helping you off his lap and onto the floor, “Come in, Steven.”

Bucky tucks himself under the desk, careful to leave room for you, while you hear his office door open. You reach up and work open his belt, feeling him tense already. You know this will be fun if he’s already so sensitive. 

“Hey, man,” Steve greets him. 

Bucky lets out a scruff laugh, “I’m really comfortable, Rog, I can’t stand and shake your hand.”

You freeze, wondering if you should zip his pants back up. 

“Fair enough,” Steve replies, and you hear him sit. 

As they start to talk business, you take Bucky out of his pants. He’s red and throbbing, clearly in need of some assistance. You spread his pre-cum around, and when you lean forward to kitty lick the tip, his hips buck. 

“You alright, Barney?” Steve questions. 

Bucky’s voice comes out harsh, “Fine.”

You grin and grip him tighter in your hand as you work him up and down, finally taking him into your mouth and sucking. You work your hand along the area you can’t take in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks every so often just for laughs. Bucky’s shoe taps your leg, as if a warning to tell you to slow down, but you pretend like you don’t understand him. 

“What the fuck is your problem, seriously?” Steve asks him, “You’re sweating, dude.”

You know it’s because he’s trying not to fire off his load into your mouth too soon, which only makes you braver. You take him deeper, smiling around him when his palm covers the top of your head and tries to yank you back. 

“Shit—I’m fine. Just a little, uh, anxious.”

“About the numbers?”

“Um, yeah, sure, about the numbers,” Bucky replies, “Fuck.”

“Hey, Buck, didn’t you wear that tie yesterday?” Steve asks. 

“Yeah, I, uh, told you I got laid last night.”

You can’t see Steve, but you slow down, shifting your weight and tucking your legs under you from where you sit. 

“Yeah, but you don’t usually spend the night, do you?”

Bucky groans, “I don’t know, man.”

Steve seems to let it go, and with another few words, you hear his chair shove against the floor. 

“I’ll see you later, Barnes— uh, is that Y/N’s heel?”

You freeze, pulling your leg up closer to you, and listening as Steve audibly gasps. You free your mouth and peak your head forward enough to catch Bucky’s expression; his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. 

“Oh, shit.”

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You Deserve The World - Patri Guijarro x Reader

I love Patri and there's not enough of her out there! Trying to work on writing shorter fics, but it's proving difficult, so here you go.

Reader's girlfriend breaks up with her over the phone, Patri wants to treat her right since she's liked her for ages.

You were sat down next to Claudia, Ana-Maria and Patri sat opposite the both of you, with Patri facing you. Training had been long and gruelling, but you’d made it. Food was calling your name. You were happily eating and laughing at the girls’ jokes when your phone rang.

You reached for your phone in your pocket, seeing your girlfriend’s name on the screen. The both of you had been fighting over the last few weeks. There was always something that would anger her, always something that you’d done. You had no energy for it anymore. It hurt to fight with someone whom you cared a lot about.

You answered the phone quickly, not thinking it would be anything important. Although, it was odd for her to phone you while you were training. The three girls looked over at you, wanting to know who it was. They were your best friends and knew how tough the relationship had been for you over the last few weeks. They were there as a shoulder for you to cry on, and a sofa to sleep on when she’d kick you out. They were nothing but supportive. As they got back to their food, their heads snapped up when they heard your voice raise.

“Why would you do that now?! Are you kidding me?!” You got up from the chair, as the three girls stared at you. Patri got up to join you outside, but Ana pulled her back down to sit.

“Leave her. It doesn’t sound too good.” She said, with a mouth full of salad.

“More reason for me to go out to her.” Patri said.

“Leave it for a little. It sounds like a conversation that needs to be had.” Ana shrugged.

“You think that was her girlfriend?” Claudia asked.

“Almost definitely.” Ana leaned back in her chair, trying to get a better look at you through the window, but she couldn’t see you.

“She’ll be fine, Pats. Don’t worry.” Claudia tried to calm Patri’s nerves. Patri always had a soft spot for you. She loved being around you and hated the way your girlfriend treated you. She would constantly be lost in her daydreams of imagining the both of you together. The things you’d do as a couple, the things she could say to you without a worry, and treating you the way you deserve to be treated.

A part of her was happy that you were fighting with your girlfriend. It gave her some hope of a break-up. She hated thinking that way, especially about you. The other part of her was angry. Angry at your girlfriend for even thinking of yelling at you, for criticising you for little to no reason in her mind, for kicking you out multiple times, for making you cry, and for making you feel as if you weren’t good enough. Patri wanted to show you what it’s like to be treated right.

It had been ten minutes since you’d left the room to take the phone call. Patri had been unable to sit still, needing to know if you were okay.

“I’m going to see her. She’s taking too long out there.” Patri got up, not giving a chance for the other two to answer her.

Patri left the building, looking around for you. She found you sitting cross legged on the last step leading to the car park, playing with a stray piece of grass sticking out of the pavement. As she walked closer to you she noticed the small sniffling and tears streaming down your face. She sat next to you, waiting for you to start, knowing you needed time to wrap your head around something upsetting.

“She broke up with me. Said she couldn’t see a future with me in it. That I wasn’t enough for her and she couldn’t count on me. She made me feel like it’s all my fault for the breakup. Even if it was inevitable.” You sobbed as Patri could only pull you into her, not knowing what to say to you. She was so angry that she knew the words would be unfair on you at that moment. She just kept you close, kissing the crown of your head every few minutes until you calmed down.

“I knew it was coming, so I don’t even know why I’m crying. I was so unhappy in that relationship.”

“It doesn’t mean you can’t miss what it used to be.” Patri wiped the tears that came from your eyes as you looked up to her, the words hitting you harder than they should’ve. You gripped into her shirt, as your head hit her chest.

The both of you had stayed out on the steps until the tears subsided.

“Are you okay?” Patri asked quietly, knowing it was the stupidest question on earth.

“Feeling a bit better.”

“How about we get our stuff and go back to mine. I can make you some food and we can watch whatever you want, and have a sleepover.”

“What about the meeting?” You asked. 

“I’ll say you were ill and I drove us here so I have to take you home. Let me worry about it, okay?”

You nodded. Patri told you to wait on the steps as she quickly ran back in to collect your things, along with hers. She didn’t bother telling Ana and Claudia the both of you were going, she’d message them later. Patri spoke to Jonatan who understood the circumstances, and was back out to you in no time.

You couldn’t help but smile at her eagerness, jogging back out to you in what felt like record time. She held her hand out to help you up off the floor, which you gladly took. You didn’t let go of her hand until you got to the car, something which had Patri smiling more than she probably should’ve.

—-

The both of you spent the evening watching films, eating Patri’s famous paella, and Patri telling you jokes to make you laugh. You’d almost forgotten about the trauma of the afternoon. As you were watching the TV, Patri chanced a look at you. How could someone treat you so terribly? She watched you as you took a sad sigh. Patri sat up.

“You okay?”

“I will be. You’re just amazing for doing this.”

“I know you’d do the same for me. I just wish I could beat her up or something for you.”

Laughing because you knew it was true, “you just always know what to say and what to do. You’re an amazing friend, Pats.”

Patri gave you a tight lipped smile as you made yourself comfortable on top of her. Her arms pulling you in as much as they could around your waist. She faced the TV, couldn’t help but be disappointed. But what did she expect? You’d just come out of a relationship, you wouldn’t just jump into her arms and announce your love for her. Even if Patri would love nothing more. She’d wait for you.

——

Patri treated you with so much kindness and love that you had realised what it felt like to be loved again. She never pushed you to be anything other than yourself. You could be your true self around her, something you could never be with your ex. You were constantly walking on egg shells around her, but not with Patri. If something was out of its place, Patri wanted to talk about it. However small it was, Patri wanted to find a solution. She was always there for you whenever you needed a hug or just someone to talk to. Not only was she just there, but she wanted to be there for you.

——

Almost a year later, Patri was still waiting for you. She never knew when there was a right time to bring up the fact that she genuinely loved you. Did you feel the same way? That was a question on her mind a lot. Patri couldn’t find the right words at the right time. Whenever it was just the two of you, she would shy away. Could never bring herself to say anything.

She knew the answer to the question after you’d accepted to go on a date with one of the Espanyol players, Nadezdha Karpova. You’d told her, Ana and Claudia that you’d decided to move on and that it had been too long since you’d gone out on a date. Nadezdha had asked you out confidently after the game against Barcelona, so you took her number and after thinking about it had decided to text her to say yes.

You weren’t sure if that’s what you wanted. You’ve been in your head for a while. You didn’t think Patri liked you back. It would be too much for your to expect. Not only had she been there for you since the breakup, but every day since. You had developed feelings for her, but thought it was impossible for her to feel the same. So you said yes to Nadezdha. She was nice, you thought. She wasn’t Patri, but it could be a way for you to get over Patri. She was your best friend.

——

Patri was at home that night. You said you’d message her when you got home. Patri was sitting on the sofa, watching whatever it was on the TV. She wasn’t paying much attention, not when the only thing catching her attention was. Why didn’t she stop you from going on the date? She could’ve told you how she really felt. Ana had given her a look of sympathy after you’d said you were off on the date. Patri gave a short smile back, berating herself for waiting so long.

She heard a knock at the door. It was only 9.15pm, but she wasn’t expecting anyone. Opening the door, she was shocked to find you there. Standing in a beautiful black dress finishing at the middle of your thighs. It took a second for her to control herself.

“Y/N. What are you doing here? Did the date finish early or something?”

You walked in, used to the other girls home now, “I’m an idiot. And I’m just going to say this now otherwise I’ll explode. I like you. A lot. I really like you. I think about you all the time, and every time I’m not with you I want to be with you. You mean the world to me, and while I was out on the date I realised that. I was sat there wishing it was you who was sat opposite me, wishing it was your voice I was listening to instead of hers. I just wanted to say that.” You took a massive breath out, “I’ll go. You’re more than welcome to delete my number and ignore me for the rest of our lives.”

Patri stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face. You’d said it. You’d actually said it. It wasn’t until you were closing the door that she realised she hadn’t said anything back to you. She ran out of the door, wearing a pair of shorts, socks and her sports bra.

“Y/N! Wait! Same.”

You turned around, seeing a smiling Patri. You looked her up and down, the cutest human being stood in the corridor of her flat’s building.

“Same?”

“I feel the same as you. I’ve liked you for ages. I hate how your ex treated you because I knew I could treat you better. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. So I waited until you were ready. But then you said you were going on that date, but I wanted you to be happy. And whenever you’re happy, I am too. You deserve the world, and I want to be the one to give you as much of it as I can.”

A single tear escaped from your eye. How could you be so blind? The girl of your dreams was right in front of you. Not in your ex, not in another football player, but in your best friend. You walked up to her as her arms went around your waist, automatically now as they had done many times before.

“I’m sorry I never told you sooner.”

“I promised myself I’d wait for you.” She smiled as you looked down to her lips and back up to her glowing brown eyes. You leaned in, hoping she’d meet you halfway, which she was eager to do.

Your lips met. Your stomach filled with butterflies as she pulled you closer, your hands reaching up to her face needing more from her. Nothing had ever felt more perfect than this moment. Patri backed you into the wall opposite her flat, her tongue asking permission to enter, in which you gladly granted. Both of your breathing ragged, as her lips travelled down your neck, biting and licking. Patri returned back up to your lips, pulling you by your dress towards her front door. She pulled back from you with wide eyes.

“I forgot my keys.”

Your hair a mess and your eyes black, of course this would happen. You both laughed. Patri stood there in her evening wear while you were definitely overdressed for the occasion.

“Mine it is then.” You said. Patri held your hand as the both of you made your way down the street towards your flat. Patri regretting just closing the door and running out with nothing, but she wouldn’t change the way it had ended.

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

wait draco fucking his arranged marriage wife on a couch after she admitted to still seeing her ex (not knowing he has feelings for her obviously) and he’s like oh? can he fuck you like this tho?

pairing: draco malfoy x reader 

warning(s): 18+, adultery, arranged marriage, slight degradation

word count: 3.0k 

a/n: this was not supposed to be this long but it ran away from me as i started writing. this is the longest thing i’ve written on tumblr so far and i hope you all enjoy it! one of my own person favorites. 

Another day felt like another day wasted in the walls in the stuffy Manor you called home. Except it wasn’t home. And it wasn’t another day. 

No. After weeks of trying to get your husband to open up to you, you had had enough. It was an arranged marriage, and although you were no fool and had no pretenses of pretending to love him, you’d at least like to get to know the person you called your husband. 

Back in school you had always thought the infamous Draco Malfoy was rather handsome, anyone would be a fool to deny it. He was confident and popular, great at Quidditch, and seemed like the perfect gentleman - everything you could want in a husband. Turns out it was the opposite. All the feelings you thought you might develop for him were unrequited, and he ignored you at every turn. 

So you took it into your own hands to get what you were so desperately craving: physical affection. It didn’t take much, truly. All you did was send an owl to your ex boyfriend from your school days and one thing led to another until you were in his bed, wrapped in his arms, and rocked to your core with pleasure. 

But now you were back in your ‘home’, wasting away within the walls of the Manor with your husband nowhere to be found. 

It wasn’t until hours later, when you were getting ready to push yourself up from the couch to head to bed, did the fireplace flash green, signaling his arrival home. 

“Hello. How was your day?” You asked politely, hoping just this once he might fall into a normal conversation with you. 

“Fine,” he replied shortly, not even bothering to look at you as he emptied his pockets and put down his very important briefcase that was a mystery to you. 

A blaze of frustration ran through your body, desperate to get more out of this man than just one word. A crazy thought came into your head, to tell him about your day, but you pushed it aside. No, Malfoy’s wouldn’t think highly of a girl who committed adultery within weeks of marriage. But…

“My day was great,” you told him, rather impulsively. 

At first he seemed shocked that you even said anything, the conversation usually reached its end by now. But he recovered quickly, politely asking “And what was so great about your day?” 

Naturally, you could lie. Tell him you met up with your female friends for lunch. Tell him you read a good book. Tell him anything but the truth. But… 

“I reacquainted myself with my ex boyfriend from school,” you told him, daring to look him in the eye as you spoke. 

“Reacquainted? How?” He asked, a series of emotions flashing over his face that you had never seen before. It sent a thrill through you to see him showing any emotions at all. 

Again, you could lie. Tell him you met him for lunch. Tell him that you ran into each other in Diagon Alley. Tell him anything but the truth. But… 

You knew even if the truth did come out, he would have to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t dare be seen as a spineless cuckold as his wife went around sleeping with whomever she pleased. 

“I owled him a few days ago, asking to meet him,” you began, watching as his face contorted into something akin to anger. “I went to his home, for lunch, and it didn’t end with lunch.” 

You left the end of your short story rather ambiguous, wanting to see what he’d do with the information you presented him. He had barely moved from his place by the fireplace, but the look he was giving you could set you up in flames if he wanted it to. 

“So, what? You fucked him?” He asked, the politeness in his voice giving way to the anger he was feeling. 

In a sick way, it pleased you to see him angry. Gave you a sense of pride that you, the wife he had seen fit to ignore, could get such a rise out of him. 

“Yes, seeing as you haven’t even touched me,” was your spiteful reply, foolishly placing the blame all on him despite your own actions. 

“You stupid, silly little girl,” he said under his breath as he stalked over towards you, menacing in just how much bigger he was than you. “You don’t fucking understand a thing about me, do you?” He asked, hovering over you, his hands braced on the back of the couch that you were still seated on, your faces inches apart. 

“You don’t let me. You never speak to me,” you argued, ready to turn this into a fight filled with low blows if he really wanted it to go that way. 

“You think this is a fucking walk in the park for me? Having some girl I’ve barely met in my house looking terrified of me every time I come near her? Suffering through your daily attempts to talk to me, but knowing how unbearably uncomfortable you are in being here? You think I wanted this? For either of us?” He asked seamlessly, almost in a rush to get all of his thoughts out before he thought better of it. A look of hesitation passed his face for a brief moment before he continued on, more quietly now. “You think I wanted the girl I couldn’t take my eyes off for a single day after fifth year hating being in my presence? Going behind my back to fuck someone else because I’ve held myself back in case she was uncomfortable doing anything more than just acting like my wife?” 

He didn’t meet your eye at first, but when he did you saw the weight of his emotions. He was hurt, by himself and by you. He was jealous of the man you had chosen to spend your day with. He was terrified of your reaction to his words. He was furious he even had to have this conversation, in this way, in this situation. He was relieved he finally got it all out. 

“Wh- What are you saying?” You asked cautiously, not wanting to twist his words to meet your own fantasy of having a loving husband. 

He took a deep breath before he answered, but made no moves to rid himself of his proximity to you. “Y/N, I’ve been head over heels for you since the moment we met. But having an arranged marriage, I couldn’t do much more but assume you didn’t share the same feelings as me.” 

“Oh,” was all you could even say back, too overwhelmed to think of anything else. You searched his eyes for the lie, but they held nothing but the raw truth. He must have seen something in your eyes as well, because his tone shifted into something else entirely before he spoke again. 

“Now, Y/N, I think we got off on the wrong foot and I didn’t make my intentions clear with you. I intend to be a good husband, a loving husband. And yet despite my best efforts to be the perfect gentleman so far, you went behind my back to sleep with some other man. And what does that say about you?” He asked, his eyes boring into yours as he spoke. 

You were sure he could hear your heart rate from how close he was, your pulse racing at his words. “I- I don’t know,” you stuttered, willing to let him take this wherever he saw fit. 

“I’m not going to place the blame all on you, because I know I haven’t been perfect. But one might say that you’re a dumb little whore, and I might be inclined to agree. A stupid, little girl trapped in her big, posh Manor. Going out to let any guy fuck her, not even knowing that her husband can fuck her better than anyone else could.” 

“And you could fuck me better than someone I know can?” You asked incredulously, shocked at the words spilling from his mouth. But even if you tried, you couldn’t deny the way he was so sure of himself, so sure he could please you better than any man, aroused you to no end. 

He let out a dark chuckle and looked at you, amused. “Of course I could, darling. That is, if you give me the chance,” he told you in a teasing tone, before pushing himself off of the couch to walk away. 

“Wait,” you started, once again acting on impulse. You might regret your next words, but damn it if you weren’t curious. And he was your husband after all. “Prove it.” 

“Prove it?” He asked, turning on his heel to face you again, a victorious grin written across his face. When you nodded, he only lifted a brow before he continued. “Now? Haven’t you had a long day of, oh how did you put it, ‘getting reacquainted with your ex’?” 

“You talk a big game, Draco. Now I’m asking you to prove it. Scared?” You asked, baiting him. 

In a split second and a flurry of movement later, he had you laying down against the couch, pressed into the expensive fabric, with his weight on top of you, pinning you down.  

“I’ll give you one last chance to back out of this. Tell me now, otherwise I’m going to fuck you through this couch,” he said through gritted teeth, clearly fed up with your antics. 

Without even thinking, your lips crashed onto his in a heated kiss. Lips you hadn’t felt since your wedding day. You hadn’t even remembered what they felt like until his tongue was darting along your bottom lip, hastily requesting entry. 

As your kiss remained heated, he was expertly shedding you both of your clothing until you were almost bare. He had only left you in your small, lace thong in the aftermath of his destruction. 

His hands traveled your body possessively, as if trying to memorize every curve and edge of your skin. The moment your bra came off, your breasts were in his hands, easily rolling your nipples until you were gasping for air. He swallowed all your noises greedily, as if you were feeding them to a starved man. 

It wasn’t until he pulled away, his hands resting on the waistband on your underwear, did you have a moment for a coherent thought. 

“One last time, are you sure Y/N?” He asked as if it was painful for him. As if it was the case that you said no, it would be immensely difficult for him to pull himself away. As if it was the case that you said no, he’d die a painful death at your feet. 

“I’m sure,” you said softly, not wanting him to think for a second that you had any hesitant thoughts about this moment. 

As he slowly pulled down your final layer of clothing, it gave you a chance to finally look at him.

And he was beautiful. 

He looked like an ancient Greek statue, perfectly carved and crafted out of marble come to life. His perfectly defined lines, his impossible definition, his muscles in all the right places. Your eyes eventually traveled down to his cock, and your breath hitched when you finally saw how large he was. If you had known this all along, perhaps you wouldn’t have sought out another man for your pleasure. 

He seemed to be taking you in just the same. His eye trailing down your body with such reverence that you felt like an ancient Greek goddess yourself, if only for a moment. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he said softly, almost as if he didn’t mean for you to hear the words. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, giving him a shy smile when his eyes met yours again. 

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time,” he told you, still in the soft tone that he had. He gracefully let his body fall back over yours, bracing himself on one forearm while his other hand traveled the length of your body. 

When he caught your lips again, it didn’t hold the same heat as before, but there was something new there. Something good. Something that could only be translated through your lips in that very moment. Something akin to adoration, worship, even love. 

His hand stopped its travels at the apex of your thighs, expertly running his fingers over your clit and down your slit, feeling for himself just how wet you were. He groaned at the feeling of how wet and warm you were, and you felt his cock twitch against your stomach in anticipation. 

He slowly opened you up for him with his fingers. First with one, then two, even venturing to three before he was content that you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. He didn’t rush the process, kept a slow, steady, predictable pace as he worked your body. And every time you got close to the edge, he’d gently bring you back down, leaving you a whining, writhing mess by the time he was aligning his cock with you. 

“Draco, please,” you begged shamelessly, more than ready for him. 

“Did you beg for him earlier?” He asked almost nonchalantly, teasing you with the tip of his cock. 

He must have seen the shock on your face, shocked that he would bring it up in this moment, because he only chuckled before pushing inside of you, a gasp easily pulled from your lips at the intense stretch. 

He didn’t fuck you gently, immediately starting with a breakneck pace that left you seeing stars from the first moment he bottomed out. You were easily rewarding him with your moans, letting him know just how good it felt without words. You couldn’t speak even if you tried. 

But he talked. Oh, yes. He ran that pretty mouth of his as if he wasn’t thrusting so deep inside of you the couch was rocking. 

“I was right, wasn’t I? You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” He asked, right as you were beginning to climb that peak into a pleasurable abyss. 

You gave him a feeble nod in return, not trusting your own mouth to properly respond. 

“Did he fuck you like this?” He asked, biting the question out through clenched teeth as if he was dreading the answer. “Tell me, Y/N, did he?” He asked, fucking you even harder now in his frustration. 

“No,” you cried out, breaking free of your moans for a second to answer him. “He can’t fuck me like this,” you added, if only to stroke Draco’s ego, but nevertheless it was true. No one could fuck you like this. 

“Cum for me, let me feel you,” Draco said, lowering his head into the crook of your neck to ground himself, trying to fight off his orgasm until you got yours. 

It didn’t take much longer after that. He had worked you up so much beforehand that your orgasm came to you easily and came with such a force you were left breathless in its wake. Your nails carved down Draco’s muscular back, sure to leave delightful scratch marks that you could study later, as you cried out in bliss. 

The moment he felt your walls contract around him, he let himself go with a low groan. The sound was music to your ears, and only intensified the feelings you were experiencing. To have him so close, sharing in the same ecstasy you were, it was like magic. 

When you both came down from your highs, he swiftly rearranged the both of you until you wrapped in his arms, both lying on the couch. It was a strange feeling, being in his arms for the first time like this. If someone had told you this would be happening only a few hours before, you would have laughed in their face. But now here you both were, sweaty and satiated, basking in the bliss of finally consummating your marriage. 

The thought made you giggle, and when he shot you a perplexed look, you couldn’t help but explain. 

“We finally consummated our marriage,” you explained, still giggling. “And don’t worry, by the way, I’m on the potion,” you thought to add, just in case kids weren’t looming in the future for him. 

“Good to know you won’t be birthing any bastard children,” was his sullen response, clearly still hurt by the events of the day. 

You shifted your body until you were looking directly at him, but he made no moves to pull his arms away from you. If anything, he held you tighter when he felt you move, unwilling to give up the moment. 

“Look, I’m sorry about what I did today. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair to you. And if I had known even a fraction how you felt about me, I wouldn’t have done it, because I feel the same about you. I was just feeling incredibly stuck in what I thought was a hopeless marriage, and I was lonely, so I sought out someone else. But now I understand that that isn’t the case, and I can promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that it will never happen again,” you told him, putting everything out there for him. 

“You feel the same?” He asked timidly, after a moment of deliberation. There was a look of hope on his face, and never in your wildest dreams would you shut down such a rare display of emotion from him. Then again, you may be expecting more of his emotions from here on out. 

“Yes. I’ve always been attracted to you, and the little bits of you that I do know, I like. I want this to work, Draco. I want this to be a real marriage. All I wanted was a shot.” you said, just praying he wanted the same. 

“‘I’ll admit, I wasn’t a good husband to you by any means, and I probably unknowingly pushed you into doing what you did. But now that our intentions are out there, I’d like nothing more than to give this a real shot,” he responded, that newly familiar look of hope in his eyes present once more. 

In that moment, you could both feel it. The beginning of something great.

[taechaos]

Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails. 

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants. 

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug. 

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head. 

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast. 

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets. 

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave. 

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better. 

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia. 

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple. 

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle. 

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…" 

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair. 

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas. 

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

[cinnamonest]

Y’all are too nice to me I swear… here I am being horny and nasty on main and I’m getting encouraged, damn. But for real  ( ´ ω ` ) thank you so much!!

I’m gaining more confidence to post more smutty stuff and the kind of dark shit I like, so I might go back and make more nasty Childe content later on too… After Albedo, I got Razor and Zhongli coming up, and a few ones I just worked on for fun. But yeah, just in case it wasn’t clear for anyone who followed me, I’m going to be writing almost entirely dark content and some really nasty stuff, so just be aware of that, and don’t consume my writing if that’s something that may be harmful to you.

Albedo is so pretty… and such good dark content material… He treats you like a science experiment but has the audacity to make it hot smh

I haven’t seen a whole lot of him outside the cutscenes, so potentially ooc (as if yandere content isn’t already ooc, lmao)

Albedo - Yandere Profile

tw: general yandere content, obsessive behavior, stalking

tw (below cut): smut, noncon (seriously, you’ve been warned)

What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Very much aware. In the beginning, it frustrates him. He’s never been particularly attached to anyone, outside of his former instructor. He’s always enjoyed being out on his own, spending extended amounts of time by himself – the desire to be around someone is a foreign feeling for him. He immediately notices how bizarre the emotion is for him, how it changes his behaviors. His self awareness combined with perceptiveness makes him able to acutely recognize not only how unusual this emotion is for him, but also how the extent of his feelings, the types of desires they ignite in him, is unusual even for “normal” people who aren’t social recluses.

He’s frustrated by his own actions, feels embarrassed at how attached he is to you, how easily you make him flustered and trip over his words. As he is a very aware yandere, he’s definitely afraid of rejection to some degree. He has no idea how to navigate feelings and interactions with other people, he’s never really had the desire to form a particularly strong bond with anyone before. As such, he’ll come across as very awkward, and he will interact with you less than most yanderes – he knows he’s just going to embarrass himself if he talks to you, right? He’ll just mess up and say something strange, so instead, he opts to watch you from the shadows, go to places where you are, but keep a distance from you, just being able to watch you makes him feel fluttery and overwhelmed. 

He will definitely be one to collect things from you. He collects plenty of things for the sake of science, this is no different. Or so he tries to tell himself, but he can’t delude himself even if he tries. He knows its weird, he knows its wrong, but the overwhelming urge to have things of yours is too great to resist. He’ll start off with more innocent things, but it will gradually progress to not-so-innocent… items of yours.

It may not be obvious, but he’s actually a fairly sensitive person, at least regarding you. He places a lot of value in what you think of him, and wants to ensure you’ll respond positively to him. He views it like a science – there should be some formula by which he can put in the correct actions, and produce a specific result. Unfortunately, unlike real science, there’s not much room for trial and error – he feels he only has once chance.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

It will take some time, as he’s got to get over his own nerves first. He’s torn between the fear of you hating him for such a thing, it would be the end of the world for him, but also the desire to pull you away from the world, to keep you hidden from others, to have you all to himself, to be the only person that gets to look at you. If you start showing positive signs, reacting positively to his gifts, expressing interest in conversation with him and going out of your way to see him, he’ll start to get more confident, think that he can afford to do something that might sour your opinion of him, hoping it will merely be temporary.

He’ll probably start to do so several times and back out. He’ll set out at night, make it all the way to your room and stand over your sleeping form, and he’ll start to worry, wonder if someone saw him, see holes in his plans, he gets too nervous and bolts. He’ll persuade you into being alone with him, and although its the chance he’s looking for, again, he’ll get nervous, worry about being caught, run through all the what-ifs, and miss the chance. Honestly, when he does finally take you, it will probably be not planned, but in the heat of the moment, a rash decision from desperation. Something like you coming to visit him to tell him you’re leaving the area, came to say goodbye, and he’ll panic, ultimately grabbing you by the arm as you try to leave and dragging you back inside, silently, but forcefully.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

Moderately difficult. Your best bet is to take advantage of his tendency to be absent minded when he’s absorbed in his work. He gets very lost in his thoughts, to a point where he’ll completely zone out and be oblivious to the world around him. On the downside, this means you won’t have much time to cover distance, he’ll be close behind the moment he realizes you’re gone.

The route he’ll probably take is actually one where you won’t need to be too restrained, because you’ll be taking… a little research trip. Out to the most freezing, desolate areas of the mountains. He’s convinced the knights he needs to stay there for his research, but in reality, he’s internally panicking, as he tries to figure out how to make this work – after all, you two can’t stay here forever. You’d be foolish to run out of the little cabin he’s bought, out into the perilous freezing cold and jagged, high slopes. At first, he thinks there’s no way you’d try it, so he’s content letting you have free reign to walk around as you please. If he has to leave for whatever reason, he’ll probably lock you into a single room, but he won’t chain you up, as again, he's really trying to avoid making you hate him.

If you prove to be determined to leave, he’ll be hurt, but mostly concerned for you. He’s actually not one to get too mad over an escape attempt – he’ll blame himself, or theorize it’s just a natural response your brain triggered. Against his first choice, he’ll end up having to get more strict with your restraints. If you get too whiny, though… you might trigger one of his more frustrated moments.

“I didn’t want to have to do this… I’m sorry. I can’t risk anything bad happening to you. Tell me if it’s too tight… I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t blame you. I know you’re probably panicking over all this, but you’ll get adjusted to it, I promise. Just… just give it some time… it’s not so bad, living with me, I promise.”

“Don’t be like that. You’re only tied up because you tried to leave. You should understand why you have to be kept like this… If you don’t want to be restrained, you shouldn’t have run out, trying to get yourself killed.”

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

For all his academic intelligence, he’s not highly skilled with people and socialization. He’s not too good at being able to tell when he’s being lied to, and he definitely won’t pick up on subtle manipulation. It’ll be pretty easy to wrap him around your finger, he’ll do what he can to make you happy.

Once he finds out you’ve lied to him, though, he’ll get pretty upset. He likely won’t trust you again, and will require proof of anything you say, or set out to find out if you’re telling him the truth or not.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He’ll try to accommodate you, giving you things you ask for, but he has limits. He’s too paranoid to let you have any contact with the outside world. You do have him wrapped around your finger to an extent, though. Whatever he’s doing at the moment, he’ll drop it in a heartbeat if you want to spend time with him in any way, even if its just you asking for food or to take a walk. He’ll be willing to take you for very short trips outside, no further than a few yards from the lodging, if only because he knows sunlight is vital to your health.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

The basics will be there – don’t try to leave, don’t be difficult with him, try to cooperate, be obedient. However, he’s also particularly overprotective of anything that can hurt you – even yourself. Under no circumstances can you handle anything that can hurt you – that means no cooking, no knives, no lifting anything heavy, no going outside without him. If you’re determined to cook something, he’ll have to stand right behind you, and watch while you do it. If you get so much as a little cut or burn, he’ll take over, insisting you go sit down after he tends to your “wounds.”

At the very beginning, he’ll be hesitant to punish you too much, as part of his plan to get you to like him. However, he can be a little easily frustrated, and your safety and well-being comes first, even if it means he has to make you upset. He will have to restrain you, take away what little privileges you had. If you try to bolt while you’re outside, no more going outside. If you try something foolish like attacking him with a knife when he gives you cooking privileges, you will lose said privileges. Really, the worst part of it all is the humiliation, being treated like a dumb, incapable baby that can’t do anything for yourself. He insists on doing everything for you, even down to bathing you and dressing you, even feeding you if you can’t convince him to take restraints off your hands. He’ll talk down to you in that way, too, talking to you as if you were a child.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

It’s a situation he’s not prepared to handle, and he’s unsure of what to do. It strikes fear in him that you might have someone else interested, so he has to get rid of them as quickly as possible. He’s not opposed to killing, if it comes down to that, but initially, he’ll try to work behind the scenes – expose something that will ruin their reputation, get them accused of a crime. This would also be one of the possible aforementioned situations that might cause him to kidnap you a bit earlier than he normally would, as well. If he can’t get rid of them easily, he’ll just take you away from them.

He will absolutely try to make you hate them, try to ruin your image of them, and he’s rather good at falsifying evidence for his claims of their behavior. With his alchemic skills, that sort of thing is easily possible.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He gets more frustrated than anything, when you’re being difficult. This is mostly just him sighing quite a bit, speaking a bit harshly, even pouting and sulking a bit if you’ve offended him. But true anger in him is not pretty, and almost never happens. It’s a buildup, a slow rise that has a boiling point. If he reaches that point, he can definitely get mad enough to hurt you, it’s actually kind of terrifying in how sharp of a contrast it is to how he normally is. It’s a side of him that’s very difficult to draw out. He’s not one to yell or shout, no, his anger is a suffocating silence, he slams down whatever he’s holding as he stomps over to you, grabbing you by the arms hard enough to bruise, and dragging you by the hair to whatever he has planned.

With mild frustration outbursts, he will feel justified, but if it reaches that intense anger, he’ll usually give at least a little apology, tell you he didn’t mean to go that far. He hates to think of you fearing him, but ultimately, if that’s what’s necessary to keep you safe, then he can live with it.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It’s an odd mix. On one hand, he sees you as utterly fascinating, the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, more than any landscape or art he’s seen or made, an invaluable treasure to be kept on a high pedestal. Simultaneously, however, he will treat you like a child, thinks you can’t do anything for yourself. It’s a bizarre duality, but one he is consistent on. You’re precious, so very precious, and he’s undeserving of you, but at the same time, you need him to be safe and sound.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Of the genshin boys, he’s one of the most determined. He’s not good with people, and he doesn’t really have anyone particularly close to him left anymore. He tends to keep people at a distance. You sort of fill an space inside him that he never knew was empty, a void he wasn’t aware he had until it was consumed by thoughts of you. He doesn’t need anyone or anything else, so long as he has you with him, but he really, really wants it to be true that you love him. He doesn’t need you to even love him as much as he loves you – he doesn’t even know if that’s possible – but he just wants to know that, even if only in the slightest, his feelings are returned. He’s so distant from everyone else, but you wormed your way into his heart, even if you didn’t intend to, with your smiles and softness and kindness towards him. For the first time, he feels weak around someone, but in a way, it’s a good feeling. He wants to be able to be vulnerable, be weak, and not have anything to fear by doing so.

He’s lucid, though, so he doesn’t expect you to love him immediately. As he’s not good with words or displays of affection, he’ll get you all sorts of gifts. Rare items that you wonder how the hell he obtained them, beautifully crafted little trinkets from all his searching and time traveling, more clothes than you could ever wear. You’ll start to feel a little guilty, it’s so much, and you’re certain he doesn’t have that much money. He’ll blow it off, say it’s no big deal, but if you insist, he’ll have to start finding new ways to convey his affection. In captivity, he won’t stop trying, but he’ll understand why you might be angry. In that case, he will utilize what he’s learned from research in books he’s read. He knows that eventually, with him being the only one you have, the only company, the only one to talk to, the only source of touch, you’ll eventually have to cave. You’ll become attached to him, bond with him, whether you like it or not. He knows how powerful the affect of touch can be, and will make sure to hold you in his arms, keep you on his lap, make you crave the only source of human touch you can get. Dependency, he thinks, is the gateway to you loving him.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Drawings. So many of them. Much like his drawings he uses in notes, he’s found he tends to start scribbling a familiar face when his mind drifts off. He’s memorized every little detail of your face, every curve on your body. If you’re ever snooping around, you’ll eventually uncover a book of sketches he has solely dedicated to drawings of you. Drawings of you laughing, smiling, sleeping, drawings that you’re certain were of real events you were at, that you didn’t remember him being at. Every bit in perfect detail. If you confront him about it, he’ll be horrifically embarrassed, insisting they’re no good, or, if you’re upset, trying to reassure you it was all from his mind and totally not him lurking in the shadows as he watches you.

Also, if you want to make him happy, get him on one of his spiels about his work, his interests, anything that he can catch onto and go on and on about. He’ll catch himself rambling and apologize for being “annoying,” but if you reassure him, and express interest, that will make him feel particularly appreciated. It would be a primary way to get on his good side and manipulate him, or lull him into false security to make your escape, if that’s what you’re looking to do. But be warned, it will only work once, and he’ll be far too hurt to let himself indulge in sharing these things with you again.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Publicly, definitely highly reserved. He’s easily flustered, and thinks of sex in a very scientific way, for the purpose of procreation. For fun? He knows it’s enjoyable, but can’t separate it from his very analytic, scientific way of viewing things. It’s a formula, you touch this here and pull that there, and the result is supposed to be orgasmic bliss. He just isn’t very familiar with pleasure – he doesn’t drag out masturbation, even, as that would be a waste of time. He gets it over with quickly, taking short breaks during his work. He is a fairly high drive, though, and gets the urge fairly frequently, about once or twice a day.

He’ll be hornier with your presence, having to leave more frequently to get off to the little things you do, quickly getting himself off while recalling the mental image of you holding a pen in your mouth, the little moan when you stretch, the way your clothes fit to your frame.

Prior to abduction, he’s not particularly touchy at all, in fact, he’s very jumpy if you touch him. Once he’s gotten you alone with him for the foreseeable future, isolated, dependent, he’ll gain more confidence, be willing to give into his cravings to touch you, hold you, eventually progressing to groping you, moving his hands up and down your body, under your clothes, slowly peeling them off.

He’s initially a bit ashamed of his urges towards you, feels guilty every time he gets off to you, but will likewise gain more confidence once you're his.

A guy can only fight off the urge for so long before he cracks, before he can’t continue to care about the consequences. For him, that point is when he knows he finally has you all to himself – his worries fade, and while the guilt is still there, it’s far outweighed by desire.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He does care, but as stated previously, it’s hard to fight the urge for so long. It will be torture, but for the first few days, he wants you to “adjust” to your new “home,” and not add to your panic. After that, though, he’ll try to assess your reactions. If you’re extremely resistant, he’ll give you more “adjustment” time. He can’t really hold off forever, though, and eventually, maybe a few weeks in, comes to the conclusion that if he just does what he wants, so long as he’s gentle and reminds you he loves you, it will help you get past the mental barrier in your mind. He’s convinced there’s simply a psychological issue, and that sometimes, people need a push. It’s like having a friend who can’t swim – sometimes, you just have to throw them into the water, help them get over that mental hurdle, and they’ll be grateful in the end. That’s what he tells himself to justify it, anyway. He has enough… anatomical prerequisite knowledge to know what’s good and what’s bad, and will take your body’s positive reactions as a sign of what you really want. Is definitely the kind to use that against you, holding up his fingers to your face after you cum on them, as if to prove a point.

“See? I told you, you just have to let go and give in to what you want… if you didn’t, my fingers wouldn’t be dripping like this, now would they?”

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

He wants to experiment on you. This manifests as him being something of a service top without really intending to be, even if you’re not exactly happy about it. He likes to watch your reactions, watch the way your body moves, test the pleasure you get from different things, discover what it is that you like, even if you weren’t aware of it. In particular, he’s fascinated by the fact that girls have so many types of orgasms. He’ll want to try them all, watch and see which ones are more intense than others, which ones make you convulse, makes your toes curl, your eyes roll back. Which erogenous zones make your breath hitch, make you twitch and whimper. Probably the type to be determined that he can make you cum just from something like sucking on your nipples, and he won’t stop until he achieves it. He’ll also want to try everything. At least anything that he thinks has some potential to appeal to him, mentally. He’s a busy man and hasn’t really taken the time to explore his own sexuality, and has virtually zero experience.

Edging, overstimulation, forced orgasms

Experimentation also means testing limits and thresholds. He’ll bring you up to the edge, learn to watch for the slightest of signs that you’re close, listen to your breath, watch your face, wait until you’re just so close and then draw back, stopping just short of letting you catch that high. Then he’ll let you drift back down, and bring you back up again. No amount of begging will make him show you any mercy, you’ll only cum when he’s decided he’s observed enough. He wants to push the limit, see just how close to the edge of orgasm you can get without spilling over, just how much it takes to drive you insane. He’ll also want to see how far you can go after it as well. Orgasm won’t be the end of his ministrations, no, he wants to see how much stimulation you can take. You won’t be able to get away from his tongue, he’ll grab you by the hips and slam you back down, continuing to lap at you even if you’re so sensitive it’s painful. Watching you cum will just make him rut into you harder, bruising and abusing your insides to a point that they’re so sore you can feel it long after it’s over. At first, he might feel a little guilty, and may very well after it’s over, but in the heat of the moment, he can’t fight the insatiable urge to listen to you squeal, feel you convulse, watch the tears from overwhelming pleasure run down your face.

He’ll make it his personal mission to see how many orgasms the female body is capable of within a given amount of time - per day, per hour, how quickly you can have them in succession. For scientific purposes, of course. Anatomy and human biology isn’t really his main field of focus, but he likes to expand his research horizons.

“Just one more… cum one more time for me, then we’ll be done. Come on… I know you can, just one more.”

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He’s actually good with children, usually. He has a calming effect on kids. He isn’t sure how he feels, though. To some degree, he fears his capabilities to parent, thinks he would be too cold to be a good father. But he also likes the idea of a protege, an heir to his title, one he can teach everything he knows. If he does end up having one, this fucking nerd man will read every book on pregnancy, birthing, and parenting that he can get his hands on.

Also, he’ll absolutely be one to track your cycles, even better than you can. He’s researched enough to know exactly when you’re most or least likely to get pregnant, and you can’t help but notice how much more he seems to cum in you when you’re at your most fertile. Nor can he deny how satisfying it is to watch his cum slowly drip out of you, watching you twitch with aftershock and slowly drift off in exhaustion.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Unfortunately for you, since overstimulation and edging are already normal and everyday for you, he’ll have to amp it up a bit if he’s trying to make you regret something. He might get rougher, abusing more pleasure spots on your body, keeping his hands, mouth, and cock occupied all at once with driving you over the edge until it’s painful. But if you’re exceptionally misbehaved, you might not ever get a release to his edging, instead left to suffer from being so close, tied up so you can’t finish yourself off.

In moments when he’s really, truly angry, the peak of it, and that blends with arousal, he’ll really, really throatfuck you. Grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock down as deep as he can, holding you there as you gag and choke, feeling your throat convulse around him, desperately trying to pull back for air. The movements are harsh and brutal, pulling harshly on your hair, moving at a pace so fast you barely have a second to breathe. Thankfully, when it gets like that, he won’t last long, emptying out into your throat, holding your jaw shut and demanding you swallow. If any spills off on your chin, he’ll gather it up on his fingers, hold it to your face, and command you to open your mouth, suck it off, and swallow again. That’s at the peak of his anger, though, and you’ll have to substantially piss him off to reach that point. He’ll apologize later, holding you close, but his guilt doesn’t change the fact that it’s one of the most intense orgasms that he’ll have, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes think of doing it again, even without provocation. He’s restrained enough not to, but the thought is there… and deep down, he’ll entertain the idea.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

The curves of your body, no matter how defined or faint they are, no matter the general shape of your body, to him it’s the most beautiful thing. He’ll definitely want to draw you, even if you’re not too keen on posing. He’ll run his hands up and down your body, squeezing every little bit of flesh he can, moving his palms over every little curve, every inch of your skin.

[cozymoko]

SAKAMAKI'S WITH A MALE S/O

All Sakamaki brothers x male reader

WARNINGS: None

SHU

He doesn't mind dating men, it makes no difference to him. If anything Shu expects you to take care of him, do any and everything he asks of you.

If you are taller than him Shu would want you to nuzzle him while you sleep. Props to you if you have muscles or are built-in any way! he’ll make you his pillow. Lying his head on your chest, listening carefully to your heartbeat.

• Eventually, Shu will find it difficult to sleep without his very endearing "heater". Anticipate him in your bed nearly every evening.

I think he finds low voices desirable. Waking up with his head in your neck, murmuring a low "good morning" in his ear is almost blissful. If you know how to sing, then sing him a lullaby. He lives for that kind of affection.

REIJI

Appreciates level-headed, well-mannered, intelligent men. Reiji wants to be able to hold a mature conversation without stressing himself out. A nice one-on-one lively debate with a cup of tea is ideal.

Can be quite submissive. He'll allow his partner to have their way with him, privately of course. Reiji adores when his partner kisses his hands, holds him by the waist and makes him feel secure.

Dressing neatly in a nice button-up shirt, black slacks, maybe even a few accessories is one of his favorite looks on you.

But seeing you with a suit on, hair combed back makes him weak. Reiji enjoys the idea of being the only man knowing how soft and sweet you are beneath your strict, formal attire.

AYATO

Likes sporty, energetic guys who have muscles and pronounced abs. He'd love playing basketball with you and proving how much better he is. You had no problem with this, it's making the relationship work.

Ayato would be confused about his sexuality. He'd tell himself there's no way in hell he could love another man. But he always seems to forget when you spend time together.

Wants to know how much he means to you. Let him know he's good enough for you and you'll keep him safe. Although Ayato has too much pride to say how much he appreciates you, his possessive behavior speaks for itself.

He wants to be better than you. Ayato hates that he can't overpower you, and he can get extremely toxic because of it.

KANATO

The triplet likely prefers men over women. Kanato loves being held and babied by someone taller than him. He doesn't mind feminine men though, he'd dress him up in girly clothing.

Kanato expects constant love and affection. He'll hook his arm around yours everywhere you go together, asking you to carry or get anything he wants.

He'd make outfits for you to wear, maybe even some for himself so you can match! He wants the world to know you're his and he dares someone to try and take you.

LAITO

He likes your smell, it's truly intoxicating. Please wear expensive Cologne, Laito is a sucker for it.

He'd hate if you're stronger than him, he wants to be in control and it's hard. So he'd rather have a shy or easily embarrassed guy. He could easily manipulate him and stay in control.

Laito's into soft guys, he thinks they're adorable. Laito is such a tease so when he makes you, a man blush, the feeling is euphoric. Would make fun of how sensitive you are, but he doesn't mean any harm...well sorta.

SUBARU

I think he'd like shorter guys, it makes him feel like he can protect you. But if you are taller nothing would change.

Loves to admire your features, preferably at night so you can't see how red his face is. Sometimes he wonders how a man could be so beautiful. If you do catch him stealing a kiss from you, don't say anything or he'll be too embarrassed to do it again.

Subaru doesn't mind making his relationship known, somewhat. After all, you're perfect and he wants people to know you are his. He's too shy to say anything verbally, so hopefully holding hands and quick kisses will be enough.

[spideyyboii]

More Than Enough

||part one||

pairings: steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader

summary: steve rogers always made you feel like you weren’t enough until one day you decided to choose someone who would show you how you deserve to be treated

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, mentions of past emotional abuse, slight angst

word count: 1.9k 

||main masterlist||steve rogers masterlist||bucky barnes masterlist||

Steve Rogers was someone you believed would love you forever but over the years he proved that you would never be enough for him. The two of you had to figure out a way to get along for the sake of your son who Steve was only just building a bond with, three years after he was born. "I just don't understand why he's so closed off from me, but is so open with Bucky." Steve exclaimed jealously laced in his tone "Steve you have to remember Bucky has been there for the both myself and James long before he was even born. He's done a lot for us so he's a familiar figure in James' life, you've only just come into his life so be there for him so he can trust you." Before Steve could respond, your son came out of his playroom and interrupted your discussion, "Sorry mumma, I just couldn't get him to wait." Bucky said sending a wink your way which wasn't missed by Steve. "Bucky said he would take me out for ice cream so you and Mr Rogers can talk. Can we, can we?" He asked, not noticing the way Steve's face dropped. "Of course baby. Go and have fun with Uncle Buck." With that you sent him on his way pressing a gentle kiss upon his forehead.

"So that's it, James is only close with Bucky because the two of you are fucking. I'm gone for a few years and you move onto my best friend like a whore. Don't even try to lie to me. I can see it in your body language." The solidier shouted absolutely furious with what he believed had bene happening whilst he was gone. "Steve you left! Not the other way round I didn't think I'd ever see you again. Bucky was there for me from the moment you left, who do you think was in the delivery room with me whilst our son was being born! You don’t get to come back and be all caring for a month claiming you want me back and that you want to have our family together and then call me a whore when YOUR friend starts flirting with me. Just get out Steve.” Once you were done you were angrier than ever and you knew what needed to happen.

Bucky arrived back a few hours after Steve left, “Hey we’re back, how did yours and Steve’s chat go?” Bucky asked his footsteps faltering when he saw the state you were in, “hey what happened, what did he say to you?” He asked whilst pulling you into a comforting embrace, “He accused me of sleeping with you and called me a whore, Buck I’ve never seen him so angry.” You explained between sobs calming down as you felt the mans hands comforting you. “Doll go upstairs, get into some comfy clothes, I’ll cook dinner tonight and we can forget everything Steve said.” Bucky had never wanted someone more than he wanted you but he understood how you felt about Steve so he was focused on being there for you as a friend. “Buck, this is amazing Steve never cooked for me so thank you.” This act alone caused your heart to flutter.

A Few Months Later:

It had been a while since your last encounter with Steve and you hadn't seen him since the day he blew up at you. His relationship with James had been built; however, his one with Bucky had crumbled. After seeing the outcome of the way he treated you and hearing the things you were accused of, Bucky knew it would be best for him to cut Steve out of his life as well so the two of you could focus on building your relationship and being there for James. The super soldier quickly began showing you how you were more than enough for him. It started almost instantly.

Your First Night Without James:

Bucky knew your agreement with Steve would be difficult especially as you had never been away from your son before. “I just hate that he has to go, Steve doesn’t know that he only likes his sandwiches cut into triangles.” Bucky quickly cut off your rambling and informed you that you needed something nice for what he had planned for you. “Bucky, where are we going? That requires the both of us to be dressed so nicely?” You asked the soldier in confusion, “well my love you needed a distraction so here I am to be your distraction.” 

When the two of you arrived at Bucky’s surprise you were gobsmacked, “Doll, you excited for this?” He asked with a smile knowing you had always wanted to come to this fancy, overpriced restaurant.

Whilst the night progressed, the man kept his focus on you and what you wanted. “Thank you for tonight you can go with that waitress. I know she was sending you signals.” You told the soldier with a sad smile, “what waitress? All my focus has been on you beautiful”  Once again the man showed you that all he needed was you. However, you were still too afraid to admit him and your son were all you needed.

Sam Gets Bucky A Date:

“Barnes you can’t be alone forever. You agree with me right?” Sam asked, hoping he could play on the jealousy you were both feeling in order to get you both to admit your feelings for one another. “Yeah everyone deserves someone who will love them unconditionally. Go on the date Barnes, she may be the one for you.” Your agreement only seemed to annoy both of your friends. “I don’t want some random woman, I want you!” The soldier exclaimed hoping this wouldn’t cause any problems between the both of you and that you would feel the same and finally admit it. “You are enough for me.It’s you that I’m interested in nobody else. I don’t want to go on some stupid date when I could have you.” The man stated with a nervous smile hoping you felt the same so he wouldn’t have to cope with Sam trying to set him up. “Bucky, I've never been enough for anyone. Nobody has ever wanted just me but I do want you as well.” You told the super soldier with a smile.

Your First Date:

Your first date with Bucky had you filled with anxiety, especially now you knew he reciprocated your feelings and hadn’t been with anyone since Steve first abandoned you. Wanda had taken it upon herself to help get you ready for the date as she knew you would try and talk yourself out of going in fear of upsetting Steve. “Wanda, I have strong feelings for Bucky and have for such a long time but I’m scared he’s going to hurt me like Steve has.” You explained to the witch, “You should know by now that Bucky is head over heels for you and has been since the first time you kissed, he wants that American dream with YOU not anyone else, he’s been like a father to your son since the day he was born.” The witch told you hoping she’d be able to calm your nerves. Before dropping you to your date.

Once the two of you arrived at the abandoned field, you were once again in awe of this man and the way he treated you “Buck this is amazing, how did you find the time to set all this up?” Before he explained you were pulled into a loving embrace, “Well darling, for you I’ll always find the time, I’ve already told you I want to be the man who makes you understand you deserve the world and more.” One date quickly became two which then led to an endless stream of dates.

His Vows:

The relationship between yourself and Bucky hadn’t always been easy especially at the start as both of you were terrified of hurting Steve, the day your lover proposed was the second happiest day of your life, nothing would ever beat the birth of James. 

The day of the wedding was another time that the super soldier proved you were more than enough; his vows said it all. “I’m standing here today in front of everyone I care about ready to marry the woman I love. This is something I never believed could happen to me maybe before my time as the Winter Soldier, yes, but I never thought I would be able to find someone who would love me for all my past mistakes, the woman before me loves me for my past, presence and hopefully my future. I’ve spent years trying to show her that she deserves the world and I dedicated my life to proving to her that she deserves to be loved. I love you my darling and yourself and James are all I want in life. I love you my darling and I have since the first time we kissed all those years ago.” The soldiers' words had you close to tears as well as your guests. In all your years with Bucky he had been able to rebuild your confidence and showed you how you deserved to be treated. 

This is something you never thought would be possible. Steve Rogers had made you feel like nobody would ever be able to love you for you and that somebody would always be better than you. However, Bucky Barnes believed the opposite; he thought you deserved better than him and that he would never be enough for you. However, the man was ready to spend the rest of his life loving you.

The Birth Of Your Daughter:

Bucky had been fearful about extending his little family; he believed things with James were different as the young boy still knew his father and only viewed Bucky as an uncle. How the man was wrong James always viewed Bucky like a father which is how you knew your husband was prepared to extend his family. The day you told him you were pregnant was nerve wracking as you feared Bucky would freak. 

“Babe I have something to tell you and I’m hoping it doesn’t cause you to freak out,” The super soldier was instantly on high alert fearful that you would tell him you were leaving him. “I’m pregnant Buck, you're going to be a dad.” Your nerves increased when the man was yet to respond, “Are you serious?” Were the first words out of the man's mouth. “Papa! Muma has a baby in her belly, aren't you excited!” James exclaimed his excitement, hitting Bucky who quickly pulled you both into a loving embrace. “We’re having a baby,'' your husband said with excitement and love filling his heart. 

The next nine months were hard, Buckyhad gone full on overprotective and was barely letting you do anything as he feared you may injure yourself or the baby. Having experienced your first pregnancy and childbirth together the two of you knew what to do but it hadn’t stopped Bucky from worrying. 

“Bucky it’s time!” You shouted when you felt the water in between your legs. The man had everything ready and was quick to get you to the hospital where you gave birth to a gorgeous baby girl who was quick to capture everyone's heart. “Princess, you're going to break a few hearts in your time but nothing is going to break yours. You’ve got a big support system and everyone loves you already. Don’t tell your mumma but I think this little family might not be enough, if she keeps making such beautiful children. I’m afraid I’m going to keep wanting more.” 

Thanks to Bucky Barnes you were able to learn to love yourself again.

[skzvibes]

So difficult.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers

warnings: nudity but not really? idk, let me know if I'm missing something

word count: 1,2K

description: basically you and Hyunjin are best friends and roommates. one night he catches you wearing one of his shirts and... let's just say that his reaction isn't what you were expecting

a/n: wrote this in 2019 and I just felt the need to re-write it. It's pretty different from what it was, hope you enjoy it 💜 Also yes, I was gonna write smut at the end but... idk I just didn't, maybe next time 😂

You sing along to the song you are listening to as you enjoy the last moments of your shower. At the same time, you can hear your roommate Hyunjin in the kitchen. When you arrived home 20 minutes ago, you found him in the kitchen, and he told you that he was cooking dinner tonight with a recipe that Felix gave him. You don't trust him one bit in the kitchen, but you are too tired from your long day to say anything. You basically spent the morning attending your classes and, after that, you went to the library to study for your finals, so you are physically and mentally exhausted. If he sets the kitchen on fire... Well, you'll deal with it later.

You turn off the water and get out of the shower. As you take your towel, you immediately notice that you forgot to bring clean clothes with you. You sigh as you look at the sweaty clothes you took off before taking your shower. There is no way you are putting them on again. You look around and see one of Hyunjin's shirts hanging on the door. Hyunjin hates ironing, so he hangs them in the bathroom once they are clean, and the humidity gets the wrinkles out. Apparently, it is an effective method.

"He's gonna kill me," you mutter to yourself, knowing what will happen if your best friend catches you wearing his clean shirt. However, you decide to take the risk. "He's busy in the kitchen anyway. He won't see me," you convince yourself as you take the shirt and put it on. After that, you gather your things and open the door. You walk to your room as quietly as possible, and you stop when you are next to the living room's door. From there, you can see Hyunjin still in the kitchen, facing away from you. You know you should keep walking, but you can't help staring for a few seconds more.

Hwang Hyunjin, your roommate and best friend, is attractive. You try to deny that reality most of the time, but it's in moments like this when you allow yourself to admire him without feeling guilty. Because falling for your best friend is a bad thing, and you know it can't go well. You never imagined this happening. Before living together, he was just Hyunjin, your best friend. But now? Now you know everything about him. You know what products he likes, what chores he hates doing, at what time he wakes up and goes to sleep, how his morning voice sounds... It's not your fault. It seems like he's doing it on purpose. How are you supposed to react when he's shirtless 90% of the time when you're at home? How are you not supposed to fall for him when he's always asking you to cuddle him and hugging you? Anyone would fall for him, so it's not your fault... Right?

You sigh and decide to keep walking and get to your room before he turns around and sees you. Once you're there, you close the door and go to your wardrobe to take clean clothes so you can get changed but, before you can do it, you hear the door of your room opening again, and you look at it holding your breath. You can't even react before your best friend walks into your room, looking at his phone.

"I give up cooking, is there anything you feel like-" Hyunjin stops talking as soon as he lifts his head and sees you, "or- ordering?" he finishes the question, stuttering. You feel his stare going from your naked legs, up to his shirt, the only thing covering your body, and finally your face.

He doesn't know if waking into your room right now was the best or the worst thing he could have done. It's difficult enough to act like he's not madly in love with his best friend daily, and now he has you half-naked in front of him. And what's covering half of your body is one of his shirts. As he looks at you, he wonders if the universe is testing him. He has always protected your friendship, knowing that what he felt for you could ruin it but, right now, Hyunjin doesn't know if he can do it anymore.

"Okay, listen, it's not what it looks like..." you say, bringing him back to reality.

"Oh, really?" he says, smirking. "Because it looks like you're wearing the clean shirt I hung up in the bathroom this morning." He continues after a pause.

"Fine, maybe it is what it looks like, but..." your voice trails off as you see him approaching you, "but..."

"But?" Hyunjin asks, taking a few steps more so he's right in front of you. He's taller than you, so you need to tilt your head back to look at him in the eyes now.

"I'll wash it for you, I swear. I just forgot to bring clean clothes to the bathroom," you try to excuse yourself, but Hyunjin shakes his head. You look at him, confused.

"I'm not angry about that," he says. "You just make it so difficult."

"What?" You ask, having no idea what he's talking about.

You really think this is about his shirt. He chuckles. How can you be one of the cleverest people he knows and still be so dense sometimes?

"You..." Hyunjin stops himself because he knows he won't be able to go back once he says what's on his mind. Does he want to risk your friendship like this? But he has noticed you looking at him before and, if you were anyone else, he probably would've taken the risk already. And he's tired of being a coward. "You make seeing you only as a friend so difficult." Hyunjin finally admits.

Your eyes widen when you hear him say that. Your mouth opens as you try to say something, but you don't know what, so you close it again and look at him. That doesn't seem to bother Hyunjin. He raises his hand and brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, caressing your cheek gently. You feel like it's your turn to make a move, and since you've never been very good at talking, you cup his face in your hands and kiss his lips briefly.

Hyunjin almost doesn't have time to react but, before you can back away, his fingers slip around the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and he connects your lips again in a long kiss. He places his other hand on your waist as your hands move from his cheeks to his shoulders. You only pull away when you start to feel out of breath.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he whispers against your lips.

"Oh, I'm sure I do because I've probably waited longer," you answer, making him chuckle.

"You know I love proving you wrong, but I'm gonna let that one slide because right now I just wanna kiss you," he admits before leaning over and locking his lips with yours. You gladly kiss him back since, even though you didn't say it, you'd also rather kiss him than talk right now.

[clairecrive]

“Favorite”- Alfie Solomons x Shelbysister!reader [Requested]

A/N: it’s been a minute since I’ve last written Alfie. Hope I didn’t mess it up. hopefully you’ll like it x It was requested by this anon and someone on wattpad.

Warning: some cussing (it’s Alfie so what did you expect)

Word count: 1.5K ish

Tagging: @mollybegger-blog​, @evelynshelby​, @br0ck-eddie​, @shadow-of-wonder​, @fandom--0verdose​, @sopxhiea​, @fuseburner​, @innerpaperexpertcloud​, 

"Fucking Italians," y/n mumbled both angered and brought to close eyes by her thundering headache. Not that it helped but it was più forte di lei, after what those fuckers had put her through, y/n could barely contain her anger. If it wasn't impossible for her to stand without throwing up and probably fainting, she'd be already on her way to give them a piece of her mind.

"Retreat your claws, kitten. It's already been taken care of." A familiar voice spoke from beside her. She didn't need to open her eyes and look to know to whom the voice belonged. It welcomed her every morning and wished her sweet dreams on most nights.

"It's not. My fist hasn't met their faces yet."

His presence comforted and helped in rooting her. There was no point in getting all worked up while she was still in the hospital risking making her headache worse. Y/n knew that but to know and to act accordingly are two different things.

"Well then, that can be arranged, pet. For now, though, you need to rest," he tutted not even trying of hiding his amusement.

Y/n groaned.

"The world must be fucking ending if Alfie Solomons is the wisest in the room," she snickered knowing how prone to anger and action Alfie was.

He merely scoffs and despite not looking at him, y/n knew that he had shot her a mean glance. Indeed, she could only imagine the state she was in but whatever it was, it must not be a pretty sight. And whatever image Alfie had carefully crafted for himself over the ears, y/n knew that he was worried. Probably angry too but given what he said about the Italians, he had already acted on that leaving only worry.

All the more reason to resort to sarcasm then, y/n thought.

However, before any of them could add anything, the door of the room opened. And so did y/n's eyes.

Fuck, was the first thing that crossed her mind when her eyes fell on her brother.

This was not how she'd imagined being reunited with him.

"Mr Solomons," Tommy's tone matched the iciness of his eyes and the imperturbability of his expression.

It was something that y/n had always both admired and hated about him. It was amazing how aloof he was able to come across on any occasion, even though she understood growing up that it was achieved at great expense. However, when in a fight with him, it was greatly unnerving to speak with an unreactive wall of ice. A clench of the jaw was the most you could get out of him.

Y/n had learned how to deal with him and now it didn't bother her anymore, but still. Knowing how much shit she was in, she couldn't help but flinch at his tone. Even if it was directed at Alfie who, for the record, looked completely unbothered by it.

"Mr Shelby," he simply reciprocated the greeting as if he didn't hear the underlying question in Tommy's words. What the hell are you doing here?

"You were the last person I expected to find at my sister's bedside." But Tommy had never been one who shied away from confrontation, didn't lose any time and got right to it.

"Well, life is full of surprises, ain't it?" Topping his head a little further on his head so that he could clearly stare at him, Alfie gave him a smug smirk.

Tommy sat down on the other side of y/n's bed, his eyes never leaving Alfie engaging them in an unwavering contest.

Men.

"You should thank him." She found her voice even though she knew that Alfie didn't need her help and it probably meant for her to be caught in the crossfire. Better than having them shooting glares at each other.

Tommy's eyes snapped to her then, like she wasn't the one he'd come to see.

"You must already know what happened so that means that you're aware of his help." Making the most of his attention on her, she pleaded Alfie's cause.

"What I'm worried about is why he's involved in the first place." Taking a lighter and his pack of cigarette, he lit one.

"Like you don't know, Tommy," y/n snickered, "I know you've sent fucking Isaiah after me like a fucking dog." she huffed deeply annoyed at how his brother thought it was okay to have her controlled like she was a fucking baby. Not that Alfie would have let anything happen to her, anyway. But, above all, she knew how to take care of herself, thank you very much.

His jaw clenched - here it is- but he offered no response. No explanation, no apology. Not that y/n expected him to.

"S'alright Tommy. No need to thank me for protecting my favourite Shelby." Alfie butted in interrupting your siblings glaring. Y/n felt his hand wrap around hers, she didn't know if it was to emphasise his point or to offer her comfort. Either way, she welcomed it intertwining their fingers.

"Wisdom and a compliment both leaving your mouth all in under ten minutes. Fuck, the end of the world is fucking close indeed." Tightening her hold on him, y/n couldn't help but mock him. Not that it was a mystery how Alfie cared for her but he wasn't keen on verbal demonstrations, if it wasn't in the intimacy of a bedroom, so every time he did felt strange. In a good way though. Y/n truly appreciated it but she couldn't pass out on the chance to embarrass him. It was how their relationship was.

"Well, smelling death in the room will do that to ya," Alfie chirped back taking her jab in streak. Told you it was how they worked.

"Nice to know I need to die for you to be nice to me."

"You're not dead though, are ya?" His fed-up tone let on that he was almost regretting that she wasn't but his hold on her hand fooled no one. Well, just her since she was the only one aware of it.

"Still not too sure, to be honest." As holding up her head was proving to be a proving challenge, she rested it back on her pillow. Giving in, she also closed her eyes hoping it'll help.

"If you'd do as you're fucking told then you'd feel better," Alfie scowled.

"Can't you talk to your God or something and ask him to kiss my ouchies away?" She asked while her other hand went up to gently massage her forehead.

"Don't work it like that pet, right?" He somewhat growled at the insinuation no matter how ridiculous it was, "Can help you with that though if you want." And as if someone had flipped a switch, his tone turned suggestive.

"Thought you'd never ask." She smirked peeking at him through her lids.

It was then that Tommy cleared his throat, successfully snapping both of their attention to him.

"This is disgusting."  Disgust evident in his voice but it went unacknowledged by both y/n and Alfie.

"Glad to see you too, Tommy," was y/n's answer to his brother.

"I'm glad you're okay," he said eyes softening in the subtlest way when they landed on y/n. Then he turned to Alfie, " I won't forget this, Mr Solomons. Even though it changes nothing."

"Didn't think it would," Alfie answered while y/n simply rolled her eyes at them.

"I'll leave you to it, then." Pocketing the lighter he had been playing with, Tommy stood up and after lightly nodding at them he went to walk out of the room.

"See you soon, Tommy," Y/n called for him before he was out of the door but she knew that he had heard her.

"See you never," Alfie mumbled under his breath clearly of another opinion. Despite his intentions, y/n had heard him and went to smack him with whatever small energy she had left. Of course, her touch went almost unfelt but Alfie had the decency of feigning hurt.

"So, you know what this means." She spoke again after a while. She never much cared for silence.

"That you're brother's an ass, yeah. Already knew that, dove." Alfie pointed it out, leaning back in his chair, legs widening, his cane resting between them.

"That it's official," she smiled ignoring Alfie's jab at her brother, she looked at him smiling "you've met my family."

"Bloody hell, what did I get myself into." He grumbled hiding his face in his hands. Jokes on him though if he thought she was the difficult one between them.

"Oh shut up, I'm a fucking delight." Shifting around to get more comfortable, she closed her eyes again. It was time to get some rest.

"Yeah, in your sleep maybe." Knowing it to be true, y/n didn't feel the need to say anything, however, if her eyes had been opened she was sure to say anything about the fond smile on Alfie's lips. She secretly loved how much of a sap he really was. Not that she was ever going to tell him, of course.

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

Home, finally

one-shot

pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

description: Andy find comforts in someone when almost the whole world is against him. The bond grows stronger between them.

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: ANGST!! Fluff, Emotional infidelity (??), age gap (not specified) talk of divorce, crying, broken marriage.

a/n: I have worked hard on this one, hope you all like this, do reblog if you enjoy reading this. Any feedback is appreciated. This is my second work so I am not even sure if I am doing an okay job but I somehow got this idea and just wanted to write about it.

i do not own the characters Andy, Jacob and Laurie.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK OR POST IT ANYWHERE.

I made the moodboard and the divider.

The knock on the door brings back Andy to reality, in a way it saves him from his thoughts. “Sir, are you busy?” her voice calms him, he asks her to come in. “Sir, it’s pretty late, maybe you should call it a day?” It is pretty late, how did it slip his mind? Maybe because his mind is a hollow place right now and ironically filled with so many thoughts.

“Right it’s late, I was actually going through these files” he picks up the file closest to him “Those?” she worries about him, she approaches his desk. “Yeah these, i-“ she interrupts him “Sir, that has been solved at least a month ago”. Andy doesn’t know what to say, well it’s not like he needs to say anything, she understands. Even though Y/n has been his assistant just for a year, she has learned a lot about the respectable ADA Andy Barber. Although the recent turn of events have changed everything. With his son, Jacob been accused of murder and the trial going on, Andy is hardly himself. Each passing day he seems to lose himself gradually and everything else. She genuinely cares about his well-being.

After a minute of silence Andy looks at her, “You should have left, it’s pretty late.”

She smiles. Such a warm smile, Andy feels good for a second, that smile seems like sunshine filled with hope, a reassuring smile.

“I wouldn’t be a very good assistant if I would leave when my boss is working so late, right?”

“I am sorry I didn’t even check the time” The truth is he doesn’t want to check the time, he feels like a failure, and going home will just remind him that. Is it his home anymore though? Doesn’t feel like it.

“You should go home now Y/n”

“What about you? It’s pretty late you should go home too.”

“I think I’ll stay here a little longer”

“I- I don’t want to leave you alone”

Andy doesn’t know how to react, recently he has been so stressed, so self-critical that one ounce of kindness and care seems unbelievable to him. But she, she cares for him, besides being a great assistant, she is a kind and supportive human. Andy thought she may leave the job as his assistant, but she didn’t, sometimes her words ring in his mind - ‘everything will be alright’. Sometimes he just re-plays that in his head.

“Alright then” Andy gives a barely there smile, “I’ll wrap up everything and then we can leave together” She nods and goes out of his cabin to wait for him. Andy is about to leave when his phone rings. It’s Laurie.

“Yeah” Andy says. On the other side, Laurie asks about him being late, says she is scared and nervous and Andy is being very irresponsible. “Listen I got caught up” He tries to stay calm. Laurie scoffs saying what can be more important than his son and his trial. “What do you think I am doing huh? All I do is think about Jacob, try to investigate things on my own as much as I can, I constantly worry about him okay? I may not be the best husband but I try my best to be a good father. I am trying everything I can.” He almost yells. Y/n can hear the muffled voice from outside. Before huffing and hanging up the call, Laurie doesn’t fail to mention that he should have been a better father. He bangs his fist loudly on the desk, he cannot take it more, he- “Sir? are you okay?” she comes without knocking, she got scared. Andy stares at her. “Do I- do I look okay? no. Am I okay? no. Does it matter? no.” He says a bit loud, she stands near the door. “Sir, I-I just want to help. I am sorry” and with that Andy tells her to leave, before she could say anything he repeats himself. “Go home Y/n” She nods and leaves his office.

She is standing outside, trying to book a cab, it’s difficult to find one now, it’s pretty late, it’s too dark to walk home alone. She is trying to think of a solution when Andy comes and stands next to her. “You don’t have a car I know, I’ll drop you” she has to take up this offer even though she doesn’t want to trouble him anymore.

The car ride was silent. When they are almost close to Y/n’s house Andy finally breaks the silence, “I am sorry, I am sorry for snapping at you, I shouldn’t have, I know you’re just trying to help, I lost my cool and I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s alright Sir, I understand.” why does she? Why does she understand? When almost everything is going wrong, when he feels so alone, why is there? She shouldn’t have to deal with him and his messed up life. She can get a better job, and a better boss.

“So that’s me” she says, Andy stops the car.

She hesitates to ask the next thing, she shouldn’t overstep but she just can’t see her boss like this, he seems miserable. “Sir, I am very sorry if I am overstepping but um- would you like to come in? Have some tea? Or-“ "Is there something with alcohol?” he looks at her. “I may have a couple of beers. And I have some wine, not something fancy though” Andy says that will work. So there he is at his assistant’s house having a glass of wine. Surprisingly enough it doesn’t feel awkward, in fact the atmosphere is pretty calm.

“I am sorry that I can’t be more helpful sir, I understand you are going through a lot but please have some faith, everything will be alright.” Andy can’t help but be in awe with her right now. “You are doing so much, you have no idea. I cannot thank you enough.”

“Sir please don’t thank me, I am trying to be a good assistant, I understand things are difficult and maybe not a lot of people are in your corner right now but I am. I have faith that things will be better soon. I am here for you.” He can cry any moment now, with his life being a complete mess, with him feeling so alone, Y/n is giving him hope. The moment is interrupted by Laurie’s call. Andy just picks up the call and stays quiet. Y/n can hear all the screaming and yelling from the other side. Andy just listens. “I am sorry but I am not coming back tonight, just give me this night, please.” He hangs up. Y/n doesn’t know what to say. “Don’t worry, I’ll go back to the office and spend the night there.” She cannot let him stay alone, it doesn’t feel right “You should stay here tonight, the only problem is that you will have to sleep on this couch.” Andy too doesn’t want to leave, but he doesn’t want to trouble her. As if she can read his mind, she immediately says “It’s alright, I’d be happy to know that you’re not alone tonight.” It’s true, after a long time he doesn’t feel alone, he isn’t alone tonight.

“I know I am being selfish, I know I should be with my family but I need just one night off you know? I am going crazy and if I go back tonight chances are it’s going to be a yelling competition between me and my wife and that won’t be good for anyone, especially Jacob.” He finishes the rest of the wine. “I am not saying my wife isn’t going through a lot too, but even if it is selfish I just need one night, a little time, I-I-“ he cannot finish his sentence before breaking down into tears. He hides his face with his hands and just keeps on crying. Y/n thinks about rubbing his back and soothing him but hesitates. She shouldn’t but she wants to, she cannot see him like this. She gently, very gently places her hand on his back. He is shaking. She can feel it, she can feel all his pent up emotions and stress slowly being let out with those tears. “Sir, as much as I hate to see you cry, sometimes it helps to let out pent emotions, it’s okay, let it out, I am here” Andy cannot stop crying, her words affecting him. Her hand radiating warmth.

After about two minutes, he looks at her, she gradually removes her hand and places it on the couch beside him, making sure not to touch him, he misses the contact of her hand but doesn’t say anything. He wants to say so many things right now but he doesn’t, just says, “Call me Andy, at least outside work.”

“I just want you to know you’re not being selfish, I am seeing you work hard everyday, trying your best, as you said I am sure your wife is going through a lot too, so is your son but then again so are you. You all need to stay functional too and for that do not let all those thoughts take over you. So recharge your self tonight, get some sleep, you have to fight a little longer unfortunately but I have a strong feeling the results at the end will be good. Just hang in there.”

Andy holds her hand. “Thank you for letting me stay and everything else. I am grateful to have someone as kind as you by my side.” She is about to stand up when she realises he is still holding her hand. As if on cue, he leaves her hand, he didn’t want to, she too misses the contact. How can she? What is she thinking? No, no this is nothing but her calming down her boss who is extremely troubled right now. He should sleep now and so should she. Andy too doesn’t exactly understand what is happening, all he knows is that her presence is calming him. Her presence feels like- feels a lot like home. “Alright then, good night, sleep well.” she stands up, about to leave. “Good night Y/n” Is her name actually that good or is it him saying it that makes it so much better. It’s better not to think about it.

“Thank you” Andy thanks y/n for the coffee. The trial is coming to an end in some days and after a long time things are looking minutely positive for them, with Andy’s dedication and to some extent desperation, and with y/n being there as a reliable assistant, they were able to get some evidence that proved to be helpful. Even though y/n has been his assistant for quite some time, after that night, they have grown closer. Andy who used to keep all his worries to himself, gradually let his guard down in front of y/n. They have become friends. He knows he can rely on her, she knows he is trustworthy. “You’re welcome Sir” she smiles.

“Hey y/n?” she turns back and faces him. “Are you free after work today? I was thinking we could go grab some food at the diner? My treat.” She looks confused. “Is there an occasion Sir? It’s not your birthday I know that.” Andy cannot help but smile.

“No I just wanted to give you a treat, after everything you have done for me. I thought this can be like a small gesture of appreciation.”

“Sir the fact that you thought about this gesture is more than enough, I am sure you’re busy with the trial coming to an end, I wouldn’t want to take up your time.”

“Well I am not busy, and you deserve a little break too, you have been working hard, so let’s go to the diner if you’re free. I know you like milkshakes.”

She smiles, he remembers? She may have said once or twice that she loves milkshakes. “Well I can’t say no to milkshakes, alright then.” Andy nods to that.

“This burger is so good.” Y/n said with food in her mouth. Andy chuckles at that. She is so cute. “I am glad you like it.” she nods and slurps her milkshake. Andy has a constant smile on his face, he is happy to see her so happy with just burgers and milkshakes. Y/n is happy, definitely because of the tasty food but mainly because of this gesture. She won’t admit how much this actually, truly means to her. “So Y/n you’re such a good assistant, you know a lot about me, but look at me I haven’t even tried to get to know you much.” She looks up while slurping her milkshake. “No sir-“ He corrects her about calling him by his name. “Sorry, Andy you do know me, besides I have heard how bosses can be super rude and unpleasant so I think I got pretty lucky with you. You’re kind and nice and sweet. Also hey you do know I like milkshakes.” Andy has that smile plastered on his face which now morphs into a laugh. A laugh, after so many days, she smiles at that, she is seeing him laugh after a long time. “Yes I know that, but what else do you like?” She likes making him smile, not that she would say that. “I like cooking, watching movies. I have very few friends, sometimes we go out, but personally I like staying in more.” Andy nods. The next thing he is about to ask, he isn’t sure whether he should, he doesn’t want to cross a line, but somehow he really wants to know it. “Are you dating someone?” She wasn’t expecting that. “Um no, i haven’t even been on many dates actually, the last time I was supposed to have a date and I got stoop up. I have an ex but i don’t even know if he ever considered me his girlfriend. I-“ she stops midway, realizing she has babbled a lot. “I am sorry to hear that, I mean I am little shocked actually, you are so nice.” she looks at her food, fidgets with it. “Yeah well nice isn’t good enough for guys to like me. Anyway that is something I have stopped thinking about, I don’t think I’ll get anyone.” Andy cannot believe what she just said. She is wonderful, caring, sweet, funny and beautiful. how can she think like that? “You really think that? You’re so wonderful, you’re funny, you’re talented, caring, sweet and b- well you are great! really, I think what you are saying doesn’t make sense, I am sorry that you have encountered some jerks all this while but I am sure you’ll get someone who will love you, cherish you and respect you. Besides, don’t get me wrong, most guys your age are stupid.” She smiles, she doesn’t usually get so many compliments. That last line is true, maybe most guys her age are kinda stupid. Maybe someone older, someone more matured will realize her value? “That’s very kind of you Andy.” She cannot help but look at him. She admires him, a lot. Every time she starts feeling anything other than respect for him she constraints herself immediately. He is married, has a kid, and he is totally out of her league. Granted he has had some troubles recently in his marriage but she hopes everything gets solved so that he can be happy. Y/n really wants Andy to be happy. “Well maybe I am not the best person to give relationship advice, considering how my marriage has fallen apart, but I truly believe you are wonderful and deserve someone great.”

“Andy, don’t say that, with time people can grow apart and the sad part is maybe not either is at fault, it just happens. Life changes everything at times, it changes people, changes feelings. What works for someone may not for someone else. There isn’t any right or wrong relationship advice I believe. Although when people say love is complicated, I disagree with that a bit, I feel love is very simple, we make it complicated.” How is she like this? Andy admires the way she thinks.

“Again you didn’t have to drop me but thanks a lot” She is about to step out of the car when Andy calls her name and she faces him. “Look I know recently I have shared some personal information with you, and obviously we have grown closer, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It’s just I don’t have a lot of people to talk to and you make me feel so comfortable. If you think I am crossing a line do tell me.” She gives him a reassuring smile. “Andy I am glad you can trust me.” That’s all she says. Andy looks at her, maybe he was expecting her to say something more. But she doesn’t. “Y/n i - i think I will get a divorce after the trial ends and when the situation is better. I respect Laurie too much and I know she has gone through a lot and I feel that getting divorced would be better for both of us and for Jacob too. We have fought a lot recently, and I don’t like Jacob seeing that. Plus maybe we all need a fresh start. I love my family but Laurie is now just the mother of my child. I have tried to feel more but I can’t, not anymore.” She doesn’t want to read between lines, doesn’t want to make out some other meaning behind this. She loses her train of thoughts when Andy places his hand on hers. “Y/n if you’re wondering why I am saying all this right now, then I don’t know how to answer that, maybe because I don’t know why I said it.” she is about to say something when Andy cuts her off “Or maybe I do know.” He looks into her eyes. There is so much to ask, so much to say but they choose to sit quietly in the car and look at each other. The atmosphere in the car is gradually changing. “I should go” She says, Andy removes his hand and nods. She steps out.

“Thank you An- Sir for the treat, I had a great time.” He doesn’t correct her this time. He smiles and says “Thank you for spending time with me.”

Y/n cannot stop thinking about that conversation, neither can Andy. Andy is scared he crossed the line. He cannot lose her trust, her respect. He cannot lose Y/n. Maybe he shouldn’t have said all that, maybe it was too much for her. She is not dumb she understands the situation. What does she think though, what does she feel? Andy stares at the ceiling of the guest room and keeps on thinking. It has been months since he is sleeping in the guest room. He picks up his phone, it’s late, he wants to text y/n but he doesn’t want to make things worse. What should he do. Before he can grasp his emotions his phone blinks.

It’s a text. From Y/n.

Y/n: “I am sorry for texting at this hour. I am sorry for stepping out of the car like that without saying much. I am not very smart when it comes to these things but I just want you to know that I respect you very much. I admire your work and dedication and how much you care about others. I have seen you doubt yourself as a father but if my opinion means anything to you then trust me when I say you’re an amazing father. You care a lot about your family. Sir I understand feelings may change but sometimes some relations are worth giving more time. It’s not really my place to say any of this probably but I personally don’t want you to regret something later. You were talking about a fresh start, maybe you all can take a fresh start as a family, together. Again it’s your life and I am no one to say anything. Sometimes things are better the way they are, even if the excitement of ‘what could happen’ or ‘what if’ makes us curious, it can be troublesome. Sorry if this makes you feel bad in anyway, I truly admire you and respect you for the person you are Andy.”

She has sent the message with a lot of courage. The conversation in the car changes a lot of things. It’s not that her heart didn’t skip a beat in the car when Andy said all that. But she respects him too much and doesn’t want him to make any decision that he may regret later. He is married, he has a son, he has a family. Y/n someday wants her own little family and to think that in any way she can anyway stop a family from being happy just breaks her heart. Specially Andy’s. After all his happiness means more to her than her own. After all she- well it’s not like she will admit it. Some things don’t need to be said.

Is it possible that Andy is getting more and more mesmerized by her? She is so pure, so kind. He types back the reply.

Andy: “Y/n, thank you for being so understanding, thank you for taking care of me when no one was there. I know I have thanked you before but I really cannot thank you enough. All I can say is that I am always here for you, if you ever need anything. That being said, the fresh start you are suggesting, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it. I had talked to Laurie too, we think we need a separate fresh start. I am lucky to have met you Y/n, like you said I don’t want to regret something later.”

Her heart seems a little less heavy after reading this. Wait why is she smiling like a teenager? She is blushing. She quickly sends a reply.

Y/n: “I just want you to be happy and I hope you know I am always here for you too.”

Andy: “I know you are and that makes me happy.”

Y/n: “Good night Andy. Sleep well”

Andy: “I will now, good night Y/n”

Andy loves the colour blue. A blue tie would be a great gift for him. Y/n gets a blue tie for his birthday. The Barbers are having a small get together for Andy’s birthday. Joanne, Jacob’s lawyer suggested them to seem as normal as possible, anyway the case seems to be in their favour now and the trial will end in a few days. So they shouldn’t behave like a guilty family. Andy has invited a few friends and colleagues and Y/n is invited too.

“Happy Birthday Sir!” Y/n says as she gives Andy his present. Andy thanks her and welcomes her to his house. With her here it feels a little more like home. She can make any place feel like home. He introduces her. “Jake, this is my assistant Y/n and Y/n I think you have met Laurie before.” They exchange greetings. Laurie is so beautiful. Jacob seems like a great kid. It’s very sad what he had to go through. What they all had to go through.

“Come on Dad, it’s time to cut the cake!!” Jacob ushers Andy over and asks him to blow the candles. Andy does. He wishes for Jacob’s safety and that they win the case. He had another wish but seems like that may have already been granted. He looks up at her, she is there clapping with others, but she is the only one who has been with him in this difficult phase unlike others. He cuts the cake and cuts out a small piece and feeds Jacob. That’s when it happens, Laurie kisses Andy. Andy is taken aback for a second but then he kisses her again. Right that is how married couples behave don’t they? He is still married. Then why are tears forming in Y/n’s eyes? What has she been thinking all this while? This is the reality. Andy is married and seems to have a great wife. She excuses herself and Andy doesn’t fail to notice that. He quickly goes to find her. She is standing in the lawn trying desperately to hold back the tears even though crying because of this seems so wrong.

“Y/n?” she composes herself. “Sorry sir I- I was- I got a call, had to take it, you have a great home by the way.” Andy moves closer to her but she steps back. “This doesn’t feel like a home anymore Y/n. It’s missing the warmth.” She suddenly unexpectedly snaps at him. “Really? Didn’t seem like that just few minutes ago.” Andy keeps quiet. What has she done? It’s wrong. “I am so sorry Sir I-“She gets cut off by Andy. “We are supposed to act like a loving family. Jake’s lawyer thinks that publicly we have to appear as a normal loving family since a troubled family would ruin Jacob’s image even more. There is a belief that troubled families have ill effects on kids. So we are portraying ourselves as a happy married couple but we aren’t. I don’t love her anymore Y/n. I lo-“ She stops Andy from saying anything more. “The lawyer is right. Troubled families do have ill effects on kids. Jacob has already been through a lot. You should give this another shot, Laurie seems wonderful, and she is so beautiful. You all should talk it out. Family is everything Sir, family comes first.” Andy tries to protest but she doesn’t let him. “Sir, sometimes some things just aren’t worth it. I’ll head home, happy birthday again. Goodbye.” she leaves, Andy wants to stop her but he doesn’t, right now things would get more complicated if he did. He wants to scream out, why? Why is this happening? Yes he agrees with her concern about Jacob’s well-being but he and Laurie won’t be able to stay together like a happy married couple for long, it won’t work out and that will probably affect Jacob even more. All of a sudden that ‘goodbye’ hits him. Goodbye? Is it? Did he lose her?

Y/n kept crying for two days even though she felt disgusted with herself for crying because of this. That unfortunately didn’t stop her from crying her heart out. Andy texted her, she hasn’t replied yet. Andy is so tensed he hasn’t heard from Y/n for two days. When a message arrives it shatters Andy’s heart even more. It’s not a text message, it’s an email. Her resignation letter. She says she will clean out her desk after some days. She didn’t fail to wish him luck for the end of the trial though. And finally the day comes, Jacob is proven innocent in front of law. The Barber Family is happy. Jacob hugs Andy and Andy feels good, he has been so stressed about this case, so much has happened during this time, finally all their efforts have been successful.

A series of “congratulations” and “I knew Jacob was innocent” keep on coming to them. Even though most of these people weren’t even beside them during the actual troubled time. Jacob doesn’t want to look back, neither do Andy and Laurie.

Andy receives a text. It’s Y/n “Congratulations, take care” Andy is about to call her when Jacob calls him and asks him they should go out for dinner to celebrate.

It has been two weeks. Y/n is looking for a new job. She didn’t go herself to collect the things from the office, requested a friend to go on her behalf. She too needs a fresh start. She makes her self some coffee and goes through some job openings.

A knock on the door. It’s Andy. “Can I come in please? Please.” She steps away from the door and he comes in. Andy doesn’t wait any time and gives her the paper in his hand. Divorce papers. Signed by both. “Before you say something, Jacob suggested the divorce. I love my son the most and always will, but things are different between me and Laurie. We all sat down together and had a talk and he suggested us getting a divorce before we even said that we were planning to. I was so proud to see how my son has grown so matured. He said he loves us both and he realizes that us staying together won’t make either of us happy and he wants us to be happy.” Y/n couldn’t stop her tears this time. Andy rushes closer to her takes her smaller hands in his. “Look at me please.” She does, still sobbing. “I know you deserve better, but if you give me a chance I promise I will do my best to make you happy. You make me so happy you have no idea. You feel like home Y/n. I love you so much.” She hugs him, she cannot control anymore. “I love you Andy,” Andy wraps her tightly, brings her as close as possible. She pulls apart and he wipes the tears with his thumbs. “I just didn’t want to be the reason to break your marriage. I want you to be happy.” He kisses her forehead. "I know sweetheart, I know. But you didn’t break my marriage, it was already broken, for quite some time, the recent incidents just gave me a chance to realize that. I was broken too, but you fixed me.” She looks up at him. “You make me feel so safe Andy, you feel like home too.”

He kisses her softly on the lips and both of them smile against each other’s lips. They are home, finally.

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Nightmares

A bit of spoilers, as long as your caught up with the anime and have watched season 3 you should be fine.

A BIT OF CONTENT TO THE STORY: Bakugou and Reader aren't really dating yet but are interested in each other. The reader is Izuku's sister so she has known Bakugou since childhood.

First time writing a oneshot. Please enjoy. No stealing my work, please.

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In the middle of the night, my peaceful slumber was interrupted by someone kicking my legs. I whimpered a bit not wanting to get up, but the movement in the bed didn’t stop. Suddenly the person next to me shot up, they started panting trying to catch their breath. My eyes shoot open trying to figure out who was next to me.

I turn my head a bit, spotting a bit of blonde-looking hair in the dark and a well-built body. ‘Katsuki… oh that's right we fell asleep while studying.’ I thought, closing my eyes again, resting back down.

Once Katsuki caught his breath I felt his hand brush my forehead shakingly when a small crackle was heard. ‘His Quirk?’ He shot up from bed and started looking for something in my room.

“Shit, shit, shit, where the fuck is that fuck ass wipe?” He said in a low voice. I sit up spotting the ash-blonde run around my room, looking for the towel he came in with. He grabbed the towel from the table and wiped his hands. He was still cursing under his breath.

“Katsuki?” I say calling out to him.

I stared at his back as he stopped wiping his hands, he looked at his hands then over his shoulder to me. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” He says in a soothing voice. Though it nearly put me to sleep again, something about his voice stopped me.

Opening my eyes that I didn’t realize were close. “Bakugou, tell me what's wrong?” I told him in a tired voice. I swear I saw his body tense up as he looked towards my bedroom door. “Nothings fucking wrong just go back to sleep. I’m going to go back to my room so you’ll have your bed to yourself again. This was a fucking bad idea, so jus-”

“How long?” I asked, I knew he was playing an escape root. Something happened, whatever it was he wanted to hide, and I had a feeling I knew what it was. “What!?!” he asked, turning his head to me.

His red eyes glared sharply at mine, I almost want to hide under the covers instead. “You're having nightmares aren’t you?” I asked him. His body tensed and his face just turned angrier than before.

“I’m not having a fucking nightmare! Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with? A child? I’m not a fucking baby (Y/n) I don’t get fucking-.” He scolded me, but I cut him off. “Everyone has nightmares Katsuki! We all have fears! We’re human, we have flaws, it's a thing that happens all the time!” I say to him, lowering my voice at the end cause it was the middle of the night.

I couldn’t see him clearly but I could tell he was shaking. “I-I don’t- It’s not a nightmare okay. I may be human but I’m not a fucking pathetic weakling.”

I look at him, a sigh falls from my lips. “I…” I started but then paused before continuing. “I have nightmares at times,” I say, admitting my fault. “About the sludge villain, about failing, and about the incidents with the villains. When you were taken away, I had nightmares, I panicked. Am I weak and pathetic because of that?” I asked looking down at the bedsheets, my arms were crossed for comfort.

There was silence before Katsuki answered. “No, you're not,” he says, placing the towel in his hands down onto the chair. I felt his eyes burn into my body, it was silent again. “Then why does it make you?”

I heard him groan as he clenched his fist. “This isn’t about me,” he says sharply. I looked at the sheets not wanting to meet his eyes. “But it is, how am I supposed to be here and support you if you won’t tell me what's going on with you. Katsuki I can't be by your side like you want and just not know a thing. I need you to tell me.” I say my eyes started to water. I tried my best to hold it back.

His body started to shake. “I’m fucking fine, I don’t need you to get in my goddamn business!” In anger rose my voice letting it all out. “Then what am I here for? Just to have around? To sit there, look pretty, smile, and act like it's okay? Because if that's what I’m supposed to do then I want no part of this.” Tears ran down my face and my voice cracked at the end a lot. I tried to stop myself from crying, but it was proving to be difficult. Why wouldn't he just talk to me?

I heard the floor creak as I tried to wipe my tears. I was pulled into a hug by strong arms, one around my waist and the other on my head. I continued to cry as Katsuki held me. “What do you want from me? What am I supposed to be to you?” I asked him in tears.

He lifted my head up cupping it with both hands, his thumbs wiping and tears. He leaned forwards and kissed my forehead. Before putting his forehead on top of mine. His red ruby eyes gazed into mine as I held tightly to his t-shirt.

“Be my everything.”

It was all he had to say to make me crumble at his touch, he pulled me closer onto his lap. One arm around my waist as the other was on my face. I held that hand there, kissing onto it then rubbing my face onto it, falling in love with the warmth it created. His thumb rubbed circles again on my cheek.

“Be my fucking everything, the damsel I have to fucking rescue, my hero to fucking recuse me.” I laughed when he said that, but he just continues. “Correct me when I’m wrong, cheer me on when I’m fucking right. Help me when I’m about to give up, be there for me when I don’t. Put up with me when I’m a jerk, and let me put up with you when you're stubborn. Make me laugh, share moments like this with me. Tell me it's okay to be scared when I am… like I am right now.”

My eyes widened as he admitted his secret to me. I let go of his hand and cupped his face to see his eyes better. The ruby eyes showed me no lies, it showed me that yes indeed he was scared, but this time willing to share. A sigh fell from his lips as he closed his eyes for a brief moment to push his pride away before meeting my eyes again.

“Yes, I had a nightmare about the sludge villain. I couldn’t breathe and he was holding me back from getting to you. The fire fuck dude had you, he was burning you until you were in pain and that blonde bitch was stabbing you. And the other fucking hand guy just kept saying ‘should have joined us when you fucking had the chance. How can you be a hero if you can’t save yourself or her?’” He started to shake again, terrified of reliving his dream.

“Katsu.” I say grabbing his hand that had fallen to my shoulders before placing it over my heart. “I’m right here, Katsu. I won’t leave if I don’t have to. I know you’ll protect me.” But he pulled his hand away from me, tears gathered in his eyes. “But what if I can’t? What then?” he asked me, looking at me through his tears.

“Your human Katsu, you can’t always save everyone. You won’t always save everyone, but you will always be number one in my heart. It doesn’t matter anyway, what matters is right now. You and me being together right now, is all that matters.” I say with a smile. I knew I couldn’t tell him a lie. He was too smart and he knew the truth. I just had to remind him of the present moment.

Tears fell from his eyes as he just nodded then bared his head into my neck. I felt tears land on my neck as I rub his back and my fingers get lost in his soft fluffy hair. I felt us start to lean back then we fell onto the bed. “Ah Baku, my bed,” I say worried about him accidentally breaking it.

“Shut up and go the fuck to sleep.” I smile as I play with his hair, he wasn’t leaving me tonight, and all was better now. I slowly fell to sleep when I felt Katsu lift his head and kiss my cheek.

“(Y/n)?” he called out to me. “Yes?” I asked him. “What am I to you?” he asked me. Being tired and in the middle of sleep, I answer back.

“My jerky, cussing, childhood friend, that I had a crush on, that I also hated for nearly all my life. Now I’m waiting for you to ask me to be your girlfriend. To sum up everything, my crappy everything. Now go to sleep.” I say, it came out drowsy and tried but he got his answer. He smiled ear to ear, feeling high and mighty. He didn’t even care about the other half of the answer. He was your crappy everything.

“So that means you love me right?”

“Yes,” you answer without a second thought.

“I’m the fucking best?”

“Yes.” He smiles and basically screams/celebrates in his head.

“Am I better than Deku?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

“.....”

He glared at your silent form, he noticed that you were asleep. He blushes as he realizes that 1. You're cute when you're asleep, 2. You were in his arms and 3. You still didn’t answer the question. He nudged his nose on your face not wanting to unwrap his arms. You groan a bit but open your eyes slightly.

“Am I better than Deku?” He asked again, wanting an answer from you.

“Yes.” He cheered in his head. “But only by a bit…. and I’m better than both of you.”..... Wait, what? But before he could correct you, you were back to sleep. This time he didn’t bother you and closed his eyes pulling you in closer.

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Izuku then walked up to your door early in the morning to ask you if you wanted to run some laps before starting today. Only find your door wide open with Kirishima and Ochaco standing there with their phones.

“Um… what are you two doing in my sister's room?” they both turn around. Ochaco blushed but before she could answer Kirishima got to it first. “See for yourself.” Izuku stepped into the room more, he stopped once he saw Katsuki and you. He paused for a moment to take what was in front of him.

At first, Kirishima thought that maybe his bro didn’t have Izuku’s approval, Ochaco was praying that Izuku would let you date Katsuki because she really shipped you and him. But then Izuku pulled out his phone and took some pictures before walking towards the door pushing the other two out.

“Um... Izuku, Katsuki didn’t do anything wrong I swear. Both of their clothes are still on and Bakugou wouldn’t touch her in her sleep. That isn’t manly.” Kirishima said worried as they were being pushed out so Izuku could yell at them. Ochaco looked at Izuku clearly confused as well. “Deku-kun?”

Izuku finishes pushing them out then closes the door keeping all three of them out. He just smiles at them. “Let’s give them time. I'll come back and check on them after my morning jog. They both should be up by then.” He says walking towards the elevator. Ochaco looked at him. “But Deku-kun, what about the pictures you took?” she asked.

“Oh those, I’m sending them to mom and saving them to put them in the (ship name) memory book.” He smiles as he gets into the elevator, he looks at them. “Would you like to see the pictures I collected so far?” Kirishima nodded and followed Izuku while Ochaco was amazed. Izuku was completely okay with this.

“Wait? How long have you been shipping them?” There was silence between them before Izuku pressed the close door button. “Not that long. Maybe since kindergarten?” he answers as the doors close.

“What? Izuku!?!”