#you guys should give me suggestions. I want to feel cool and sexy and dangerous and preferably not completely ruin my life

[girlscience]

feel like I need to add a little intrigue, a little spice, a little danger to my life. I need to pick a vice.

[moonlitluka]

Let’s get you home

Chad takes you home after a Halloween party | Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader | TW creepy frat guy

I can’t believe the twins dragged me here. Mindy is hanging with Anika and Chad completely ditched me. So my options are either be a third wheel, try to track down Chad in a house of frat boys, or just wait for my ride to find me and take me home.

So here I sit. All alone on my favorite holiday at a party I didn’t want to come to in the first place. If Chad wasn’t so persistent I wouldn’t have come at all. But the thing about Chad is if he wants something he gets it.

“Hey baby, need a drink?” I felt someone sit next to me. I turned to see a frat boy dressed in a football jersey. I looked him up and down in confusion.

“Uh no thanks.” I said politely hoping that would be the end of it. Of course it wasn’t.

“Oh cmon, what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” His hand wrapped around my shoulder. I shrugged it off quickly. I don’t like the way this is headed.

“I’m not here alone. My friends brought me.” I said my patience running thin. “Yeah? Where are they?” He said cockily.

Anika’s pov

I saw a boy stumble over to where Y/N had wandered off to. I kept my eyes peeled just in case.

I saw him sit down next to her and then put his arm around her. Okay not cool. She didn’t seem like she was into it.

“Mindy,” I said to my girlfriend before pointing out the scene to her. She just scoffed. “Frat boys are the worst” she said rolling her eyes. “Should we go get her?” I asked.

“Y/N can handle herself, if things escalate then yes we will go over there. Just give her a chance to handle it.” Mindy suggested. She was right Y/N was a strong girl. And if she needed us we were right here looking out for her.

Y/N’s pov

“You look really sexy in your costume y’know.” He said smirking and moving his hand to my thigh. I felt my heart start racing. This is the part where things go bad. Suddenly I was regretting wearing this skirt.

“Listen, thanks for the compliments but I’m not interested.” I said firmly. ‘Please go away.’ Was all I could think.

His hand snaked it’s way up my thigh getting dangerously high. “I know you want this baby. Let’s go upstairs, yeah?”

Anika’s pov

Yeah okay this guy wasn’t backing off. “Mindy we should do something.” I reasoned. She agreed but suggested we get Chad to handle it. She was right it would be safer for everyone if we got a man to tell him to back off. He probably wouldn’t listen to us.

I saw Ethan’s cardboard helmet when I turned a corner and there Chad was right next to him. “Hey big guy, we need you.” I said grabbing Chad’s arm. He nodded at Ethan as a goodbye and followed me.

“What’s going on?” He asked as we walked. “Some creep is all over Y/N and won’t back off” I explained. I turned to him and saw rage take over his features. I’d never seen him so angry.

“Could you just go get her? I don’t want something to happen.” I said. “I won’t let anything happen to her Anika. Thanks for coming to get me.” He said. I smiled before pointing out Y/N in the crowd.

Chad’s pov

This dude was really touching her. She was clearly uncomfortable and he just ignored her? What’s wrong with people?

“Y/N!” I called out as I walked over there. I saw her turn to me and she looked relieved. It broke my heart that she was put into a situation like this. No one should feel like this.

Y/N’s pov

‘Thank god’ was the first thought I had when I saw Chad come over to us. I pushed this guys hand off my leg forcefully before holding eye contact with Chad.

“Is everything okay? I was looking for you.” He said giving the guy a nasty look. If looks could kill. “Uh yeah I was just waiting for you. Let’s go.” I said trying to stand up.

I felt a hand grab my wrist pulling me back down. This dude does not give up does he. “Oh cmon baby stay. I won’t ditch you like this guy did.” He nodded at Chad.

I saw Chad clench his fist. “Dude she’s not interested, let her go.” I could tell he was holding back his anger. I didn’t know what to do. I don’t want a fight to break out but this dude won’t let go of me.

“Please let me go.” I whispered quietly avoiding eye contact. That was all it took for Chad to grab the dudes wrist.

“Get your fucking hands off her.” He pulled him off me and threw him against the wall. The guy pushed Chads chest.

I grabbed Chads arm before things could escalate anymore. “Chad stop! It’s fine let’s just go.” I whispered. He hesitated.

I could tell he wanted to sock that guy but he restrained himself. “Come on.” He said walking away.

We went outside to get some fresh air. “Are you okay?” He asked. I could tell he genuinely wanted to check on me. It made me smile.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks for saving me Superman” I said jokingly. He blushed at the nickname. I hugged him. He really didn’t have to do all that for me. He was literally willing to get into a fight just to protect me.

He hugged me back and I heard him chuckle quietly. “Come on let’s get you home.” He said wrapping his arm around me as he began walking to my apartment.

Time skip

We finally made it to my door. He hadn’t taken his arm off my shoulder the whole way home.

“Thanks for walking me home Chad.” I said standing in front of him. “Anytime.”

I leaned up and kissed his cheek. I lingered for a second before pulling away. “I think the fightings done for tonight. You can go back to your dorm.” I joked. “Bummer, I was kinda looking forward to getting a punch in.” He laughed while squaring up.

“Do you maybe wanna come inside?” I offered. “I mean Sam’s at work and Quinn is out with her new boy toy.” I trailed off. “Uh yeah I’d love to”

Let’s just say this night ended way better than I thought it would.

[sunasthetic]

cause i'm so into you

summary: you had been playing this game of cat and mouse with eren for a few weeks now, and you were tired of waiting for him to make a move. so, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

eren jaeger x fem!reader college au! cw: suggestive; cursing wc: 1.6k note: yes, i am a whore for season 4 eren

you found yourself lost in the crowd at the random frat party your friend dragged you to. honestly, you wouldn't have gone if she hadn't told you Eren would be there. your interest was piqued, and you ended up going with her.

what you had with Eren was confusing. it was a game of cat and mouse, to see who would break first. to see who would cave and make the first move. running out of patience, you decided to make a plan that would, hopefully, get Eren to make a move.

this 'plan' of yours was just making him jealous. it was an open fact that Eren was a possessive man, not taking kindly to others taking what is his. the whole plan rested on whether he cared enough to want to make you his. that’s why you grabbed the hand of a random drunk guy - Jean Kirstein, who you knew Eren hated - and took him to the dance floor. ariana grande filtered in through the speakers, prompting you to pull Jean closer, him taking the hint and running his hands all over you. you turned your body and pushed your ass against his front, grinding on him. you enjoyed the attention Jean was giving you, but you enjoyed the smoldering feeling of Eren’s eyes on you more.

you looked up and locked eyes with him. he was leaning against the wall, in that sexy leather jacket of his and his hair tied up messily. you maintained eye contact as you threw your head back on Jean’s shoulder, savouring his lips that were moving up and down your neck. you looked at Eren through lidded eyes, smirking at the anger simmering in his eyes. it was only a matter of time before Eren left his corner.

just as you thought that, you saw Eren walking through the crowd towards you. he stopped in front of you, only to glare at Jean with an icy look in his eyes. “Eren. come to ruin my fun, have you?” Jean asked him, with an annoyed tone. Eren scoffed, “you’re delusional if you think she’d ever give you the time of day”, his hand enclosed around your wrist, tugging you towards him, “let’s go y/n.” Jean caught hold of your other wrist, exclaiming “hey dude, you’re interrupting us”.

“really? cause it seems like she has no objection”. with one last final smirk, Eren brought you to a corner of the house, sheltered enough that no one could hear you both. his hand shifted to you waist, and he leaned dangerously close to you as he whispered in your ear, “didn’t know you were so desperate for my attention, love. should i be flattered? or offended that you tried to replace me with him?” you stared at Eren defiantly, “maybe i just wanted to have some fun. what’s wrong with that?”. he chuckled, as if amused with your pathetic excuse. his other hand trailed up your arm to your neck and traced over the areas Jean had placed his lips on. “what a shame that your beautiful skin was defiled by him. doesn’t matter though, i’m gonna change that”.

before you could question him, Eren guided you to the door of the house you were at. you frantically searched the crowd for your friend. “don’t worry love, your friend knows where you are.” with one final look at the crowd, you followed Eren out into the cool night air. the breeze made you shiver, and noticing this, Eren shrugged off his jacket. wordlessly, he handed it to you, motioning for you to put it on. you shook your head, “Eren, i can’t use your jacket.” “trust me, you’ll need it. also, we’re going back to my place. that okay with you?” “yeah, sure, wait, why do i need the jacket?” Eren said nothing, continuing on to wherever he was going. you followed him, since you didn’t really have any choice.

Eren stopped, and one look at why made you understand why you needed the jacket. parked there, in all its expensive glory, was one of the sexiest yet scary motorcycles you’ve ever seen, the ones with the raised backseat. the keys dangling from Eren’s hand told you that this was your ride home. Eren mounted the bike and started it. “scared, love?”. you were mostly fascinated by the bike, that’s why you didn’t reply. snapping out of your thoughts, you nodded your head. “a little. i’ve never been on this type of bike.” you say, as Eren helps you get on. “you’ll be safe. hold on to me if you need to.”

you snaked your arms around his waist, burying your face into his back. the warmth of his body along with the scent that engulfed his jacket was overwhelming, and you found yourself thanking whoever created the cologne Eren uses, because they sure as hell did god’s work. revving the bike, Eren took off, gradually increasing his speed till you were sure you were breaking speed limits. thankfully, it was late and no one was on the road.

finally, after what felt like ages but was really just a few minutes, the bike came to a stop outside an apartment building. Eren got off the bike before lifting you off and placing you on the ground. he took your hand in his before pulling the two of you into the building and into the elevator. he could barely keep his hands off you, fingers digging into your waist. you were no better, as it took everything in you to not run your fingers through his hair and tug him closer to you.

the two of you stumbled into his apartment, and you could barely take off your shoes before Eren had you pressed up against the wall. “you have no fucking idea how long i’ve waited for this.” he murmured. “why didn’t you do anything earlier then?” you shot back. Eren pulled away from you, surprised by your fiery tone. he sighed, before saying, “i wasn’t sure. i wasn’t sure if you wanted me the same way i want you.” “Eren. look at me.” you said. he looked into your eyes, beautiful green eyes meeting your own. “you think that little stunt i pulled today was just for show? i wanted to know if you wanted me as much as i want you. i cannot stand Jean otherwise. - Eren’s jaw cleanched at the mention of his name - it was just to give you a push, or help me figure out what you wanted.”

“you’re all i’ve ever wanted, y/n. you’ve occupied my thoughts since the day we first met and i want nothing more than to kiss you, love.” the raw emotion in his voice spread warmth throughout your body, and with a shaky breath, you replied, “then do it. kiss me, Eren Jaeger”. warm lips enveloped yours. Eren kissed with an air of urgency lined with need and lust, almost like he would die if he had to stop kissing you. you responded with the same fervour, pouring all the pent up emotions of the past weeks into the kiss.

almost effortlessly, Eren picked you up and took you to his room, never breaking the kiss. he sat on the bed, positioning you on his lap. he shifted his attention from your lips to your neck, trailing bruising kisses all over. “god, you’re so fucking addictive.” he whispered, before creating a dark mark right above your collarbone, the same place Jean kissed you. he tugged your shirt, and taking the hint, you pulled it over your head. Eren’s eyes focused on your chest, on the lace lingerie you were wearing. “fuck. did you plan for this, love?” he asked, entranced by the way the bra hugged your breasts. “Ren, your shirt, take it off.” you begged. you ached to feel the expanse of his body with nothing stopping it, and Eren complied. with one swift movement, his shirt was taken off and thrown to the side. you ran your hands all over his shoulders, before moving to his chest. Eren wasn’t jacked, but lean and muscular. he had a swimmer’s body, streamlined with firm muscles and well-defined abs.

desire overtook you, and you dipped your head to his neck and shoulders, tracing it with your lips. trying to remember every crevice of his body. you pushed him down, flat on his back, and continued your work, moving down to his chest and abs. you kissed along his v-line, finally reaching the obstructive material that stopped you from seeing what you wanted to. before you could do anything, Eren pulled you back up and captured your lips in another kiss.

“not now, love. i don’t want to rush this. when we finally do it, it will be fucking amazing, i promise you that. let’s take things slow for now.” you nodded, too distracted by his hands that set your skin on fire with every touch. you didn’t realise ‘slow’ for Eren meant very sensual make-out sessions, but you weren’t complaining. you tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging on it and making him groan into the kiss with ecstasy.

when the evening started, you weren’t sure how you wanted it to end. but with Eren’s god-given lips worshipping you, you decided that there was no better end to the evening.

[byunbaekby]

title: haven’t been caught pairing: badboy!haechan x goodgirl!reader word count: 1.7k genres: fluff, established relationship au, high school au, secret relationship warnings: mentions of weed, suggestiveness, one cuss word, not proofread additional: based on the song “good girls” by 5 seconds of summer. also, big thanks to @florence-cvrt​ for all their help <3

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She's good at school, she's never truant She can speak French, I think she's fluent.

“Lee Donghyuck, if you don’t get your hand off my thigh right this instant, I will tell Mr. Qian to fail you.”

You bring a light slap down on his hand, which is threatening to slide up your skirt. Your boyfriend’s hand immediately leaves your leg, innocently tucking it back into his lap. When you turn to him, his pretty lips are spread into a fake virtuous smile and his long hair barely covers his entertained sparkling eyes. Still, he complains, “Wait until I tell the student body that their vice president is actually violent and manipulative.” 

He tsk’s as you show no reaction, instead flipping through the pages of the French textbook. “What would you tell them?” 

Donghyuck leans back in his desk chair where the two of you reside in an empty classroom, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket before running a hand through his hair. “That even though you walk around school smiling at everyone and kissing teachers’ asses, you love hitting your boyfriend and threatening him.”

“You, my boyfriend?” You laugh at him, eyes never leaving the book. “They’d never believe you.”

You’re right, because the school has no idea that you, the It Girl and vice president of the student body council, are dating Lee Donghyuck, the guy who smokes weed behind the school and always skips class for no important reason other than to entertain himself. How you even started dating is another story, but now your relationship is on the infinite downlow.

“You’re right,” he relents, but he’s obviously not given up yet as he leans closer to you. You try not to get swayed by the sudden infiltration of his scent, and continue scanning the pages of the French book. “They won’t. But it wouldn’t be a surprise. I mean, we’d be the hottest couple ever. So, maybe I should put a nice big hickey, right there on your pretty neck. Maybe then they’ll believe you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be,” teases your boyfriend, his voice dipping lower into dangerous territory. 

You roll your eyes. “Sure,” you respond sarcastically.

“If you say so.”

Before you know it, your boyfriend has leaned in to kiss you, lips inches away from yours. When you realize what he’s up to you put a hand up, so his lips meet your palm instead of their intended destination. “No.”

A whine leaves him, a stark juxtaposition from his dark appearance. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not appropriate.”

“Not appropriate?” he questions, crossing his leather covered arms across his chest. “You’re my girlfriend.”

A shake of your head tells him no, along with a teasing smirk upon your lips. “Not right now. Right now, I’m your French tutor. Now pay attention,” you tell him, gaze skimming the textbook page. 

“Fine,” he scoffs, leaning back in his chair. 

“Je suis allé au café et j'ai pris une tasse de café. Translate that for me.”

“That means,” he starts, rolling his neck back to stretch it out, looking less than interested in the lesson. “My boyfriend is so sexy and I wish he would kiss me right now.”

Your eyes narrow, and you shake your head. He speaks up again. “I was kidding, actually it means, Donghyuck, I love when you wear your leather jacket, it makes you look so sexy.” 

You lean forward, capturing your head in your hands in frustration. He just laughs. “Tu es une telle honte, pourquoi je sors avec toi,” you sigh out, exasperated. 

“Oh,” he hums, leaning forward to hold your hands instead. “Maybe that one means, My girlfriend is so beautiful and smart?” You look up at him, raising an eyebrow at his sudden attempt to appeal to you. “Because you are.”

You roll your eyes, a smile spreading over your lips. “Actually I was calling you a disgrace and wondering why I’m even dating you.”

“Not surprised,” he chuckles softly, but immediately closes the French textbook on the desk before the two of you. “Come on, you know I’m not good at this school thing. Mr. Qian already knew that when he asked you to tutor me. How about,” he tilts his head at you, about to put up an offer. “We ditch this tutoring session and go get some ice cream? On me.”

A purse of your lips tells him you’re considering it, and he adds, “If anything, I’m just studying more by being with a beautiful lady who speaks fluent French.” 

You chuckle, leaning forward with pursed lips. “Je t'aime.”

“That one I know,” he smiles as he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. “Love you too. Now let’s go,” he says, standing and pulling you along by the hand. 

'Cause every night she studies hard in her room At least that's what her parents assume But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend.

Carefully you climb down the side of the house, trying your best not to make any noise against the wall but also trying not to fall to your death. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as both your feet touch the solid ground.

“Going somewhere?”

Immediately you jump, eyes widened as you turn to meet the owner of the voice. “Donghyuck!” You hiss, voice still low. “I thought you were my dad!”

“Well, you can call me daddy too,” your boyfriend says as he approaches you to press a kiss on your cheek. The tip of his light chin stubble brushes on your skin as he does so. 

“Don’t even joke about that,” you roll your eyes, allowing him to slide an arm over your shoulder and walk you down the street to where he parked his car out of view from your house. “So, where are we going?” “A friend’s party. His name is Mark.”

A cautious eyebrow is raised by you. “Will anyone from school be there?”

He shakes his head in response, knowing you can’t be spotted together especially with you under his arm at a college party of course. You’ve got to protect your precious reputation. “Nah, he’s in college. There’s no way he’d let high schoolers in.”

“We’re high schoolers, silly.”

“Well, yeah,” he shrugs before turning and grinning sinfully at you. “But we’re cool.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” you tease as he releases you and unlocks his car.

She may be clever but she just acts too square 'Cause in the back of the room where nobody looks She'll be with her boyfriend, she's not reading books.

As you slide up onto your tiptoes, the feeling of your boyfriend pressing against you is much too present and you scoff. “Can you stop being a horndog and get this book for me?”

“Darling,” he chastises, reaching up to grab it easily above you. “That’s what I was doing.”

As he hands the book to you, you roll your eyes. “Sure, like you weren’t trying to rub up on me.” 

“Not at all,” responds Donghyuck, dark eyes glinting with mischief. You leave him behind as you turn into the next aisle, searching carefully for the next book you were looking for. As you get deeper into the library shelves, the light gets further away and the tall shelves begin to cast a shadow upon your hidden figures. “Why do you even wear your uniform, anyways? You know it’s not required by the school.” 

“Yeah,” you respond matter-of-factly. “But as the vice president I should adhere to the suggestions set by the administration. Clearly you don’t care,” you say, glancing over his usual outfit of ripped jeans (which definitely didn’t fit normal dress code anyways) and his trademark leather jacket over a white Adidas shirt. 

“Okay, but your president Huang Renjun is a lame virgin with a stick up his ass and even he doesn’t wear his uniform everyday,” retorts your boyfriend.

“More reason why I should have been president instead,” you respond, scanning over the back of a book sounding not at all petty.

“That’s because at the time, you were more focused on becoming my girlfriend than campaigning, you minx,” Donghyuck teases as you slide the book back into its place, unsatisfied with its synopsis. When you don’t respond, instead turning into yet another aisle, he follows you, fingers tugging slightly at your skirt. “That’s okay, I like the skirt anyways,” he says, his famous smirk over his lips as your mouth gapes and a flustered warmth slides up to your cheeks. “S’cute.”

She said to me, forget what you thought 'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Donghyuck already starts as he approaches you in the front of the school, already losing his bad boy personality in the fear that you’d be upset at him. “I’m so sorry.”

The two of you had been caught making out in the bleachers by a few members of the football team after school yesterday. Okay, perhaps it wasn’t the most discreet of places but you swore they’d announced over the intercom that football practice was cancelled for the day! Unluckily, it seemed a few players still wanted to get some practice in. 

Surely, rumors flew in less than twenty-four hours. Y/N, with Donghyuck? No way. Impossible.

Yeah, that was what you thought too, until it happened. You fell for him, for all his rough edges and playful teasing. He doesn’t deserve to be hidden. 

The smile you give him must throw him off, because he blinks. He’s probably forgotten his pre-made apology; he knows how important your reputation is to him. In his silence, you speak up.

“I don’t want to hide anymore. Let’s,” you propose as you interlace your hands, surely feeling eyes on you already. “Show them what a hot couple looks like.” 

He blinks, eyes flying to your hands and it’s probably the first time you’ve seen the snarky Donghyuck speechless. He recovers smoothly, smirking and nodding. “Okay. Let’s blow them away.” 

“But if you fail your French test in third period, I will break up with you.”

A boisterous laugh leaves his lips as he kicks open the doors to the school hallway. “Noted.”

Before the two of you enter the hallway to expose your unlikely clandestine romance to everyone, you lean up and whisper in his ear. “Je t'aime.”

“I know what that means,” he smirks as he presses a proud kiss onto your temple, and takes a step inside. 

[sibsteria]

still the same to me [harry hart]

prompts: ''it was you the whole time'', ''I'm not going anywhere'', ''people are staring'', ''first second I saw you, I couldn't get over how beautiful you were''

summary: on a mission, you have to seduce your target into a secluded room, Harry doesn't like this but has to go along with it

a/n: I refuse to write about Merlin's death unless it's for angst, so in my mind, he's alive and well.

''Y/n, your mark is approaching, I hope you have prepared an opening line.'' Merlin's thick accent funnelled into my ear via comm.

''Well shall I thank my slag of a date for our crossed paths or yours?'' I smiled at him, trying to convey a sultry vibe.

''I should be urged to say both?'' He raised an eyebrow, ordering a malt whiskey, classic and boring.

''And for you miss?'' He wants to buy me a drink, cute, unlike what he did a month ago.

''A martini, gin not vodka, obviously. Stirred for ten seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of vermouth. Thank you.'' I winked at the bartender, crossing my legs slowly and seductively.

''So, what has you down, pretty lady?'' I could gag at his flimsy attempt at flirting.

''Date gone bad, I had arranged a meeting with an estranged ex and well, you can take a guess.'' I sighed, bringing my head into my hands, all part of the plan.

''Well, he did you wrong honey, not at men can be proper gentlemen.'' If only I could see my Harry's face as he proposed himself as a gentlemen, I could hear the steam rolling off him.

''Yes well, like you say, not all men. So what brings you here?'' I was curious as to the excuse he would pull.

''Ah, same as you my dear-'' I heard a slight kerfuffle in my comm, must be Harry, ''broken heart.'' I gave him a 'smile of empathy' ha, please.

I almost infringed my cover as I heard Harry from my ear piece ''What a fucking disgrace.'' Damn.

''Well I suggest we right how we've been wronged, you see that back stock room over there? Empty. What do you say?'' His hand slid up my thigh, if only my skin was made of cyanide.

I had to stop my eye from twitching as I answered him, ''Sure, see you there in five.'' I winked to cover a twitch, hopefully he didn't suspect anything.

''You hear that Galahad? Take the back exit, there's some stacked boxes on your right as you enter. Y/n be sure to make some noise on my command so Harry can slip inside.'' I heard Merlin inform Harry, he mumbled something along the lines of 'he'd better not try to slip inside her' before Merlin told me he was on his way.

''I'll be surprised if the guy will still be able to walk after this.'' Merlin sighed, a jealous Harry Hart is a dangerous sight.

I took a deep breath before turning the knob to which the patron of disgust stood. He hummed as he took me by the waist, edging me towards the wall. I felt him kiss up my neck, I pray to god that Merlin signals soon.

By the time he reached my jaw I heard him, ''Y/n, noise, now.'' I did what I knew to do. Flipping us over I slammed him against the wall, kicking over some boxes in the process, I really hope Harry got in.

''Wow, a girl who knows what she wants, sexy.'' I could throw up right now.

The plan was to stay silent and take him down, apparently Harry didn't get the memo.

''You're a fucking disgrace you know that?'' Harry shot up from the darkness.

''Harry, oh no, no no.'' I heard my ear piece.

''Who are you? Some perv? Wanna watch, I'm sure she won't mind.'' I headbutted him with all the strength I had before turning him round pinning him against the wall. His face slammed against the wall, I pulled his arm around to his back, feeling a crack. I've broken his arm, good.

''You fucking crazy bitch!-'' I cut him off.

''Oh shut up.'' Before reaching for my garter pulling out my small handgun, I slam his head with the butt of the weapon, this didn't bring him down.

''I think it's about time I teach you some manners, young man. Especially on how to treat a lady.''

You can guess what happens next.

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''Harry, I admire you for defending me but-'' I tried to reason with him.

''No buts, I'm happy I did what I did.'' He spat, ''Fucking deserved it. You didn't enjoy it did you? Being tossed around like bread dough?'' He narrows his eyes at me.

I look at him, heartbroken, ''How could you say that Harry Hart?! I fucking love you, not anyone else. Even when I first started here, it was always you, it was you the whole time. How dare you say nor even think that? We're done here, people are staring.'' I mumbled in a rage, storming off, I need to cool down.

''Shit.'' I heard Harry say. Yes, shit indeed.

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He entered our shared room at the new compound later that evening.

''I hope you're not done with me, after all this time.'' I heard a solemn voice from the doorway.

''Done with you? Never. Mad at you? Extremely.'' I looed at him with sadness in my eyes.

''You know, the first second I saw you, I couldn't get over how beautiful you were. A strong, smart agent who knows what's best for her? Of course I fell for you.'' It wasn't my plan to give into his charm so quickly but I couldn't help it.

''Just so you know, Mr. Hart? I'm not going anywhere, you're not getting rid of me, ever.'' I told him, approaching a sentimental yet light approach.

''So I'm Mr. Hart now?'' My Harry was back, sweet, gentle and fucking annoying teasing little shit Harry Hart.

''Only if I get to be Mrs. Hart.'' I knew this was a risk, oh well.

''Darling, you were Mrs. Hart when you first walked through the door.'' I ran to him, nearly toppling us over when I pulled him into a thick and loving embrace.

''You're not getting rid of me now, I'm telling you, I can be one hell of a stalker.'' I bantered, pressing small kisses all over his face.

''I would tell you the same, my dear.'' He hummed, as we backed up towards our bed, he fell on top of me

''Harry!'' I whined, laughing, guess I'm stuck here now.

''Marry me.'' I took a pause, to kiss him, obviously.

''You didn't even have to ask Harry.'' I whispered with sincerity.

''Next week, marry me, I can't wait any longer.'' You're a fucking character Mr. Hart.

''My answer remains the same.'' I took his face in my hand, my thumb brushing over where his left eye once was. I didn't care what he looked like, I just wanted him.

''You don't have to pretend you still like to look at me.'' He sighs.

''I'm not pretending. You're still as handsome as you were the day I met you.'' I kissed the scar, then I kissed him, locking my hands in his hair. He sighs into the kiss, it was a happy sigh, I could tell.

''Get some rest, you're getting married next week.'' He winked, or rather, blinked at me.

''I love you.''

''I love you, Mrs. Hart.''

[stanknotstark]

Easy Aim (Is Only Exciting Once or Twice) Pt. 4 (Loki x Reader)

So right after I wrote those lines about Loki wanting to fuck himself the song from my playlist that played was Such a Whore (Stellular Remix) and it started with “You’re such a whore! Oooooo.” AND I LOST IT GUYS.

BTW when i was asking my friends weird questions about boners they were like ._. wtf are you writing? Actually, don’t tell us, please. 😂 so the reactions you have here are truly what goes on with men as they struggle with their boners, they just learn to better control it apparently. This is very interesting from a science point of view tbh

After the whole fiasco of cuddling with Loki you hadn’t really been able to think of much other than that. How his touch, in your body, was soft and warm. How your body fits into his perfectly, like matching puzzle pieces. You’ve also started noticing little things about him that you like. No, not just like, like like. 

Like how Loki had a model walk where he swung his hips as he walked (and you need to learn how to do that because it looks good on your hips). 

Like how Loki would only eat the green Skittles, because green in his favorite color, when you shared a bag while watching movies. 

Like how Loki kept a neutral face when speaking anywhere near the other Avengers but when it was just you and him he would allow himself to feel more, to actually scrunch his face up in disgust, to smile when you said something funny, when you would insult him he would smirk, pout, or roll his eyes with a smile. 

Like how Loki had started leaving lingering touches on you. He would slide his hand over your arm to get your attention. He would grab your shoulder when you shared laughter. Sometimes he’d even let his eyes and hands roam your clothes and fix them, straighten them, give a satisfied nod and smile when he thought you looked acceptable, his hand resting over your chest. 

And liking him is completely fine. It’s something natural and you like it but the real problem was that you were in a man’s body. As a woman you didn’t even have to try masking desire. As a man....

You get the point. 

So, you’re sitting in the common area with Loki, spending time with the whole team when it first happens. 

You’re all watching a movie when a sex scene comes on. That’s fine, you’re cool about that, it’s when you start thinking of Loki doing the stuff to you that it happens. 

You can actually feel the blood flow being redirected to your crotch. You jump a bit and Loki who sits next to you notices but says nothing, opting instead to watch you instead of the movie. It’s something you would have missed had you been used to the feeling. The blood flow is slow, it’s not a rush, but it’s enough to warrant surprise and curiosity.  

You swallow and bring a hand up to your mouth to bite your finger. What was it men did to stop this? Think about their grandmothers in panties or something? Which you did but then you thought about Loki bare but in a sexy, lace pair of boxers. 

Fuck.

You can feel your cock filling and if you don’t do something it’s going to tent the sweats you wear. 

You shift your body so your legs aren’t splayed out. It had taken you some time to get used to sitting like a man, legs open so you didn’t pinch your junk or sit on one of your balls. That was an experience that had Loki in stitches. 

Right now though you can’t get the picture of Loki licking at your neck, biting it, lavishing it with his mouth, out of your mind. It’s almost as if primal instincts are taking over. 

Without thought you let your other hand, you’re not busy biting, trail to Loki’s, body and rest on his thigh. When you glance at him understanding fills him and he has the gall to smirk at you. 

You’re about to growl and jump him but you stop yourself with your eyes squeezed tight. 

Loki pulls your finger from your mouth before you break the skin with light touches. 

You’re lucky the lights are off because you’re at full attention now, but no one notices it in the shadows. 

Loki shoves a pillow into your lap which you take with a thankful look. You settle back into your spot with your eyes closed, again. Your right hand holding the pillow to your crotch and the other resting on the couch’s arm rest, balled into a fist.

You have to bite your lip because the TV plays out a woman’s moans. God how long did this sex scene last, it’s not a freaking porno! 

Oh, shit, you move a little and cause the pillow to give your new cock friction. You just barely stop yourself from thrusting into the pillow and groaning with pleasure. How the fuck do guys handle this when they’re so sensitive and move based on instincts? You compare the feelings on control to Banner who has minor control on Hulk. You have just enough control to stop yourself from embarrassing yourself but it is taking everything you have in you to stop it.

Finally the scene is over and Tony gives a low whistle. Steve slaps the back side of his head causing Tony to laugh. 

You focus on the team, anything but your own body and Loki next to you. 

Clint gives a chuckle and when you open you eyes to look at him he stares at Natasha who throws popcorn into his mouth from a different couch about 6 feet apart. 

Ok you could handle this. Everything was fine. 

Everything was not fine. 

Loki enjoying your suffering decides to cuddle up to you. When you look at him with wide eyes he smiles dangerously. 

You don’t say anything, in case you alert the team of what’s going on, so Loki decides that’s his cue to get comfortable. He rests his head on your collar bone his arms wrapping around your chest, one hand coming up to cusp your neck where he strokes it with his thumb. God you can smell Loki. You hadn’t switched soaps so he smelled masculine. It was intoxicating and making your brain meltdown. Your thoughts were slipping into simple demands. Pleasure. Friction. Mine, you think as Loki trails his thumb on your neck.

Your breath starts coming out in puffs and you’re doing everything in your power not to pick Loki up and take him in front of the team. 

“Shh.” Loki says softly at your heavy breathing.

You glare at him for a second but listen and calm your breathing, closing your eyes once again. 

Then Loki makes it even worse. 

The hand that was caressing your neck slides down your chest to the waistband of your sweats. 

You bite your cheek and you’re pretty sure you taste blood. The look you give Loki could kill if he was any lesser of a man. 

Loki lets his fingers glide over the waistband then his feminine fingers slip under the elastic part of your pants and caress the sensitive skin underneath. 

You gasp, your eyes looking over the team, but you’re lucky because the team also gasps when a plot twist in the movie pulls at their attention. 

You look at Loki who didn’t miss your gasp and smiles, sharp enough to cut. He retracts his hand, thankfully, and lets it settle on your stomach. 

You calm, thinking that’s all Loki will do, breathing slowly.

Oh, you’re so wrong. 

Loki lets his hand wander under the pillow and when he gives friction to your boner you yelp, push Loki off you, the pillow toppling to the ground, stand up, and quickly leave the room without a word. 

When you’re safely in your room you put your back to the door and slide down it with heavy breathing. 

You sit with your legs stretched out on the ground so as not to bother your problem. 

You close your eyes but all that comes to mind is Loki touching you so you hiss and open them again. You had to do something about this. However, you feel like that breaks your trust with Loki so instead you get up, grab a book, and sit up in bed. 

If you had to suffer, fine. All you knew was that you’d get Loki back for the shit he pulled tonight. 

You start reading, having to reread a lot because your mind wandered, not all your blood was where it should be, but you get through a few chapters before there is a knock at your door. 

“Come in!” You yell. 

Thankfully, your problem had went away the more you focused on the book. 

Loki comes in, sauntering like he owns the place but frowns at your pants. 

You actually laugh at the dejected look on his face. 

“I didn’t jerk off if that’s what you’re thinking.” You tell him, closing your book and setting it on your lap. 

“What?” Loki asks shocked, now looking at you with a slight frown.

You raise your brow at him. 

“I’m not sure whether I should take this as a compliment or not. You really wanted to fuck yourself?” 

Loki scoffs, “Maybe. Would me being vain really shock you?” 

“Not necessarily.” You say with a smile. “However, I don’t see you as vain in this situation.” You say suggesting he wasn’t in it to fuck himself, he wants you.

Loki looks over your face to see if you’re joking or not. When he realizes you’re not joking he raises his brow with a smirk. 

“You were thinking about me when the movie was playing, were you not?” 

“Irrelevant. We’re talking about you right now.” You throw at him. 

Loki’s smirk turns into a salacious smile. 

“If you admit you have feelings first I shall get on my knees and suck you off right now.” Loki says. You gasp and throw your book at him which he dodges with a wide smile. You feel the blood rushing down again at the thought of Loki kneeling for you.

“You-you imbecile!” You yell. 

Loki laughs with delight when you jump off the bed and chase him from your room. 

[bitch-butter]

(Modern!AU Webgott idea. Longish? Will eventually be called true bluish light. Tell me if this is interesting lol

Rated C for mentions of Joe's poor COVID protocol)

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The blackout curtains that hung over the single window in the somewhat narrow bedroom were intensely effective, shrouding the occupants of the bed in a heavy darkness that even the daylight outside could not permeate. The still potent smell of sex lingered over the room, sweat and saliva and everything else casting a gross and homey aroma over the rumpled sheets and discarded clothing along the floor. Just around the edges of the curtain was a thin, white glow, but beyond that absent suggestion of light the room remained dark and still, as though nobody was there at all.

Pulling in a deep breath, Joe admitted he really shouldn’t have been there.

Shouldn’t have stayed the night, at least, if anything for the sake of his own reputation. He’s not typically one to go full spoons with a stranger (or, practically a stranger) no matter how good the sex had been, and he’s definitely never been one to spend the night somewhere that is not his bed. He’s spent years crafting his bed, has read actual magazine articles about how to create the best, most comfortable space, and after many years of hard work he is lucky enough to have created what many have called the Coziest Place in America. Suffice it to say, he does not like to spend a night in someone else's bed and he doesn’t think he needs to apologize for it.

This bed isn’t the worst, though.

And the guy that came with it wasn’t the worst either, he had to say. Joe had been ready to delete the app that led him to this guy and his bed, but it’s funny what a ‘ping’ on a lonely Friday night after nearly a year of no sex could do. Turns out that celibacy has made him into a fucking cuddler.

He’s not all that sorry about it. Keeping his distance from contact with other humans has handily prevented him from catching COVID thus far, and not everybody in his circle can say the same thing, as Tab had caught it first out of all of them via an ill-timed jaunt to Miami and Lip had had it twice now by virtue of his shoddy lungs and over-eagerness to lend a hand to people in his building. But a year is long, and half a bottle of cold Kim Crawford accomplished a lot at diminishing his capacity to give a shit about anything other than getting some attention on his dick. As long as the guy had sworn he tested negative, which he had, and Joe himself had tested negative, which he was, he saw no reason not to waltz into a total strangers apartment to merrily screw for as long as they both could stand to.

And it turns out this guy can stand a lot.

Joe has to admit at least half the reason he spent the night was that he actually was exhausted by the sheer voracity of their fucking. They oughta hand out medals for this shit, or something.

He finds himself smiling as he lets his mind wander over their earnestly passionate exploits of just a few hours past, and proceeds to let his eyes linger on the form of his companion. Though the room outside the warm enclosure of the blankets is a little cool the guy has one bare leg stretched out along the sheets, pressed up tightly against Joe’s own blanketed legs, with the remaining covers bundled against his chest. Resting mostly sideways on his belly, his face is turned towards Joe in sleep, mashed into the pillows and yet somehow managing to look as effortlessly gorgeous as he had looked in his photos on the app. His body moves with deep breaths, the steady inhale and exhale in combination with the sheltering warmth of the blanket nearly lulling Joe back to sleep.

Nearly.

He needed to get up, at the very least to find his phone and check the time. As carefully as he could he extracted his body from the tangle of covers, stepping lightly onto the carpet with his eyes on the other guy's face all the while, mindful not to disturb him. The night before he hadn’t even bothered to check his messages before passing out, and as such headed straight for the amorphous blob of his pants that rested just a foot away from the bed, crouching and reaching into his back pocket to grab his phone.

He hadn’t told Babe where he was going, as he’d only gathered the stones to go circa 11p.m. and he figured Babe was either asleep or performing his Getting Ready to Fuck routine and wouldn’t want to be disturbed. He almost feels sorry for Babe, who had loved the idea of dating a future doctor until this year when the sexiness of it was side-swiped by the actual danger the position entailed. As such, the Getting Ready to Fuck routine had an extra layer of manic energy to it, and Joe knew better than to try and pull Babe’s attention away from the hours preceding Gene’s rare, rare, rare visits to the apartment.

Even so, the amount of message icons he was presented with was unexpected to say the least.

He raised his eyebrows, nearly humming in interest as he noted the time. Jesus Christ, these blackout curtains are really worth their salt if it was nearly noon.

Tapping into his messages, he found a trickle of anxiety rolling down his spine.

FRI AT 11:42PM

Babe

Hey where r u?

I gotta talk to you

SAT AT 12:00AM

Babe

Are you coming back?? Srs need to talk

Feb 5 12:00AM

Missed call/Mobile

Babe

SAT AT 12:02AM

Gene Roe

Hi Joe, it’s Gene. idk if i gave you my number?

Trying to get a hold of you, call/text when you get a chance

Thanks

SAT AT 12:20AM

C h u c k

Babe is trying to find you

Feb 5 12:30AM

Missed call/Mobile

Babe

SAT AT 12:50AM

Speirs Ron

Why am i getting texts at 12:45 at night asking me to find you?

Well, something is fucking happening. And he’s at least 100% sure he wants no fucking part of it because any drama that starts after 11p.m. is the drama of the goddamn devil.

Fighting not to heave an enormous sigh, Joe reluctantly acknowledges that he should pull his clothes on and get out of here if there really is an emergency in the vicinity of his roommate. Looking back over his naked shoulder Joe tries to catch a glance at the guy in the bed, at the length of his bare leg in the semi-darkness, and the angle of his shoulder protruding from the blankets where he curled. He’d happily get back in that bed and go another round or five.

As though alerted to Joe’s presence by the cosmos, his phone begins buzzing in his hand. Huffing in annoyance, he attempts to reject the call at least until he can get out of the room, but throws himself off kilter and bangs his elbow into the bedside table, jostling a glass of water and a pile of paperbacks.

“Shit,” he curses, grasping at his elbow and shooting a glance back to the guy, whose eyes are already open and alerted to the noise.

Damn it.

The guy blinks slowly, bleary, for a moment before pulling his face from his pillows and angling up onto his side. “Hi,” he greets softly, running a hand through his mussed hair.

“Hi,” Joe nods back, grimacing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

The guy shakes his head, looking for all intents and purposes like he means it. “Not at all,” he sniffs, meeting Joe’s eyes in the darkness with a still-sleepy smile. “What time is it?”

“Oh man, it’s like noon.”

Furrowing his brow, the guy nods back before shooting Joe a wry smile. “We tired ourselves out, huh?”

Joe laughs, seeing his phone light up in his hand with a new message. “Speak for yourself.”

At the interested quirk of the other man’s brow Joe hastily gives a shake of his head and stands. “I’ll get out of your hair quick, no worries, just be a minute.”

The guy frowns, sitting up in the bed to let the blankets pool around his hips, hands coming to rest between his legs. “Oh, well, don’t feel like you have to.”

Joe pauses, pants in hand. “Oh, it’s not -”

“I mean, if you want to go then for sure, but like…” the guy waves a hand, pursing his lips before smiling and coughing out a laugh. “Are you hungry? I have eggs, I can make you something before you go.”

He hesitates, eyes pivoting from the guy, to his phone still in his hand, and back to the guy and his open, expectant face. After a moment, he clears his throat. “You know, I could eat.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I could, could you?”

The guy smiles, and even in this mostly dark room Joe can see he has dimples and has to hold himself back from practically swooning, cursing his half-drunk self of the night prior for not remembering exactly how attractive this guy was. “I could use some coffee, is what I can use,” he says, stretching his arms over his head, and Joe is treated to the sight of his bare, bitten up chest. Usually he doesn’t take much notice of his partner's body hair, but as he lets his eyes trace over the guy's chest and legs as he moves to stand he finds himself clearing his throat and getting a little warm along his neck.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he responded distractedly, pulling his eyes away from the luscious sight of the guy's ass as he bends to retrieve his underwear and instead moving to put his own on. After a second thought he pulls on his shirt as well; might do him some good if he finds himself flushing up at just a glimpse of this guy's ass.

As he slips his shirt over his head, the guy turns to him with a bit of a sheepish look on his face. “Can I admit something?” he asks, lips scrunched.

Joe pauses, still grasping the hem of his shirt. “What?”

“I…” he starts, before chuckling somewhat awkwardly. “I don’t totally remember your name...”

A fair bit of relief surges through him at that, and Joe finds himself huffing out a laugh of his own, and adds another one at the half-embarrassed and half-expectant smile the guy gives him. “Can I admit something back?”

“What?”

“I don’t remember yours either.”

The guy's eyes widen minutely, before he tips his head back and laughs, nodding gently as he rubs a hand over his face. “Is it bad manners to say that’s a relief?”

“I think it’s alright as long as neither of us care,” Joe said, pushing his hair back, before stepping up to the guy and extending a hand. “I’m Joe.”

The guy grasped his hand in a sure grip. “David,” he replied with a little shake of their hands, before leaning in and pressing a dry kiss to Joe’s cheek. “Nice to meet you.”

Joe turned his face into David’s, catching his lips in a tender, if chaste, kiss. “Nice to meet you.”

[julieloveupstead]

Big Heart - Upstead (8x06)

Description: Jay to help Latrell learn the truth about his son's death and catch a dangerous criminal must go undercover. Hailey has a bad feeling about this action, but tries to keep her cool. Until something goes wrong and memories of the past come flooding back. How will she deal with it?

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- Okay I think everything is ok. - Said Hailey for the 10th time checking to make sure the cameras and wiretaps she was hooking up to Jay were where they should be and working well.

They were getting ready to go undercover. Jay was going to be Latrell's buddy to buy the goods from K-Mac that would get them to Dante, Kim and Adam were going to watch the back, and Kevin and Hailey were going to watch the rest. A normal undercover job that their department was full of, nothing they hadn't done before, but still Hailey felt a certain fear that she couldn't figure out why. She tried not to show it to Jay, she didn't want him to think she was overreacting, and besides, they had to be professionals at their jobs, they couldn't let anyone suspect anything. The fact that the department is like a family to them and they feel bad hiding their happiness from them, but they know it's for the best for them and for the rest, and also the fact that they keep the fact that they are together a secret makes it even more special, because it's only theirs and that's the best. And above all it's all fresh to see if they can combine the two most important things to each other their relationship and their work. For the moment, everything was working out for the best, so what Hailey was feeling right now was a surprise to her. She had never felt anything like this. It was known that before they became a couple she was worried about Jay but it was easier for her to hide it, whereas now it was more difficult. She just hoped Jay wouldn't notice, or even if he did, that he wouldn't pursue the subject. He shouldn't be distracted from an action as seemingly simple as this.

- What are you thinking? - but of course Jay is able to see right through her.

- Nothing - she decided to pretend she didn't know anything.

- Hailey, I can hear your thoughts. - Jay touched Hailey's chin and lifted her to look at him. She'd really done her best to keep her face and eyes clear of suspicion, but after seeing me, Jay knew she couldn't hide her emotions that well and that he'd seen right through her. - What's up, baby? - The way that nickname comes out of his mouth all the time surprises Hailey, and her heart beats faster and butterflies appear in her stomach, but now is not the time and place for amours.

- I'm thinking about Jay's case, and besides - though with great reluctance but she moved away from Jay and got busy cleaning up the rest of the equipment. - we're at work. - She said firmly, not even looking at him, cutting off any further conversation. She knew Jay wasn't going to give up that easily, but luckily for her, their friends and the Sergeant came into the garage.

- All right, look, I've got a meeting with Miller, so I want Jay and Hailey to be in charge," Voight said, and we all nodded. - Keep me updated - he looked at Hailey and Jay and after getting the right answer from his subordinates he left, Kim and Adam also left to get their car ready.

- I'm just going to check Latrell's equipment and then we can go - I turned to Kevin, who had just brought Wade.

- All right, I'm going over to Van's," he said, leaving the three of us alone.

- Latrell, do you know what to do? - Jay asked, trying to make sure Wade hadn't forgotten anything.

- Yes - he nodded - You've been coming to my plant for a few years now, we've been friends and I suggested you meet K-Mac because you wanted to buy the good stuff. - recited the older man.

- Exactly. And don't forget to stick to the plan, because if you don't there will be no deal" - said Hailey looking hard at the man. - Everything is ready - Hailey checked Latrell's equipment for the last time and when she approached Jay she needed all her strength to keep her neutrality and not to let his eyes on her, which unfortunately was difficult because she felt his intense gaze drilling a hole in her. - Good luck, gentlemen," she said at the end, taking one last look at her boyfriend, hoping to tell him to be careful with his eyes, and then she left. As she got into the van and Kevin took off she couldn't shake the feeling that something might go wrong. Even though she trusted Jay's plan and knew he could handle everything, but what bothered her more was Latrell, she couldn't explain it but something about the man made her distrust him, perhaps it was the fact that he couldn't get over his son's death and that he was investigating the case on his own. He was desperate and that is dangerous. She was afraid that the older man might not be able to handle the pressure, which might jeopardize the whole plot and, most of all, Jay's life.

- Are you okay? - I was pulled out of my thoughts by my friend's voice.

- Yes, I'm just tired - I quickly made up some excuse because I didn't want him to pursue the subject and luckily Kevin didn't continue and just nodded his head without asking anything more and the fact that it was almost night only helped.

- 'Okay, we're there,' Kevin spoke up as we parked some distance away from where Jay and Wade were meeting K-Mac. It looked like everything was ready and all we could do was wait. I kept a close eye on Latrell's demeanor and could see that he was anxious, but Jay looked calm so that reassured me a bit. I knew he could handle it. After a while we saw some kind of car appear.

- This is K-Mac - Jay confirmed the identity of the driver.

- We got eyes - Hailey accepted. She was sitting in the van with Kevin, who kept looking at her strangely, as if he suspected that her earlier excuse was not true. But she ignored that and focused on what was going on outside.

- You guys seeing this silver Lexus? - Kim let them know she saw a car go by.

- Yeah we see it. Just sid tight. - Jay, you got a silver Lexus on your six" she informed her partner who slowly looked in the direction of the car without raising suspicion.

Hailey remembered that Latrell had mentioned just such a car during their first conversation. Could it be that the guy was right about his son's death? Once again there was a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach that said nothing good could come out of this and this time she didn't want to drown it out and watched even more intently what was happening.

K-Mac stepped out of the black suv that appeared at the agreed place.

- What's up? - Latrell was the first to speak.

- What's up Latrell - answered K-Mac. They both acted like good old friends. Maybe it won't be so bad after all. - This here your boy? - K-Mac notices Jay right away as he walks closer.

- Yeah, his name is Jay. He's cool," he calmly introduced Halstead's character.

- What's up man - said Jay, who by the way fantastically played the role of an interested drug buyer. Hailey had to admit that although Jay was a very handsome and sexy man, somehow he seemed sexier to her now and Hailey what's wrong with you - she scolded herself in her mind. After all, she can't think about it in a place like this.

Everything was going smoothly and Hailey could breathe a sigh of relief until Dante showed up unexpectedly. It was hard to convince him to take the bait, but he finally did. I mean, that's what everyone thought. Everything broke down when Latrell spotted the silver Lexus. Jay stood calmly ready for any eventuality and if anything in the situation made him nervous or anxious he didn't show it, while Hailey couldn't seem to calm down. She had a strange feeling that this was all going to end badly, but Jay's steely attitude reassured her a little. She knows Jay is in control and that was enough for her.

Unfortunately, Wade couldn't let go, making things very tense. Hailey's heart stopped for a second when, through the camera Jay had attached to him, she saw K-Mac pull out a gun, and that meant things were getting more dangerous. Hailey tried to keep her cool though it wasn't easy. Hailey could feel the gaze of Kevin sitting next to her, but she tried to ignore it because she didn't need the curious questions.

- Yeah. You know what? You're right. I misspoke. So I think we're gonna get out of here. Come on,Latrell-- he tried again to end this situation peacefully. Hailey has never been more grateful for his experience in the military as she is now. His calmness in this situation is remarkable.

- Nah, we came here to do a deal - Latrell didn't give up, unfortunately.

- Nah, we're good, man. This is a misunderstanding. So let's go. - Jay wasn't giving up.

- I see you again you a dead man - as Dante walked away and threatened Latrell, leaving Wade and Jay alone and the rest of them pissed off because maybe their only chance to get to Dante just flew by.

As Dante walked away with his friends Hailey's heart dropped and she could afford to let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Kevin made no secret of the fact that he had noticed her strange behavior and had many questions for her, but he knew now was not the time.

- What the hell happened out there!" were the first things out of Hailey's mouth when they returned to the comm. Jay turned towards her knowing that the question was directed at him. The team sensing the tense atmosphere fled upstairs leaving the two detectives alone. If either of them suspected something no one showed it.

- What are you talking about Hailey? - Jay was quiet and that pissed her off even more.

- About what! - Hailey took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, but the images popping up in her head weren't helping matters. - What were you even thinking? Latrell was not ready for this meeting. - She looked angry and resentful at her boyfriend, who was completely surprised just standing there. Truth be told she surprised herself, she didn't know she had such deep rooted memories from over a year ago clinging to her.

- Hey Hailey, what's up? - He walked over to her and gently placed his hands on Hailey's shoulders and watched her carefully. He was starting to worry about her, he completely didn't know what was going on.

- Nothing - she wanted to push him away, because now she realized that she was acting like a crazy person. After all, nothing bad happened, right?

- Hailey, darling - he said tenderly without letting her move away. - It's me, after all, and I know something's bothering you. Tell me if I can help you - his reassuring voice brought her confused thoughts back on track as always.

- I don't even know what's going on with me - she said after a while looking into Jay's eyes, which were filled with peace and love. - The last time you were undercover - she spoke quietly unsure of her voice and tears came to her eyes. And maybe she was acting unprofessional and like a frisky girl at that moment, but she didn't give a damn. She knew that nothing so dangerous had happened today that she should react like that, but those damn memories from two years ago came back and instilled fear in her. After all, she can't lose him, not after they finally started being together.

- Hey, hey after look at me my heart of gold - Jay's balls must have finally collided and he realized what was the reason behind his girlfriend's behavior. Seeing the tears running down her cheeks he couldn't take it anymore and pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. Now he understood everything. - I'm sorry," he kissed her head.

- For what? - she said, putting her ear to his chest so that she could hear his heartbeat.

- For the fact that you suffered so much because of me then and that today's action brought back bad memories. - He said into her hair.

- You have nothing to apologize for, Jay - she pulled away and looked into his green eyes, which were now full of guilt. - In truth, it's my fault. I shouldn't have reacted like that tonight, after all, nothing happened. - She knew that Jay was trying to hide the fact that he was still to blame for everything that had happened, and she knew what she had to do to make Jay finally understand that she didn't blame him for anything, and if she did blame him for anything, she had long since forgiven him. She placed her right hand on his chest where his heart was beating - Jay, you have a very good heart and I know you want to help Latrell and that's what I like most about you - she smiled at him - Except for your looks and everything else of course - she quickly added feeling herself blushing. Sometimes she felt like a teenager in love with him, which caused him to laugh charmingly, which she did too, but in a moment she got serious because she wanted to add something else. - For your big heart and willingness to help others makes you who you are, and you're Jay Halstead, a hero, my hero, and that sometimes you get carried away, well, I count it as a cost - she joked at the end to unload on the heel.

- Do you know how much I want to kiss you right now? - he asked with a smile on his face that made her legs go limp and her stomach twitch with butterflies.

- No - I nodded causing another volley of laughter. Jay bent down to kiss her, but Hailey pulled away, after all, they are still in the works. - We'll report back to Voight and go to my place, what do you say? - She suggested innocently flirting. Jay just nodded, because he couldn't say a single word, because this woman was amazing and he couldn't wonder how he deserved her. He'd been such a lucky guy and had promised himself when this whole thing with Angela had happened that he would always come home for her, for his Hailey, no matter what, and he intended to keep that promise.

[obxcunt]

Love bites || (8)

pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader

warnings: SMUT, typos, cursing.

summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.

part seven || masterlist || part nine

You were now both in the living room, sitting on the couch next to each other, your legs resting on JJ’s laps. “I—“ He cleared his throat. “You’re okay?” He asked, again. “Do you need anything? Does it hurt? Maybe you—” You chuckled lightly, head falling against the couch.

“Look at me, JJ.” You said, your eyes searching for his deep blue ones. “I’m fine.” You murmured, again and again. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

He scoffed. “I— I can’t help it.”

Kiara and Marcus walked in the living room together and seemed a bit worried. JJ turned his head in their direction, frowning. He could tell something was wrong, Marcus remaining silent and looking away.

Marcus had long brown hair, dark eyes and a beard. He looked like a cowboy, lost in the wrong generation. You discretely looked at the older man, wondering how old he was.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” The witch asked.

“I— I’m fine, just tired and still a bit confused.” You touched your head, grimacing. “But my nose isn’t broken, that’s cool.”

“What’s wrong, Marcus?” JJ asked, nervous. “What happened outside? Did you catch him?” Marcus remained silent. “What’s going on?”

“We have a problem.” Marcus replied. “He’s way too fast and strong, we are clearly dealing with a newborn. He’s going to come back here.”

Kiara moved closer. “And, we don’t understand how he even managed to get inside the house.” She said. “Maybe another witch helped him or something. However, me and my dad are the only wizards living on the island.”

“Wait, what?” You asked. “He— He’s gonna come back?” JJ instantly turned to look at you, his hands reaching out for yours as they were resting on your thighs. “But— But we are not prepared for this, he could—”

“Unfortunately, this is a pretty common thing in our world.” Marcus interrupted. “This boy is different from us, he’s a hunter.” JJ clenched his jaw, looking back at him. “He’s dangerous and he’s not going to leave the island anytime soon, not until he gets what he wants.”

You sighed. “Me…” You murmured, tears emerging again. “Fuck—” You looked down, holding JJ’s hand.

The blond shook his head. “Hey, Y/N.” He leaned his head closer to yours as you looked up again. “I’ll never let this guy approach you ever again.” He promised. “Don’t worry, you’re—”

“This isn’t about me, JJ!” You said. “I— I don’t care about myself and the possibilities but—” You paused, licking your lips. “What about my parents, huh? What if, he comes back to my house, and kills them?” JJ sighed, looking straight at you. “What are we supposed to do?”

“I’m gonna stay with you, close to your house, drive you around whenever you need to move.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be your bodyguard.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We’ll find a solution, we can’t let this guy live any longer.”

“No, no, no.” You objected, eyes widening. “I don’t want you guys to get hurt.” Marcus scoffed. “It’s— It’s dangerous, what if you—”

“It’s not negotiable.” Marcus interrupted, crossing his arms. “We need to kill this guy, this week.” You sighed. “We can’t deal with him and Ward at the same time, it has to be done soon.”

Kiara and JJ nodded. “We’re gonna have to establish a plan.” She turned back to Marcus. “Let’s do this tomorrow, we should get some rest now.” She turned back to JJ. “Also, the spell won’t last forever.” She added. “You won’t be able to enter the house without her permission first as soon as you leave.”

“You should stay here for the night, JJ.” Marcus suggested. “Since her parents are coming back tomorrow, it’s not safe for her to stay here alone.” The blond vampire nodded. “We’ll see you tomorrow at the Chateau, we’ll have a reunion.” He looked at you. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“I— Yes.” You replied. “It was nice to meet you too, sir.” Marcus chuckled at the nickname before exiting the room with Kiara, the brunette waving at the two of you.

“Okay, let’s go upstairs.” You said once they were done.

You both took the stairs in silence, secretly enjoying each other’s company. JJ didn’t say anything, but he was really happy to be with you tonight. However, it wasn’t easy for him to control himself around you sometimes: his strong emotions tempting him constantly.

“Welcome to my bedroom.” You joked, closing the door behind him. “It’s a bit messy, i wasn’t expecting anyone.” You admitted, scratching the back of your head.

“Oh, really?” He teased, smirking as you smacked his arm. “It’s really pretty.” He said, looking at the lamps around the bedroom: giving a cozy atmosphere to the room. “Is that you?” He asked, pointing at some pictures on the wall, right above the desk.

“Yes with my mom.” You moved next to him. “We were at my grandparents' house, it’s a few hours away from the island.” You explained, the blond humming as he looked at the other pictures.

“I—” He narrowed his eyes, clearing his throat. “I don’t see your dad, anywhere.” He said, before looking at you. “You— You don’t like him very much, right?”

You sighed. “We— It’s complicated.” You walked away, sitting on the bed. “We used to be close, but not anymore.” JJ turned around to look at you, feeling bad for bringing up the subject. “It’s getting worse.”

“I— I’m really sorry.” He said, making you smile. “I should mind my own business.”

“Don’t be silly.” He sat down next to you, taking off his boots. “You wanna learn more about me.” He smirked, nodding. “We jump directly into the sensitive subjects.” You both laughed, getting comfortable against the headboard. “He— He cheated on my mom five months ago.”

“Oh.” JJ murmured. “Does she—”

“She knows about it, she forgave him.” You laughed nervously, looking away. “I can’t believe it, it’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Maybe— Maybe she wants to give him another chance to save your family.” You looked at him. “I’m not defending him, he’s an asshole but—” He paused schrugged his shoulders. “I’m not very good at this—” He laughed nervously. “Maybe, they both realized how important their marriage was. Maybe he’s faithful now, maybe he doesn’t want to lose everything.”

“I don’t know.” You said, sighing. “They’re always fighting, arguing over the most random things.” You smiled sadly, playing with your fingers. “I always end up in the middle.”

JJ wanted nothing more than to wipe away the sad expression on your face. “If— If you need to escape one day, or want some peace.” You looked back at him. “You can come to the Chateau, wherever you want.” You hummed, smirking. “I— You can hang out with us, especially me.”

You both laughed. “Oh, right.” He winked, making you laugh even more. You smacked his arm. “How could a sane person turn down such a nice offer.” You smiled, fleeing his gaze for a second.

“Exactly, Y/N.”

You both calmed down, looking at each other with intensity. Butterflies were emerging in your stomach at the sight: the beautiful vampire caressing your cheek with his thumb. You wanted him so bad, noticing his eyes full of desire moving down to your parted lips. You both couldn’t deny the attraction anymore.

JJ seemed fine on the outside, fighting an intense storm made by his emotions on the inside. His brain was telling him to leave, to run away from here. His heart was telling him to kiss you, to listen to his own desires for once. He wanted you so bad, no matter how risky and dangerous it was. You were this beautiful forbidden fruit to him and he was dying to finally taste it.

But, as soon as you moved closer: his nose brushing against yours, his whole body tensed up and he pulled away from you.

“Oh…” You murmured, heartbroken. “I— I’m really sorry. JJ.” You added, touching your trembling lips. “I— I thought you liked me.” You laughed nervously. “I’m ridiculous.”

“Wait, what?” He asked. “Shit— I do.” You looked back at him, frowning. “I like you, Y/N.” He breathed in and out. “I— I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so badly in my entire life before.”

You blushed at his words. “I don’t understand.” He wanted to tell you the truth. “What’s wrong, JJ?”

“Remember, back in high-school, when you punched Rachel Green in the face?” You nodded, still frowning. “You did it, because she was calling me a Dirty Pogue.” He swallowed hard. “I— I’ve been in love with you ever since.”

Your eyes widened. “Wha— What?” You were extremely confused, shaking your head. “This doesn’t make any sense, you were ignoring me in high-school and at parties. I thought you had a problem with me back then.”

“You’re a Kook.” You rolled your eyes. “I know, it’s ridiculous. But, you were hanging out with my enemies all the time and—” He sighed. “You had a boyfriend back then.” You grimaced at the memory. “I was admiring you, in secret. I was always looking at you, thinking about you. You were making me nervous. But, this was before, through my human life. Everything is different now.”

“I’m so confused.” You rubbed your face. “You don’t like me anymore, now?” He shook his head. “Because you’re one sexy vampire, you probably had sex with beautiful vampire women and i’m nothing more than a boring human girl.” He laughed nervously at your words. “That’s not funny.”

“I— I haven’t had sex in a while.” He admitted. “Vampires’s emotions are way deeper, which means that my desire for you became even more important and stronger.” Your lips parted, cheeks heating up. “It means that my need to feel you is consuming me even more than it was before.” You were breathing heavily, a violent heat igniting your whole body. “But, this is completely different from human relationships. If we start, who knows what could happen. I could break your bones, while fucking you too hard. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. “Holy shit—” You breathed with difficulty, one hand moving to his neck to pull him closer. “I— I don’t care, kiss me.” He chuckled, both hands moving to your waist.

“Don’t say that.” He said. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“You’re torturing me, JJ.” You said back, moving to his lap, sitting down right on his crotch. “Please—” He growled as you moved against him. “One kiss.”

“If you keep doing this—” He sighed, licking his lips. “We both know, it won’t be just a kiss.” You smirked, pressing your forehead against his. “JJ…” He loved hearing his name in your mouth and loved even more how eager you were to feel him. “You’re not gonna hurt me.”

“Shit.” He breathed.

In a second, you were getting slammed against the bed: back pressed against the mattress in a gasp. His body was hovering yours, standing right between your opened legs. His mouth moved against yours through a passionate kiss, your hands moving behind his neck to pull him closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning against him as you felt his hand caressing your bare thigh before firmly grabbing it.

He pulled away, his lips moving to your jawline and neck. He wasn’t out of breath, unlike you, he was unstoppable. You moaned against his ear, sensing him gently biting your skin. He pulled away, sensing the urge to bite you, his eyes turning darker and teeth coming out.

You opened your eyes. “What’s wrong, JJ?” He looked away, not wanting you to see him like this. “Hey, look at me.” He groaned, shaking his head to chase his dark thoughts away. “Hey, it’s okay.” He looked back at you, expecting another reaction as you caress his cheekbones and kiss him softly. “It’s okay…” You repeated quietly, his eyes softening at the sound of your voice. “I trust you.”

He kissed you again. “I— I wanna try something.” You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to make the next move, which he did: moving down and kissing your thighs. “Can— Can I?” He asked, ready to take off your pyjama shorts and underwear.

“Yes, please.” You said, whining as you felt the cold air against your skin. “Shit—” You moaned, head falling back against the pillow as JJ’s hands firmly grabbed your thighs, the feeling of his cold rings against your burning skin making you shiver. “Please, do something.”

He couldn’t believe it, this wasn’t another wet-dream, it was real. He made sure you couldn’t move, holding you tightly against the mattress, his head placed directly in front of your heat. He kissed your bikini-line slowly, wanting to tease you, the anticipation building in your body and driving you crazy.

He moved down. “Better be loud, baby.” You moaned at his words. “I want the whole island to hear you.” You hummed, biting your lower-lip.

“Fuck—” He moved his tongue between your folds, licking all the way up to your clit: sucking on it and looking straight at you in the eyes. “JJ—“ You cried, gripping on the sheets.

He continued devouring his favorite meal with pleasure, trying his best to remain calm as he bruised your thighs with his rough fingers: which made you moan even louder. His tongue wandered through your heat, while your fingers were playing with his soft hair: your whole body shaking at the sensation. He used his thumb against your clit, his tongue focusing on the entrance as he listened carefully to your moans.

“I’m— I’m gonna cum, JJ.” You murmured, looking down at the beautiful vampire between your legs. “Fuck!“ You moaned, his thumb moving fast against your clit, making you shake in euphoria as you tried to close your legs on him. “J— JJ!” He smirked against your wetness, savoring the way you taste. “Oh my god… You’re amazing.”

At midnight you were cuddling him, falling asleep in his strong arms, your arm around his waist and your head resting on his bare chest: using the sound of his heartbeat as a lullaby. He played with your hair and kissed your head until you were peacefully snoring, looking at you with adoration the whole night.

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[avengerscompound]

Running to a Standstill - 6

Running to a Standstill: A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  2015

Rating:  E

Square filled: none for this chapter

Warnings: none

Synopsis: While on the run from an unknown organization trying to take your son, you meet two super-soldiers.  While they try to help you get to the bottom of who is hunting you and your son, feelings come out and admissions are made that make your personal life even more tricky.

Chapter 6

“You're sure you’ll be okay looking after him, Bucky?” You asked, as you rifled through your wardrobe.  Bucky sat on the bed playing some kind of game on the tablet with Geo where they had to tap fish as they swam past.  “Tony took him to the lab today and it made him all hyper.”

Bucky chuckled.  “I bet it did.  But I'll be fine.  If Clint can handle looking after him, I can.”

“Clint had Natasha with him,” you argued.

“True,” Bucky said.  “And I'll have FRIDAY.”

“I'm happy to help take care of my favorite kid,” the AI added.

“Dey can weed me a stowie,” Geo said matter-of-factly.

You nodded and went right back to what you were doing.  You weren't sure what to wear.  You only had one nice dress and Steve has already seen it.  There was also the question as to why he was taking you out at all.  Things had seemed to cool off between you.  Not completely, he’d cuddle with you, and there were pecks hello or goodbye, but it wasn’t going forward how a relationship normally did.  He’d invited you out and said the two of you needed to talk and your head went racing.  Did he want to end it?  Did he have information about who was after you?  Did he want to take it to the next level?  You were panicking and you didn’t know why he was torturing you like this.

“You going on an archaeological dig in there?”  Bucky asked as you began to rifle back through the clothes you had already decided weren’t good enough.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” you complained.  You turned and looked at Bucky.  “He said we needed to talk.  Is he going to break up with me?”

“Wow,” Bucky deadpanned.  “You been hanging out with me too much?  That sounded like where my head would go.”

“Well, it’s not like we’ve been moving forward at all,” you huffed.  “Is it about the people after us?”

“No, we’d just tell you that.  We keep hitting dead ends,” Bucky said.

“I really like him, Bucky,” you implored.  It felt a little weird dumping all this on Bucky.  He was Steve’s best friend and knowing how Steve felt about him felt a little unfair.  Not that you could blame Steve for his feelings.  Bucky was sweet and sexy and had a little edge of danger about him.  It was a strange situation because as it stood, it felt like you were romantically in the exact same place with Bucky as you were with Steve, only Steve had been the one you’d been set up with.  It was like you could lean in either direction and have an actual romantic relationship, except neither was willing to go any further than they were now.   “But now it’s just like… we’re stuck in this in-between zone.  I want more but it’s kind of like he’s just humoring me now.”

Bucky looked up at you with a pained expression on his face and you knew you’d overstepped a line.  “Forget it. I’m sorry, Buck,” you said turning and going back to trying to find something to wear.

Bucky got up off the bed and moved over to you.  He seemed to hesitate for a minute before putting his hand on your hip.  It was an intimate gesture and it sent a slight shiver through you.  “Get out of your head,” he said and pulled out a pair of jeans from your wardrobe.  “Steve’s a good guy.  He’s not the kind of guy who leads people on.  You’re just in an unusual situation.  Tell him how you feel.”  He grabbed a black tank top next.  “Now, those two, your wrap, and some jewelry.  And tomorrow I’ll tell Wanda she should take you shopping.”

“I don’t -” you protested.

“No.  Wanda is our heaviest hitter,” Bucky said cutting you off.  “And she loves shopping for clothes and she’s really good at thrift shopping - so if you won’t take money, she’ll get you a bargain.”

You nodded.  You couldn't pretend that wasn’t a nice thought. The last time you’d been shopping with anyone was before Geo was born.

“Alright,” Bucky said.  “I’ll leave you to get dressed.  You okay?”

You nodded again and turned into his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his shoulder.  He tensed for a moment before his arms closed around you and he held you, taking a deep breath.  “Thank you,” you whispered.

“It’s alright.  I get it.  It’s hard when you don’t know who you can trust,” he said quietly.  “I know me saying it won’t help much, but you can trust Steve.  Maybe you won’t work out, but he’s not gonna hurt you like that.”

You nodded and slowly pulled back.  “Thank you,” you repeated.  “You’re really sweet you know?”

Bucky chuckled and picked up Geo.  “That is not something I’ve ever been described as.”

You got dressed in what Bucky suggested, accessorizing as best you could.  You were just starting on your hair and makeup when there was a soft knock on the door.  “Come in!” You called, assuming it was Steve wanting you to hurry up.

Instead, a young, auburn-haired woman entered.  “Hello,” she said.  She had a strong accent and a soft smile.  It took a second for it to click that this was Wanda.  The public always spoke about her like some kind of monster and the pictures you’d seen she was always using her powers, her eyes glowing red and a scowl on her face.  This young, soft-looking woman didn’t mesh at all with how she was portrayed in the media.  “I’m Wanda.  Bucky called asking if you could borrow some jewelry for your date.”

“Oh,” you said, embarrassment washing over you.  “I mean… I don’t…”

She smiled again and sat down on the bed opening up her bag.  “Don’t be embarrassed.  He was trying to help.  I was homeless for a while.  I know what it’s like just having to keep what you can carry with you.  And I have a lot of jewelry.”

She took out a selection of things and offered them to you.  “Are you sure you don’t mind?”  You asked.

“Not at all,” she replied.  “I like to share what I have.”

You picked out some brightly colored enamel bracelets, a couple of rings, and a layered beaded necklace.  She helped you with your hair and makeup and when you got up to put your shawl on she stopped you.  “Here, use this,” she said and took out a shawl from her bag that had been hand embroidered with red roses on it.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Thank you,” she said.  “I made it myself.”

“Wow, you’re so talented,” you said, admiring yourself in the mirror.  Bucky had been right, the black jeans and tank top had been the perfect base to build on.  You really liked the end result.  It was casual but playful and that little bit sexy.

“You look beautiful,” Wanda said.  “Have fun.”

“I’ll try,” you said and headed out.  Buck was cooking and he smiled as he looked you over.  Steve jumped to his feet when you came out.  “Wow, you look great,” he said.

“Wow?” You teased.  “Rude.”

He laughed.  “You know what I mean.  You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you agreed.

“You two be good,” Bucky called as Steve offered you his arm and the two of you headed out.

“Your friends are really nice, Steve,” you said, as you rode the elevator down with him.

“Yeah,” he agreed.  “We’re kind of more family now.  I’m lucky to have them.”

You smiled and nodded.  “What did you want to talk about?  Is it the people after us?”

He shook his head.  “No.  I promise as soon as we know something, we’ll tell you.”

You frowned and let out a breath.  “What is it then?”

“We’re not going very far.  It’s a restaurant just over the road.  Why don’t we wait until we’re sitting,”  Steve suggested.

It felt like your heart only just started beating faster.  You wished he’d just get it over with and tear that band-aid off.  He led you to a modern looking restaurant across the road.  You were seated immediately at a table upstairs that looked over the rest of the restaurant.  The chairs were comfortable and large and you immediately picked up your menu and hid behind it as a way to deal with the anxiety that felt like was eating away at you.

Steve put his hand on yours and you poked your head out over the top of the menu. “I’m sorry if I made it feel like there’s something bad that was going to happen tonight.  I promise it isn’t.  I just wanted to be on a date and talk.  Like most people who are starting a relationship.”

“Oh,” you said.  “I thought… I don’t know… you weren’t …”

He chuckled.  “Not at all.  I like you a lot.  I have been worried that you living with me would make you think you owed me.  If I pushed for more you’d give it out of obligation and I don’t want that.  I want us to both be on the same page about what we want.”

You let out a breath.  “I don’t feel pressured,” you said.  “I like you a lot too.”

The waiter came over and you panicked a little.  Steve ordered a bottle of wine and as he ordered a started and entree you quickly chose what you wanted.

“I’m not used to talking, I usually just act,” Steve said when the waiter left.  “But with this kind of thing, I am so slow.  I just let the feeling grow and grow and grow and then I might kiss them.  Took two years to kiss the only people I’ve really had a romantic relationship with.”

You shook your head.  “That won’t do.”  You patted the chair to your right.  “Come here.”

He chuckled and changed seats.  “I might be a little out of practice.”

“Don’t worry,” you said.  “So am I.”

He leaned in and you bridged the distance, capturing his lips.  He hummed softly as you kissed and his hand went to your jaw, cradling your face.  His lips were soft and you flicked your tongue over them as he caressed them over yours.  He pulled back and you blinked slowly.  “That took way too long to happen,” you said.

“I’m a little slow to move,” he said. “Sorry.”

You shook your head and leaned your forehead against his.  “It was worth the wait.”

He pulled back and caressed your cheek with his thumb.  “I want you to feel comfortable with me at my house.  That it’s your place too and for us to be able to go forward with… well us,”  he explained.

“I do.  I promise,” you said.  “You’ve been nothing but a gentleman, Steve.”

He smiled.  “Then I’ll get out of my head,” he said and kissed you again.  You smiled into his lips and ran your hands up his thighs.

This one was much quicker as the waiter arrived with the wine.  You waited as Steve tried it and okayed the bottle.  When they poured you a glass you took a long sip.  “I want you to know - and this is with no expectation of anything happening - but if you’d like to share my bed…”

As Steve made the offer his face turned redder and redder and you started laughing.  “Thank you, Steve.” 

“I only mean, if you want to let Geo have his own room sometimes, you always go to bed so early,” Steve babbled.  “We don’t have to …”

“No, I know,” you assured him. “Thank you.  That would be nice.”  He smiled bashfully and took a sip from his wine.  For a guy that spent so much time-fighting evil, Steve Rogers was incredibly cute.  For the first time since the death of your husband, you were excited about a relationship.

// NEXT

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #236: “I Want to Be an Avenger!”

October, 1983

Spider-Man -- An Avenger -- ?

Y’know, march of time and all that but this doesn’t seem as surprising as it once did.

Not much to say about this cover. It doesn’t have a lot to say about the issue other than ‘SPIDER-MAN INSIDE’ but boy does it say it.

But, oh, the logo changed and its snazzy! I quite like it!

So recent going-onses for the Avengers. Thor and Iron Man quit the team for personal business. Hawkeye broke his leg and is on medical forced-to-leave. Scarlet Witch and Vision were called in as reservists and Vision immediately got damaged by a crossover and has been in a robot-coma ever since. Starfox joined the team.

But in more positive news, they totally kicked the Wizard’s ass last issue and it cheered everyone up.

So the issue starts on a lazy summer day.

Scarlet Witch is on monitor duty, scanning for any ‘this looks like a job for the Avengers’ type calls. And multi-tasking by also thinking of her tubed husband.

Captain America takes his turn standing watch over the comatose synthezoid.

And for some reason, Cap leaning on the tube like that cracks me up.

Starfox spends his downtime trying to hit on Wasp.

His pickup line is so bad.

Wasp finds it charming in its misapprehension although it could also be the sexy beams Starfox emits from his brain.

And She-Hulk is taking a bath in a large barrel in the Avengers’ rec center, which they have. Maybe its the super hot bath?

She(-Hulk)’s also multi-tasking by looking up apartment listings while she soaks but finds that everything on the NY listings is either too small or too ritzy.

It be like that sometimes.

Jarvis comes into the rec center barrel bath area with iced tea for She-Hulk, trying to politely avert his eyes. But the intruder alarm goes off and she(-Hulk) tells Jarvis to hand her a towel and runs off to his flusterment.

Between Tigra and She-Hulk, I think poor Jarvis is getting overwhelmed with rad ladies on the Avengers.

The Avengers assemble in the main foyer and found that someone just barged in the front door and disabled the security tentacles with some sort of odd, artificial webbing.

Who could it be?

Who could possibly break into Avengers Mansion under the mistaken impression that its actually a cool way to impress them while asking for a job, showing that he’s learned nothing in years?

Could it be the person who expressed interest in joining in the previous issue? And who is also on the cover of this issue??

Yes.

Honestly, though, what an amazing splash page!

Also, spectacular and no-adjective.

Spider-Man knows how to make an impression.

Not a good one, certainly. But the Avengers aren’t going to forget the time he was casually chilling above the dining table.

And Pete isn’t going to forget it either. He’s going to wake up in a cold sweat years later still mortified at himself.

I also love it when the title of the issue is something someone said but since it has to be emphasized to make it clear its the title, they suddenly start yelling in the middle of a conversation.

She-Hulk has no patience for Spider-Man’s nonsense and grabs him off his web hammock to yell at him for barging in.

Spider-Man: “Well, I’m not exactly uninvited! Your buddy Thor asked me to join the club just a few months ago. Sure, I’m a little slow in replying, but I’ve had a busy season!”

And then he snarks about She-Hulk just wearing a towel because Spider-Man loves low hanging fruit.

SURELY, Spidey knows that offers usually expire, right? A few months ago is forever in comic time and Thor himself isn’t even on the Avengers right now.

I guess, in fairness, he has his reasons.

Besides his usual perpetual poverty liking the sound of a thousand bucks a week.

As he later muses to himself, Black Cat has been hospitalized because she tried to help him and he feels obligated to pay for her not-cheap medical bills. And he’s already quit grad school to spend more time earning but his freelance paychecks are nothing compared to an Avengers salary.

He’s being an incredibly presumptuous dick... but for a good cause.

And its just like Spidey that he has a good reason for being a jerk that he’d never mention leaving everyone to think he’s just a rude goofus.

What a shame.

Anyway, back at the present, Spider-Man asks where he enlists but Cap tells them that unfortunately their roster is full up. The sixth spot is being held open for Hawkeye when his leg stops being broken (and you think he was moany about being sidelined while his leg was broken, imagine him learning that he was replaced, eesh).

Cap does suggest that Spider-Man could join Starfox in the trainee program but Spidey throws a fit.

Spider-Man: “Trainee program?!? Hey, I’m Spider-Man, remember? I was sticking to walls when you guys were still looking for a clubhouse. I’m no green rookie!”

Starfox: “Green -- ? I take offense at your tone, Spider-Man!”

She-Hulk: “There’s nothing wrong with being green.”

Pffft.

As an actual rookie who is physically green, She-Hulk doesn’t care for that phrase, maybe.

She-Hulk and Starfox possibly beating up or more likely being embarrassed by Spider “will punk the entire X-Men in the not too distant future” Man is interrupted by a priority alert that goes ARROOOOOOOO

... Is it the Nixon alarm?

Why haven’t the Avengers fought Nixon’s head on a war mech yet??

Spider-Man offers to give them a hand if their priorities are being alerted but with this particular alarm, Wasp decides its best if they stick to the rules.

And then She-Hulk chases Spidey out by throwing a chair at him.

Spider-Man: Well, that was certainly a wash-out! Maybe I shouldn’t have come on as such a wise guy... Maybe I should have come to the door all humble and contrite. Nah, they wouldn’t have believed it was me!

.... Hah.

But he sees the third-floor of Avenger’s mansion opening up to launch the Quinjet and fount of good decision making that he is, he decides to jump onto the Quinjet as it launches.

Spider-Man: Whew! This baby is really starting to pick up speed! I feel like I’m in a wind tunnel. My sticky fingers can hold onto just about anything under normal circumstances... boy, I wish these were normal circumstances! I wonder if this was such a good idea.

No, Pete, it wasn’t.

But your inner monologues do add a bit more joy to this issue so I forgive you.

Inside the Quinjet, She-Hulk notes that the controls handled a bit sluggish right after take-off but eh whatever the problem disappeared after they went supersonic.

Huh. I wonder if Pete is ok.

Anyway, Captain America, She-Hulk, and Starfox are headed towards Project Pegasus.

Since it hasn’t come up in Avengers yet, Project Pegasus is a government research facility that seeks out new types and sources of energy. And Cap helped organize their security force back in Marvel Two-in-One #42.

The priority alert wasn’t the highest priority. Just a code-five, indicating a low-grade emergency. But it didn’t come with any details so Cap is vexed.

Three Avengers should be enough for a code-five but problems at Project Pegasus tend to balloon into worse problems.

You wouldn’t think a research facility would attract so much negative attention but as Cap points out, there’s a lot of people who have a vested interested in making sure energy stays scarce, expensive, and presumably non-renewable.

And considering that the oil companies like Roxxon are EVEN MORE BLATANTLY EVIL in the Marvel U, yeah, uh, bad shit is going to occur.

Also, Project Pegasus doubles as a place to jail supervillains so their powers can be studied.

So, yeah, Pegasus having a priority alert probably means a headache.

So these three Avengers are going in but Wasp and Scarlet Witch are on stand-by just in case.

The visit to the super secure research station goes off to a bad start when guards rush the Quinjet when it lands because a foreign object was detected on the undercarriage.

Of course it’s Spider-Man.

But before he can be arrested for breaking into a secure facility, his spider-sense buzzed.

It’d be a bit confusing if it wasn’t buzzing before though. He has a bunch of rattled guards pointing guns at him right after some unexplained emergency has happened.

That doesn’t set off the Peter Tingle at all??

Anyway, since the buzz is pretty intense, he figures that its warning him of something “a lot more dangerous than the lecture Cap’s going to give me!”

Hah!

He doesn’t manage to warn anyone before a tremor knocks (almost) everyone off their feet with a THROOM

Spider-Man is still standing because he loves Elton John forewarned is forewarned and he can stick to things. And to his surprise, Cap manages to stay on his feet.

Cap: “It’s just a matter of knowing how to react and how to brace yourself, Spider-Man.”

Hah!

That’s So Cap.

Spider-Man asks if he realio trulio can’t give Cap a hand with this situation. Y’know, since his spider-sense probably will come in handy. Cap isn’t sure because of the question of security but Spider-Man has an idea there.

See, he’s been here before!

In Marvel Team-Up Annual #5 he helped save the dang place! They can ask chief of security Wendell Vaughn (who is also known as Quasar but probably not to all the people in this scene?).

Unfortunately, Vaughn quit a couple months back. Oops.

But since Cap vouches for him the guard driving them to the lower levels is like ‘eh whatever.’

The power of a Cap vouch is not to be underestimate and never to be used for evil.

They’re headed to the thermal research dome because its the last known location of new security chief O’Brien. And where he sent the alert from. AND where the recent quake came from.

That’s good multitasking.

They reach the blast doors sealing off the entire level.

Because yes, not only did O’Brien send an alert, he also sealed off the entire level and now something’s jammed the lock.

They have no idea what could be locked behind there but they do have a Spider-Man and Starfox asks him if he’s getting a bad feeling about anything.

Spider-Man isn’t getting any bad vibes, deeming it safe to go inside.

Y’know, this is an amazing way to use Spider-Sense that they could do more with. I always love it when Spidey basically exploits the sense for things other than combat dodging.

Like when trying to figure out how to turn off a device he didn’t understand in Avengers EMH, he just went around almost yanking wires until he found one that didn’t set off the ‘OH MY GOD YOU’LL DEFINITELY EXPLODE IF YOU DO THAT’ buzz.

Anyway, it being probably safe, Cap tells She-Hulk and Starfox to open the door.

Which they do, with gusto.

And a GRU-U-UNNG

Inside the ruins of the thermal research dome, a bunch of semi-conscious technicians lie about in heaps.

Some Project Pegasus security personnel fan out to do administer first aid while the Avengers look for O’Brien.

Makes sense. The nameless extras help the nameless extras so we don’t go ‘hey are the Avengers dicks for only talking to people with names?’

O’Brien is pinned under an arc of steaming rock which Cap starts chipping in half with his shield while She-Hulk, Spider-Man, and Starfox - all people who could lift that rock - just stand and watch.

Or heck, maybe its not supposed to be a random rock arc. Maybe its attached to the floor. Still though, She-Hulk, Spider-Man, and Starfox could probably break it more easily than Cap does.

Teamwork makes the dream work, guys and She-Hulk.

Spider-Man recognizes O’Brien’s green and also green Not-Iron Man armor from newspapers and realizes that he’s the Guardsman.

That just makes O’Brien sad.

Guardsman: “Aye, I am... or I was. The state this armor’s in, no one’ll ever be callin’ himself the Guardsman again! As of now, I’m just plain Michael O’Brien.”

The Michael Formerly Known as Guardsman starts to Explain It All.

He had come down to the thermal dome to watch the thermal dome researchers sink a new magma tap.

But molten rock came shooting up from the tap hole, which is a thing that’s definitely not supposed to happen.

Oh, and some molten men (but not Molten Man) climbed out of the hole and started trashing the joint.

Plain Michael O’Brien realized pretty quickly that he was the only one who could stand up to these hot men so he signaled for help, hit the evacuation alarm, and sealed off the level from the rest of the project so the problem was contained.

And then he got mobbed by the hot men and got his ass kicked. Turns out that his armor was pretty useless against lava men.

Oh, yeah, Cap recognizes them as lava men from his description.

Spider-Man: “Lava men? You have to be kidding, Cap! Lava men? I don’t believe in lava men!”

Cap: “Belay that, mister! I’ve been up against lava men -- and they’re nothing to joke about! You’d better thank your stars that they left -- !”

You might also remember that Cap has been up against lava men allllllll the way back in Avengers #5. Technically the first adventure he had with the Avengers after officially joining them.

It was also the issue where Thor stoically sank into lava without changing his expression from his default vaguely annoyed one.

Anyway, O’Brien tells the Avengers that the lava men battered their way into the maintenance section since they couldn’t escape to the rest of the facility.

It’s a real good news bad news situation because there’s no one for them to hurt in there and also its a straight shot into the nuclear research dome.

And we don’t want any kind of meltdown there.

Cap decides that this looks like a job for AVENGERS to ASSEMBLE towards. And more than the three plus special guest star they already have.

MEANWHILE, over in New Orleans at an important meeting that definitely would be bad to interrupt, Monica Rambeau (secretly the Avenger known as Captain Marvel but not the dead guy version, true believers) is applying for a small business loan.

And then she gets a bzzt on her radio watch for an Avengers emergency.

Oh no, what of her small business loan!

And also: what small business is she starting? I think I heard at one point that she ran a fishing business with her father?

But what of her small business loan!

Well, Monica agrees with her bank guy Mr. Hillbee that its an alarm watch and that its reminding her of another pressing engagement so hey is there a lot more that they have to do here?

Luckily, all that’s left is for her to sign the documents.

Phew, I’m very used to superhero stuff interrupting a superhero’s civilian life and then them angsting about it. It’s actually a relief that Monica was able to finish up at the bank before dashing off to a phone booth to take a radio watch call with Scarlet Witch.

Wanda tells Monica that they just received a call from Cap(tain America) telling them to get to Project Pegasus. Wanda tells Monica that they’re in transit now and asks if she can join them.

And then the line goes dead before Wanda can give coordinates.

Because Monica just followed the radio signal back to the Quinjet.

She apologizes that it took her so long (!!) because she had to stop at home first to pick up her costume.

Wanda marvels captainly “And I thought my brother, Pietro, was fast!”

Ha ha amazing.

I love Captain Monica Marvel’s ridiculous powerset.

She’s even talking right into their radio so she can communicate from outside the Quinjet.

Wasp, Scarlet Witch, and Captain Marvel arrive at Project Pegasus where they’re briefed of the lava men situation by some of the security staff.

Captain Marvel nyooms ahead lightspeed dash style while Wasp and Scarlet Witch lag behind by taking a high-speed railcar.

Dang, Project Pegasus is big.

I just flipped ahead pages to see how long it takes Captain Marvel to join Cap(tain America)’s group and its a bit.

I guess maybe there’s some overlapped time going on though.

Meanwhile, two technicians in research dome D-2 (called the Compound for some dang reason) ignore all the various alarms and such that have been happening because they’re super into their project. And are possibly mad scientists.

They have the intensity.

But they’re working on... Dr. Croit’s stabilizer? And apparently its vibratory pitch was changed by the tremor that happened? Unbeknowst to them, Captain Marvel just nyoomed by outside and the proximity of her energy form activates the device and the silhouette of some guy leaps out proclaiming FREE!!

Back at the Avengers side of the plot, Cap(tain America)’s group has encountered some lava men.

Spider-Man: “Hey, Cap... I take it all back! I do believe in lava men! I really do!”

Hah.

The lava men are between the Avengers and the nuclear dome so Cap starts thinking of ways to flank them so they can keep them away from it.

She-Hulk starts trying to plow a hole through their forces and... uh.... ok. Cap has Starfox just fly around and annoy the lava men because they’ve never seen a flying man before and its just freaking them out.

Really.

Cap asks Spider-Man to use his webbing to throw up some barriers in the lava men’s path.

Spider-Man: “Heck, I can do better than that, Cappy! Just a couple spritzes of webbing, and these little hotheads won’t be going anywhere for hours!”

Cap: “No, you young fool! Don’t you see what you’ve done!”

Throwing web on the lava men makes them panic because it seems like there’s a lot of stuff that they’re not familiar with and all of it alarms them. When they’re alarmed, their body temperature raises and can get up thousands of degrees.

So they just melt loose of the webbing and now they’ve learned not to be afraid of the webbing at all and they can’t use it to corral them.

Spider-Man: “Would it help if I said I’m sorry?”

Cap: “It would help if you’d follow orders! The Avengers is a team! If you want to be part of the team, act like it! Otherwise, stay out of our way!”

Yeahhhhh. I mean, most of the time. You have your fair share of idiots doing their own thing in the Avengers because all of these guys have egos you wouldn’t believe. But generally they can agree to work as a team.

And Spider-Man, of this era, isn’t much of a team player. Not like Wolverine or Batman ‘i work best alone, bub’ type of not a team player where they’re lying about not being good at teamwork because they like being surly and dour because they think it makes them more interesting. But Spider-Man mostly works alone and is used to just doing whatever he thinks the best idea is. And he has the proportionate speed and reflexes of a spider so he can do whatever he thinks the best idea is way before you can tell him its a bad idea.

That’s why Spider-Man makes so many bad decisions, because he can make them faster than good sense can catch up [citation needed].

Anyway, as he is NOW, he’s not a good fit for the Avengers.

Then again, neither was Hawkeye and they let him join. Makes ya think.

Back over at surprise man out of a box lab, the surprise man was Blackout.

He looks like he’d be an electricity themed villain but apparently his element is darkness. Annd he debuted in Nova annnd this is his second appearance?

At the end of his debut story Nova #19, Blackout was apparently sucked into the Darkforce dimension, a fate that Dr. Croit’s stabilizer had been invented to prevent.

So I guesss.... the stabilizer’s settings were altered by an earthquake and then it was powered by ambient energy from Captain Marvel zipping past and it managed to stabilize Blackout, yanking him free of the Darkforce dimension?

I guess??

As far as villain returns go, its not the most ridiculous but it is a bit contrived.

Blackout has no idea where he is and rants about how he’ll level the place if that’s what it takes to find his way out and in a more acceptable contrivance, he happens to be passing Moonstone’s cell when he says this out loud to nobody in particular and she likes the cut of his jib.

Moonstone: “Sounds like you’re a man after my own heart!”

Moonstone tells Blackout that she’s been locked up here so Project Pegasus could study her powers and that they want to use her the way they would have used Blackout but hey what if they join forces and get some comeuppance.

Blackout: I don’t know if I should trust her... But something about her voice is so reassuring.

Yeah, that’s what we call a red flag, you dingus.

Are we back to the days where some dudes will just villain because a lady bats her eyes?

Anyway, the locking mechanism is too complicated to figure out so Blackout just squeezes it until it explodes.

Um. Okay.

-checks wiki-

The wiki says he’s only supposed to have normal human strength but Blackout himself claims that his body is a living generator of black star energies.

Which apparently means he can squeeze an electronic lock to death. I dunno.

Freed from her cell, Moonstone leads Blackout to what they can do next.

Meanwhile, the Avengers are still struggling with the lava men two levels below. And the fracas has reached the corridor to the nuclear dome. Its now or never but the numbers are too overwhelming even for She-Hulk.

Spider-Man manages to leap above the fray and get forgotten in the confusion but doesn’t find that he can do much. He tries webbing the door to the nuclear dome shut but the lava men don’t even bother opening it when they can melt through.

Hmmmmm not a good showing for a guest starring so far...

When the lava men succeed in melting through the door, a blinding light shines through and the lava men kneel down and start bowing to it.

Ohhhhhh, I get it! They’re not trying to cause a meltdown! They just want to worship nuclear light!

... No? I don’t got it? Okay.

The bright light is actually Captain Marvel who took a shortcut to the nuclear dome to reach the Avengers.

And the lava men are really enamored with her, proclaiming her the lady of light foretold in legends.

Captain Marvel just kinda rolls with this and asks them whats the deal with all the rampaging and destroying.

Lava man: “We did but strike back, radiant one! Our village, deep beneath the Earth, knew peace -- until the surface men bored into our midst with their machines. We could not allow this attack to go unanswered. We only used our powers to stop the invasion!”

Wait, isn’t this the plot of the Jetsons movie?

Cap(tain America) smoothly slides in, diplomatically, to announce that then the surface people beg forgiveness and that this has all been an unfortunate misunderstanding that he pledges shall be put right.

And like how Cap’s clout got Spider-Man into this story, Cap borrows Captain Marvel’s clout to back up his diplomacy roll, saying “The Lady-of-Light will tell you that I speak the truth!”

It’s a good thing that Monica wouldn’t go mad with power.

Also, Scarlet Witch and Wasp show up, while Spider-Man snarks that they “missed the end of the movie.”

But since we can’t have pat resolutions given the subplot that was happening while the Avengers were distracted elsewhere, in the Compound, it turns out that Blackout and Moonstone have freed Electro and Rhino. And Moonstone has a Big Evil Plan.

Blackout: “Pay them back? Yes... yes, we must. But how?”

Moonstone: “In the best way possible! We’re going to bring this place to its knees -- by seizing the nuclear research dome!”

But that’s where the Avengers are! Silly villains, you’ve double booked!

Also, I wonder if the universe cosmically influenced Moonstone to get two Spider-villains involved on the one day that Spider-Man was tagging along.

I also wonder what Moonstone is thinking. She’s the ‘know when to fold ‘em’ villain.

Hmmm... Putting Electro and Blackout side by side makes Blackout look like Electro’s grumpy younger brother.

All kinds of good decisions have been made!

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[mitsuhidethesnek]

Time to liveblog Ikepri!

There will be complaining so I won’t tag the characters when I’m complaining lol. Also, this will reflect my blatant bias for scary boys plus Leon. I’m not into softies or tsuns. This is just me airing out MY opinions, so please feel free to disagree and have your own thoughts. I knew I should have started this liveblog earlier. I’m already 4 chapters into Chev’s route. Character first impressions under the cut. Just prologue content.

Prologue thoughts - I like that she owns a bookstore. IkeVamp also had an MC after my own heart, travel journalist. - Yves and Chevalier both lay it on so thick with the insults. Everyone is unworthy to Yves, but it’s his overcompensation from the start. For Chevalier, everyone is just literally inferior because apparently he’s worked so hard to be so ruthlessly superior.

- Eight princes have gathered, one of them will be chosen to be king. Except only our three starter pokemon want to be king, and more than half of them have asked you to be less formal with them lol.

- pfft. Everyone calling Sariel out for kidnapping me. Sariel is like “how dare you accuse me? MC is here of her own free will, right, MC?” and only LEON actually asks my opinion. But he also tries to persuade me by pointing out the icing on top of the ordeal lol.

- I like that Sariel was impressed with me the moment I slapped a drunk. A man who appreciates violence “for a good cause.” I mean, a solid reason to choose me.

- Okay, it is furthermore not about eight different princes vying for power. It’s really just two factions. Team Chevalier and Team Leon. plus Yves kind of

- Prologue Chapter 8 is where Leon starts being nice to you wants to know your thoughts. uwu

- This MC asks questions multiple times. She asked “why her?” for Belle multiple times. It’s extra self-deprecating, which I’m not into, but I guess it’s humble. She doesn’t understand that just being a commoner is enough. It could be anyone. And it just one unlucky standout moment she was chosen for. Leon gives a good reason though. We need someone common who understands what it’s like to be human, because all the royals are a bunch of beasts.

- I love that Belle is a title. Such a good trope. Like how Alice is a title in Ikerev

- I wonder if our translation enthusiasts are complaining. Probably. >> The English localization seems really on the nose with some lines. ><

Individual character thoughts

Rio

- I was expecting puppy immaculate sub. I wasn’t expecting literally obsessed with you. But the fact that he makes Sariel nervous and is too much for Sariel is HILARIOUS. Terrifying levels of enthusiasm. I approve.

- Unfortunately Rio is exactly the type of man I have often had to discourage. It is never just harmless flirting! >< Girl, he gonna keep trying even once you’re married.

Sariel

- Sariel has some sexy lines, but it is 100% creepy since we don’t know each other. - I figured he was my type. Sadistic. Devil-type. The way they do it is he says some pretty unnatural things that imply violence and madness. Disciplinarian. He’s extra and kind of unbelievable and way too handsy in a way that makes him come off shady, but I’m here for the sadistic disciplinarian ride.

-I was looking forward to the contrast between Sariel and Rio, someone who makes you serve and someone else who loves to serve, so I’m here for that contrast. Yves

- No, I don’t appreciate you insulting me every second. He seems like a dainty tsun, so not really my type off the bat.

- However, something tells me his story might be surprisingly moving and relatable? Kind of like Ikevamp Mozart or Ikerev Jonah. Very prim condescending characters who reveal relatable insecurities and standards. Characters that reveal more in their routes than as NPCs.

Luke

- I’m not into big kind guys, but he’s honestly a breath of fresh air. I like that he’s not an active flirt, but what he says is just extra friendly so it comes off flirty. He’s the tallest and is compared to a bear. He doesn’t want to be king. So he seems like someone who will just be nice. I like that he’s super not into the drama and tries to get away from it and discourages it.

Jin

- He’s not my type either. He’s the eldest brother, so he has this knowing air about him all the time like nothing surprises him. But he’s just an observer and commenter so far, doesn’t really interfere. He’s more cool like IkeRev Ray, not an uptight brother-mom figure.

Licht

- Not my type either. Reminds me of IkeRev Harr and Luke. Just really quiet at first so it’s hard to say. He might be the most normal though of all the brothers. Similar to Luke, where he wants to stay out of the drama, but much more taciturn and grumpy about it.

Nokto

- He’s my type. Constantly trying to get in your pants. But he’s coming off kind of cheesy and just nonstop horny to me. Idk, I like seductive enticing dialogue, and I lose interest when it goes past coaxing to full on pushing.

Clavis

- I was REALLY hype for Clavis. Constantly amused character. Turns out, he’s not just this puppeteer in the background. He’s a full on meddler, which I’m still into. He likes starting chaos for its own sake.

- I wonder if he’s different in other routes, but so far having started Chev’s route, I don’t like that he’s mostly here to cause chaos in all matters relating to Chev, instead of being about causing mischief in general. And I don’t like that he’s more of a prankster. I was hoping for sophisticated knowing trickster.

Chevalier

- He lays his superiority complex on SUPER thick. The payoff is supposed to be good when he goes from being utterly unimpressed with you to being obsessed with you. But it’s super disheartening to have characters that make me feel like an idiot. And it’s just how he treats everyone, not just me, but he lays it on thickest at me.

- I literally only like this dude because he’s got that regal IkeSen Kenshin gaze and black fur-lined cape. My brain goes stupid for the regal fur boa, and I like that it’s black against his white color scheme because it suggests that he is the sinister brutal white of winter. So I’m here for all those metaphors.

- But he’s really extreme in how his character revolves around basically two thoughts: Love is worthless. Everyone has a use, and I don’t care about anything but the use of things.

Leon

- saved Leon for last because he’s too easily my favorite!! I’m glad I started Chev’s route because there’s no way I would have touched anyone else if I had started with Leon.

- He’s the best parts of Ikesen Masamune and Nobunaga and Ikevamp Napoleon and Leo! 

- I’m a sucker for the one character who actually cares about what I think and values it even when I underrate my own opinion. ;~;

- He’s the domestic faction in contrast to Chev the foreign faction. so already Chev is about conquest, and Leon is about doing a good job as King taking care of the people. Leon radiates power and can apply it at will, but mostly he asks first, and it’s so nice. Best of both worlds! Power and compassion!

- In a lot of his dialogue, the way he appeals to you is: “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do anything that you’re not ready for. But if you do, it will be fun and life-changing. What do you say? Will you put your trust in me?” He never makes me feel bad for choosing what makes me feel safe or better. And he makes the danger option sound good because he acknowledges the danger and shifts your focus to the benefits, and you know you’ll be protected if you stay by him.

In summary...

I’m here for Leon.

I’m hopeful that Chevalier, Nokto, Sariel and Rio will scratch my itch for their tropes.

Luke and Yves surprised me. I’m open.

Lost interest in Clavis.

No interest in Jin and Licht so far.

[lubeny]

Bonnie and Clyde//Barllex

Trollstopia of the 30s, music played on public radio and everyone went about their business.

The 1930s were happy years, Monopoly became popular, photocopiers were new, and beers sold like hotcakes.

These years were beautiful, and women were more so.

A small chest, long legs and a cute little waist, one that met all those canons was considered a total beauty.

And Barbara Bloom fit the bill.

With her skin almost gray from the lack of sun, her reddish hair and those curves that made even the holiest man drool, she was a beauty, sexy and with piercing eyes, a true woman in the words of some.

She may be physically perfect, but she had a flaw, one that made many scared and intrigued: she was completely bored.

Barbara Bloom was a difficult woman to please, nothing was enough for her, she was bored with the typical words of love, she wanted excitement, she wanted passion, she wanted ... adrenaline.

Triplet: oh beautiful lady-extend you flowers-give me a chance to at least hold your hand

Right now she was surrounded by boys, suitors interested in her hand in marriage. They all had good intentions, but Barb was not interested, she knew they were all boring, none would give her what she wanted.

Barb: Leave me alone group of idiots-angry- you are all boring

Darnell: Oh fair lady please let me kiss your hand

The girl only frowned, those men would not leave and will continue to insist.

???: she is perfect- looking at barb

At the end, a young techno trolls looked at that beauty queen, he was in love with her. Trollex was a young man who worked with his cousin Sinte selling weapons, they saw the town very safe to eat and in all those visits the boy took the opportunity to see his platonic love.

Sinte: you should talk to him- he suggested

Trollex: I don't know, she is the most beautiful in town, and I am ... I

Sinte: nonsense- push it- go for her tiger

Trollex was pushed to where her lover was, he had no choice but to continue until he reached her, while her cousin cheered him on, and then went to her movie theater, which was next to her car. his cousin.

Trollex: h-hi- nervous

Barb raised an eyebrow when she saw him, this guy was handsome, but the most interesting thing was what was hidden in her jacket.

Trollex: I am trollex Ramos and I would like to tell you that you are beautiful- eager

Barb took a closer look at her jacket and she could make out something, and that something she liked.

Trollex: I would also like to tell you that ...

Barb: yes yes yes yes- interrupts him- what is that you have in your jacket?

Trollex: this? -He takes a gun out of her jacket-it's a gun

The boy could see how that girl was excited just by the presence of that deadly device, she was interested and Trollex knew it, this was her opportunity to impress her.

Trollex: this is my gun- coquero- and I have a million of these more, I don't want to show off but I know how to use it- points to a troll a few meters from them

Barb: that's so cool-slaps him hard on the back

By the action of Barb Trollex reacted and accidentally pulled the trigger and the bullet was fired in the direction of the troll head ... Killing that troll almost immediately.

Trollex went pale and thought what he had just done, he had killed someone!

On the part of her, Barb was moved by this action, at first she was a little scared, but that surprise turned into excitement and pleasure, she liked what her eyes had seen, she wanted more.

Trollex: why- for my troll what did I do? - stupefied and pale, but in Barb and how horrified she was at the moment- My troll Barb was not my intention, I did not want ...

Trollex was about to explain himself, but was interrupted by Barb, she suddenly kissed him passionately and lustfully.

He was very surprised by the actions of the female. He saw her and saw passion, interest, excitement in her eyes, he had achieved, at last he had her girl at her feet.

Barb: For my troll Trollex that was so ...- looking for the words- Exciting- she bites her lip ecstatically

Trollex: if you felt that watching me- extends a gun- what did you feel with when we do it together

The girl excitedly picks up the gun and slams her with such excitement, and prodigiously kisses her new boyfriend.

That was where Barb's enemy was going, she saw her rival with her new partner and was repulsed.

Baby Bun: that's your new boyfriend Barb, you got someone just as pathetic as you, they are for each other trash with trash- she teases

The neighbors came out suddenly, it seems that they already noticed the shot.

Trollex: We're not trash - pull out a shotgun - we're Barb

Barb: And trollex-he points his gun at him- saggy ass twenty-something

Both lovers started shooting that troll while laughing madly

After her, they knew that there could be no witnesses, so they began to turn while they shot each person near them, the bodies and blood fell in piles, your bowl at last the massacre began to kiss with the blood still in they.This moment was very exciting for both of them. They had finally found what they wanted, Trollex had the heart of a barb and this she had the excitement and adrenaline that she so desired. After making love to all the blood and bodies as witnesses they knew they had to go. Soon the police would arrive and they are not complaining of being caught, this party had just started.They both headed to the trollex car to continue in a different place.

Trollex: after these my queen- opens the vehicle door 

Barb: Thank you very much my king-she sits

Trollex: - enter the auto-list for the next city?

Barb: through thick and thin, as long as I'm with you, I love you

Trollex: I love you too- cute- at the next stop we will rob a bank and shoot the guard in the face

Barb: GOD COME HERE- she pounced on him to kiss him.

Do you know the legend of the two young lovers with a love of crime?

They live the fast and dangerous life leaving behind caution and bodies.

The flames of Satan have the deadly names of Trollex and Barb.

Trollex and Barb.

High passions where bullets fly with Trollex and Barb.

Trollex and Barb.

Trollex.

And Barb.

Big mouth credits for the song

[haikyupid]

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👍🤡🎂✅👌😃😚😘😊😆😩🤠😀😱😭😔🧙‍♂️😫😉😡🙁🤔🙃😗❤🥰😎😤 I hope these suffice I’m submitting over mobile because I dont know how to emoji other wise.

Why follow:

First and foremost I saw you write cute prompts with cute guys and I thought the request system was pretty neat. And correct me if I’m wrong because it wasn’t explicitly stated in the order but you don’t seem to mind making a fic Gender neutral or even doing a fic for male!characterxmale!reader which is something I really appreciate.

Reasons to start and stay:

I can’t for the life of my remember where I first saw Haikyuu I know I heard of it before watching it. It was probably as simple as earnest sport boys are hot so watch this anime. Still reeling on a single reason I stayed since so many of the guys are just so pretty or hot or both.

Why them:

Full disclosure I had no one in mind when I started writing this submission so most of my brain power is thinking of my favorite character right now. There is so many to choose from but upon further consideration it is Bokuto koutarou (as I typed his last name his first came up in the suggestion bar lol) he is so energetic and screenshots from the manga make him BEEFY he has my heart in his hands. I’m trying really hard to put to words what else is great about my sweet owl boyfriend something about his hair probably.

Letter to you:

You run a very cute blog and I respect your positive attitude even when you’re a user of this hell site. Hopefully it’s not presumptuous that you male x male reader inserts although it would be a lie if I said I don’t care if you do. I hate to seem rude but I hope I actually qualify for this lol I’d feel silly if I didn’t hop on this train soon enough.

I hope this is both sufficient and legible ‘cuz right now I want to thirst a bit over the runner ups for the KING of my heart. To gush a bit more on Bokuto I love art when his shorts ride up and the knee guards have some uncovered skin showing as I have a weakness for thighs TBH. I love the fukurodani boys Akashi and Bokuto are both beautiful, Nekoma has Kuroo the smug sexy noodle boy and Yaku who was this close to catching my heart. I’ll put an end to this here and I hope and pray this all makes sense English is my first and only language but I am not a smart man if I am to be honest.

NOW PLAYING ◃◃   ❙ ❙ ▹▹ CHANGE MY MIND

for bokuto — when his heart long for yours. when your laughter and words evoke a feeling so foreign, yet he welcomes it as the flutter in his stomach continues to intensify. when thoughts of you cloud his mind, leaving him staring blankly at the ceiling of his bedroom wondering if you’re doing the same. when he screams into his pillow at 2 in the early mornings, as the feelings overflow and threaten to burst at any given moment.

ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.

Perhaps it’s the glow of the sunset that makes your features stand out with a tint of gold that makes it hard for me to look away from you. Maybe it’s because of my tendency to want to be surrounded by loud noises that I end up intently listening to you speak, as the two of us walk along the quiet neighborhood with only the muffled sounds of sputtering engines accompanying your voice. It could be that your smile is contagious, and I find myself laughing along with you every time.

But there has to be a reason why I always find myself wanting to be near you- no, to be with you. But what is it? Why am I always longing for your presence?

“Bokuto.”

My eyes go wide from your sudden call of my name. I gulp, and I hope you don’t notice the nervous lump on my throat. “Yeah?” I curse myself as the word comes out in a tremble.

You tilt your head. That’s all you do, but my heart feels as though it’s intoxicated by you, and it suddenly hurts. My heart thumps louder than ever before.

“This is me.” You gesture at the familiar front of your house.

I find myself paralyzed. I can’t move — I refuse to move. I need to hear the words I’ve been longing for you to say to me; for you to say the word ‘stay’ with your lips no longer curved into a smile of farewell, but one that invites me in.

I feel my fingers twitch in an attempt to grab a hold of you and beg you to explain the feelings that continue to beautifully haunt my every waking moment. You should know, you’re the cause of it.

Please, tell me to stay. Then tell me that you crave my presence like I do with yours. That your soul feels lost when you’re not with me. That you want me to hold you in arms while I confess the foreign feelings that I have for you.

“Stay,” I say all of sudden. Shit, shit, shit! Please don’t think I’m weird. Damn this mouth of mine that never shuts.

Silence dawns upon us. It’s awkward, at least for me it is. I can’t bare to meet your eyes — I don’t know if I’ll be star-struck like before, or become too flustered and run far away from where we stand.

You finally break the silence with a: “so, are you going to say something?” You end the sentence with a lighthearted chuckle. You always knew how to lighten the mood, to lessen the awkwardness that I seem to always bring between us. Maybe it’s one of the reasons why you draw me in, like a tidal wave that leads you to a sea of happiness— and I wish for nothing but to be pulled in.

It’s now or never.

I huff in, my chest puffing out as it would in confidence, except I’m doing my best to feint mine. “Please, ask me to stay!” I don’t mean to scream, but the feelings that bubble up inside continue to intensify. I’m afraid that I can only speak ‘shouts’ at this point.

Please, please, please say the word. I need to know if you feel the same. I don’t think I can handle this foreign feelings any longer — I’d burst. So please, say it. Say that you want me to be with you a little while longer. Ask me to stay with you, and tell me… that you love me.

I search for a sign that blatantly tells me that my thoughts are wrong; but as you smile at me differently — one no longer meant for farewells — I find the gears that connects through my heart and mind finally working, and I now know— I now realize that these ‘foreign’ feelings are derived from the love that I feel only for you.

“Stay, Koutarou.” My heart finally bursts.

NOW PLAYING ◃◃   ❙ ❙ ▹▹ NEVER ENOUGH

for bokuto — when his lips linger on yours just for a split second longer than usual, and his mind is suddenly clouded by you and you only, disregarding everything else that was, and comes to mind. when his arms wrap around your waist like a man starved of your presence, but gentle enough as though he wants to protect and cherish you being in his grasp for as long as life allows him; and when his expression perfectly conveys the pure love and adoration that he feels for you, because to him, words are simply not enough to describe it.

ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.

“Koutarou…”

Your voice puts me in a hypnotic haze, one that I want nothing more but to be surrounded by, every second of the day. It doesn’t matter if it leads me to danger, if the true meaning behind your words hide behind a sweet facade, you could coax me to do just about anything with those words and tone of yours.

“You need to leave now.”

Everything except that.

I feel the strings of my heart tug harshly from one direction to another. How is it that your voice, so sweet and alluring like pure honey, is able to produce words that elicits nothing but hurt from within me?

My heart agonizingly aches, yet your smile — that damned smile of yours that I’ve loved and yearned for years — shows nothing but amusement. How?

Do you not love me enough? Am I not worth your time? Do you want me to leave that badly? Have I done something wrong to make you say those—

“Kou,” your hands find itself on each side of my cheeks, cupping it in the most gentle caress only you can convey, “if you don’t leave now, you’ll be late. Akaashi and the team will start worrying, and they’ll end up spamming my messages.”

Oh.

The cooling relief that rushes through my racing heart and mind greatly contrasts the rising heat that climbs from my neck to my flushed cheeks. Can you see the effect you have on me?

Could you possibly blame me for reacting this way? I love you too much. I wouldn’t mind having my heart ache like this if it means that you’re the cause. I won’t have it any other way.

“I’m sorry.” My eyes close, and I instinctively kiss your lips. I hope that through it, you’ll feel the love that overpowers every other emotion that I’m meant to feel. Every responsibility other than deeply loving you being disregarded in mere seconds.

For once, I let my lips linger longer on yours. You don’t pull back, and I hope you never do. If only time will allow it — could we stay like this forever?

My lips are close enough to feel the small tug on the corners of you lips, indicating a small smile is forming. This is familiar, as it’s often followed by a gentle push by your hands that rest on my chest and a “go, you’re going to be late” — but no; this time, you close the gap in a rushed and delicate kiss.

It doesn’t even last a second before you pull away. I long for more. “Please,” I beg you once more.

“No,” you chuckle and suddenly, everything in my vision becomes much brighter and colourful, “you’re going to be late for practice. Just go, and I’ll give you more when you come back.”

“You promise?” I know you always uphold each one, but hearing you say it makes it that much more meaningful to me. A reassurance that I’m the only person to make these kinds of promises with you.

The sides of your eyes crinkle as you grin at me. “I promise,” you say with a honey-like tone. It evokes a different feeling from earlier, this time, it’s warmth.

A breath of relief, one I didn’t know that I’ve been holding in, leaves my body. And as my chest heaves down, I feel the grin only you can make appear decorate my face, and suddenly, I feel like everything’s going how I want it to; as if the world’s on my side.

I love you. I promise to, for as long as the universe lets me. I’ll never get enough of you, in this life and in another.

0 : 00 ──────────♡─ E : ND

bwahahahhaha, i can tell that you most definitely write better than i do even if i haven’t seen an example — but, hopefully you still liked this one. i’m not good at writing at all and i’m not used creating them, but hopefully this was at the very least decent enough for you. forgive me if it’s not…

you’re so nice 🥺👉👈 also, ik we haven’t talked much like at all, but your personality, i love it! the ‘oh, howdy’ had me wanting to talk to you more 🤣 i haven’t been greeted like that in so, so long, i missed it so much. and you do not seem rude at all! ik i haven’t explicitly said that i’m open to writing for every gender, only bcause i thought it was supposed to be common sense? clearly i was being quite ignorant, so i’m really and deeply sorry about that. but yes, i try to cater my content for all genders, unless the requester explicitly asks for their gender/pronouns to be used.

THIGHS FOR LIFE, HECK YEAH! i loooove that akaashi scene where it’s angled from under him and we get a view of his toned thighs and i’m just like 🤤💛💛 yeah, so now i simp for kuroo and akaashi bcause i’ve seen their beautiful thighs; but when i tell you that i’m willing to do anything to get a peak of bokuto’s bare thighs from under those knee guards, i mean it ahahahaha!

[ftmtransthings]

a Serious Post™

check tags for trigger warnings

so, i’m almost finished writing my post about chest binding, and it should be up in the next few days. but every time i make an in-depth post like that, it usually grants me an influx of followers and asks. so that being said, i want to address something with my ask box:

there are certain things that are not appropriate to ask someone.

if you’ve read my ask posts, you know i try to give helpful answers, and will research things i don’t know about or don’t have a lot of experience with. that willingness to do research means that almost nothing is off limits. if you want to ask me what my favourite colour is, do it. if you want to send an ask celebrating a step in your transition, please do. if you want an in-depth post about the health risks of testosterone or top surgery and all the things that can go wrong, ask.

we can talk about light topics, we can talk about heavy topics. i will do my best to answer everything. but there are certain things that i need you all to understand are not okay to ask me

do not ask me how to come out to unsupportive parents. some of you might know that my own coming out experience wasn’t great, and that there were a lot of consequences. i don’t know how to safely come out to transphobic people. i failed to do so myself. if you simply don’t know how to bring up the topic, feel free to ask ! if you’re not sure how to come out at school, ask ! if you don’t know how to explain it to your friends, ask ! but don’t send me an ask saying “my parents are really transphobic and might kick me out if they know i’m trans. how do i come out to them ?” first of all, my advice is going to be don’t. if you think you’ll be in danger, don’t come out. but second of all, i am not an expert and i fucked up my own coming out experience. i don’t want to put someone in danger by giving them bad advice.

do not ask me to talk about discourse. on occasion i’ll post something about dysphoria or someone problematic, but my blog is primarily to offer HELP and ADVICE to trans people. don’t ask me about jk rowling, don’t ask me about trans influencers, don’t ask for controversial or “problematic” opinions. that’s not what this blog is for. if it’s something political that you want me to talk about, like trans health care, that’s one thing. that’s important and it affects us and i understand wanting to open a conversation about it. but don’t come in my ask box and say “hey did you hear what this person said ?” i do not answer asks about discourse.

do not ask heavy questions about mental health. if you want to ask “hey do you have any suggestions on how to alleviate ____ dysphoria”, i will answer and try to help you. but do not come into my ask box and ask me how to help you with s*icidal thoughts, s*lf h*rm, s*xual/domestic ab*se, severe depression, trauma, etc. i don’t know. i am 17, i am not a mental health specialist. not only can those topics be triggering to receive asks about, i don’t want to give advice that will cause more harm than good. those topics require professional help, and i encourage you to seek it. if i could help, i would, but i am not qualified to do so.

do not ask super personal questions. i’m a pretty open person, i’ll talk about a lot, but some things are blatantly inappropriate to ask. don’t ask about my sex life, do not ask about my trauma, do not ask about my family, do not ask about my coming out experience, don’t ask for my fucking deadname. that’s not appropriate to ask anyone, for the record, but especially not a 17 year old.

do not send me creepy asks. i have shared some pictures of me, i think in 3 different posts, and every time i do i get anonymous asks saying weird, creepy shit. don’t call me sexy, don’t ask to be my sugar daddy, don’t say sexual things. i am 17. a minor. a ✨ child ✨. but beyond that, don’t make those comments to ANYONE who doesn’t want to receive them . especially not strangers, damn. i don’t mind harmless compliments, but anything beyond that is not okay.

i’m not asking for a lot, guys. just some basic respect and consideration. i don’t answer asks i find inappropriate, but it makes it really hard to actually help people when my inbox is flooded with asks that i have expressed before that i don’t want to answer.

that being said, i do appreciate getting asks and i enjoy helping my community, and it’s cool that people trust me to give advice. have a great day/night, you guys are great, and hopefully that binding post will be up soon

[jacksonswangsauce]

Friends to Lovers(m)

Johnny Seo x Y/n

What happens when your best friend confesses he’s loved you since day one?

Genre: Smut with slight fluff 

You had seen it coming.

The sudden business, the coming home late and the undeniable drifting apart.

You had tried, you tried your hardest to keep the relationship going but there was nothing left to save.

This was to be expected.

You came home from the store and there she was, on your living room couch. Your replacement, moaning under your boyfriend as if she had the right.

"What the hell?!" You yell, causing them to scramble off of the couch and try to find some coverage.

"Y/N! I-"

"¡Cállate pendeja! I don’t want to hear it." You sass, waving your hand at Carlos.

"Take your little puta and get out of my house, we’re done!" You exclaim, placing your hands on your hips. Watching as they awkwardly put the rest of their clothes on.

Yes, feel the shame! You thought, as Carlos couldn’t even look you in the eyes.

"I loved you Y/N..I’m really sorry-" He attempted to apologize.

But you roughly grabbed his collar and yanked him to your disgusted face.

"Shut the f**k up with the lies Carlos. I’m so sick of your bullshit! Don’t you ever come back here. I never want to see your dumbass again!" You snarl and push him away from you.

You always could scare the shit out of him and your mean face worked every time.

"Little bitch!" You spat as they practically ran out the front door.

Once you were finally alone, it all crashed into you like a tidal wave and you found yourself sobbing in the corner of your kitchen.

You cried and cried but not because everything was over between you and Carlos. They were tears hot with anger and hate. You cried because he actually chose someone else over you. He threw away a whole year and a half for some chick that was an obvious downgrade.

It hurt you to feel as if you weren’t enough. You hated feeling unwanted and alone.

After about two hours of feeling sorry for yourself and angry at your ex, you decide to be productive and get your money out of this.

Your Mamá always told you to "keep the jewelry" but you couldn’t stand looking at the gold chain he’d bought for you.

So you take it to a jewelry store and sell it for $1,000. The one thing he was good at was giving you expensive gifts. Thankfully it comes in handy and you are already feeling better about the breakup.

Once back home, you find yourself reminiscing about all the good times you used to have and it brings back all your emotions again.

So to take your mind off things, you decide to call up your best friend for a night out.

"Hey Y/N!" He picks up after the first ring.

"Johnny hey..listen umm Carlos cheated on me." You sigh into the receiver, feeling your lip quiver. Realizing the effect of saying it out loud.

"What?! That mother f**ker! How dare he! I’ll be right over don’t you worry-" He exclaims but you cut him off.

"No that’s okay, I just wanted to see if you want to go clubbing with me tonight? I really need to get my mind off things." You run a hand through your hair.

"I gotchu’ babygirl, what time should I pick you up?" He asks.

You chuckle at the nickname. "10pm?" You suggest.

"Okay, see you then!" He exclaims, before hanging up.

You smile at your phone screen and make your way to the bathroom to get your glow up on!

After a few hours, you were ready!

You wear a tight red dress with spaghetti straps that just barley covers your thicc ass. It has gray Eastern dragons all over it.

You always thought they were so cool!

For accessories you wear long diamond earrings that almost touch your shoulder and a diamond layered choker. For shoes, sparkly silver pumps.

And of course, your makeup is done to perfection. Winged liner to compliment your slanted eyes, plump red lips, bronze contour to shape your high cheek bones and arched brows for your sassy signature attitude.

Just then the doorbell rings.

"He’s here!" You say excitedly and strut over and open the door.

"Hey Y/N.." He says in a low voice, trying to be seductive.

You both laugh at his playfulness and he finds himself looking you up and down. Noting how absolutely sexy you look tonight.

"Let’s go." He smiles, holding his arm out for you.

Wow..he looks amazing! You think to yourself, checking out his club outfit. He’s wearing tight black skinny jeans, a leather jacket and a snug fitting, white T-shirt. His hair is styled to perfection and you notice his eyes are lined softly with eyeliner.

You smile back and take his arm, letting him lead you to his chic white Hyundai.

Once at the club you immediately get on the dance floor.

You could always get drunk on music, it was your one escape from the world and it affected you more than alcohol.

Johnny knows this, he knows everything about you. You guys have been friends long before you even dated Carlos.

Johnny has always had feelings for you, since the day he met you, he’s always been infatuated by your beauty and easy going personality. But he’s never had the guts to confess to you.

So Johnny makes himself comfortable at the bar and watches you having a good time hoeing around. He‘s sipping a margarita, one of the only drinks you would get, and wishing it was him you were grinding on out there.

You have the attention of all the guys on the dance floor. From your sexy outfit to model-like physic, you are every guys dream!

Johnny is getting more jealous by the minute. So he finally decides to butt in.

"Excuse me.." He says, shoving one of the guys away.

"Johnny!" You whine but he just grabs your wrist and pulls you against him.

"Is this how you treat your date Y/N?" He asks cocking his head and placing his other hand on your lower back.

"No!" You roll your eyes. "I just wanted to dance, geez! But you were over there drinking so I mean..that’s on you." You shrug, beginning to move your hips to the rhythm.

"Okay, sassy pants!" He exclaims, as you start grinding against him. Secretly loving your attitude. It was so attractive and it turned was turning him on.

He bites his lip and turns you around, grinding hard against your ass.

Then the club plays your favorite reggaetón song and you and Johnny lose it.

You taught him how to dance this Latin rhythm and together, you slayed it. Rubbing against his leg that was in between yours. His hips rocking to the music and guiding you with his hands.

Dancing together was something you and Johnny had perfected over the years. It was one of the many talents you shared and loved to show off when together.

You and Johnny dance for another hour and decide to take a break in the lounge area.

It’s empty except for the two of you.

He plops down on a couch and you join him, downing a bottle of cool water.

"Want a sip?" You ask, holding it out to him.

He nods gratefully and takes a few gulps.

"Thanks.." He says breathlessly, wiping his mouth.

"Ya know..that was an indirect kiss." He smirks, nudging you with his shoulder.

You roll your eyes and chuckle. "Johnny you’re too much."

"Maybe.." He chuckles. "How are you feeling though Y/N?" He asks, eyes filled with concern. "You okay..?"

"Yeah I’m fine." You smile. "I don’t even care anymore, he obviously wasn’t the one.." You shrug and finish the bottle of water.

Johnny lets out a sigh of relief. He was so glad you were over it already. He hated when you were feeling any ounce of pain, emotionally and physically.

"Y/N..I-I need to tell you something..." He says, suddenly.

This is my chance to finally let you know how I feel tonight... He thinks to himself.

You turn your body towards him.

"What is it?" You ask, curiosity flooding your mind as he takes a deep breath and nervously plays with his shirt cuffs.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, concerned by his sudden loss of confidence.

Johnny was always confident and playful but now, he couldn’t even meet your eyes. Something was up!

"Johnny..you can tell me..." You almost whisper, even though you guys are alone.

He finally meets your eyes and takes your warm hands in his.

"Y/N..I.." His eyelids flutter at your breathtaking face, now so dangerously close to his.

"I’m in love with you!" He blurts out, squeezing your hands tight as he says it.

Finally, out loud and into the universe.

Your eyes widen in surprise. Never in a million years did you think that Johnny Seo was even interested in you that way!

Your mind jumbles with so many thoughts and you can’t even think of a response.

"I’m sorry..I shouldn’t have said anything. God, I always ruin everything!" He immediatley regrets his decision and turns his head away in embarrassment.

But you reach out and turn it back to face you.

You meet his sparkly brown eyes, realizing the truth of his words were always hidden deep inside those beautiful eyes. The eyes you’d been looking into for 7 years, had always been telling you the same thing.

And finally, the truth had been revealed.

"Johnny.." Your eyes trail down to his plump lips and he follows his gaze to yours.

You pull him into a kiss and immediatley everything becomes clear.

"I love you too!" You smile, pulling away to meet his eyes again.

He grins in relief. "I’ve always wanted to do that with you.." He sighs, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You sigh as he gently caresses your face.

"I was just too afraid we’d ruin our friendship so I kept my feelings inside." He explains. "I didn’t want to lose what we already had.."

"I’m so sorry it took me so long to realize this." Your apologetic eyes say it all.

"Y/N.." He sighs, kissing you again, a little deeper this time.

Johnny couldn’t be happier that you said you loved him too! He couldn’t contain his excitement as he kissed you hungrily. He’d always dreamed of this moment and now it was finally coming true.

"It’s always been you! I was never in love with those other guys. I was in love with you..it was you..." He kisses you inbetween your breathless words, hands trailing the sides of your body.

You run your hands through his thick locks and he melts against your touch. "I’m sorry Johnny..I’m sorry.." You mumble into his mouth.

"Shh Y/N..it’s okay." He hushes you, brushing the hair out of your face to look at you.

"The fact that you’re here with me right now, saying you love me...is more than enough." He says, tenderly gazing into your eyes.

"I do..I love you Johnny." You smile, softly kissing his lips.

Between the passion, pent up frustration and desire, things begin to heat up quickly!

"Are you sure about this?" You ask, as he places you on his lap.

"Lines exist, only to be crossed Y/N..." He licks his lips sensually and you feel your heat throbbing with anticipation.

He was so unbelievabley charming and sexy. From his gorgeous face to long legs and toned body, you were melting in his arms.

"I’d be lying if I said I never imagined this moment." You admit, looking up at him with your bedroom eyes.

He watches as you slide off the straps of your dress and pull it down to reveal your breasts.

His mouth waters at the sight.

"You just gonna’ sit there and watch?" You smirk, and lean a little closer to entice him.

He licks his lips and slides off his jacket.

"You’re so sexy Y/N!" He groans, pulling you into him. He massages your breasts and tongues it out in your mouth.

You never imagined his kisses could taste so good.

"F**k!" He gasps as you start grinding against his crotch.

"I-I want you.." You sigh, kissing his neck and leaving lipstick stains all over.

"Hold up.." He suddenly gets up and locks the lounge room door.

Then he turns to face you and practically rips off his shirt and pulls down his skinny jeans.

"F**k I’m so horny babe!" He mutters as he slides your dress off of you, along with your black lace thong.

He pauses for a moment, eyes gazing over your naked body.

"You’re..gorgeous!" He exclaims, admiring your gleaming caramel skin tone and hourglass figure. "So..sexy.." He says saucily, tracing his finger tips along your thicc thighs.

"Johnny just hurry up and f**k me already!" You whine, rubbing your legs together for some relief.

"Is that what you want?" He asks, hovering over you.

"You want to wrap your tight little p**sy around my cock? Let me f**k you so good you  can’t stop saying my name?!" He grunts in your ear, palming his clothed member.

"Yes..oh please Johnny!" You throw your head back in frustration.

Hearing you beg for him with so much desperation was the sexiest thing ever!

Quickly, he pulls down his boxers. His very erect and pulsing dick, springs out, just dripping in pre cum.

You lick your lips at the sight.

"Like what you see princess?" He asks, spreading your legs as you lay back on the couch.

You seductively bite your lip and nod, earning a chuckle from Johnny.

"You ready babe?" He asks, lacing his fingers with yours.

"Hell yeah!" You exclaim, just as he finally enters you.

You close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling of him inside you.

He reaches down and kisses your lips ever so slowly, matching the pace of his gentle pumps.

He wants to cherish this sweet moment of having sex with you for the first time but also wants to f**k you senseless.

"Johnny..faster.." You whine, licking his bottom lip.

"Okay princess!" He exclaims, before bending your knees into his chest and pumping his dick all the way in.

"Oh..OH Johnny!" You moan, as he pickes up the pace, thrusting faster.

"Ohhh yeah.." He moans, eyes rolling back as you clench around him.

"John-n-y!" You grip the sides of the couch.

"That’s it baby, say my name!" He groans, holding your knees for support.

"Forget..all the-OTHER.. mmph guys babe." He  pants, thrusting faster and faster.

"Who f**ks you like this huh? Who makes you feel this good?!" He grunts, pumping with all his strength.

"Johnnyyy!" You yell, digging your nails into his sweaty shoulders.

The sounds of skin slapping echo against the walls as he continues to slam into you.

"Ohhh...yes Johnny. Right there!" He angles himself to hit your g-spot and it feels amazing!

"Oh baby! You like that? You like how I f**k you so hard? Make you cum all over my dick?!" He’s shouting as his pace is animalistic, rocking the couch underneath you.

You’re a moaning mess, feeling your climax nearing.

"I’m gonna fill you up! Pump you full with my cum.." He feels his balls quaking, about to release any second.

"Uhhhh Y/N!" One last thrust and he’s shooting his load into you. Orgasming and shuddering with pleasure.

As he milks his orgasm, you feel yourself on the verge of climaxing.

"Johnny..I’m gonna'-"

"Do it baby! Cum on my dick you gorgeous sex queen!" He kisses your shoulder and rubs your breasts as you realease all over his cock.

"Ohhhh.." You close your eyes and see stars as you twitch and orgasm underneath him.

Johnny is still kissing and sucking on your neck and breasts, unable to get enough of you!

"Johnny.." You sigh, opening your eyes to see this beautiful man before you.

"Y/N.." He smiles at you lovingly and gives you a peck on the lips. Then another and another!

"God I love you!" He exclaims, holding you tight in his arms, not wanting the moment to be over.

He loved the feeling of your hot and naked bodies intertwined and connected with each other.

But you both knew you couldn’t stay in this club forever! So Johnny sat up and his dick pulled out with a pop.

You gasped at the sudden lack of warmth and shivered.

Johnny quickly grabbed your clothes and handed them to you, not wanting you to be cold.

"Thank you!" You smile gratefully, pulling on your dress and thong.

"Of course babe!" He winks, stepping into his boxers. His love muscle put away until the next time.

You stand up and step into your glittery heals and check your makeup as Johnny continues to dress.

Everything stayed on surprisingly! Except for your red lipstick, which was very faded.

You glide on some more color and fix your hair.

"Ready?" He asks, holding his hand out for you.

"Yes!" You smile, taking it and letting him lead you through the crowd and out into the night.

You feel a blast of cold right as you walk out of the club, causing you to shiver.

Johnny quickly takes off his leather jacket and drapes it across your narrow shoulders.

He places an arm around you and holds you against his side for warmth as you walk to his car.

"That dress is really nice Y/N but you’re gonna catch a cold!" He exclaims, opening the car door for you.

"I have your jacket! I’ll be fine." You smile, before he shuts the door.

"Johnny..?" You call, as he starts up the car and turns on the heat.

"Hmm?" He hums, messing with the radio.

"Can I stay at your place tonight? I wanna stay with you." You admit, playing with the hem of your dress.

"Of course babe! You’re always welcome at my house." He grins and kisses your cold hand.

"God your hands are freezing!" He exclaims, rubbing your hand with his.

"I’m fine, as long as I’m with you." You smile, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

You immediatley fall asleep from exhaustion and Johnny just smiles at you.

He still can’t believe how perfect this night has been!

As he drives to his house, he holds your soft hand in his, steeling glances at your sleeping figure a few times.

At his house...

Johnny gets out of the car and opens your door. He kisses your cheek, waking you up.

"Y/n..we’re here." He says softly.

You smile, tiredly and get out of the car. You’re a little wobbly considering your heels, exhaustion and the mind blowing sex you just had.

"Careful-" He warns, holding you up as you walk to the door.

As he unlocks it, you rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, feeling as if you could fall asleep right there at his front door.

Johnny chuckles lightly and picks you up, bridal style, and carries you into his house.

After shutting the door with his foot, he brings you into his bedroom and lays you down on his bed.

He gazes lovingly at you for a moment, admiring your peaceful face as you’re falling asleep.

Gently, he removes your high heels and places them on the floor. Then he carefully takes off your jewlerey, so you don’t ruin them, and places them on the night stand next to you.

He then pulls the blankets over you and tucks you in tightly, making sure you are nice and warm.

He quietly tip toes into the bathroom and comes back with a pack of makeup wipes. He knew better than to let you sleep with your makeup on. And he’s already seen you without it hundreds of times so he knew you were comfortable with it.

So he gently wipes off your makeup with peach infused extract for a nice clean glow.

He smiles to himself, thinking you look so pretty in his bed, with your gorgeous bare face.

He throws the wipes away and decides to join you.

Stripping off his clothes, except for a fresh pair of undies, he climbs into the soft bed with you.

You stir at the sudden movement and turn over to him.

Once under the covers, he finds your hand and holds it tight before falling into a deep sleep.

In the morning...

You open your eyes to find Johnny’s beautiful face only a few inches from yours.

You smile and ever so lightly, touch his cheeks. Then you softly trace your finger over his nose. You let it graze over his eyebrows and down his face to his sharp chin.

His eyes flutter open and he smiles once he sees you.

"Y/N.." He says, in his raspy morning voice.

You giggle and scoot closer to him as he kisses your forehead.

"Did you sleep well gorgeous?" He asks, stroking you head thoughtfully.

You nod. "The best sleep I’ve had in a while!"

"Good.." He grins, pulling you into his arms.

You kiss his bare chest and rest your face in it, loving the warmth against you.

He holds you in his arms and cuddles you for a while.

Then you shift positions and accidentally brush against his crotch, more than once!

He tries not to think about it. But as you continue to rub on him, he can’t help feeling horny after a while

"Y/N.." He grunts, as you shift again.

"Hmm?" You hum, looking at his face.

"I’m getting really horny babe!" He groans, reaching down to massage his dick.

"So am I!" You giggle, earning a surprised laugh from Johnny.

"Did you do that on purpose?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

You nod your head, giving him a sly look.

"Come here.." He says, pulling you into a kiss.

You part your mouth and let him shove his hot tongue inside, letting it dance around with yours. He places his leg around you and starts grinding his hips into your crotch.

You let out a soft moan and kiss him harder, sucking and pulling at his lower lip.

"Mmm babe.." He moans against your mouth.

Then he sits up and you straddle his lap.

"Hurry..take off your dress! I want to see you naked." He says excitedly, pulling off his undies as you strip off your own clothes.

You grin sexily, toss it aside and wrap your body around Johnny. Wanting him to feel your breasts rubbing against his chest.

"Oh Y/N.." He moans, rubbing his shaft under you and feeling the pre cum leaking out of his tip.

You reach down and massage his balls in your hand, causing him to twitch and moan for you.

"Y/N..uhh"

He kisses your jaw line and down your neck as you pump his dick in your hand. He pants and thrusts into your hand, so desperate for a release.

"Don’t tease..babe.." He pants, wanting his dick inside you already!

You kiss his lips and then angle yourself at his tip. He holds his breath and watches intently as you slide down on him.

"Ohhhhhh!" He lets out a glorious moan, throwing his head back.

You hold onto his shoulders for support as you start going up and down on his dick.

"Oh baby.." He starts thrusting up and quickens the pace, earning a moan from you.

His delicious cock filling you up and making you feel so good.

"Johnny..uhhh." You pant as he takes your left breast in his mouth, licking your nipple as he pumps his dick harder.

He’s licking and sucking in time with his thrusts, making you bounce up and down.

He loves your f**ked out expression as you near your release.

"C’mon babe..cum for me! Cum for Johnny!" He grips your ass and squeezes you tight, pumping and thrusting as fast as he can.

He’s grunting and moaning, trying to make you cum for him.

"Say my name princess! OH- hurry!" He moans, reaching his climax as well.

"Johnny..ohhh!" You’re almost there! One last pump and..

"F**k-JOHNNYYYYY!" You let out a yell as you orgasm and cum on his dick.

"That’s right baby..oooo-" He feels himself about to cum.

"Oh Y/N..Ohhh Y/N! I’m gonna-a-" He grunts and pants, thrusting fast and sloppy.

"Uhh-h..ssss...Uhhhhhhhhh!"

Johnny releases his load into you, some of it drips out because of your position.

He rides out his orgasm and looks at you, trying to catch his breath.

You kiss his parted lips and pull yourself off his dick, letting his cum slide down your caramel thighs.

"Oh f**k Y/N, that’s hot!" He says, looking at you with hooded eyes.

Your eyes never leave his as you wipe a little with your finger and bring it you your mouth; pumping and sucking on it seductively.

Johnny is in awe, feeling himself getting hard again.

Quickly, he yanks your hand out of your mouth.

"Stop Y/N!" He laughs. "Or we’re never going to leave this bed!" He grips you wrist and you smirk at him.

"F**k, I love you so much!" He grins, kissing your cheek.

"I love you too Johnny Seo!" You smile then your stomach growls. "But I’m really hungry.." You pout cutely.

Johnny’s heart melts.

"Aww my princess is so adorable!" He coos, placing a hand over his heart. "Lets go make some breakfast." He exclaims, getting up.

"Pancakes?" He suggests, knowing they’re your favorite.

"Yeah!" You exclaim. "With chocolate chips and strawberries!" You jump up excitedly.

"Anything you want baby!" He laughs at your excitement and throws you a pair of pajamas to wear. He has a whole drawer full of your clothes from over the years. Which really comes in handy when you spend the night.

After you’re both in some comfy pajamas, you spend the morning cooking breakfast together.

And that’s how every morning went after that because Johnny wasted no time in asking you to marry him. He didn’t want anyone to snatch you away again and he knew he wanted to spend everyday of his life with you by his side.

Of course you said yes! He was the man of your dreams and you loved him with all of your heart.

So you guys got married ASAP and lived together in his beautiful house. Having the best sex, laughing the happiest laughs, cooking the best meals and cherishing every single moment together.