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lostgirlmuseum · 7 months
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Stuck (2)gether
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(image from Pinterest ^) Summary: A continuation of Stuck Together, Bucky deals with the aftermath of now knowing what it’s like to be so close to you. He misses it. He’s scared of it. He needs it.
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Warning: None I don’t think, just some fluff and an awkward Bucky. Oh and implied wet socks (DON'T WORRY, NOT EXPLICIT)
A/N: Yes I think im very funny with the title lol
Previously…
You wonder what you did to make him so revolted by you.
Little do you know, at that very moment, Bucky is resisting every urge to run back to you.
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Bucky woke up the next morning feeling lost. Like there was something missing. Before his groggy brain could put it together, he saw his phone light up with a reminder that he was meeting Sam to go on a jog. He quickly got up and got dressed, trying to ignore that weird nagging feeling that a piece of him was gone.
Seeing as he lives on the fourth floor of the tower, he could’ve very easily taken the stairs to level one. It’s not like he got winded often. But something compelled him to take the elevator.
Right as the odd feeling had started to dissipate, the elevator doors opened. And there you were.
It all came crashing back to him. 
Fu-
“Oh, hey Buck.” You smiled.
“Hi.” He briefly considered not getting on. He could take the stairs. But there you stood, and he felt the urge to stand right next to you.
“What floor?” You asked.
He looked at the buttons. He saw “12” glow a faint yellow.
“Twelve.” 
“Oh, me too.” 
“Yes.”
Yes? What does that even mean? Just be cool Barnes. Be cool—
Your sweet voice interrupted his internal panic.
“Nice. With how hot it’s been lately, I figured I should take advantage of the pool.”
He finally noticed the towel you were carrying.
“Yeah, same.” He crossed his arms.
“You’re heading to the pool too?” 
“Yeah.”
“What are the chances?” You politely laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go swimming.”
“I swim.” 
Despite his horrible conversational skills, he doesn’t want this elevator ride to end.
“I don’t doubt it.” 
There came an awkward lull in the conversation. He felt guilty for not only lying about where he was headed, but even more so for his lack of interesting responses. The least he could do was be engaging.
Either you gave up on him, or you lost interest, because neither of you said another word as you exited the elevator, and walked down the hall into the pool room.
He stood and watched as you grabbed a chair and draped your towel over it. You two were the only ones there. He continued to watch as you took off your t-shirt and stepped out of your shorts, revealing a navy bathing suit underneath. You stacked your clothes neatly on the chair, and pulled your hair back. You ambled up to the edge of the pool and dipped your toe in. Then you turned around and saw him staring right back at you, unmoving.
“Where’s your swimsuit?” You tilted your head.
“Um.” He looked at you blankly for a solid three seconds. He realized there was a significant hitch in his plan. Could he make an excuse and just leave? Yes. Was he going to? No. Because all logic went out the window the minute the elevator doors opened and he saw you. He’s acting on the instinct to be near you, and not leave your side, no matter what. “I didn’t bring it.”
“Oh, I know what you’re doing.” You laughed.
Oh jeez. You’ve caught him. He’s mortified. He can’t even explain the feelings coursing through his veins, and yet you’ve already figured him out.
“Swimming fully clothed, yeah? I’ve heard it’s a good skill to learn, never know when you might be in a situation where you unexpectedly find yourself in a body of water, especially in our line of work.”
He nodded. 
You turned back to the water and took a step up on the diving block. You got in position and dove into the water, leaving Bucky with his jaw dropped at how you just found his excuse for him.
“You coming in, or what?” You called, wading in the pool.
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“I’m here, sorry,” Bucky started his apologies to Sam the minute he found him waiting on a bench in the lobby.
“Man, where were you? I thought we were meeting for a run. And why the hell are you dripping?” 
“Sorry, I got held up.”
“Doing what? Did you forget to take your clothes off in the shower?”
“No.”
“Okay…” Sam looked Bucky up and down, taking in the way his shirt clung to his chest, the messy damp hair, and the literal puddle he stood in. “Buck, I’m waiting for an explanation on why you’re drenched.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Weird dude. You’re being weird. I mean, you’re always weird, but especially right now.”
“Are we running, or not?” He groaned.
“With those squeaky ass shoes? I’m thinking not.”
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Around lunch time, Bucky had found you alone in the kitchen, making a sandwich. Your hair was still a bit damp from the pool earlier, but so was his. 
“Oh!” You jumped, “You snuck up on me!”
“Sorry,” he blushed. 
Next thing he knew, he was standing right beside you, behind the kitchen island. 
You seemed just as surprised at his proximity, he usually stayed a fair distance away from everyone. Minus Steve, maybe.
He mumbled something, searching your face.
“What?” You asked.
“Um, what are you making?”
“Just a sandwich.”
“What kind of sandwich?”
“I don’t know, I kinda grabbed whatever I could find from the fridge.”
He felt himself smile.
“What?” You laughed, noticing his weird reaction.
“You’ve got—” he paused, hesitating to bring his hand up, “here, I got it.” 
He brought his thumb to your left cheekbone, carefully wiping away a smudge of mustard you had managed.
“Oh,” you giggled. But he didn’t take his hand away. He just let it lightly hover, looking wistfully from his hand by your cheek to your glittering eyes.
“Is that sandwich for me?” Tony’s voice penetrated the bubble Bucky had found himself in. 
Immediately, Bucky brought his arms to his sides and stepped away from you, backing up a ridiculous five feet.
He saw a glimpse of hurt and confusion on your face, but it quickly dissipated into a teasing smile.
“Sorry Iron Man, but this sandwich is mine.” You crossed your arms.
“Well, this kitchen is mine. My kitchen, my rules, yeah?”
“Alright, just take the sandwich.”
“Is that yellow or Dijon mustard I see on it?”
“Yellow.”
“Damn. I prefer Dijon.” Tony quipped back.
Bucky did what he did best, standing and watching from afar.
Tony glanced over at him and back at you. The man leaned over the counter.
“Come here.” He gestured for you to lean in.
You gave him a suspicious look but stepped closer, leaning over the island.
Tony brought his hand up to where Bucky had just had his, and swiped.
“Weird, I thought I saw a smudge of something.” Tony teased, looking back over at Bucky.
Bucky felt his cheeks flush. Damn Stark, and having to ruin everything. Bucky didn’t care how you responded, he suddenly felt the urge to get the hell out. 
“Buck–” he heard you start to call, but he was already half-way out the door.
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Bucky was laying face down on his bed when he heard the knock at his door.
“Who is it?” He grumbled.
There was no response.
“Hello?”
Begrudgingly, he rolled out of bed and opened the door. No one was there. He looked down and finally noticed the note at his feet. He glanced down the empty hallway before picking up the small paper and going back into his room.
“Meet me in my room in 5 minutes. Go ahead in, I’ll be there soon.
                        From, Y/N”
His heart started to race. 
You were inviting him into your room? Your space. God, this has got to be a dream. Finally, he can be close to you and not worry about anyone interrupting. His head was so clouded with the anticipation of you that he didn’t even think to wonder what you wanted to meet him for. Or why you felt the need to put it in a note.
You said to meet in five minutes, but he couldn’t help himself. He left immediately for your room and was three minutes early. He tugged at his hair for a minute, and rocked on his heels. He couldn’t take it. What’s two minutes?
He knocked on your door and it creaked open. 
He let himself in, like you asked, and nearly sat on the edge of your bed, but thought it too intimate, opting for your cozy chair in the corner. It smelled like you. 
Soon after, he heard steps coming down the hall and closer to your door.
He tried to keep his body still, but he wanted to meet you halfway. He’d never felt so impatient.
The door slowly started to open…
Bucky blanched. 
“Peter?” 
“I’m really sorry about this Sergeant Barnes.” The kid gave him apologetic eyes.
“Sorry about w—” Bucky didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, Peter shot two webs, both landing perfectly in place where Bucky’s arms rested on the chair.
“Mr. Starks orders.” Peter burst out, right before making his quick exit out the door.
Before Bucky could even start to badger the kid, two faces appeared in the doorway.
“Stark! What the fuck is going on?!” Bucky yelled, and turned his attention to the other body. “Wilson, I swear to fucking god—”
“Cool it Tin Man, this is for your own good,” Tony started, “this way you have to confront your feelings for Y/N.”
“I don’t have feelings for—” Bucky started to bark back, but Sam interrupted from the doorway.
“Don’t lie, Buck, I talked to Y/N earlier. You were late because you went swimming, fully clothed, just to be near her. That’s crazy!”
“Psychotic, really,” Tony added. 
“Desperate, is what it is.” Sam pointed. “Sorry to do this to you, really, but it’s for your own good. And hers too.”
The men started to close the door, and Bucky seethed, “Don’t you dare, I will kill you both!”
He was seeing red.
Stark's muffled remark came behind the door.
“Good luck, we’re rooting for you!”
“STARRRRKK—”
He tried thrashing, but it was useless. He was feeling murderous. The chair bumped onto the ground as he repeatedly attempted to stand up and free his wrists from their confines.
But his anger swiftly turned to panic the second he sensed footsteps and heard your light humming nearing the door.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered, willing the web to dissolve.
But it was too late. You opened the door, and spotted him immediately.
“Wha—Bucky?”
“Hey, hi, yeah,”
“Are you alright?” You asked, looking around the room for any other unusual signs. “What are you doing here? Is that Peter’s web?”
“You see, I can explain,” he started, already breathless.
“Okay…” 
“Um, I got a note from you saying to meet you in your room, and so that’s why I’m here. Obviously, you didn’t write it, but I didn’t know that at the time so I let myself in, but then Parker popped out of nowhere, webbed me to the chair, and then Stark and Sam appeared and said stuff and essentially this is all an elaborate prank on behalf of them.”
You just looked at him.
“You’re looking at me like I’m crazy, I get it, it sounds unbelievable, but I swear to god that is what happened.”
“Relax, Bucky, I believe you. I just don’t get the joke.” You crossed your arms, lost in thought.
“They’re twisted, who knows what they are ever thinking.”
“I just don’t understand why they’d do this.”
“I don’t know, they wanted us to talk, it’s stupid.” He rolled his eyes.
“Talk? About what?”
Bucky didn’t answer. But he didn’t have to. A look of realization and a twinge of shame crossed your face.
“Oh, is this about the other day? Bucky, I’m really sorry. I was just trying to help you get the web off, I didn’t know I’d get stuck to you. I’m really, really, sorry, I never would have done it if I’d known. I know you value your space, and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I apologize.”
Bucky started to sputter, not even sure how to correct how wrong you were.
“Oh my gosh! And now you’re trapped in my room, it’s happening again. I’m sorry, you probably want to be as far away as possible from me right now. I’ll go find the web dissolver, I’ll give you space,”
“No, I don’t want space.” He blurted. Well, no going back now. “I want to be…close to you.” He whispered, ducking his head in humiliation.
You simply shook your head, not understanding.
“I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing. Ever since we got stuck together, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being close to you. I don’t know what’s happened to me, maybe it’s just that I haven’t been so close to another person in so long, or something else is wrong with me. I see you and I’m itching to be closer. It’s like when the web dissolved a magnet took its place. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Why do you assume I don’t feel the same way?”
“You—” Bucky blinked, “you what?”
“Maybe I like being close to you too? Maybe I’m embarrassed because you started to run away from me?”
“Fuck, I know, I’m sorry, it’s just a new feeling for me and I don’t completely understand it, and I don’t want Stark making me feel like a fool.” He hung his head. “Which he’s doing a really good job of right now.”
“Forget Stark, he can be a raging asshole.” You spotted the way he was struggling against the restraints. “Let me make a quick call, and then we can continue this conversation.”
You quickly picked up your phone, tapped around, and held the phone to your ear. It rung three times before someone answered.
“Peter?… No, I’m not angry…Yes, I am disappointed...Just bring the web solution…No, he won’t kill you…Yes, I promise…Okay, hurry.”
You hung up and turned your attention back to Bucky.
“So, you like me?”
He felt his cheeks warm. 
“I mean… yeah. Is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay, Bucky.” You smiled.
A minute or two later Peter knocked on the door, and peeked his head in with the formula.
“Please don’t be disappointed in me. I was just listening to Mr. Stark.” He begged you, his eyes wide looking into yours.
“Fine, I’m not disappointed.” You relented, always merciful. “But let this be a lesson in establishing boundaries. And I think I need to have a chat with Tony about taking advantage of you.”
“Thank you, thank you.” He sighed, handing you the bottle and rag.
“But, I think you owe someone else an apology.”
Peter looked Bucky in the eyes for the first time since the door opened. 
“I’m really sorry Sergeant Barnes. That wasn’t cool of me. It won’t happen again.”
“Whatever, just get outta here, kid.” He gave a small wave of his hand, which looked a bit awkward considering his forearms were still glued down.
That was pretty much as close as Bucky could get to accepting an apology.
Peter scurried off and you got to work on freeing Bucky.
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Bucky was snuggled against you on the couch. He squeezed you tight, his big arms wrapped around your body. He had his head resting on your chest, and you were rubbing small circles on his back.
You had both been there for nearly an hour, unmoving from your spot.
Bucky heard you mumble a stern, “Behave,” to Tony when he walked in. Knowing he was defeated, he put his arms up in protest and walked on by without a single quip. Truly a feat for Iron Man.
He couldn’t be happier, being so close to your warmth.
Bucky didn’t know a lot of things. Like why he wasn’t dead yet, how Tony Stark could be such a pain, and what the hell is flan? But he did know one thing. That being close to you was the most perfect thing. It just feels right. You feel right. And he’s elated to know that there are a million more cuddles to come.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope this lived up to the first part, or at least was somewhat close? I hope you have a wonderful day, and let me know what you think!
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queenphanessa · 2 months
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Hi, I hope you're having a good day! ^-^
Can I request Arlecchino x Fem!Reader? Maybe suggestive fluff where she gets possessive and does marking/biting on reader?
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Note: Thank you! I hope you're having a good day too! I'm sorry I took a while with this! 😭 I hope you like it!
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The Knave was not an easily troubled woman. If she can weather foes, her workload as a Harbinger, the rowdy orphans under her care, and her own irksome colleagues, then something like a few unworthy eyes gazing upon you was nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
From her room at Hotel Debord, she looked out her window and saw you. You were so cute with the way you were indulging in your pastime of observing some clockwork meka on this hot sunny day, smiling as they delicately served you macarons that had been provided by the President of Spina Di Rosula.
Speaking of the president, she sure had an eye for fashion, didn't she? Thanks to her, you were adorned in a frilly corset top and a skirt that barely came above your knees. You were nothing but sweet smiles and giggles as Navia posed with you—standing a bit too close to you for Arlecchino's liking, but she deemed her to be harmless—while one of her bodyguards took a picture of you both.
Yes, you were indeed a lovely sight. And it seemed that numerous onlookers thought so as well. Those at the nearby cafe drank you in along with their coffee and people who were in the process of making wishes at the fountain paid no mind to the coins that were carelessly slipping from their fingers as they leered at you. Arlecchino followed the direction of their gazes—only a few of them for the sake of her mood—and realized they were paying close attention to the swell of your chest that your top accentuated and generous sight of your luscious thighs that came into view as you walked to share treats with Spina Di Rosula's president. You certainly were a feast for the eyes.
But a feast that only her eyes were worthy of devouring.
Later that evening, you went to her hotel room to visit her. Being seen visiting a Harbinger at night might cause some whispers, but your beloved was set to leave Fontaine first thing in the morning, so you just had to get as much time with her in as possible.
The second you went through the door, a familiar set of blackened arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace.
"Darling, welcome." The Knave wasted no time. She was quick to lock the door behind you before returning her attention to you and peppering your neck with kisses. "You enjoyed yourself today, no?" She toyed with the frills of your top, twirling them around her finger until it was pressed against where your nipple was. "I simply adore your new outfit."
"O-Oh, yes..." You couldn't help but stutter when she got touchy like this. "Miss Navia has been very kind to me."
Arlecchino hummed thoughtfully. "Perhaps a little too kind." She gave your top a little tug. "It's a lovely outfit she put you in, but it's much too enchanting. Something like this," she tugged harder, exposing one of your breasts and cupping it in her hand, prompting a small squeak from you, "should be illegal to be seen by eyes other than my own." Marveling in the flustered state she put you in, she slowly dragged her tongue along your neck, before biting down. "In Fontaine's land of ludicrous laws, that shouldn't be out of place, right?" The following morning, Arlecchino had already left Hotel Debord and you were left alone in bed with the sheets wrapped around your naked body in lieu of her loving arms.
But it wasn't as if she had left you without any... "mementos".
When you woke up, the first thing you did was head to the bathroom. And there you saw them and were reminded of the Knave's seldom seen mischievous side.
Where kisses once graced your neck lay a trail of bite marks with the Knave's favorite shade of lipstick, going from your neck, your collarbone, and even to your breasts.
Of course, the thighs that Arlecchino always gave her affection to were not missed. Not a single place on your thighs was left without a bite mark with special attention having been given to your inner thighs. On her way back to Snezhnaya, Arlecchino received word from one of her informants in Fontaine that her lover was quite flustered and indignant to the point of angrily shouting her name.
All Arlecchino could do was chuckle and look forward to the next time she would mark her territory.
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lloromanic0 · 2 months
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HI sorry for the delay here’s the post I promised. xo love u all
I dreamed about this last night and had to write it.
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(Can you tell that his mohawk era is my favorite?)
Fucking with Bill while he’s on tour (fem! reader)
At last the day that were the most excited about arrived. Last year you were able to get VIP tickets to meet your favorite band, Tokio Hotel, before their concert. You were thrilled you loved all the members but you had a special spot for the vocalist Bill Kaulitz, there was just something about him that attracted you so much.
You got to the meeting location half and hour before some girls already lined up, you didn’t expect to see many people because VIP tickets were a pain in the ass to get, and you knew how lucky you were to be able to get them. The 30 minutes passed by quickly, in groups of 5 the security let the people waiting come inside, you waited excitingly for your turn to come, you wanted to impress Bill in some way but you figured that just being yourself and being kind to him was the best option, before coming you even got him a small bouquet of yellow roses hopping he would like them.
It was finally your turn, you sat down with the rest of the girls and the four boys sat across from you, you got lucky enough to sit in front of Bill, he greets you with a small have a soft smile which you mimic. You all had a small talk every one took turns on telling something about themselves or asking something to the members,when the chatting time was up you all got to take pictures with the band.
As your turn got closer you started to get nervous to give the flowers to Bill, during the chatting time you noticed that he was looking at you many times, you didn’t want to sound crazy but you knew what you saw he was definitely checking you out.
It was finally your turn you approached them, greeting them all individually, Bill was the last one, after hugging him tightly you pulled away handing him the roses.
“It’s nothing special but I hope it’s of your liking…” you said while smiling at him, your face was so hot and red you felt like you could explode at any time. He took the flowers in his hands while grinning at you.
“You’re so sweet thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it, I’m happy you liked it.”
He stared in your eyes for a second.
“You’re very red sweetheart are you feeling alright?”
The nickname he used for your almost making you melt why did he make you feel like that you wanted him so bad.
“O-oh I’m sorry I actually woke up a bit under the weather today..” you lied with all the teeth in your mouth. He chuckled at your response not believing a single word that had just came out of your mouth, he didn’t say anything so that you wouldn’t be even more embarrassed.
“Okay guys let’s take these pictures quickly we need to hurry.”
You stood next to Bill, giving him a side hug, he was so warm and smelled so good you wanted to stay like this forever, his hand placed on your hip making your heart beat fast, he lightly stroked your hip, as a reaction you cleared your throat.
“You can get the pictures at the reception.” Said the photographer.
As you were about to walk away Bill grabbed your arm as he if wanted to tell you something, he got in front of you so no one could see you both.
He bends down a little to hug you again, and whispers in your ear.
“You were lovely, I want to see you again.”
You felt his hand in the back pocket of your jeans placing a small piece of paper inside. He pulled away winking at you, as you tried to walk away your legs feeling numb due to what just happened.
They all waved bye at you and you did the same, Bill smiled innocently at you.
Outside the building you reach for your back pocket to look at the paper.
“I’m staying at the hotel down the street come see me at 10pm room 324 3rd floor ;)”
You nervously stare at the piece of paper, of course you had a huge crush on Bill but you never expected this to happen.
During the concert Bill’s eyes wondered through the crowd looking for you, your beauty,kind words and actions in that single moment were enough for him to realize that he wanted to get to know you better. He always said that he believed in love at first sight and this might be it.
After the concert you made your way to the hotel, the night breeze blowing softly on your skin making you tug on your jacket tighter as you approached the hotel lobby.
You walked to the elevator, fixing yourself up on the mirror, exhaling nervously and excitedly at the thought of being alone in a room with Bill.
You stood in front of his door for a moment when you finally gathered the courage to knock on the door he immediately opened it and pulled you inside. You stared at him in confusion.
“Sorry don’t want people to see you, you know how it is.”
“Oh I understand..”
“Come on don’t just stand there, come sit.”
You followed him sitting on the edge of the bed, the room had minimal decoration the bed had white sheets, there was a mini fridge a Tv on the wall, a table in front of the bed and a bathroom, on the bed side table he placed a water jar with your flowers in it.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“A water would be nice…”
“Coming right up.” He reached for the mini fridge opening it, he took the water bottle in his hand making it look even smaller in between his large fingers.
“Here you go.” He gave you the water smiling at you, he sat down on the bed next to you.
“Did you have a safe walk?”
You shook your head yes while you chugged some of the water. Bill moved closer to you your heart begging to race.
“How was the concert? I didn’t see you in the crowd.”
“It was really good! I’m sorry I was not very close to the stage.”
“Next time let me know so I can get you to be on the front row where I can see you.”
“Will do.” You replied smiling.
Bill was now making eye contact with his beautifully sculpted face was hypnotic, his hair was down and he had no makeup on and he still looked like an angel to you.
You got even closer to him as your desire for him grew with each second, you knew he wanted this to so you just went for it. Placing your hands on both sides of his face and kissing him deeply, he got surprised at your reaction but he soon melted into the kiss, placing his hand on your lower back.
“A bit bold now aren’t you?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.” You quickly replied.
“I very much did.”
“We’re just getting started.”
You pushed him on the bed getting on top of him.
“I think I’m love.” Said Bill in a slightly sarcastic tone.
“Oh shut up.” You replied kissing him one more time. His hands massaged your lower back and grabbed your ass a few times as you kissed and sucked on his neck, his strong sent invading your nose as he moaned under you.
“You smell so good Bill…” you whispered close to his ear lightly bitting it.
“You’re such a tease Y/N.”
“How do you know my name?” You ask giggling a bit.
“Did my research.” He replied winking at you. You rolled your eyes at him.
“How about you take this off?” You said tugging on his shirt. He lifted his arms up.
“Do the honors.”
You removed his shirt from him admiring his slim and toned upper body.
“Keep staring honey.”
“I will don’t worry.”
You reached down for his belt unbuckling it, unzipping his pants to palm his growing erection.
“Excited aren’t you?” You questioned.
He broke eye contact with you his cheeks now a light pink shade as you kept touching him through his underwear. You took his pants off and placed yourself between his legs.
“May I?” You asked while playing the waist band of his boxers.
“Please do.”
You smiled in response, removing his aching boner from his underwear.
“Fuck…” you whispering under your breath his size startling you. He grinned at your reaction, you pumped his length making him moan lowly. You lowered your face closer to his boner taking his tip in your mouth, you circled your tongue slowly around his tip making him shake and thrust his hips upwards.
“Bill don’t be so desperate now”
“Just p-please…”
“I didn’t know you were like that.” You said at the same time as you stroked him.
“I’m not hhhmm i-it’s just you mmhm~”
You stroked his as fast as you could for a moment making Bill grip the sheets and curse under his breath, you lean down again taking all of him in your mouth gagging a little.
“Oh my- fuckkk.” Bill moaned loudly as you moved your head up and down his cock. Your pussy was aching for him you needed him inside you and he felt the same,he needed to be inside you.
“Please Y/N ride me I need to feel your pussy mmhmm a-and cum inside you hhhmm~”
You quickly took your shirt off along with your bra, and your skirt as well. You got on top of him again, his hands immediately reaching for your panties to remove them desperately needing to feel your cunt tighten around him. You lowered yourself onto him slowly adjusting to him, his lips making an O shape feeling your tightness around him.
“Oh god you feel so good Y/N”
As you reached the base of his cock you lifted your hips back up slamming yourself back down onto him earning a scream of pleasure from Bill. You rode his dick merciless your tits bouncing on his face, as he grabbed on your thighs as hard as he could forming small bruises on your skin.
“Fuck t-too much s-slow down-“ he pleaded
“You can do it for me Bill.”
He turned you on too much not to react like this you wanted him to fill you up with his cum you wanted to claim him as yours.
As your legs started to get sore you used your knees to support you and grind your hips on his, his hands reaching for your ass to help you move your hips on him.
“I can’t wait any longer fuck I n-need to cum mmhmm-“ said Bill in a desperate voice his hips slamming upwards hitting that sweet spot of yours making you moan and tremble with his brutal thrusts.
You placed your hands on his chest for support grabbing on him forcefully your nails digging in his flesh as he kept thrusting in you non stop.
“F-fuck Bill I’m gonna cum..” You whimpered.
“Yes baby cum for me do it yeahh~”
You moved your hips along with his getting that friction you needed to cum all over his cock, he kept fucking you seeking his orgasm.
“Oh my god fuck I’m gonna cum so good in this pussy.” Grunted Bill, cumming deep inside you,his movements getting sloppier as he rode his orgasm.
You collapsed on his chest as he placed his hands behind your back hugging you tight both of you inhaling your natural scent as body warmth.
“That was so good Y/N oh my god.” Whispered Bill, as he stroked your hair.
“We should do this more often…” you replied.
“We will Y/N…I need you..”
You stayed in his room for a few hours,you showered together and he even gave a change of clothes, unfortunately you had to leave in the middle of the night since Bill didn’t want the media to come after you and you didn’t want to raise any attention either.
You kissed him one last time before heading out.
For surprise (or not) the next morning you and Bill were all over the gossip magazines and tv shows.
“How can they do this?” You questioned internally.
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Unpredictable, Part 9-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic
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Warnings: Swearing, sensuality, some angst, and general reader! insecurities about relationships
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the blood around my mouth. The coppery taste made my stomach lurch as I sat up and touched my mouth.
At least it was dried blood.
The second thing I noticed was the dejected expression on Cate’s face as she sat up on the couch across from me. She stared down at the ground, but she wasn’t looking at anything. For a second, I started to reach a hand towards her but stopped when I remembered what she’d done.
Just as I set my hand back in my lap, Marie and Jordan jerked awake, making me flinch in the process. It wasn’t until I settled a little that I noticed they were flanking me, and I looked down at my lap to hide my wide smile and warm cheeks.
“Is this real?” Marie asked.
“Yes, this is real,” Cate confirmed.
Immediately, Jordan jumped to his feet and shifted to their female form. They grinned so widely at the result that their dimples showed and Marie visibly relaxed next to me. Then, I noticed Marie glance at me.
Maybe if it worked for Jordan…
I took a deep breath and tried to focus on what else would unfold in the day. Instead of a picture, all I saw were hazy black and gray figures in my mind and it felt like my brain had hit a wall. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head.
“Really?” Marie asked, placing her hand on top of mine.
“Don’t worry about it,” I muttered, slowly pulling my hand away.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, your powers should come back soon,” Cate voiced hoarsely.
 I thought I nodded as I slowly moved to my feet. “I’m gonna go clean myself up.”
“Do you need any help?” Jordan offered.
“No, I got it.”
 After a few minutes of wandering through Dusty’s house, I found a semi-clean bathroom and locked the door as soon as I walked in. The faucet handles were slippery, and it took a few tries before I finally got the water running. When I reached for the paper towel roll on top of the toilet, I realized that my hands were trembling.
“Stop it, Y/N, calm down,” I hissed. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry ran through my head like a mantra as I patted my face with warm water.
“I do not need my powers to be myself,” I muttered. “I’m still me even if I can’t see potential future outcomes.”
Or help my friends or loved ones or pass any crim classes or get a job as a supe.
Then, I was thankful that the running water drowned out my sobs since I wasn’t sure how much of a noise blocker my hand was. I almost collapsed over the sink as my back shook with sobs and the hot tears ran down my face.
No matter how much I wanted to stop crying, I couldn’t. It was like all those years of holding it back made me incapable of doing it in the moment.
Why did this happen to me? Why do I have to get screwed over all the time? bitterly ran through my mind.
I never did anything to Cate to deserve this, nothing at all and she wiped me twice without thinking of the consequences. Wiping two days’ worth of memories from four people’s minds must have been a first for her. There was no telling what that could have done to her powers, and she still did it.
I don’t know why my brain decided that was the time to remember Cate’s playful smile when she talked me into sneaking off campus with the others or her sincerity when I processed my feelings about Jordan and Marie with her. My chest ached and it wasn’t like I had a chest cold----it was almost like I took a direct blow from Luke, but it ached worse than that.
None of Cate’s actions made sense at the moment. Shetty must have put in a lot of effort to manipulate her because she was my friend, almost like the big sister I never had. When I really thought about it, Cate was one of my most attentive friends. Whenever I was stressed or anxious, Cate would take me to her favorite campus green to meditate; when a creepy guy approached me at a party or club, Cate was one of the first people to intervene; and she always insisted that I joined her, Jordan, Andre, and Luke for study groups.
I had to know how she could go from that to rendering me powerless. As I finished cleaning the blood from around the left side of my mouth and nostril, a sinking feeling came over me.
If Shetty could do that to Cate then what had she done to me?
Knock! Knock!
The sound made me jump and shook me out of my stupor.
“One second!” I called, frantically wiping at the other side of my face.
As I stared at my reflection, I internally winced at my red, puffy eyes. It would take at least three rounds of Peter Thomas Roth under eye masks and endless eye drops to remedy them.
“I just wanted to check on you,” Marie’s voice softly called.
I almost froze and huffed.
“Oh, I’m fine.” I sniffled and wiped at my nose.
“I’ll believe you when you open the door.”
Did Marie have some sort of fixation with seeing me at my worst?
“Seriously, you can go back to the others,” I tried to insist.
“If you don’t, I will break down this door.”
“You wouldn’t do that.”
Marie paused. “Jordan would.”
I huffed and threw the used tissues and paper towel in the trash can. After taking three deep breaths to calm myself, I unlocked the door and let Marie in. She immediately entered the room, forcing me to back up. Slowly, her hands grabbed the sides of my face, and she looked me over, eyes softening at the bits of blood I hadn’t been able to clean.
Then, I carefully grabbed her hands and started pulling away. “You don’t have to get that close to see that I’m fine.”
“Oh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Marie apologized, then, she frowned. “Actually, no. After everything you said, you pushed me and Jordan away and ran as soon as we woke up; it’s confusing.”
I sighed and turned away from her as I grabbed more paper towel. “I’m sorry. After everything that happened when we were in Cate’s head, I didn’t want you or Jordan to see me like this…again.”
As soon as I turned towards the sink, Marie stepped in front of me and gently took the paper towel out of my hands. She gestured towards the toilet, and I sat on the seat as she wet the paper towel in the sink. After a few seconds, she turned off the faucet and leaned down in front of me.
Marie’s gaze was laser-focused as she cleaned up the rest of my face. The silence in the space was comfortable but I couldn’t stop fidgeting with my braids as she worked.
“When are you gonna understand that Jordan and I don’t care if you don’t look perfect all the time?” she finally uttered. “They just told you how we’re all messy in our own way and it’s okay that you’re a part of it.”
“I didn’t think I had any more tears left in me but I guess I was wrong,” I muttered with a shrug.
Marie hummed in response as she continued gently wiping my face. A few more seconds passed until she was finally done.
“Finding you and Cate scared the shit out of me,” she stated. “It felt like the ground fell out from under me and I had no idea what to do. Jordan had the idea of slowing down your heart rates and it worked but, I’m scared to think what would happen if it didn’t.”
“But it did work because you have amazing powers.” I grabbed her hands. “You saved me, and Cate and I know you’ll save more.” Then, I let go of her hands. “Well, not know-know.”
“Hey, you’ll get your powers back. We’ll figure something out,” Marie insisted. “But what if we don’t” hung on the tip of my tongue and I didn’t let it fall out. Instead, I watched Marie throw away the dirty paper towel and then she grabbed my hands.
“It’s okay to let us help you,” she said.
“But, you’ll get tired---”
“I won’t and I know Jordan won’t either. People take care of each other in relationships.”
I looked down at our clasped hands. “That’s all…new for me.”
Marie squeezed my hands. “Me too but, I know the basics.”
Having a loving family must have been nice; at least Marie had a normal baseline for how to be in a relationship. Then, I realized that she kept looking at me.
“What? Is there something else on my face? Did my eyes get worse?” I rambled.
Marie laughed. “No, your face is fine; pretty.”
My cheeks warmed at her words, and I couldn’t keep the grin off my lips. Then, I felt myself lean towards Marie and she quickly closed the gap. Her lips were slightly chapped but mostly soft against mine. As I pressed my lips against hers, I let go of Marie’s hands and tangled my hands in her twists. Marie’s hands ghosted up my hips and underneath my cardigan, pulling me closer to her.
I sighed at the feeling but didn’t stop kissing her. Somehow, Marie didn’t break the kiss as she stood, pulling me to my feet and running her hands up and down my back.
I could have stayed like that for a while but a scream followed by banging interrupted.
“SAM!” Emma yelled.
We broke apart and I grabbed Marie’s hand and tugged her out of the bathroom with me. When we got to the living room, it was a mess. On one end of the room, Jordan and Andre were picking themselves off the floor and trying to avoid all the broken glass and other furniture casualties. On the other end, Sam held a weak Cate up against a wall that already had a sizable hole in it. Based on the dust on Cate’s clothes, Sam had attacked her. Emma stood behind Sam, eyes wide but her voice calm. “Sam, it’s okay, you can let her go.”
“She hurt you---she made you forget,” Sam griped.
“But I’m okay now, everyone is okay now. You can let her go, she’s not going to hurt anyone else.”
It was hard to gauge how much I agreed with the last part of Emma’s statement, but I doubted Cate would go after one of us again soon. Slowly, Sam let her go and Cate collapsed on the ground, gasping. Marie hurried over to Cate’s side to help her up and Sam backed away from them, eyes still boring holes in the top of Cate’s head.
My eyes flitted to Emma, who seemed a little more relieved, and ran a hand through her messy hair.
“Why is your hair that messy?” I asked.
“What is it with people asking me that today? Why is your lip gloss smudged?”
Then, Jordan turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Great timing, freshie.”
I thumbed at my lips and my cheeks warmed even more. “Get your head out of the gutter. Anyway, what brought you two back here?”
Emma straightened up. “We were looking for you guys because I wanted, well, actually, Sam has something he would like to say.”
Then, Emma gave Sam the same look her mom gave her when she needed her to improve on a take. Suddenly, Sam’s shoulders slumped, and he pouted as he gazed at the tips of his dirty sneakers.
“I’m sorry for almost killing you guys…twice. I’m working on getting better control of my emotions but being locked up for eighteen years really screws with your head,” Sam stated.
The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Cate’s eyes never left Sam as if she was waiting on him to pounce again; Marie frowned; Andre’s jaw clenched so hard that I wasn’t sure he would speak for a while; and Jordan cocked her head to the side.
Finally, Andre said, “You didn’t almost kill us.”
“Fifteen more seconds and he might have,” Jordan admitted.
“My head is still sore from the last time we met but I’m willing to move forward if you stop attacking us on sight,” I added.
“I’m really sorry about that. You’re Y/N, right? Emma talks about you all the time,” Sam commented.
I grinned. “Oh, really?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, she was saying that you’re great but clueless about relationships and----”
Emma patted Sam’s chest. “Okay, Sam, that’s enough. We don’t have time to talk about that because of the other thing.”
I narrowed my eyes at Emma. “Clueless, seriously?”
She smiled sheepishly and I sighed.
Unfortunately, Emma wasn’t fully wrong, but she didn’t have to tell Sam that. Besides, I was working on it.
For the next few minutes, the two filled us in on everything that was going on in the Woods. How Shetty had Dr. Cardoza experimenting on supes and how several people Sam knew down there got sick. Even though most of them got better, a couple died.
“And they never experimented on you?” Andre asked.
“Not the way they did with Tommy. He was super messed up but a funny guy. One day, they took him away for a session with Cardoza and I never saw him again,” Sam recalled.
“And Shetty knows about all of this and is doing nothing to stop it?” Marie confirmed.
“She hates supes; she wants us all dead,” Sam griped.
Cate shook her head. “That…that can’t be true. Indira always helped me and Y/N.”
Jordan glared at her. “Come on, Cate. Shetty manipulated the shit out of you because she knew we were getting too close.”
“And I want to know why she wanted the two of us to be so close,” I added.
Cate bit her bottom lip and played with the hem of her sweater. “This…this is a lot.”
I nodded. “But it sounds like they’re working on a virus that targets supes. Based on what Sam described, maybe they picked strong supes that weren’t as useful as Sam to be guinea pigs.” “So, they come up with a virus to kill all of us?” Andre asked.
“I don’t know if that’s the goal, though. Vought has invested way too much money in making supes and if all the GOD U students dropped dead, that’s the next lineup of the Seven gone,” Jordan interjected.
“And society is built around supes, and the fallout would be bad,” Marie said.
“But if Shetty hates us so much, she wouldn’t care,” I thought.
“How is she getting away with this when Vought watches everything? She has to report to them all the time,” Jordan wondered.
Since Brink died, Shetty had to have even more people working under her than before. It would be easy to have certain people cover up for her or maybe the woman was gifted at hiding heinous plots. Seeing how much effort she put into manipulating Cate, there was no telling how far Shetty was willing to go to hide the Woods.
“Shetty could lie on the reports; it’s not like Vought reads through everything carefully,” I pointed out.
“So, what do we do?” Emma asked.
At the moment, I wished that I had my powers. It would have made it much easier to come up with a plan. Instead, I didn’t try but racked my brain for ideas.
“I can help here,” Cate announced.
Everyone turned to her in unison, and no one looked confident. In all honesty, Sam seemed to be contemplating going after her again; Emma looked as though she wished Cate would stop talking; Andre somehow clenched his jaw more; Marie side-eyed her; and Jordan’s glare almost made me feel bad too. I tried to relax my shoulders and forced myself to listen.
“I know that no one trusts me right now but, I am the only one with a direct line to Indira,” Cate said. “Please, just let me try.”
“How do we know you won’t turn on us again?” Andre asked.
“I won’t, I promise,” Cate insisted.
“Yeah, well, your promises don’t mean shit to me right now,” Andre hissed.
“I agree with Andre; after this, anything’s possible,” Emma said.
Cate hesitated and turned to me. “Y/N, please, you know me. I may have messed up but I wouldn’t do it twice.”
A part of me wanted to believe her, really, but the other part was the giant gaping wound of being manipulated so badly that I had no powers. My stomach sunk when I looked at her and I suddenly felt nauseous.
I hugged my arms tightly around my waist. “I don’t know, Cate. I want to trust you again, but it’s difficult.”
Cate’s expression fell and I didn’t know if I wanted to comfort her or scream at her. Everything was so confusing and it didn’t help that I had this gnawing feeling that something else was going on; something that none of us knew.
Marie stepped forward to stand next to Cate. “I think this could be a good first step for you to start earning our trust, but I don’t blame Y/N for feeling how she feels.”
“Same here,” Jordan agreed.
I smiled at their words and had to fight to keep myself from crying even more.  
After some deliberation, we decided that Cate, Andre, Marie, Jordan, and I would focus on getting Shetty to expose her plot while Emma helped Sam hide from Vought or Shetty or whoever he’d upset.
That decision led me to leaning against the wall in a booth at an off-campus diner. It was fairly quiet, save for the handful of families laughing with their kids and the game that was on the outdated TV perched on a corner stand. Even though there was a giant plate of fries and greasy burgers on the table, barely anyone ate. I couldn’t stop staring at Cate, who was on her phone in the front corner of the restaurant.
“Can anyone hear anything?” Andre asked.
“No,” Marie said.
“And she’s not even facing us so we can’t even try lip reading,” I muttered.
Marie turned to me. “You know how to lip read?”
“Yeah, every crim major does. It’s part of the body language class,” I explained.
Marie nodded slowly. “This school is nuts.”
“We know,” Jordan muttered.
Finally, Cate hung up the phone and wandered back over to us. “I can’t see her yet; she’s in the city all morning.”
“What does that mean?” Jordan asked.
“I’ll have to wait at her house and get her to talk then,” Cate said.
Andre shook his head. “That’s too much time.”
“Did she sound different or suspicious of you?” Marie asked.
“No, she sounded fine. I’m sorry this isn’t turning out how we hoped.”
Based on her slumped shoulders, I guessed that Cate was telling the truth. The situation was both irritating and relieving since my list of questions for Shetty grew every minute and I was itching to ask them, but I was also thankful for a chance to gather my bearings. The thought of confronting her made me fidget since Shetty had helped me a lot.
How could someone be so kind and so hateful at the same time?
“…and stay out of our heads!”
Jordan’s exclamation jerked me from my thoughts, and I watched them shift to their male form and storm out of the diner. Andre ran his hand over his face and started messing with a straw while Cate looked down at her gloved hands.
“I’ll be back,” Marie muttered, slipping out of the booth and trailing after Jordan.
I blinked and turned back to Cate and Andre. “Sorry, what did I miss?”
“Jordan’s pissed because we have to wait at Shetty’s to get any info out of her and we’re on a timer pretty much,” Andre explained.
“This is all my fault,” Cate muttered.
Instead of answering, I dumped a handful of fries on my plate and started using them to make patterns in the ketchup between bites. When I bit into a burger, I almost moaned at the taste.
Either I was ravenous, or this place had decent food.
When I glanced back up, Cate and Andre stared at me.
I swallowed. “I got hungry.”
“You’re not gonna go after your…partners?” Andre asked.
I straightened up and continued munching on a fry. “We never labeled ourselves as anything and Marie’s got it.”
“Well, I’m glad the three of you have figured something out,” Cate offered.
“Thanks, but, I don’t know how much we have figured out.”
With everything going on, I never paused to think about how this relationship would work. In all honesty, I was shocked that I was able to tell Jordan and Marie how I felt and even more when both reciprocated. But I wondered what happened from here. How did we figure that out?
“It takes time,” Cate answered.
I snapped my eyes up to her. “Could you not probe my mind for a second?”
“Sorry, I can’t help it right now.”
Just as I was going to take another bite, my phone buzzed in my lap.
M: Come outside.
I quickly typed back, Omw.
“If I’m not back soon, just get a box for me.”
“Got you,” Andre said.
When I got outside, the chill made me wrap my cardigan tighter around me. Fortunately, Jordan and Marie were just around the corner and it was a short walk. Just as I got around the corner, the two were kissing. It only lasted a few seconds until Jordan pulled away, a smirk on his face, and I imagined Marie had a similar expression.
“What was that about my bad timing?” I called.
Marie turned at the sound of my voice and Jordan’s smirk deepened.
“Don’t be jealous,” he sang.
Funnily enough, I wasn’t jealous the first time I caught them; just shocked and confused. This time, watching them made me smile all over.
I rolled my eyes at Jordan’s words and sauntered over to them. “Please tell me you didn’t make Marie summon me in an attempt to make me jealous.”
“He didn’t make me do anything, but I thought you should be a part of this conversation,” Marie explained.
Then, Marie launched into hers and Jordan’s idea to break into Shetty’s office, find damning evidence of the Woods and the virus, and bring it to Victoria Neuman. The more she talked, the more the uneasiness set in.
“That town hall is happening today so it’s perfect timing,” Marie concluded.
Jordan looked at me expectantly and I glanced at the giant blue and red poster of the political candidate on the side of the building. Politicians had this strange fixation on looking hopeful, trustworthy, and powerful in all their photos. According to Coco, it was one of the most challenging parts of the field. No matter what any politician did, it all seemed fake to me. Maybe it was because I could see what they would really do if they were elected.
Even though I couldn’t use my powers, something about Victoria Neuman seemed off to me.
“Say it, freshie,” Jordan encouraged gently.
“In theory, I think it’s a good idea to get this information to someone with massive influence,” I started.
“But,” Marie said.
“But I have a weird feeling about her, actually, I’ve been having a weird feeling all day now,” I admitted.
“This is our best shot to expose Shetty right now,” Marie argued.
I nodded. “And I’m not saying not to take it. I’m saying I’m not sure how it’ll play out.”
“Is this about your powers?” Jordan asked.
“No, sort of, anyway, like I said, if you want to go rogue, do it.”
“You’d be coming with us too.” Marie reached a hand towards me, and I unfolded my arms to let her play with my fingers.
I sighed. “But I don’t know how helpful I’ll be.”
“This is gonna sound cheesy as hell, but you don’t need your powers to be helpful. You figured out that Cate manipulated you twice and you figured out that their goal in the Woods is to create a virus against supes. And you did all that without your powers,” Jordan pointed out.
“You’re amazing, Y/N,” Marie added.
I smiled and flipped my braids over my shoulder. “If you say so.”
Marie shook her head and Jordan grabbed my other hand.
“So, this may not be the best time to ask but are we…”
“You’re my girlfriend,” Jordan answered.
“Our girlfriend,” Marie corrected.
“She asked me out first.”
“No, I didn’t. I told you I liked you first,” I argued.
Jordan shrugged. “Same thing.”
Marie swatted Jordan’s arm with her free hand. “This relationship isn’t a competition.”
“Said the sore loser.”
Just as they were about to start bickering, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I let go of Jordan’s hand to grab it, ignored his feigned insulted gasp, and swiped through it. Sydney had texted Sasha, Alina, Lydia, and me in our group text.
S:911. Meeting in an hour.
“As much as I would love to continue this, I have to go to Si Chi,” I said, slipping my phone back in my pocket.
“Really? Now?” Jordan asked.
“Emergency meeting and I need time to get ready. I’ll text you both later.”
When I moved to hug Marie, she pecked my lips instead and I flinched. She smiled mischievously and I blinked at her.
“And I thought you were this shy, sweet freshman,” I muttered.
“I learn quickly,” she teased.
I shook my head and turned to Jordan, who immediately pressed his lips against mine, hands roaming all over my back. I was in a daze as he moaned but when one of his hands squeezed my butt, I yelped and jumped away.
“Jordan!” I rasped.
Even though Jordan apologized, he did not look sorry at all. As I sauntered off to get an Uber, I couldn’t help but wonder what I had gotten myself into but couldn’t deny the buzz of excitement at the thought.
Exactly fifty-five minutes later, I sat in the large conference room in Si Chi, freshly showered and made up. The cherry red Ralph Lauren tennis mini dress and white Chanel platforms paired with my braids swept up in a messy bun made me feel exposed but pretty. A minute later, Alina and Lydia waltzed in together. Alina’s hair was in a low bun with pieces framing her face and her black long-sleeved Naked Wardrobe skirt set flowed around her with each step. Lydia wore a deep plum Givenchy blazer over a white Oxford and dark Levi’s, her deep auburn hair fell around her shoulders in soft curls.
Immediately, Lydia took a seat across from me while Alina took a seat on my right.
“Hi, Lydia, Alina,” I greeted.
“Hi, Y/N,” Lydia chirped.
“Hi,” Alina said.
 As soon as they sat, Sydney breezed in, her knit white DKNY dress catching the light as well as her diamond studs. She pushed a wavy strawberry blonde tendril out of her face as she took a seat at the head of the table and set her canvas Marc Jacobs tote on the glossy table.
“Hello, girls,” Sydney said.
“Hello, Sydney.”
Our unified voices sent a chill down my spine.
Finally, Sasha burst in, sweat coating her forehead as she quickly took the seat next to Lydia and adjusted her deep green wrap dress. “Sorry, there was a big crowd because of the rally.”
“It’s okay, Sasha. Just remember to factor in big events when you’re commuting for other meetings,” Sydney advised evenly.
Sasha seemed to gulp and nodded.
“That leads me to the topic of this emergency meeting. I know that the town hall on campus is going to be packed and it’s been a hot topic for weeks since it was announced. This morning, all the Greek presidents met and determined that each house will decide their own policy for attendance,” Sydney explained. “I’ve debated this for a while. Our high standards and reputation attract ambitious women and plenty of them will want to attend the town hall. However, I am also concerned about the safety of this event since there is so much opposition on both sides.”
Sydney paused.
“That is why I believe that no Si Chi girl should attend the event,” Sydney stated.
Even though she worded it softly, Sydney was forbidding all of us from attending. If anyone was caught, that would mean an automatic exit from the house.
“It’s especially important for us as leadership to be role models for the initiates. We must choose our events wisely and we don’t want any of them risking anything because of their ideologies or to try to go viral,” Sydney explained.
“It makes sense. Those pro-supes are rowdy,” Lydia agreed.
And ignorant, I thought.
“I’m all for supe rights but I don’t want to be caught in a riot,” Alina added.
“How do we communicate this to the other girls?” Sasha asked.
“Y/N can send something out in the house Discord.” Sydney smiled at me. “You know how to make it tasteful but authoritative.”
As much as I appreciated the compliment, I couldn’t stop thinking of how to persuade her. If I had my powers, this would be nothing but the only thing I had was my wits. The more I thought, the more I was concerned that my wits abandoned me.
“Well, that’s it unless anyone has something to add?” Sydney prompted.
Finally, I had something.
“Yes. I agree that everyone’s safety is important, but I don’t think we’ve thought about the political science majors. Their professors will be all over this and more and more of them want first-hand footage. I think discouraging everyone will put them at a real disadvantage,” I said.
My heart pounded in my ears as I watched the gears turn in Sydney’s head. It wasn’t my best work but it might have made a difference.
“It’s a shame but, they’ll have to figure something else out,” Sydney said.
“Well---”
“Have that done in thirty, okay?”
Sydney’s words were light but her eyes were so intense that my words stopped in my head. I nodded and she dismissed everyone. Sasha grinned widely at me as she stood and walked out.
“I guess your friend will have to figure something else out. With it being junior year and all, it’s even more important that she doesn’t fail anything,” Sasha said.
“Her name is Coco and even though this is an inconvenience she’ll figure something out.”
As confident as I was in Coco, I had no idea what I was going to do. Surprisingly, writing up the Discord message was easy, even though plenty of the girls were upset, it was a simple fix of, “If you’re disappointed, Sydney is more than happy to answer your questions.” However, I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell Jordan and Marie that I couldn’t help them get the information to Neuman.
Of course, the time we set to meet up outside of Shetty’s office arrived too soon and I found myself pacing down the hall, filled with dread the closer I got to Shetty’s office. When I arrived, the door was already open and my heart lurched into my throat.
Oh no, we’ve been caught, this won’t work, I panicked.
Then, I forced myself to take a deep breath and crept closer to the door. It took five more deep breaths for me to get the courage to peek around the corner. At first glance, Shetty’s office looked like it normally did: peaceful but professional. Her space was light and airy with the perfect amount of light from the sun seeping through the windows. However, when I looked closer, there were papers sprawled over her desk, something that she would never stand for.
Just as I started to creep in, Jordan popped up from behind the desk and cursed loudly when she saw me.
“You could have said something, freshie!” Jordan admonished, one hand pressed to her chest and another holding a file.
“Well, I didn’t know who was in here!” I defended, wandering further in. “You should have closed the doors behind you.”
Jordan smirked. “You say that like I’m not the one who taught you how to sneak into places. I would have just told whoever that Shetty needed me to find something.”
“Technically, you all contributed to teaching me that but okay.”
Then, I turned back towards the doors to start closing them when Marie slipped in. We nearly collided but I took a half step back.
“Shit, sorry!” Marie exclaimed.
“It’s fine, I guess it’s my karma.”
I let her slip past me and made sure the doors were secured behind us before joining her and Jordan at Shetty’s desk.
“Have you found anything yet?” Marie asked.
“No, just different files on different kids.”
I perked up. “Like the ones she checks in with?”
“I think so. I didn’t read any because that felt wrong.” Jordan paused. “And don’t go looking for your file; you need to be focused.”
“Fine,” I groaned playfully.
We decided it would be best for Jordan and me to go through Shetty’s physical files while Marie searched her computer. As I skimmed the documents, my brain circled around how I would tell them that I couldn’t go to the town hall. There was no great way to say, “Hey, I can’t help you expose a major conspiracy because my house president said ‘no’ and if I disobey, I’ll be ostracized.” I would find better words but that’s what it all boiled down to.
If only Si Chi and rankings didn’t matter so much.
Then, I paused at a newspaper clipping I found. It was from that plane crash a couple of years back, the one that Queen Maeve and Homelander failed to save. The thought of all those people dying made my stomach churn. As I kept reading, my stomach settled a little and I felt myself buzzing.
“Look.” I set the file down on Shetty’s desk and Jordan stepped closer and Marie swiveled in her chair.
“It’s from that plane crash,” Marie observed.
“Why would Shetty have a file on this?” Jordan asked.
“Because of this.” I flipped through the documents and pointed out the passenger list. “It’s right in the middle.”
After a few seconds of reading, both their eyes widened.
“Holy shit,” Jordan breathed.
“Her kid and her husband were on that plane; that’s why she hates all supes, it makes total sense,” Marie said.
“It’s only motive but, it might be useful for Neuman. But no one’s found anything on the Woods?” I asked.
Marie and Jordan shook their heads.
“Great, this couldn’t get worse,” Marie muttered.
Immediately, Shetty’s office door handle started jiggling and our eyes snapped to it.
“I thought you locked the door,” Jordan hissed.
“No, it would have been suspicious if the door was locked,” I whispered back.
“We don’t have time for this. Hide whatever you can.”
Frantically, we shoved the unimportant files in random drawers, and I kept the one about the plane crash under my denim jacket. Just when the door pushed open, someone dragged me down and I found myself sandwiched between Jordan and Marie underneath Shetty’s desk. It was a tight squeeze, and I didn’t think that I could move if I tried but, I was more focused on keeping my breathing even as someone entered the office.
“Nice digs. I guess this is what you get for screwing over everyone,” a masculine voice drawled.
“That’s Cardoza,” Jordan mouthed.
My eyes widened and I could feel my heart rate pick up. For a few seconds, I couldn’t focus on any of my surroundings, and I couldn’t hear anything either. This shouldn’t have been happening, I took my medicine, I knew I did.
Just breathe, Y/N, and use your exercise.
I see three of Jordan’s rings, I smell Marie’s hair oil, I feel really warm, and----
My thoughts were cut off by Marie grabbing my shoulders and muttering, “It’s okay.”
In the next few seconds, my heart rate slowed down, and I breathed a lot easier. I would have turned to thank her if it would have blown our cover.
For the next minute, Dr. Cardoza ranted about how his medical prowess was misused and how no one was supposed to get hurt.
“It was all for science! But screw science and me, right?” he bellowed.
Then, he got quiet for a second, but it was quickly filled by the sound of something trickling. Since she was in the most convenient position, Jordan poked her head out from her hiding spot only to immediately retract it and shake her head.
I hated where my imagination went.
Finally, the sound stopped, and the man groaned. “Here’s your precious data.”
Something plopped onto the desk, and we all perked up. As soon as the door slammed behind him, we rushed out from our hiding spot. Marie grabbed the USB that Dr. Cardoza dropped and plugged it into the computer. In seconds, we had everything that could expose Dean Shetty and the Woods. Some of the details made me wretch and some things did not need visuals but had them.
It was perfect ammunition.
“Wow,” Marie said.
“How long were they doing all this?” Jordan muttered.
I shook my head, grabbed the file from my jacket, and took pictures of the important parts. “I don’t know if I want to know at this point.”
After Marie grabbed the USB and we put everything else back to normal, we got out of that office as quickly as we could. While we walked down the hallway, my thumbs flew across my phone screen.
“I just sent the pictures to you both,” I said.
“Why? Are you afraid you’ll accidentally delete it?” Marie asked.
Okay, here it goes.
“I can’t go to the town hall,” I confessed.
“Are you scared? No one’s going to do anything, they’re all talk,” Jordan said. “And I wouldn’t let them touch you.”
“Neither would I,” Marie affirmed.
“I appreciate that but, it’s not out of fear. Si Chi girls can’t attend; president’s orders.”
They stopped walking at the same time, and I lagged a little, dreading facing them. At first, they both looked stunned then Jordan looked like she would strangle someone, and Marie was confused.
“That’s bullshit,” Jordan hissed.
“Yeah, they can’t tell you where you can and can’t go,” Marie agreed.
I shifted my weight from foot to foot. “Well, they sort of can. If I go, it’s immediate expulsion from the sorority.”
“But this is important. They have to make an exception,” Marie offered.
“I couldn’t tell them about this. Sydney would get an ulcer at the thought of breaking into the dean’s office and going through private files,” I argued. “Plus, if I told them about any of this, they’d think I’m a crazy conspiracy theorist.”
“This isn’t a conspiracy or a theory; they did this shit and no one did anything about it,” Jordan insisted.
I huffed. “I know that, Jordan, but I also know these girls and they don’t like to leave their comfort zones. Even though Sydney is one of the more progressive presidents, she still has to maintain the standards.”
“Even if it includes covering up Shetty’s plan to make everyone sick?”
I hesitated. “I…I’m not sure.”
Marie groaned. “Come on, Y/N, you don’t have to do every little thing they say. You’re high up in the house, doesn’t that mean anything?”
“Yes, it means more status and respect but also more eyes, so I’m almost double forbidden from going.” I sighed. “I’m sorry but, this is as far as I can go. Text or video call me if you need anything.”
The moment I turned on my heel and started walking away, I understood what a kicked puppy must feel like. I only made it a few steps before both grabbed one of my wrists.  
“Stop running,” Jordan said.
“I’m not running,” I argued.
“Bullshit, this whole thing is,” she challenged.
I paused and narrowed my eyes at Jordan. “It might be to you but it’s very important to me. It always has been.”
When I pulled at her hand, Jordan let me go and I turned to Marie, but her expression hardened.
“You don’t have to do this,” she insisted.
I scoffed. “Yes, I do. Vought already gave you their stamp of approval, so you’re set. I have to play it smart, and I can’t do anything to lose Si Chi right now.”
“That’s not fair, Y/N,” Marie said.
“It’s the truth, though. I’m on thin ice with not being able to use my powers and I can’t mess up anything else!”
Jordan stepped closer to me. “The Woods is bigger than anything at this school. Screw rankings, Si Chi, and GOD U. Shetty wants us all dead and you have a chance to stop her. You have a chance to be a hero.”
They were right, this was a fantastic opportunity to help people and make GOD U a better place. We had no idea how many kids were still trapped down there or what they were experiencing. This plot needed to be exposed and everyone needed to be held accountable. At any other time, I would have jumped at the chance to help but I couldn’t.
If only Sydney hadn’t given that order.
I wanted the ground to swallow me up and take me somewhere far away from the two pairs of deep brown eyes that bored into me. I also wanted Marie and Jordan to stop looking at me with such intensity; it just made everything harder.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“You’re not the only one risking your ranking here, you know. I don’t get why you insist on doing all this shit after everything,” Jordan spat.
I flinched at her tone and swallowed thickly. I knew she was referring to my family and how awful they were. The worst part was I didn’t know why I was like this either.
How could I have made so much progress just to end up back where I was?
Just a few hours ago, I was giggly about having a new girlfriend and partner. Before my meeting at Si Chi, I even made spreadsheets of some dates we could have and gift ideas for holidays and birthdays.
Seeing them both look at me with such hurt in their eyes almost broke me and I wanted to forget about the smug expression on Sasha’s face and Sydney’s tone. But, I just couldn’t.  
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literaryavenger · 4 months
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Broken - part 4
Summary: You wake up still in Bucky's bed by a very unpleasant guest.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language. Innocent and broken Bucky. Tony being an insensitive asshole. Reader still being dramatic, lol.
Word Count: 2.4K
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
A/N: I finally finished this chapter! I have some ideas for like one more chapter but after that I do not know where to go with this. excellent. Yes, it will take a while for me to keep going. Sorry. It's also getting harder to choose a Bucky photo to put here, lol.
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You woke up to the sound of someone near you yelling. Again. Slowly, You opened your eyes, taking a few seconds to adjust to the morning light.
After you’re no longer blind, you look for the source of the noise that woke you and see a very angry looking Tony yelling at Steve. Something about 'how dare he go near her' and 'if she gets hurt I'll kill you both', those were the only things you were able to understand between the yelling and your still half asleep mind.
It takes you a second more to realize that you’re not in your bedroom, so you look next to you and see Bucky already awake, watching the scene that's unfolding before you without making a sound.
The fear and hurt on his face are like a bucket of cold water that wakes you up completely. You turn back to the other gentlemen and finally you’re able to comprehend what's happening. 
Apparently Tony and Steve went looking for you in your room to talk about yesterday and, not having found you there, asked Jarvis where you were. The AI promptly snitched on you, and Tony came barging in to 'save' you from Bucky, Steve hot on his trail. Steve obviously wouldn't let Tony hurt him, so, Tony being Tony, is being a dramatic bitch acting as if he walked in on Bucky straight up choking you (and not in a good way) and not just two grown ass adults peacefully sleeping. So Tony started yelling, wanting to do something drastic about the situation and waking up both you and Bucky in the process. Because fuck sleep, right?
You’re not really sure how long the current events have been going on for, or how long you just sat and watched after waking up trying to get a handle on reality. All you know is that the moment the words 'he's gonna kill her and it's gonna be your fault too' came out of Tony's mouth, you had about enough of both of them.
You took both of your shoes, which were in front of the bed where you left them the night before, and threw them at the screaming idiots with as much strength as you could master which, when you train everyday with a trained assassin that pushes your limits further and further, is a lot of strength.
You hit Steve in the back of his head and Tony deadass in the face. Thank god for Clint's lessons. And for the fact that you were wearing combat boots yesterday. The second Tony got hit, he turned to the bed with a murderous look on his face, probably thinking it was Bucky, but when he saw you wide awake and with a satisfied smile on your face he quickly pieced things together and calmed down a bit. Steve was just confused, but when he also realized what was happening, he looked kind of amused at the sight of you and Bucky on the same bed.
When the men's attention was finally away from each other and on you, you asked the question you’ve been wanting to ask since you were very rudely woken up. -What the fuck are you two dumbasses yelling for?- Steve cringed at your choice of words but seemed to think better of saying anything seeing that you were already pretty pissed at them.
-Hey! You don’t get to ask questions right now!- Tony’s still yelling and suddenly you wish you had more military approved shoes to throw. -what the hell do you think you’re doing sleeping with this monster?!-
-Tony stop with the name calling, for god’s sake!- Steve said, clearly as exasperated with him as you felt.
-Yes, for the love of god, Tony, stop. You can’t just keep showing up every time I’m near Bucky acting like he’s planning my murder.- you felt Bucky tense up next to you at your words, so you turn towards him -alright, poor choice of words, but the sentiment remains.- You turn back to Tony, who was about to say something, surely some more insults for Bucky, but you didn’t give him a chance. -I’m getting really tired of your judgment, of you thinking you know what’s better and making decisions for me. I thought I was clear yesterday: I don’t care what you think Bucky is, I have a brain of my own and can make my own decisions based on my own opinions. The Bucky that I met is NOTHING like you say he is, and I’m not going to avoid him just because you have hang-ups. I’ve been kicking ass since before you decided to play superhero and definitely can take care of myself. I don’t need to be saved from anything, especially not from Bucky, who’s been nothing but quiet and sweet and right now is about the only person in this tower who has never lied to me. Now, get the fuck out of here and, unless somebody’s ass is on fire or dead, don’t bother me. And you better leave Bucky the fuck alone or I’m going to be pissed. Clear?- You honestly didn’t think that would’ve been the end of it, but, to your and Steve’s surprise, Tony barely nodded his understanding before stomping out of the room.
-same goes for you, Captain Dumbass. Out, now.- you told the blond super soldier, who looked like he was dying to say something. Thankfully he thought better of it and, with one last smile towards Bucky, left the room. You sigh, relieved that they’re gone, but now the room is eerily silent. Just when you can’t take it anymore and are about to say the first thing that goes through your mind, Bucky finally says something for the first time since you woke up.
-thank you- it’s so quiet that you almost think you imagined it, but when you turn to face him you find him already looking at you and he keeps going -you didn’t have to do that. You know, defend me. So, thank you.-
-don’t worry. He was being an ass, he deserved it.- you smile at him -let me know if he bothers you again, I’ll be sure to shove one of his helmets up his ass.- he smiled at you, but it fell almost instantly.
-I don’t deserve your kindness…- he looked away from you and it broke your heart a little.
-you actually believe that, don’t you?- you say quietly, more to yourself. -Bucky, look at me- you with the same soft voice you had yesterday while you were helping him. You wait patiently until he looks you in the eye and when he does, you slowly move your hand towards his face. When he doesn’t pull away or stop you in any way, his eyes never leaving yours, you let it sit on his cheek. -I hope you know that I really meant what I said. I don’t think any of the things Tony does. It doesn’t matter to me who you were, I see who you are now and that’s what’s important. Everyone deserves kindness, but, based on everything I’ve heard these past two days, I think you might deserve it more than anybody. The world failed you once, I’ll be damned if I let it fail you again. Okay? - he looked at you with teary eyes and, before you knew it, he was giving you a hug much tighter than yesterday, almost like he was afraid that if he let you go you’d change your mind. -okay- he whispered into your shoulder when you hugged him back just as tight. You can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face, there’s just something about Bucky that draws you to him and maybe, just maybe, the feeling’s mutual. You let Bucky decide when he’s ready to let go and after a few minutes he does. You give him one last smile and then move to get out of bed, when his voice stops you again.
-can I ask you something?- you looked back at him, nodding. -yesterday, at the gym… - he started and you tensed a little, knowing where he was going with this you decided to cut him off before he even got the chance to ask anything too specific.
-It was nothing, I was just angry and needed to work off some energy- you got up and put on your shoes while you talked -honestly sometimes I lose track of time while I’m working out, it’s no big deal- He must’ve sensed the change in you tone and body language, because he said quickly. -I’m sorry, it’s none of my business, I didn’t mean to make you mad-
You stopped on your tracks as you were making your way towards the door, turned around and looked at him. He seemed to feel actually bad just at the thought of upsetting you, which made you feel guilty for giving that impression. This was just a topic you weren’t ready to talk about.
-I’m not mad, Bucky, I promise. I just don’t particularly want to talk about it.- he nodded his understanding. -tell you what, I was thinking of taking a quick shower and changing and then going to the big kitchen to get some breakfast. How about we meet in 15 and go together?- he seemed to hesitate a bit at the idea of going to the kitchen where everybody else was going to be, and you couldn’t blame him. You yourself would gladly avoid everybody, but the big kitchen was just better stocked than the one on your floor. -c’mon nobody will bother you and, if they do, they’ll have to deal with me. I’ll make us pancakes.- you added with a smile, trying to convince him. Finally, with a smile, he nodded. Nobody can resist pancakes. With a victorious nod of your own, you left his room and went next door to yours where you took a shower and changed into some comfortable sweats. About 15 minutes later you came out of your room to find Bucky already waiting for you, leaning on his door. As soon as you came out he pushed himself off his door and smiled at you, then you both made your way to the elevator in silence.
It was a comfortable silence, not like the one before in his bedroom, this was one you didn’t feel the need to fill, and apparently neither did he. You made your way to the kitchen and you patted one of the stools at the island, signaling at Bucky to sit. He did and then watched as you made your way around the kitchen picking all the necessary things. You worked in silence, but you could feel Bucky’s eyes on you the whole time, not like it bothered you. It wasn’t like when guys ogle you in bars, where you know what they’re thinking just by the look on their face, and is never clean thoughts. No, Bucky’s gaze felt like being seen for the first time in your life. Somehow you just knew he wasn’t thinking anything dirty, every time your eyes met his and you gave him a smile he gave you the cutest smile back, and you couldn’t help but think that his face looked like a little kid’s on Christmas. You somehow felt like he was just so amazed by you and he made you feel like you were the only person in the world at this moment. Every now and then a different Avenger would enter the kitchen, but you did your best to ignore them all. You were still pissed and didn’t feel like yelling at someone else today.
You finished making pancakes and made a plate for Bucky and then one for yourself, knowing he was a super soldier and probably had as fast a metabolism as Steve’s, you gave him a generous serving, still leaving plenty for everyone else. Yes, you were angry, but you weren’t cruel. You sat down next to Bucky and smiled at him when he said a quiet ‘thank you’.
You watch people come in and out, throwing a thank you for the pancakes but then giving up when you wouldn’t even look at them. That is until Scott came in. He sat in front to you while he ate some pancakes, and when he was finished he tried his luck.
-hey, Cassie’s coming over later, do you want to hang out with us?- you narrowed your eyes at him, pointing your fork in this direction.
-are you using your cute daughter to get me to talk to you? ‘Cause that’s a dick move.- You heard Bucky chuckling a little and turned your head towards the amazing sound with a surprised smile on your face, but before you could say anything about it, Scott spoke. -can you blame me? You won't talk to any of us, what’s a guy gotta do to get his best friend back?- he said laughing.
You turned back to him and couldn’t help but laugh at the pout he was giving you. -fine, you win, just stop making that face, please, you look like a sad puppy.- 
-that’s why it works!- he laughs victorious -she’ll be here around eleven. See you later.- he put his plate in the dishwasher and left. You did the same thing with yours and Bucky’s plates and then turned to him.
-Ok, so I have a couple of hours before Cassie gets here. Do you have anything planned for today?- he shakes his head no and you hum in response, but before you can propose anything Steve comes into the kitchen.
-hey Buck, ready to go?- at Bucky’s confused look, Steve elaborates -we have a meeting with Fury. We need to discuss your hearing, remember?-
-Oh, right…- is all Bucky says, glancing at you before he gets up while looking at the ground. He almost looks sad at having something to do today, even if it’s something important. Steve looks from you to Bucky a couple of times, but your attention is solely focused on the brunette, still trying your best to ignore Steve.
-well, I’ll find something to do- you tell him, getting a little closer -come find me when you’re back? You know, to tell me how it goes?- you try your luck and, when he looks up, his eyes are a little wider, even if he was smiling, clearly surprised that you still wanted him around.
-I will- he says, you return his smile and give him a quick peck on the cheek before making your way to the elevator -bye, Bucky- you say as you get on it, and hear him say ‘bye’ while the doors close, thinking about a way to make yourself busy for a while. You miss the way Steve grins at Bucky and the groan that Bucky lets out at his friend's stupid face before going his own way with him.
Part 5
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If inspiration strikes, will you write a shorter hero x taller villain where the hero overworks themself and blacks out during a fight with the villain, and they take the othe rack to their lair/apartment and they flirt whilst the villain cares for the hero
The hero woke up several times: in the car, when the villain carried them upstairs, when they were in bed. Every time was like a fever dream and even though they needed a break, whenever they dipped back into sleep, they couldn’t find any rest. They woke up more exhausted again and again and couldn’t even say anything to the villain before they closed their eyes.
So, when they woke up at 3 AM for the last time, they felt the familiar headache and the pressure on their throat that made them want to throw up. Their mornings usually began with a fight for control. The hero hated vomiting and it took them quite some time in this dark room to calm down.
The soft bed they found themselves in smelled like their enemy, the hero realised. At least they could focus on that. On something else than the acid in their throat.
Somehow they managed to get up on shaky legs and turn on the lights. Instinctively, their mind wandered to their melatonin until they realised it was in their own bedroom. Sleep wouldn’t find them that easily again, then.
Their body ached as they moved towards the door, as if their muscles had been damaged permanently.
Eventually, they found the villain in the living room. They sat at the table, staring into their laptop and writing on a paper. Once they saw the hero (it took them awhile to realise they were there), their brows knitted together.
“You’re supposed to be in bed,” they said.
“I should probably go,” the hero answered. Some nervousness crept up on them and they couldn’t explain exactly why. It was probably the absence of their melatonin. “…thank you for saving me.”
The villain gave them a once-over and the hero noticed that they were wearing one of the villain’s shirts. Their body responded with a hot face and red ears. Shit, why hadn’t they noticed sooner?
“You were pretty out of it,” the villain said. They turned towards the hero and tilted their head. “Are you sure you want to go home right now? It’s late, well, early. You haven’t gotten your ten hours of beauty sleep yet.”
The hero smiled sarcastically.
“I get three hours if I’m good.” The villain looked at them again, a little more intense this time.
“You’re a natural beauty, then,” they said before they turned towards their work once again and left the hero with their flushed face.
“How romantic,” the hero said dryly. They decided to sit down next to the villain, crossing their arms on the table and putting their head on them. They remembered falling asleep like this in class when they were younger but now… “What are you working on?”
“Ah, some kidnapping plans. I got this annoying nemesis, you know.” Their voice was pretty soft for 3 AM.
“You’re an ass,” the hero hissed.
“This ass saved you, so be a little more grateful,” the villain answered. They shrugged. “You really scared me for a second. Almost smashed open your brains. I almost didn’t catch you.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I don’t know what’s been going on recently.”
“Recently?” They looked at each other.
“I can’t sleep anymore. I don’t know why. Nothing too traumatic happened. I am not sick or anything. I just can’t rest. Even sleeping is restless.”
“Sexual intercourse is supposed to help with that,” the villain said, grinning, and the hero’s face started to turn red once again. “I’m joking. But I get what you mean. Some nights are harder than others.”
The villain paused, looked at the things they had written down.
“But if you want to, I’m going to bed now and you can join me. Maybe it helps, I don’t know.” The villain’s eyes widened when they saw the hero. “Just sleeping, of course.”
They stood up and leaned forward, their nose a few centimetres away from the hero’s. Their grin was back.
“Unless…”
The hero rolled their eyes but some part of their brain wanted a little more than the villain suggested.
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Literally love you, hope you're taking requests! Could you do the bayverse boys with a goth stoner?
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Smoke Sesh
TMNT x Fem Goth Stoner Reader
Summary: After ditching class for a smoke break, you're approached by two men with bad intentions. The TMNTs help you escape the alleyway you're cornered in, you guys have a smoke sesh in their van.
Word Count: 1.0k+
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It was second period and the monotone voice of your English teacher was putting everyone to sleep. Even the teacher wasn’t into it, just reading aloud from the book while sitting at her desk. Not even bothering to look up as she did so. You picked up your bag before quietly walking out of the classroom. As long as you were quiet, the teacher didn’t care or notice if anyone left. There were a couple of security guards that you had to pass, you would feed them an excuse about going to the nurse’s office and usually, they bought it. As you walk past the front gates of your school, you pull your black cardigan closer to your body. You didn’t realize it was so cold outside, your nose was becoming sensitive and runny. Stopping in a narrow alleyway between two apartment buildings, you rummage through your bag.
Your older sister woke up late for work this morning and was only able to take a couple of puffs out of the blunt she rolled before leaving. You took advantage of this and hastily threw it in your bag before leaving. Luckily it wasn’t bent or damaged to the point of being unsmokeable. After you finally find the lighter you put it into your blunt and take the first drag. It was like you could feel the weed pushing the anxiety out of your body. The rain was getting heavy but it didn’t bother you one bit. Not only were you being kept dry from a fire escape above you, on colder days, but your make-up also lasted much longer because it wasn’t exposed to extreme heat. You were wearing a long black maxi skirt and a thin long-sleeve, both in black; along with black riot boots. Not being able to resist, you take a couple of pictures. 
“I bet those pictures came real nice,” a voice growled from the left of you. You jumped and whipped your body to see who spoke. Feeling your heart drop into your stomach, you slowly start to back up; trying to gain as much space between each other.
“Oh, my dad is actually about to pick me up, I have to go,” you lied as you began to walk away, you were walking backward because you were scared to turn your back to him.
“So soon, I’m sure you can be a little late,” the creep said, starting to charge you. As he did so you turned but were stopped by a truck that broke directly in front of you. 
“Get in,” one of the passengers said as the sliding door rolled open. You didn’t even look at who was in the vehicle, you were so desperate to get out of the current situation that you didn’t think twice. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down but it was hard considering the severity of what could have happened. After a few moments and tears, you looked up and realized who was in your company. When you saw the turtles you passed out momentarily. When you came to, one of them was fanning you. You immediately sat up but Donnie asked you to calm down. 
“Woah woah, don’t sit up too fast. You had a vasovagal response which means you lost consciousness due to a lack of blood flow to the brain. You are totally okay though and your vitals are normal. Did anything happen in the alleyway that might cause you to need medical attention?” Donnie said, lifting his goggles up so you could see his eyes. 
“No, I’m just shaken up a bit,” you said, sitting up on a seat in the back of the van. 
“I’m sure, glad everything turned out okay,” Donnie said. 
“Yeah because you’re way too hot to die,” Mikey said, plopping down next to you.
“Mike! Sorry, he has impulse control issues,” Raph said as he drove. 
“Dude! Don’t say that in front of my new hot, spooky, witch girlfriend,” he whispered, blocking your view of his mouth in an attempt to stop you from seeing what he said. 
“Is it okay if I smoke in here,” you asked? The van got quiet, the boys looking around at each other without saying anything. 
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Leo said.
“I don’t know, she just went through a traumatic thing. If she’s used to smoking then maybe she needs it to help her calm down, you know?” Mikey said. 
“What about contact high?” Raph asked. 
“Technically the effects would not be significant unless she was blowing the smoke directly in your face or the car filled with a dense enough smoke,” Donnie explained. 
“So is that a yes?” you asked, putting the blunt into your mouth and waiting for a response before lighting it. 
After nobody disagreed you lit it again and took a drag, you laughed when you noticed that they were all looking at you. They looked away for a second but it didn’t take long before all their eyes were on you again. At this point Raph parked the van and opened the windows. You were making subtle conversation, asking them if they ever smoked before. As expected, they all haven’t and were surprised when you offered them the blunt. Mikey went to grab it without hesitation and Leo stopped him. After a little persuasion, Mikey grabbed it and took a drag. The blunt in your hand was still pretty big but in his hand it looked like a tiny little twig. He immediately started coughing which made his brothers look around in a worried way. The effects were immediate and he started laughing and joking more than usual if that’s possible. This hummored his brothers, lightening the mood of the situation. 
“I just want to thank you guys again for saving me from that situation,” you said again, putting out the roach. 
“No worries girl, I'd always be there for my goth girlfriend,” Mikey said, wrapping his arm around you. 
“I appreciated that,” you joked back, giving him a kiss on his cheek; leaving a black lipstick mark.
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A morning at the ranch
A/N: The first Silva fic I've done!! And dear god did I self indulge, this is the fic that's gonna ruin my reputation I just know (it's very kinky okay?), also this has no relevance to the actual movie whatsoever, this is just filth, so you can read this if you haven't seen it, no spoilers. Pairing: sub!bottom!Silva x top!male!reader
CWs: (oh god) SMUT, Morning sex, established relationship, AU, rimming (character receiving), cumming inside, scent kink.. (this is where it starts getting freaky), and the grand weird finale: a sprinkle of armpits cause uh.. I don't know, let me be unholy please...?
Please reblog!!
(fem!readers I'd rather you not read this considering this character's most likely gay..)
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You were sleeping peacefully next to your man, you had slept in each other’s arms as you normally always did, it was common practice. You woke up to a couple of soft grunts and whimpers and the view you saw was quite admittedly fucking hot. Silva was next to you, fingering himself as he jerked himself off, moaning. He was horny and probably didn’t want to wake you up. But Silva doing this… touching himself, his most sacred places, it was a beautiful view.
“Yes- please- y/n” he moaned, he was moaning your name, he wanted you, and when your man called you didn’t say no, you grabbed hold of his hand, the one that he was fingering himself with. He let out a gasp of surprise as he felt you grab it, “Oh, mi amor, why are you doing this all alone?” “I didn’t wanna wake you up…  ” he said with the cutest look,
“Well… it was nice to wake up to your moans and whimpers… I’ll admit that” you said as you got up and started getting on top of him, “Ah- please-” he begged you breathily, so prettily that you couldn’t deny him.
You put your tongue against his hole, tasting the man, he moaned as his sensitive ass was licked out by you. He put his arms behind his head as he quietly moaned out how good it felt and begged you to not stop. At some point he put his hand on the back of your head, he needed you to eat him out more passionately, and you did, “Fuck, Silva, you taste good this morning…” you mumbled against his hole, your vibrations on his ass sending shivers up his spine.
You slid a finger into his opening as he moaned in pleasure, feeling not his but your fingers in him, he knew how much you loved it, and that turned him on. You were extremely horny by now, seeing your fingers pump in and out of his tight hole, taking a look at it while it’s like this because you know after you’re done with him it won’t be as tight and it’ll be full of your cum. The thought turned you on.. you loved ruining Silva like that, and you sure as hell were gonna do it this time, “So good for me..” you mumbled as he moaned over and over again while your fingers brushed against his prostate, sending tingles of pleasure rippling through his body.
You took out your fingers as you spat on his hole repeatedly and pressed your tip against his tight opening. You waited for him to beg “Please…” his pleading followed your wishes as you slowly went in, he was already opened up from touching himself so sliding in was no challenge, in a few seconds, you were already balls deep inside his ass, “Sorry I haven’t been able to pay attention to you, hermoso…” you apologized as you slowly thrusted so hard, “It-it’s okay..” he accepted the apology as best as one could while being fucked. Suddenly, your cock hit his prostate and he clenched around you and screamed in pleasure, you smirked at this “Don’t worry precioso, I’m gonna fuck you so good you’re gonna see stars…” you said as you thrust into him, he was clearly too turned on to say anything.
You went slowly at first, not wanting to actually hurt Silva, “Please..” he begged, you went a little harder as he wrapped his legs around your waist, wanting to keep you inside him, “Fuck, so good..” you said almost to yourself as you fucked Silva, you kissed up to his neck softly, which had him moaning even more. Then when he least expected it, you sucked hard at his collarbone to leave a mark on him, he moaned in pleasure again, louder than the other times as you thrusted more hungrily into him. But there was something missing, he wasn’t submitted enough to you just yet… his arms, they weren’t pinned above him, so you took his hands and pinned them above him with your right hand, now he was truly yours.
Suddenly, your nose smelt something, a faint scent which made your lust go through the roof.. it was Silva.. and fuck was it making you feral. Silva’s underarms were the origin of that hot, musky scent that filled the air between you two. Silva would just let you do whatever at this point, so you put your face under his arm and kissed that place. That scent seriously amped up your desire, making you start thrusting very hard into Silva, his shaky moans filled the room, “Fuck… need that scent Silva..” you fucked him hard, powered up by this newly discovered method. 
You looked at the man under you, moaning with pleasure, letting you do whatever you wanted to him, you went in and kissed him. It felt like the right thing to do, kissing the man you loved while making love. “Gonna come soon..” Silva managed to weakly moan out. You just kept thrusting into him as he started to moan louder and louder, “Oh god I’m cumming.. I’m cumming” he said as he spurted his release all over himself. His walls clenching around you brought you over the edge as you pumped your seed deep inside him, your body fluttering at the experience as you unloaded in Silva’s ass. You stayed locked together for a while, refusing to let go of each other.
“Was that enough, precioso?” 
“Yes… so good” he said as he smirked, “oh and don’t think I didn’t notice you snif-” 
“No, we don’t talk about that” you chuckled, interrupting him,
“Nu uh, you weirdo” he mocked, you raised your eyebrow at him, 
“Right, says the guy that gets off on smelling like my cum” you laughed again, knowing you had the upper ground as he blushed in embarrassment. “it’s fine my love, not like I mind cumming all over you” you said as you smirked, inching him closer to you, both of you enjoying the kinkiness of the other, “We should have breakfast now” you smiled, 
“Yeah..” Silva smiled at you lovingly, “Can you walk?” you asked, half joking half serious, 
“Yes, surprisingly” Silva sassily remarked as he got up and you followed, seeing a trail of cum run down his leg.
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marsmarbles · 2 months
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TeeHee have a DamselDuo one shot I wrote. They make me ill. Yay!! (1129 words)
Scott woke up in a cold sweat. His limbs ached, like he had been sleeping there for years instead of just a few minutes. As he surveyed himself for damage, memories came flooding back to him.
Burning hot lava. He had fallen in, been consumed by it while on his nether trip. He can still feel the fire licking his cheeks, encasing his face. Surveying his arms, he could still see burn scars that weren’t going away soon. They would stay to remind him of what he’s done, who he’s just killed.
Who he’s killed. Instead of his arms, his vision focuses on the chains trailing down his left arm. It fazes through the wall, because it’s not actually physical, just an illusion. Scott can see the vague color change from bright green to more of a lime, and he knows what color it will eventually become when it reaches his wrist.
You died. A voice whispers in his ear. Do you know what you did, Star?
“I’m pretty fucking aware, thanks.” He tries not to let the panic seep into his voice, but fails miserably. He can’t deal with the speakers right now, he has to check that he’s ok. Scott jumps out of bed, tripping his way out of the door of his cottage as he runs desperately to follow the chain. It turns from green to lime to a sickly yellow, confirming his worst fears. But really, they were confirmed the second he woke up.
He realizes halfway to his destination that he doesn’t have any of his items. His things were turned to ash in the lava, all of his iron armor and quartz lost to the fire. He ignores this best he can, trying not to think about the hours of work he wouldn’t get back.
Instead he runs faster, his footfalls echoing across the valley. Scott can feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes, whether from the stress or the wind whipping at his eyes, he isn’t sure. The other house comes into view, half built with three walls and several support beams. The chain shrinks as he gets closer, revealing the almost sunflower yellow. 
He rips open the door, looking around the house. Joel is in the middle of the floor, curled up with his head between his knees. “Joel, Joel, I’m so sorry! I-I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to, and-“
“Get out.”
“What?” 
Joel lifted his head from its perch. Scott realized his normally perfect hair was tangled everywhere, the green streak having changed to yellow. His eyes were a similar color, as were the chains around his wrists. He looked horrible, to put it lightly, as it was obvious he had shed at least a few tears. “You promised that you would keep me safe. You lied to me. Get out, Scott, before I go hunt down Pearl.”
“Joel, I-“
“Do you not have fucking ears? I said, ‘get out!’”
Scott flinched away, but refused to leave that easily. When Joel saw his stubborn expression, he just shuffled away and put his head down again. Scott looked around the half finished house, trying to find something, anything, he could use to apologize. He didn’t think he could stand for Joel to be mad at him, not like this.
Scott made his way around the house, doing his best to avoid the sullen figure on the floor. He opened the chests quietly, finding building supplies, stray snacks, and… a hairbrush. He smiled softly and picked it up, heading over to Joel and sitting behind him. 
Scott remembered the first time he had done this. It was their second day in these stupid games. He had discovered that, one, he was chained to Joel (obviously a cruel trick from the Watchers) and two, his hair was very long. Scott had experience with long hair, but Joel didn’t, and it showed. He had laughed and taken one of his ribbons, doing his best to take the leaves and sticks out of his hair before he braided it to match his. That was the first time he had seen Joel genuinely smile at him.
Now he took his hair again in his hands, humming as he brushed it out. Joel let him, keeping his head down. Slowly, he untangled the knots. It was hard work, considering how messy it was, but he finished soon enough. Softly putting the brush down, he split the mass into three strands and started braiding them together. Joel had lifted his head up at that point, not quite a pleased expression on his face, but it was close enough for Scott.
When he had finished, he used a stray ribbon he had (yellow, how ironic) to tie the end so it would stay. Scott silently slid around so he was facing Joel’s face now, and clasped his hands.
“I know there’s no real way I can apologize for what I’ve done, but I truly am sorry. I will do my best to be more careful. I-I woke up, and I was so afraid I had lost you, and-“ He took a shaky breath. “I am so, so sorry. I understand if you can’t forgive me. I’ll leave no-“ Scott stood to walk towards the door, but a hand caught his wrist and pulled him back down.
“I,” Joel took a breath. “I can forgive you. It’s fine, it would happen one day, we knew it was coming.” Joel offered him a toothy grin. “I still hate you though.”
Scott let out a wet laugh. “I love you too, Joel.” He dragged him into a hug, placing his face into his shoulder. “I love you too.”
The repetition meant something, something deeper that neither of them wanted to admit. When Scott pulled away, he offered a smile before he stood. “I’ll go tell Lizzie and Pearl what happened. I’ll be over tonight though.”
When he was less than fifteen feet from the house, an annoying voice spoke in his ear once again. 
Ooohhh, someone has a crush.
“I have standards. I don’t just fall for every guy I meet, you know.”
I don’t know, that seemed to be the case with Jimmy and Martyn and-
“Stop right there! Nope, nope, I will not have the gods metaling in my romantic life. That is something I would like to have control over, thank you very much.”
All in due time, Star.
The Speaker snickered as it flew away. Scott scoffed and kept walking, towards the house that Lizzie and Pearl inhabited. So what if he liked Joel a little more than normal? It wasn’t like anything would happen about it.
Still, as he walked, he couldn’t keep his mind off of how much yellow surprisingly fit Joel.
sorry it’s so long but I love them. Maybe expect more fanfic coming soon of Scar and Sausage???
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I’m…….im fucking speechless…..THIS IS SO GOOOODDDD RAMXKVKDKCMVMDMCN!!!!! Have you really read through my whole page???? Cuz all of this is too accurate.
Also also also!!!! HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS GONNA HAVE THE SPEAKERS CALL SCOTT STAR!!!!!???!?!!?!! while I was reading I was “WHOT!!! THEY’RE SPYING ON ME THEY’RE SPYING ON ME!!!
You also captured the Speakers’s personality perfectly!!!
The whole time I was reading I was both smiling uncontrollably and on the verge of tears thank you so much!!! I’m so excited to read more(if you make more that is no pressure)!!!!
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ezri261 · 1 year
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Personal Assistant…
Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 5.1
Part 4
Warnings: Degradation, size kink, belly bulge, drinking an unknown substance, drugging, dacryphilia, spanking, cursing, crying, feminization, sadism, masochism, gagging, humiliation, collar-pulling, blindfold
a/n: oh boy, we're in for a ride.
(M/N) woke up and immediately felt something on his eye, and he immediately got up and looked in the mirror. It was an eye patch, it had a unique design to it, and it was on the eye that he had just lost due to Dottore going on with his outburst.
He could only sigh, it's not like he can complain about it. He does not want to lose both of his eyes and become permanently blind, no. Furthermore, he looked at the time and saw that it was four in the morning, the perfect time to get ready and not deal with the Doctor complaining that he was late.
Whilst (M/N) got ready, Dottore was at his lab, running around too excitedly for his own well-being, even his clones were confused. He was making an unknown mixture that specifically does something to your mind and body, and he was making sure that the effects were going to be strong and effective.
“Sir, I'm here.”
A voice called out from the other side of the door, before coming in and shutting it, making the light from the outside peer in for only just a second.
“Good, now sit down on that chair, we're still not done from yesterday, traitor.”
(M/N) quietly sat down without hesitation, not wanting another 'incident' happening. Dottore then went on with his work, wanting to perfect the unknown mixture, and when (M/N) saw what it looked like, he was pretty… Nervous per se, not every day you see the Doctor being passionate about something, which was unsettling, to say the least…
“Put on this blindfold, you brat. You're going to be my new lab rat for the next few days, we'll see if you can survive.”
“Yes, sir.”
(M/N) reluctantly put on the blindfold, not wanting to question any further, because if he does, Archons know what this man would do to him.
He suddenly got his mouth forced open and a cold liquid went into his mouth, and with no choice, he had to swallow it, the liquid itself was disgusting, he wanted to throw up, and his stomach felt weird, his body felt hot, his body was sensitive— wait what?
“What are you feeling right now?”
“Sensitive.”
“Good, anything else?”
Dottore knew what he wanted, it was right in front of him.
“… Needy… Hot…”…
(M/N) was inhaling and exhaling at this point, what was in that mixture? He doesn't want to know, he just wanted this feeling to end.
“It's working… Do you want that feeling to end?”
“Yes, please…”
“Well, too bad, pretty boy.”
Dottore walked forward and took his blindfold off, the cloth now sitting at his neck. Now (M/N) could fully see the Doctor, when did he become so hot—?
“You're staring, pretty boy.”
“Sorry.”
He wasn't tied up or anything, so what was stopping him from ravaging the man in front of him? Fear. The same man was grinning at (M/N)'s state, it was amusing for him to see that his own very emotionless assistant was making faces like this.
Dottore slowly took everything off until he was only wearing his shirt and some pants, and it made (M/N)'s mind go hazy, almost making his dick do the talking, but he held himself back because of the same reason— fear.
“What are you waiting for, hm? I want this experiment to be done as soon as possible.”
And that's all it took for (M/N) to pin him to the desk that was conveniently behind Dottore, and it made him groan out of pain, but he let the male take the lead, curious and excited about what he will do.
You started licking and biting his neck, making him squirm under you, he's quite impatient, isn't he? It looks like he's been waiting for this very moment to happen, but you were too focused on making him feel good, as well as yourself.
“Y-yeah, that's it, ravage me like you want it.”
Dottore panted and squirmed, his pants started to feel uncomfortable, he wanted to take them off, but you were preventing him from moving
(M/N) took his shirt off, along with Dottore's and it looked marvelous. His body was littered with miniature scars and some past bruises.
“Beautiful…”
(M/N) stared at him in disbelief
“Get on with it already!”
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esmedelacroix · 4 months
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Coffee Shop Love Pt.5
pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader
summary: He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit smiley-ass barista.
contents: slow burn, no use of y/n, fluffy, not proofread
author's note: Hi lovies, exams are done! I'm starting vacation soon so I'll be writing a lot more. Hope you like this chapter I had fun writing it. Let me know what you think, and comment to be added to the taglist for this series, enjoy...
word count: 1.4k
Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth
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Your eyes fluttered open as bright morning lights glared through your curtains. There was something strange about this morning, but it was a good kind of strange. You felt a strange warmth, it wasn’t your blanket or heater, it was—Miguel?! Memories of last night resurfaced in your brain and you felt your cheek and ears flush, and Oh my god, Miguel is cuddling me right now, you thought to yourself as you looked down and saw his huge arms wrapped around you. He was holding your hands delicately, sharing his warmth with you. You could feel his soft breaths fanning your forehead, slow and tranquil, in and out. You fit perfectly against him, like the last puzzle piece of a Ravensburger jigsaw puzzle.
Despite your tangled legs, having Miguel this close was perfect. He began to stir in his sleep and soon woke up himself. He immediately pulled away from you frantically. “Sorry, I just, you were cold and I-“ he started. The familiar chill encapsulated your body the second Miguel let you go leaving you a bit disappointed. “It’s fine, I don’t mind at all," you reassured, placing a hand on his forearm.
"It was nice," you muttered looking away hoping he didn't hear you. Your sudden soft shyness sent butterflies to his chest. Your bedhead made your change in demeanor even cuter. Not to mention those reindeer onesies you were wearing. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" you questioned feeling his laser glaze burning through your figure.
"No, it's nothing," he said as he dragged himself out of your bed.
You followed, and put some coffee on in the kitchen. Miguel freshened up and sat on the couch with his laptop in hand and glasses on his nose. Although the storm was still happening his job kept him busy. You heard him typing away and finished making him a hot black coffee. Making him coffee as he worked reminded you of being in the shop late at night.
Miguel honed in on his work, you, taking your time cleaning up the shop before closing so that Miguel could have more time to work. The little peeks you took at him while he worked. As you watched him you learned many things about him. You noticed that he chews on his pens when he seems stuck or stressed. He runs his hand through his hair when he is tired, and he enjoys the Frank Sinatra songs that you play. He thought you didn't hear him singing Girl From Ipanema in the shower. His voice was amazing; it was deep, rich, and flowed like honey.
Miguel could smell the coffee you were brewing for him from the couch. The scent was strong, he could tell you were using different beans than you use in the shop. Miguel couldn't deny that he felt the same deja vu. He felt like he was back in your shop doing his "work". Half of the time he was sitting there on his laptop, he was typing gibberish into the Google search bar. When he wasn't doing work, he was looking at you. Watching, memorizing, because every movement you made beguiled him.
He took notice of the subtle sway of your hips to the music, the gentle tilt of your head matching the slow melodies. Your movements seemed to encapsulate a suppressed passion and excitement. Unbeknownst to you, Miguel watched as you slipped into the kitchen, believing you were unobserved, dancing exuberantly to the music just because you could.
Miguel never overlooked those instances when you sang along or hummed certain parts of the songs; each detail etched into his awareness.
So as you stood before him waiting for some kind of reaction to the coffee that you had made, he was fully aware of your anxiousness. He took a slow sip, swallowed, and then looked up at you. You fiddled with your fingers awaiting his reaction. But nothing. He just sat there and drank, showing absolutely no reaction. "So, what do you think?" you squeaked trying to get anything out of him. You watched him duck his head down suppressing laughter.
"You stinker! You're making fun of me!" you laughed, placing your hands on your hips.
"Sorry I just can't help myself, your reactions are so cute," he chuckled putting his reading glasses at the top of his head.
"Seriously though, do you like your coffee?" you asked softly.
"No, I love it, Baby," this might be the best coffee I have ever had," he revealed.
"Oh, wait till you discover cream and sugar," you quipped sarcastically. To which he gave you a playful eye roll.
The day went by very quickly. The shop was closed due to the blizzard so you worked on the holiday decorations for the store. With Miguel upstairs on business Zoom calls. His coworkers saw the festivity and warmness of your home in the background and immediately drilled him with questions. Asking if he was at his girlfriend's house, and revealing that Miguel has no love life.
You walked back up to your apartment after all of the work was done in the shop. You came back to Miguel surprisingly watching a Christmas movie. "Hey wanna come join?" he asked motioning for you to come over.
"What a pleasant surprise, you? Watching holiday films? Hell has officially frozen over," you teased as you plopped down next to him.
"Oh, stop it," he rebutted as wrapped an arm around you pulling you into his side. To say you were taken aback by this sudden gesture was an understatement. You looked up at him with a puzzled face hoping your flustered expression wasn't too visible. He looked down at you with a small smirk. You felt a million jingle bells go off in your stomach at that very moment.
You snuggled against him enjoying the film he put on, and the warmth he radiated. Without realizing it, you had both fallen asleep on the couch together. You were both softly snoring, your head resting on his chest. Your arms wrapped around him like he was a giant teddy bear. Amid your rest, both of your phones began to buzz uncontrollably. Miguel woke up and shook you awake. "The storms are over," he said softly. You groaned, too comfortable to get up.
"C'mon Baby, I have to get up," he chuckled.
The two of you finally got up. Miguel got his things together and you both headed down into the shop. You were going to see him out of the shop when you forgot that you prepared a special something for him while he was working.
As he began to walk out the door, you heard the bells jangle and called out to him, "Wait!"
You caught up with him outside and you handed him a brown paper bag that had gingerbread man cookies decorated to look like him. "I made these for you," you huffed shivering a bit as the frigid air hit your face.
"Thank you, Baby, now get inside, and get warm, you're shivering," he said, ushering you to get your freezing butt in your warm shop.
You waved goodbye to Miguel and watched him get into his car before opening up the shop. The day went by well. Loads of customers came in excited to try out the new holiday menu you made. The grumpy(Miguel-themed) gingerbread man cookies were a hit.
As the customers all left and the clock hit 9:30 pm you wondered where Miguel was. He was usually there by this time. But there was no sign of him at all. It was unusual but you decided to shake it off and lock up since he obviously wasn't coming that night.
You were more disappointed than you would've imagined you'd be. I guess I've gotten too used to his company, it's like routine now, you thought to yourself. You slept that night hoping to see Miguel the next morning.
Next Pt.6...
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xxrhxysxx · 9 months
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Heyyyyy saw ur requests were open for ghost can I get like reader(gn or fem idc) x Simon where like reader needs to borrow a shirt for whatever reason (idk it got ruined or something) and Simon ends up giving them one and they wear it around the safe house or around the others and bro goes feral idk just a thot
Thx
(hopefully smut but totally get it if not thx)
Him giving you his shirt is so baby girl of himΨ(≧ω≦)Ψ also thank you for requesting, sorry this took oh so long ☆
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Simon(Ghost) Riley giving you his shirt
Gn reader x Simon Riley
. Warnings: sugestive, swearing,
(Sub coded!)Simon
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. It had been really busy around the safe house in an attempt to calm down you made yourself cup of hot chocolate and were ready to head back to your room, on the way back bumped into Gaz who was play fighting with Soap, that causes you to spill the hot chocolate all over yourself, lucky you it wasn't hot but warm.
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When you first knock on Simons door and ask for a shirt he's confused and flustered, he gives you the shirt and tells you you don't have to give it back, little did he know that this decision was the cause of soon to be problems. The next day when he woke up and came to the kitchen to make some tea the first thing he saw was you with a coffee in hand "good morning" you said but instead of replying he just looked at you, it made you nervous he stared at you a lot but this time it was different, it was intense, hungry almost, he had to snap himself out of the trance he was in, "good morning" his voice was a bit breathy and small. he was sweating trying not to say how good you look in his shirt, how much he wants to kiss you, despite how awkward the silence is you graciously excuse yourself from the room and go to the rest of the team. Whilst talking with the others soap points out how hard ghost is staring at you but decide to ignore it. Later that evening everyone decides to go out to a bar you decline because you aren't a big fan of drinking, while making yourself a cup another of hot chocolate since you didn't really get to enjoy the first one you spot a figure out of the corner of your eye you turn around to see Simon staring at you again but this time you decide to say something "Is there something wrong with how I look? This the the 3rd time I've caught you looking at me" he doesn't respond but you can tell he heard you after a few seconds pass you hear heavy foot steps that stopped right behind you. You turn around to Simon abnormally close you give him a look that hints at him to move, he scoots back a bit and with a apologetic look in his eyes " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare " it's quiet , barely audible "It's fine... Can I know why you're staring at me so much? " there's a pause, you can tell he wants to say something, but he's not, it frustrates you almost because you two have history, you both joined at the same time, you trained together, hell he had stayed over at your house a few times, you weren't besties but he could at least tell you why he was staring. After a few seconds you go back to making your hot chocolate "If you won't tell me it's fine. I'm just curious that's all" "It's just... you look really good in my shirt" he looks away from you, fidgeting with his hands you can tell he more to say than that but you don't push "Is that a bad thing? " you spoke "No but the things I'm thinking about doing to you are" you're in shock you never took Simon for the kind of guy to get hard from you wearing his clothes. You feel heat run though your whole body, you start to sweat as he steps closer to you he won't look at you though and to look into his eyes is the only thing you need right now. "Simon look at me please" he obeys "If you want me I'm yours but I need you to tell me exactly what you need ok? " "Okay" you guide as him to his room. As you both lay on his bed you can hear his heartbeat get louder, and you notice him sweating "are you nervous" you speak "a bit yeah" "why" he looks away as if he Hiding something. "I've wanted to do this for a while but I never thought I'd get the chance" he whispers. "Well now you have the chance so show me how much you wanted this".
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. Once again I'm so so sorry that I took so long I just couldn't find the motivation to write but I hope you enjoyed and again thank you for requesting 🤎☆
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Goodbye, My Dear Stranger (6)*
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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader) (Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]
Chapter Character(s): Steven Grant, Jake Lockley
Content/Tags: SMUT +18, morally grey main character, one sided non-exclusive relationship, Steven just being the nicest man in the world and the horniest, Consensual Voyeurism (wink wink), fingering, oral (f!receiving), dry-humping, cum eating,  PinV, praise kink, dirty talk, jealous talk, too many pet names, hair pulling, biting, Jake being a munch BELIEVERS RISE.
Word Count: 6.8k
Summary: Wanting to take things slow with Steven, you find your mind going back to Jake, good thing is all in your head, right?
Guess who is back from the dead? YEAH, me bitches! I am so sorry for disappearing for so long, writers block is a bitch, but I needed to deliver this as soon as I could. So, ofc, this has not been edited so I apologize for any errors u might find, ENJOY AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN WEEK!
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Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heartbeat faster. It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against your pelvis as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking slowly, taking his time as he did so. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm.
You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks.
You just had to answer the phone, didn’t you?
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Turns out the café would be back in business two days after your last encounter with Jake. You had gotten the morning shift that week, working through your day with a smile for the customers, preparing and serving them. The ride back was long, or at least that’s how it felt. Lids heavy as you unlock the entrance to the complex, the lift opening to reveal one of your neighbors walking off. All you could think of while at work was to get back to your flat, lay down on your comfy bed and fall asleep for a little. That would’ve been ideal, but as soon as you walked through the door your phone rang. 
It was Steven. His voice chimed from the other side, surely with a smile on his face. You closed the door behind you. 
‘Hi, love, you on your way home?’ Steven asked, you nodded to yourself.
‘Already am. Just got here actually.’ You sighed as you walked past the living room window, dropping your bag on the couch. 
‘Oh really? Yep, just saw you walk by.’ He let out a small laugh, you turn to see him getting closer to his window.
You send him a quick wave before heading to the fridge.
‘Worked early today?’ You ask him, inside the fridge was your beloved wine bottle, you took it and closed the door with your hip.
‘Yeah, actually made it in time, can you believe that?’ You laugh, shaking your head.
‘Hardly.’ You tease, ‘What did Donna say?’
You poured yourself a glass, taking a quick sip from the bottle before placing it down.
‘Well, the only reason I made it in time was because I woke up thinking I was already late. So Donna was very surprised when she saw me walk in thirty minutes early. She even looked worried, I had no clue she could even show any other emotion.’
‘Geez, thirty!? No wonder she did, I would be too, thinking something must have happened.’
Steven laughs on the other end, then he goes quiet for a second. You wait, hoping for him to speak but, there is something about the silence that makes you worry.
‘You still there?’ You ask softly, not wanting to startle him if anything.
A small mhm comes from the other line, you tilt your head to the side, he sounds unsure.
‘Can you go towards the window?’ Steven asked.
‘Sure, just give me a sec.’ You left your glass on the table and walked towards your living room, the curtain was halfway open, allowing some sunlight to peek through. 
You pushed the fabric to the side; it was then you smiled. Across from you was Steven, a smile on his lips as he waved at you once more from his window.
‘Wanted to stop by and say hi at the shop, but you know, Donna.’ He scoffed, his voice sounded slower, with weight to it.
Even from a distance the dark circles around his eyes were darker. ‘You look tired Steven. Have you rested?’
‘I have just not been sleeping too well in the last two days, that’s all.’ You frowned but decided not to push it.
‘Try and rest for a little, it helps me whenever I feel stressed.’ Steven shook his head.
‘Can I tell you something?’ He asks, you nod.
‘Of course.’
‘I know I told you about my punctuality issues, but there’s sort of a reason why.’ Steven sighs, you start to worry. ‘I have these terrible nightmares; they feel almost too real. Sometimes I wake up in pain, perhaps I toss around too much. So, I sort of, try not to go to sleep.’
You feel your chest heavier with his words, the implication that Steven purposely avoided sleeping given his nightmares and the physical strain it put on his body was evident.
‘Have you tried talking with a specialist? Not sleeping for long periods of time can affect you, Steven.’ You see him shake his head.
‘Haven’t. I should though, really should.’ 
‘If it helps, I can research with you, find a good one that can help you.’ You reassure him, trying to let him know you want to help.
‘You don’t have to do that.’ He looks up, meeting your gaze with sad eyes.
‘I want to, Steven.’
‘I’m sorry for calling, I wanted to hear your voice. Is silly, I know.’ You looked down, a soft smile appeared on your lips.
‘Is not silly, Steven. It’s nice to hear that actually.’ You confessed and looked up.
It was hard to fully make out Steven’s eyes, but you saw him sigh, tilting his head to the side to once again look up at you.
‘It is rather nice, I think, talking to each other like this. Wouldn't you think?’
‘Yeah, but if I’m honest, it also makes me think of a prison visit.’ Your words cause Steven to laugh wholeheartedly.
‘That is also a perspective. But I do have a nice view and can see the whole world. I don't think an inmate can say the same, can they?’
‘Not much of a view Steven, my flat blocks any view.’ You saw him shaking his head.
‘Still a good view, I can see you.’ Steven then seems to turn around for a brief second before he turns to look back at you. ‘I really wonder, what made you like doing this?’
‘Like what?’ You asked and Steven gestures to you and him, then at his surroundings.
‘Watching. What caught your attention?’
It was your turn to sigh. You had not expected Steven to forget about the subject, but you didn’t have an answer in mind, a well thought out explanation in your logic and in your possible irrationality.
‘I can tell you; I could probably lie as well.’ You looked at him with a small smile before you looked down, your fingers reaching for the window, your nails drawing shapes on it. ‘It’s stupid, Steven.’
‘You can tell me.’ He responded immediately; his voice was soft, warm.
‘I’ve lived here for almost a year now. The Green Wall is the only place I feel safe, is what I know, is where my only friends are. I followed the same routine for the past year, over and over again.’ You said, you couldn’t hear Steven on the phone, and neither could you see him as you continued staring down. 
‘Then one night there was this light across my window starting to turn on during midnight. I saw a shadow pace about, then it would stay still for hours as it sat down to read, it was like watching a ghost, except, it made me feel accompanied. So, I no longer saw the ghost as a lonely soul, but as something I could share my late nights with even if the ghost was not aware.’
Ten seconds passed in silence after you spoke, you feared looking up, not knowing if Steven was even standing there anymore.
‘You thought of me as a ghost?’ Steven asked with genuine curiosity. You laugh.
‘That’s your big takeaway?’ You looked up, finding him leaning his forehead on the window, with his eyes closed and a smile on his lips.
‘One of them. When I saw you at the gift shop, it wasn’t the first time. I knew you looked familiar when you approached to talk to me, but it wasn’t until the next day that it dawned on me. I had seen you all the time on the bus, glance your way more than once, my eyes always following the same path towards you. I’ve always thought you were beautiful.’
You felt breathless, his words careful and sincere. Then he looks at you, his hand on the window, you feel your chest heavy. 
‘I wish I knew what you saw.’ He says with a quick laugh, and you feel your cheeks warm.
‘You could.’ You say immediately as you see him tilt his head.
‘Watch you? I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.’ He sounds worried.
‘You won’t, I will admit that it makes me curious to know what it is like to be on the other end. If you don’t feel uncomfortable then it’s okay. You asked what got me to do it in the first place, I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’
‘That sounds easier than it probably is.’ He nervously laughs, and you shake your head.
This man was surprising you, the way he doesn’t even bat an eye does make you wonder what he might truly hide behind those doe eyes of his.
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The door shut slowly behind Steven; his body heavy as he moved through the clutter of his flat.  He flipped the kitchen switch; light quickly illuminated his space and sighed. He had forgotten to clean the dishes before he left, having already been too late to even do so. He could clean them in the morning, he thought. Right now, what he needed was to lay down, just for a minute or two. Water droplet created a path as the man walked around, tossing his jacket on a chair without care. He dropped his bag on the table, bringing his right hand to his face and dragging it down as he rolled his eyes.
Rain had caught up to him on his way to the bus stop, leaving him all drenched on his way home. It was so late already, the cold of the night sure to do its job if he didn’t shower before bed.
His hair was wet, sticking to his forehead as he removed his shirt. His left hand quickly ran through his hair and scratched the back of his neck. Then he let his hands drop without care, hitting his thighs from weight with a thud. 
It had been a long day, Donna had forced him to work an extra shift given the fact he had shown up late once again. Of course his once in a lifetime trick of showing up early didn’t work this time. His sleep schedule had already been a mess, but he had surprisingly woken up only to find himself having the biggest headache of his life, the pain not even allowing him to focus through the day. 
He knew his body craved his bed and a soft pillow under his head, but he knew better. Even the thought of falling asleep made his body go rigid, his muscles ached.
Steven made his way towards his couch, dropping himself on the cushions, he took off his shoes and socks. The hardwood floor was cold on his skin, making him shiver. He was about to rest on the couch when in the corner of his eye a light flicker. He looked towards it and realized it was coming from your flat.
He stood there, your blinds were drawn, so it allowed him to see inside your flat, so he stood in the middle of his flat watching as you walked by. His heart jumped, a quick rising as he then saw you return back into view, your back facing him as you seem to head to your kitchen.
It was then he remembered your voice from two days ago, ‘I guess it’s easier to find out for yourself.’
Steven barely realized what he was doing when he had already made his way back to the kitchen and killed the light. The flat was dark now, the only light coming from the window thanks to the moonlight. He slowly walked closer to this one, creeping in the dark of his own home, slow quiet steps as if you were to hear them.
When he was closed enough, he saw you as you drank a glass of what looked to be wine, a very full glass. He frowned, he caught his hand trying to reach for his phone, but quickly stopped. Of course he could call you, ask how you were doing, hear your voice, but he wanted to see if he could know what was wrong just by his own means.
You had told him you had watched him during his many sleepless nights, having accompanied him even during his worst nights unbeknownst to you. You had found comfort through that, maybe he could do the same. Perhaps he would understand you, he wanted to understand, seek for that same comfort you found in him.
But as he continued to watch, he felt his heart pumping loudly. You had disappeared for a minute before you returned, seemingly in different clothes, you were wearing a tank top with what he could make out to be shorts. Steven gulped as he watched you take one more sip of the wine, making your way towards your window. 
He felt his heart race, have you noticed him standing there? No, there was no way, it was too dark. Oh no, your flat was higher than his, you could see far more into his flat then he could yours. He had already failed at his poor attempt.
But you sat down by the window, grabbing a book and opening it. Steven was stunned, had you not caught him?
Steven watched you, leaning himself against one of the supports that were around his flat. He crossed his arms as he rubbed his chin, his eyes taking in his view. You sat with both your legs on the loveseat, one leg closer to your chest. Your eyes running through the words in the book, one hand still holding the glass as you tilted your head to the side.
You seemed relaxed, he noticed. He subconsciously smiled at this, his heart calming down at the sight of you enjoying yourself. Then, he found his eyes traveling from your face, back to that glass, to your hand holding the book. They looked soft, they were, he remembered.
He gulped again, his heartbeat deciding to pick up again, your legs looked so soft. He could almost feel his fingers squeezing them. Steven then remembers your voice as he pushed his fingers inside you, how sweet it sounded, how breathless you were as you clung to him. How soft and perfect your breast felt on his hands, how fucking much he wanted to touch them again. How pretty you looked as you brushed his hair, how tender you were as you kissed him.
Before he realized, he was already hard. He tried to push the thoughts away, he blames his headache for even thinking of you while in such an inappropriate time. You take another sip of the wine and immediately remembers your lips around his cock.
“Bloody hell.” He lets out, closing his eyes, his head falling back against the wood. “The hell is wrong with you?”
His thoughts betray him once more as he sees you stare up at him through your lashes and he groans. Hitting his head against the wood purposely this time. Steven shakes his head, he didn’t understand why his mind decided to show you in such a way. Of course there was nothing wrong with you, he simply didn’t know why it had decided to show him that part of you.
This was supposed to be him trying to understand you, not him getting hot and heavy at the sight of you just doing something so mundane.
He would need to relieve himself tonight, of course, in the privacy of his shower.
Ring.
His eyes opened wide.
Steven fished around his pockets until he found his phone, the screen lit up, your name was displayed.
‘Incoming Call: Dove 🕊️’
Steven stares at the screen, then looks back towards the windows, there you were with your phone by your ear, waiting for Steven to answer you. He looked back again at his phone, his finger just hoovering the answer icon. You were reaching out to him, wanting something, yet, Steven just had to let his mind wander too far from sanity, his thoughts flashing more of those images of you on your bed. He couldn’t do it, talk to you and pretend everything was alright. 
“Just got to wait it out, that’s it.” He says to himself, before he lets the call reach his voicemail.
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You stared at your phone; you had tried calling Steven 30 minutes ago, but it sent you to voicemail. There was no light on in his flat, so perhaps he was still at the Museum, or on his way home. Yeah, it had to be that. A sigh escapes you as you glance at your glass, you drink every drop in one go before you stand up from the couch.  Today had not been a good day at work, some group of older women decided to pay a visit right before closing, only to ask for things you could not make or even sell, then proceeded to ask for them again but talk to you like you were some sort of idiot. Since they could not have things go their way, they started being absolute cunts, a nightmare. You were grateful Rose had not given a fuck and straight up kicked them out, you knew if the incident were to be brought up to the owner's attention, they would understand, which is why you were thankful for your job.
You walked back to the kitchen where the wine bottle stood, there was still some in it, but not for a full glass. You brought the bottle to your lips and drank it. Your muscles were tight around your shoulders, the alcohol not yet doing the trick. Soft droplets started to fall, bringing your attention to the window. The rain was calming down, you were glad you remembered to bring your umbrella to work this time.
It was then you remembered last time, how it had been Jake who swept in and drove you home. Truthfully, as much as you wanted to pretend you had entirely forgotten about Jake, you couldn’t. Sometimes, on those sleepless nights, your mind would think of your night with Steven, but it would be Jake instead. You felt guilty, the sexual frustration ate at you slowly, but you also couldn’t sleep with Steven knowing damn well you would think of Jake. 
You sighed. There was a store not too far from your flat you could walk to, restocking a brand new bottle of wine sounded like the perfect thing to do, well, maybe two bottles. And while you are at it, use the time to cool your head. Yeah, that was a nice plan. 
Quickly you walked to your room, looking through your wardrobe for a jacket until you found one. 
Before you knew it, you were already one block away from the store. Your umbrella in one hand as the other was in your pocket, keeping it warm. The rain was softer now, yet the cold was unforgiving as you felt your jaw tense. You had opted to still go out with your shorts, tank top, and only your jacket to keep you warm, deeming the trip to be a quick one. When you left your flat you had gotten a text from Steven, telling you he had been in the shower and was gonna try to go to bed. You even had the impulse to ask for a pic, of course, you didn’t. 
You groaned, something felt like you were about to start your period thanks to how ‘needy’ you were feeling. Or so you wanted to believe. 
Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate on your back pocket, you reached for it and looked at the screen. 
Unknown. Hesitating for a couple of seconds, you then tap the answer icon, bringing your phone to your ear.
‘Hello?’ You say.
‘Oh, so it is you.’ You feel your blood run cold, stopping in your tracks. ‘I thought you had given me the wrong number, well you sort of did, one of the numbers was wrong.’
Jake’s voice was deep, raspier than you remember. Your heart started beating like crazy, your grip on the phone tightened.
‘I did?’ You say softly, blinking as you try continuing your walk.
‘Sure did. Your fours looked like nines.’ He says a little annoyed, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you.
‘Sorry about that, I was in a hurry when I did that, remember?’ You dig, getting a scoff from Jake in return.
‘How could I forget, I was called a dick for it.’ Maybe it was the wine in your system, the late night air, or hearing Jake’s voice so close to your ear that got you feeling ballsy.
‘Aww, never been told that before? Was I your first?’ To your tease, Jake laughs, just a deep-dark laugh, your bones shake as you try walking some more.
‘Been called worst sweetheart, and I sure as hell can take your worst.’ 
‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep. If I remember correctly, I gave you my number once you knew how to act like a grown up.’ You could see the store now, but you stopped dead in your tracks.
There you saw the back of a white limousine with ‘SPKTR’ as the plate, one you knew too well by now. On the right side of this one, you saw a man with an Flat hat, and soft dark curls. Jake was standing with his right side facing you, smoking outside the store.
‘Only children apologize through the phone. I wanna see you.’ You could hear his voice faintly. 
He hadn’t seen you, all you had to do was to just turn around and walk away. But you stalled for too long, keeping yourself so quiet it seemed to worry Jake. He drops his cigarette, and looks at his phone, making sure the call was still going. But you tap the screen and end the call, this seems to confuse Jake, he furrowed his brows.
“I guess there is not a better time than the present.” Your voice surprises Jake, his eyes wide in alert, quickly relaxing once he sees you next to him.
“Gotta put a bell on ya’.” He says as he looks at you, really taking you in. His eyes going further down, he raises an eyebrow, not too happy to see your outfit. “You trying to catch a cold or something? What are you doing out this late?”
You roll your eyes. “What are you? My father? I came to buy some wine.”
Jake scoffs, clicking his tongue.
“Long day, huh? Hop in, I’ll get the bottle for ya.” He reaches the car door, opening this one. He gestures for you to get in.
“I can get it myself, Jake.” You tried telling him but he was already walking into the shop.
“Red or White?” He stopped to look at you and ask, you sighed.
“Both.”
After a couple of minutes of waiting inside the car, the door finally opened. Jake got in and placed the wine bottles between you and him, shutting the door. You had already started the car, allowing for this one to heat on.
“Thanks, how much was it?”
“None of that, take them as part of my apology.” You look away and out the window. Jake put on his seatbelt, then he cleared his throat. “Gonna say what got you so stressed out?”
“Old ladies who wanted things their way. Too many demands that were impossible to meet.” At the memory you sighed, closing your eyes. 
“Want to head home?” His voice was hard to decipher, you turn to look at him. 
Strong nose, clean shave, thick full lips. His eyes were looking straight ahead, the cap casting shadows on them.
“Are you free right now?” Your question makes him look at you, brown eyes even darker.
“Got an opening just for you.” He grins, you roll your eyes. “Where do you want to go? Your wish is my command, sugar.”
You looked away from him, staring at the windshield. The rain hadn’t stopped, nor did it seem it would any time soon.
“Can you drive us around?” Your voice came out softly. 
“Sure can.” Jake shifts the gear and the car starts moving.
The two of you drive in silence for almost 15 minutes, you steal a couple of glances every so often. His features looked rougher than those of Steven, your eyes then fell on his hands; concealed under his leather gloves.
You imagined how the material would feel on your skin. The texture would probably be soft from all the use.
It was then you reached for one of the bottles, grabbing it blindly from the paper bag. Suddenly Jake reached into his jacket, pulling out something and handing it to you. You grabbed it confused, it was a swiss army knife.
“Don’t think you can open that with your mouth.” He says plainly and you laugh.
“You would be surprised.” You tease and quickly find the wine opener amongst the many gadgets. “Where exactly are we driving? Or is it just a mindless route?”
Jake clears his throat, adjusting himself on his seat. “Have anywhere in specific?”
“No, just wondering.” Pop. The cork popped, you quickly took a swing from the bottle.
The bittersweetness of the wine immediately hits your system, a sigh of relief leaves you.
“It’s not just those old ladies that have you like this, is it?” Jake asks, you let the bottle rest by your thigh.
“Good observation, Lockley. But you don’t want to hear about it.” You take another sip.
“Sugar, I could have you talk my ear off all night.” The pet name didn’t go unnoticed.
Once more, you let the bottle rest on your thigh, but this time, you turn to face him. Eying his side profile as he drove, there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was enjoying this, more like he was enjoying messing with you. He was getting too comfortable, acting like things were good once again.
“I’ve been debating whether or not I should sleep with Steven again.” The car almost makes a full stop. He tenses at your words. “What? Thought I could talk your ear off.”
Jake pulls over, you feel your blood pumping fast as the car comes to a full stop. There he sits in silence, hands gripping tightly at the steering wheel, he finally sighs.
“What do you want me to do?” The question confuses you. His voice came out deep, raspier. “Want me to get on my knees to beg for your forgiveness? Say the word and I will. I know what you think. That Steven is all sweet and nice, a perfect little boy. You wanna bring him home to mama? Go ahead. But we both know he can’t give you what I can.”
His sudden outburst surprises you, not once did he look you in the eye. Your eyes widen, breath catching on your throat.
“And what exactly is it that you can give me?” You tried to look unaffected, but the liquor was already making your body buzz, warming your skin. 
Jake turns to look at you, eyes blow out as his lids are heavy.
“Hop in the back and I’ll show ya’.” His words are laced with lust, you feel your body respond to the insinuation, your falls pulsing with an unspoken promise.
You stare at him, his eyes shifting from yours to your lips, creating a path. “What if I don’t?” 
“Tell me to fuck off and I’ll take you home sweetheart.” Unconsciously, you lick your lips, attracting all of his attention to them. 
“Is this the other part of your apology?” You tease, causing him to chuckle.
“If you want it to be, it will make a hell of an apology that’s for sure.” He responded.
You take a deep breath. It wasn’t like you and Steven were together, there was never a talk about being exclusive, if anything you and Steven were becoming friends who started under different circumstances. You simply wanted to lay off some steam, all you had been thinking for the past week had been Jake and Steven.
“Better make it worth it then, Lockley.” At that Jake wolfishly grins, turning the engine off.
“Mejor de lo que esperas, ya verás.” He opens his door; you quickly place the wine bottle on a cup holder before opening your door as well. (Better than what you expect, you'll see.)
You quickly get out, soft rain falls on you as you walk towards the back of the limo, it was already getting late, the street was dead at this point. You open the door and step in, sitting down on the comfy seat. Jake closed the door behind him, quickly turning around, his right hand coming towards you as his lips clashed against yours. Immediately the kiss was returned with the same passion, your hands coming to pull the hat off and dropping it on the floor of the limo. Your hands found his hair, gripping it between your fingers as you let out a moan.
Jake pulls away, looking at you. “I’m gonna eat you up, sugar.” His voice came out hoarse. He starts kissing you again, but begins to kiss your jaw, slowly kissing your neck biting at the flesh.
“Got tired of sweetheart? Or simply wanted to try something new?” You say breathlessly. You feel him smile against your neck.
“Can’t a man say things as he sees them? You are addictive, I already can’t get enough of you.” Jake pulls down the zipper of your jacket, tearing it off you.
One of his hands takes claim at the back of your neck, the other on your waist. Quickly, Jake pulls you towards his lap making you straddle him. He bites at your collarbone, the hand on your waist squeezes the flesh there, before sneaking below the hem of your shirt. The leather was cold against your skin, but soft.
You pull on his hair, a breathy whine leaves your lips when he bites you one more time. His other hand squeezes your ass before he smacks it, making you jump.
“What sweetheart? You want gentle? Wrong fucking address baby.”
With his two hands, he grips your hips, pushing you down. It’s then you feel him, hard as he makes you grind against him. He pulls away, resting against the seat as he looks between the two of you. You moan at the friction, breath hitching.
“Jake.” His name leaves your lips, he grins proudly at you. 
“Come on, move those hips a little. Show me just how much you need me.” He shifts his hips up, making you hold back a moan. “If you do a good job, I’ll eat you out, just like you deserved.”
You start grinding against him, moving your hips in slow motions as Jake continues to guide your hips. His jaw tenses, with heavy lids he watches you move, a wicked smile on his lips as he does.
He rubs circles on your hip bone with his thumbs, applying small pressure that is almost uncomfortable. Your hands find his jacket, gripping it tightly as you start feeling your body growing hot, heart quickening as your wall flutters against nothing. Your head falls back, trying to grind faster against Jake groin, you are so close you can almost feel heaven, but he stops you from doing so.
“Someone’s needy.” He says, his voice so deep you shake. Jake stops your movements all together.
“Jake please!” You whine. “Please, I’m so close.” You grab his face, leaning in and kissing his lips. “Please.”
“Fuck, never knew I would like to hear you beg this badly.” Suddenly, Jake hugs you, bringing the two of you to the floor of the limo, laying you down slowly.
He pulls away and sits on his heels. Jake tears his jacket off, revealing a white button up shirt underneath. He then grabs his black tie, losing it before pulling it off with both hands with little care. He unbuttons the sleeves of the shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows taking his time as he looks at you, eyes traveling down your figure.
“You’re such a fucking tease.” You spat, eyes his body just the same. 
Jake tilts his head to the side with a shrug.
“Just trying to enjoy the view, is not everyday I get to see you like this, do I?”
You roll your eyes, laughing. 
“Never knew this was the only way to make you talk this much.” You tease, but are quickly silenced when Jake’s gloved hands make their way to the elastic of your shorts.
You lift your hips, letting him pull them off you leaving you in only your panties. When they were off, he whistled, running his gloved hands up your things, squeezing the flesh as he went. His eyes were heavy, a glint of something on them as he admired your thighs. You watched him lick his lips, the wetness it left on them making you squeeze your legs. 
Jake then seems to look beyond you, gaze lost for a second. He seems to space out, the subtle change making you reach for his hand, squeezing it gently.
“You alright?” You ask but the question didn’t seem to reach him. You tried sitting down, your hands going up to his forearms and massaging the skin.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, Jake opened his eyes. His eyes made your body tense, he frowned deeply and his jaw tightened before he crashed your lips hard, the motion making you yelp. He pushed you back on the floor of the limo, the kiss becoming more heated, his grip on you possessive.
“Time’s runnin’ out.” He groans, his hands take your knees, spreading them apart to position himself between you. He starts to lower himself, getting closer to your pelvis.
Jake pushes your panties to the side, immediately going in and licking your clit. You moan, one of your hands flying to his head, grabbing a hand full of his curls. Your skin feels hot, a thin layer of sweat forms as your head falls back, the windshields are foggy as the two of you are surrounded by your breaths, your eyes rolled back as your mouth hangs open. You let out a breathy gasp, your stomach tightening as you feel your heart beat faster. 
It’s exhilarating, the warmth of his breath against you as his mouth is enclosed around your clit, tongue licking quick little circles. His grip on your thighs is strong, bruising them as your back arches, air leaving your lungs as you start to feel the rise of your orgasm start again. 
You looked back down with heavy eyes as you locked them with him. A dark gaze looks at you from between your legs, his curls soft when your hand runs through them, moving his hair away from his forehead. The action makes him bite your inner thigh, a yelp falls from your lips, he smirks as he kisses the teeth marks. 
“You taste like heaven, my pretty little angel.” He places one more kiss. “So fucking wet, all of this for me.”
He pulls away and sits on his heels, hands going to his belt to undo it. He gets his jeans unbutton, pulling his zipper down. Jake hovers over you, leaning on one forearm as you hear him pulling himself from his briefs. 
“Open your legs wider, sugar.” You do as he says, feeling the head of his cock brush against your clit, making your body jolt.
His hand grips your thigh, bringing it to wrap against his back. Jake kisses your lips as he pushes himself in you, the stretch making you grip his shoulders tightly. You gasp against his lips.
“Jake, fuck.” You shut your eyes as your head falls back, Jake’s nose brushes your ear.
“I’m gonna need you to work with me. I’m on the clock, next time I’ll take my sweet time with you.” The promise of a next time makes your walls flutter, making Jake let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, you like the sound of that? I’ll fuck you nice and good, make you forget all about Steven with my cock sweetheart.”
“Don’t talk about him.” You moan as you feel his cock pulsate inside you. His pace is starting to speed up. 
“Why not? Afraid I’m right?” He thrust hard at that, the hand on your thigh squeezing hard. “Sweetheart, fuck him as much as you want. We both know you’ll come begging for me when I’m done with you.” His thrusts are faster, deeper and harsher. You can feel the limo start to shake at the same rhythm. He starts hitting the spot that makes your body tingle, your eyes roll as you feel your orgasm start to build up. 
Your hand flies to his hair, fisting the strands between your fingers as your breath hitches, mouth open wide as you pull Jake’s hair. He thrust faster, the limo shaking as he did, the motion making him go deeper as you feel your walls tighten around him. The sound of skin hitting skin, jagged breaths, moans and whines filled the vehicle. You arched your back, eyes shut tight as you pull even harder on Jake’s hair.
“I’m coming.” Your voice comes out hoarse, throat dry from all the breathing. “Jake.”
“Hazlo.” He says against your ear. “You deserve it, you take me so fucking well. Me vuelves loco, muñeca.” (Do it. You drive me crazy, doll.)
You feel your lower stomach tighten before you feel your high hit you. Your body tensed, shaking from the stimulation as you came around Jake’s cock, screaming his name breathlessly. While you felt it pulsating, Jake’s pace became messy trying to work with your fucked out state.
“Perfecto, justo así.” Jake’s face comes into view, one of his gloved hands comes to your jaw, making you look straight into his eyes, his mouth is now a thin line as he frowns in pure pleasure, a moan comes from the back of his throat. “Mira qué maravilla, tan perfecta. Estas hecha para mí.” (Perfect, just like that. Look how wonderful, so perfect. You are made for me.)
Then he pulls out quickly making you moan at the sudden emptiness. You remove your grip from Jake, allowing him to sit on his heels once more. It’s then you see him pump his cock at a fast pace, eyes not leaving yours as he comes, his spend landing on your belly.
His frame shakes slightly, body slouching forward as he takes deep breaths, both of his palms on either side of your waist. His curls flow down, you bring your hand towards them, pushing them aside, you can feel the sweat at the root of his scalp. When you do that, he looks up at you, his features slightly softer and you feel your chest tighten.
He looked just like Steven for a brief second, for a second you thought your mind was trying to play a mean little joke with you. You tried seating down as Jake pulled away from your touch, putting his cock back inside his briefs and started to zip down his jeans.
“How was that for an apology?” He teases, buckling his belt.
“Not bad, but you do need to stop bringing Steven into things.” You reach for your shorts and put them on. 
“You started it, I just went along.” Jake fixes his curls, pushing his hair back before putting his cap on. You look at him, ready to defend yourself, but you stare instead. 
With only his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up, his black gloves, cap and black tie undone makes you want to burn the image into your brain. Store it for another of your restless nights.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He chuckles, grabbing his jacket from the floor and opening the door. “Vamos, que te tengo que llevar a casa, muñeca.” (Come on, got to take you home, doll.)
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taerrrrrae · 6 months
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A Sweet Surprise | ZB1 Sung Hanbin
barista!sung hanbin x gn!reader (university au)
synopsis: university can be quite a struggle, but the presence of that charming barista in your favorite cafe makes the journey more bearable
genre: fluff
warnings: mentions of food
word count: ~700
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Being able to study at a particular cafe was one of the two main reasons you were able to enjoy university life. The cozy ambiance, the soft hum of conversation in the background, and the aroma of freshly baked goods created an ideal environment for your academic pursuits. 
The other main reason was a charming young man who frequently worked at the cafe. The man in question, whose name was “Hanbin” according to his name tag, looked like the exact son-in-law your mother could only dream of. With his wholesome and approachable demeanor, he was not only easy on the eye but also had a genuinely warm and inviting smile that could brighten anyone's day. His presence at the cafe added an extra delight to your study sessions; in fact, during your breaks, you would often watch him prepare drinks while effortlessly interacting with other customers and fondly recall moments like the one time you touched his hand for two seconds longer than usual or every time he called for your name when your drink was ready. 
One afternoon while studying at the cafe, you felt particularly exhausted, so you decided to take a brief power nap for quick recharge; however, as often happens in moments of sheer fatigue, what was intended to be a short rest turned into a much longer slumber. It was only when someone gently tapped your shoulder that you finally woke up. 
“Hey,” a somewhat familiar voice softly whispered. “The cafe’s closed now.” 
Blinking your eyes open, you realized you had been asleep for quite a while. A sense of embarrassment rushed as you attempted to sit up, still feeling a bit disoriented. 
“I’m so sorry,” you apologized with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean to sleep for this long – at least not till closing time.” 
“It’s okay,” he smiled. “Take your time. There’s still a bit of cleanup we need to do before we can actually close up anyways.” 
He then took a pause. “Do you mind if I take your plate and drink away?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” you replied with a nod of gratitude. “Thank you!” 
As you began packing away your study materials, he promptly collected your plate and cup, clearing the table. You then gathered your belongings, preparing to leave the cafe, but before you were about to step out, you heard the man's voice calling after you.
Turning around, you saw him holding a large hot cup and a brown bag, catching you by surprise. 
"You'll probably be studying tonight, right?" he said with a friendly smile as he handed you the items. "I figured these might be useful. It's not coffee, though – it's chamomile tea to help you relax and sleep. I also noticed you often get a croissant, and there was one leftover." 
You hesitated, initially wanting to decline his offer, but reconsidered quickly to avoid taking up more of his time.
“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it,” you expressed as you carefully took the cup and bag. “I'll make sure to tip you extra the next time I come by."
Later that night, you found yourself engrossed in your studying, sipping on the chamomile tea the cafe worker gave you earlier. As you delved deeper into your work, a subtle hunger pang struck, prompting you to head to the fridge for the croissant that you got from “Hanbin.”
Carefully, you opened the brown bag and retrieved the pastry, but something unexpected caught your eye. Nestled among the folds of the bag, there was a small, folded piece of paper. With your curiosity piqued, you unfolded it and found a charming handwritten note.
It read: "Seeing you always makes my day better. If you ever want more treats (on the house), feel free to ask me for leftovers. I typically work on Monday and Tuesday afternoons, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. - Hanbin.” 
You felt your heart fluttered with warmth as a smile spread across your face. The gesture was so considerate and unexpected, and it left you feeling a mixture of gratitude and excitement. Maybe the next time you come by, you’ll leave more than an extra tip. Perhaps, you'd leave your number as well. 
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scoopdedooop · 7 months
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Literally PWP this, turns out I’m bloody pregnant and it’s making me horny so while my very own Ted is away I will just write smut 😋
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As soon as you hit send you know you’ve started something. You just couldn’t help yourself, you’d been so riled up from this morning you needed some attention.
Ted had rose early this morning and you weren’t far behind. You woke from your slumber with a hand between your legs, lips on your neck and a hard dick pressing into your ass. You let out at a moan at the feeling of Ted lazily stroking your clit and that’s when he realised you were awake so his two fingers slipped down and pressed in to you.
“Ted,” you whispered, your voice breathy and sleepy and he responded by curling his fingers, which made you reach back and grab his hair.
He was rubbing up against you from behind and he nibbled at your ear.
“God, I wanna fuck ya.” He whispered to you and it made your whole body shiver, both at the thought and his cool breath against your skin.
“Fuck me.” You managed to get out between your quiet moans and that was all he needed. He pulled you on to your back and his mouth went straight to your erect nipple while his fingers were able to push a little deeper and a bit harder at the change in position.
Your legs spread and you had just reached down and wrapped a hand around his dick when the sound of his phone ringing screamed through the room. His movements stopped because it was only 6:30am so if someone was calling him, it had to be serious. He considered ignoring it but when he saw Beard’s name flashing across the screen he answered.
At first, he kept moving his fingers in and out of you and you covered your mouth so you couldn’t be heard through the phone. That was until Beard said something particularly shocking and Ted abruptly removed them and jumped out of bed.
“Ok. I’ll be 15 minutes, bud.” He said on the phone and dashed into the bathroom to shower. You lay there, legs spread, eyes wide, in shock at what had just happened. A second later, Ted’s head popped around the bathroom door to look at you.
“Sorry, doll! I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” As he got ready he went on to explain that some player was available to sign and it was a matter of urgency so he needed to get to his office immediately. He gave you a kiss goodbye, which almost turned into a full make out session however he managed to tear himself away. The issue was the whole interaction had left you hungry for more all day, you were trying to work and all you think about was Ted’s fingers inside of you and how sexy he sounded when he said he wanted to fuck you, every time you thought about it you shivered.
You were lucky enough to have your own office with a bathroom so mid morning you went into it and stripped down into your underwear, which were extra sexy today because you’d put them on when you were hot and bothered this morning, and took a picture. You also took a video of you circling your nipple over your bra and then your hand slowly moving down your stomach, into your panties and you stroked yourself while you moaned Ted’s name quietly. You kind of regretted that one because you struggled to stop, but you did and now you felt even needier.
A response came about 15 minutes later.
Ted: my god that was hotter than a bonfire on the beach.
Ted: damn, you got me all fire up.
You: that was the intention
You didn’t get another response from Ted but he did come in to your office about half an hour later.
“You busy?” He asked but he didn’t even wait for an answer, he came to the side of the desk and leaned down to give you a heated, passionate kiss. He didn’t wait a second, his hands went straight to your shirt so he could start unbuttoning it but you put your hands on his stop him.
“That video was so hot. I had to hide my hard on.” He murmured against your lips and he pulled you up on to your feet so he could kiss your neck.
“Ted,” you said, trying to get his attention but you made no attempt to actually stop him.
“I need to be inside of you.” He whispered, again directly in to your ear which made you an absolute mess but you had to keep it together. You managed to pull back just slightly and Ted looked at you, his breath a little short and his eyes dark.
“I have a meeting in a few minutes,” you explained and Ted groaned, his free hand still massaging your breast over your shirt.
“Can you be late?”
“No!” You said with a laugh and batted his hand away from you. Ted groaned again and pulled you back in by your hips.
“You can’t just send me pictures and videos and expect me not to want to bury myself in you.” He caught your lips in a deep kiss again and your arms came around your neck. You could feel him hard through his joggers and it took all of your strength to pull away again.
“Come to my flat when you finish work. Now go on. I can’t be late for this meeting.”
Ted left in a horny strop and you went and did a presentation with soaked underwear.
As the day went on you teased Ted with a few more photos, things like your skirt hitched high so you could just see your underwear, your legs spread wide while you were sitting at your desk or a selfie where it was mostly cleavage. He responded instantly to every single one and you even received a cheeky picture of him hidden in the bathroom with his rock hard dick out.
Ted: look what you’re doing to me.
You: mmm can’t wait to suck that later.
You responded and Ted replied with a bunch of desperate emojis.
The next time you see Ted you’re both walking in opposite directions of the same corridor.
“Hey, where you off to?” He asked as he walked towards you.
“Delivering budget reports.” You respond, waving the file in your hand. “Shouldn’t you be training?”
“Yeah, I was just having a quick catch up with the boss.” He explained and on instinct his hands came to your waist and he kissed your cheek when you finally met each other. It doesn’t even take a single moment before his hands slide down to your arse.
“Ted.” You warned, glancing around but thankfully you were alone. You’re next to the medical room and when he sees it’s empty he dragged you inside. “Ted.” You warned again as he locked the door and closed the blinds.
“I’ve been hard nearly all day.” As if to prove a point he took your hand and pressed it to the front of his joggers. He’s half hard but when you rub you feel him growing quickly. “You, and your sexy little photos have been driving me wild. I’ve been tryna’ train with the boys and all I can think about is bending you over that desk of yours.”
Your breath hitched and he lifted you slightly to sit you on the edge of one of the beds. Your legs spread so he could stand between them and it was the perfect height for you to get up to no good. Ted pulled you as close as possible and pushed your skirt up.
“Ted, we can’t.” You whispered, your arms coming up around his neck and he just reached between you, stroking at you over your underwear.
“Oh, you want me to stop?” He teased, moving your underwear aside and rubbed your clit fast enough to make you gasp and moan. Ted pressed his face in to your neck and he sucked at the spot he’d been working in this morning.
When his fingers were inside of you again you let out a deep moan and gripped on the back of his hair.
“Fuck, Ted.” Your body was pressing against his and after a moment he pulled back to look at you.
“Can I fuck you?” Despite how filthy his words were, You felt your heart flutter at how sweet it was to ask, you knew he’d wanted this since this morning and he was asking because even though the door it locked, it was still risky to do this here. “Please let me fuck you.” He whispered, capturing your lips in a light kiss again.
“Yes. Yes, fuck me. I need you.”
He removed his fingers from you so he could quickly push his joggers and underwear down. He only pushed them far enough to free himself and he gave himself a few strokes. You leaned back on your arms to watch him and he smirked at you.
“Like what you see?” He quipped and you licked your lips.
“You’re so fucking hot.” You said, just drinking him in. “Like, seriously, I’m in awe of how sexy you are.”
You saw Ted blush slightly and rubbed the tip of his cock through your wetness. He watched himself slowly disappear inside of you and you arched your back and pressed closer to him. His eyes slowly raked up your body and you grinned when he met your eyes.
He held the tops of your thighs as he started to move and he let out a low groan while his thumb flicked over your sweet bundle of nerves.
“God, you feel good.” He murmured, picking up his pace. You leaned forward again so you could kiss him and you moaned against his mouth. “Shh, gotta be quiet, doll.”
That was easier said than done, he had found a steady rhythm and it had your whole body pulsing with pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his neck again and pressed a kiss to his neck while he pounded in to you. You were both so lost in the moment that when you heard the door handle rattle you just froze. A knock came after that and you both stared at each other, eyes wide.
“Is there someone in there?” It was Nate and Ted didn’t seem to care because he started to move again, a bit slower this time so the bed didn’t move beneath you. Another knock came but all you could do was moan in to Ted’s neck.
“Hello?”
“Yep! Could you give me a bit of time in here, Nate the Great? I’ll come and find you when I’m done.”
“Oh- sure. Fine. Yep.” You heard Nate scurry away and both of you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. You buried your face against Ted so you couldn’t be heard.
“That was close.” He said as he started to pick up the pace again. You laughter quickly became moans again and you moved with Ted, your hips grinding while his slammed.
Everything was starting to get too much, it felt too good, Ted’s perfect thrusts had you clinging on to him for dear life and your moans were getting louder.
“Shit, I’m gonna-“ you didn’t even finish your sentence before you were gushing around his thick cock, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your pulse races. He held you close against his body as he kept pushing in and out of you but it didn’t take him long to spill into you, his hips stuttering and his grip on you tightened.
It took him a few minutes but he finally pulled back and tucked himself away while you jumped up to pull your skirt down. When you had both straightened yourself out he pulled you in and kissed you softly.
“That was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing.” He purred and you hummed against his mouth before gasping and pulling away.
“The budget reports! I gotta go! Love you!” You grabbed the report and literally ran out of the room. Ted stood there laughing and called after you.
“Love ya!”
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saltofmercury · 1 year
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Hi! So i completely forgot if i sent you a request already, and if i did, i'm sorry! If not, I am having the worst stomach ache right now and it's the end of my period :( -- I know this trope is very common, and you may have written something like this already, but if you haven't, may I request König taking care of the reader during this time?
Pairing: König x reader
Authors note: I changed it up a little to be gender neutral, so sorry it's not the exact prompt.
König takes care of you when you get sick.
You woke up and felt the scratch in your throat. A stinging, painful, hoarse feeling that something was coming. You already dreaded the day. You had hoped you would feel better by taking a hot shower to try to open your sinuses but it seemed too late. You were getting sick.
You tried to mentally retrace your steps, seeing how or who could’ve got you sick, but it didn't matter, it was coming on strong.
You continued your morning drinking tea, having vitamin c, having liquids to try and flush out whatever was inside you, but at no prevail, you felt your nose start to run.
Great. The second symptom had already come. You walked toward the living room. No König, perhaps he was still at the gym.
The rest of the day was a blur, you tried to occupy yourself with work, but the headache that accompanied your runny nose came. You put your laptop down, took a deep breath, and set an away message on your emails.
This was coming on strong and mentally you weren’t prepared for it. When was the last time you got sick? You hated being sick.
You messaged König to ask where he was and to pick up some things from the pharmacy.
“Are you sick?” came through text.
“I think i’m coming down with something, I’ll go home if you want me to,”
“Nonsense, I’ll be there soon.”
You went to the couch and wrapped yourself in the blanket you had brought over from your house to his. His house had started collecting things from you, things he insisted would be necessary to keep at his.
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly.
“I’m fine” you answered, “I just need to kill this before it gets worse.”
He looked down at you and mumbled, “maybe this is the sign of working too hard? You know you need to take a rest every now and then from that company of yours.”
You smiled, “I’m going to get better soon, don’t worry.”
But by the time it was already dinner time, settling on the couch after eating dinner, you felt the fatigue coming on. Eyelids heavy from exhaustion, body running hot, other parts cold, and ears blocked off. You settled into the couch away from him, wrapped yourself in your blanket and dozed off.
You woke up to a large hand feeling your forehead.
“Scheiße! (Shiza) You are burning up”.
You didn’t say anything. You could feel the heat surrounding your body, from your toes to your head, you felt awful.
König had started to panic. When was the last time he was sick? He got cold water from the fridge and brought it to you with some medicine.
“Come on sicko, take the medicine”
You had whimpered, there was definite pain surrounding your body, moving your body right now wasn't a choice. He saw how flushed you looked, sweaty and sticky.
You begin to cry.
“I-I feel so awful.” Hot tears came down from your face and a sharp knife had gutted him because he had no idea on what to do on how to make you feel better.
“Once you take the medicine you’ll feel better, okay? You gotta take this first.”
You sipped on the cough syrup and drank the warm water he gave you. Still hiccuping about how awful you felt.
He walked over to the kitchen and got a kitchen towel, wrangled it under cold water, placing the towel on your head.
The coolness of the towel had helped your dull headache, made your face feel cooler.
He started to remember all the things his mom used to do when he would stay home “sick” from the bullies.
He goes over to the kitchen, starts making soup. He always has the ingredients, makes a mental note of the time you took your meds.
You doze off, fatigue winning the battle in your body. You feel cold, but your body is burning up. He replaces the towel and at midnight he wakes you up to take more medicine.
“Come on little mouse, every 6 hours to kill this.”
You’re woken up, your hair sticking out, matted by the sweat, your clothes feel sticky, and you’re not about to fall asleep this way.
“I need a shower.”
“A shower?” He says quietly, unsure if that’s the best decision for you right now.
“Yes I need one, I'm all sticky.”
He doesn’t want to fight with you but he suggests not washing your hair. A memory from his mom saying “wet hair will only get you more sick.”
He picks you up, there’s a small warmth coming from his body and it’s when you know you’re fucked because he’s always as hot as a space heater.
He sets you down in bed, runs a hot bath. The way you clutch at him only certifies you are freezing.
He carefully undresses you, before pulling back your hair attempting to cover it with a towel-like headband. He sets you in, you’re still clutching at his neck, as he bathes you, making sure you can feel the water down your neck. He grabs a washcloth, suds it up with soap, gently cleaning where you’re probably sweating. Your neck, your armpits, down your legs, then proceeds to really wash you.
He leaves for a second, just to turn on the heater so that you’re not hit by the cold, he also sets a humidifier in the room.
He picks you up, you’re so limp, tired, his shirt is wet. He dries you off gently, putting on your underwear and one of his big t-shirts.
You feel fresh, like the water had taken most of the icky feeling from your body. He takes you to bed gently covering you with his bedsheets, picking up your hair away from your face. You suddenly can breathe a lot better now, maybe it's the eucalyptus he put in the humidifier. The meds are kicking in, slowly lulling you to sleep.
König settles in next to you, petting your face, brushing away the hair. He's worried, it's not like you to cry, or moan about pain. It's not like you to get sick.
The next morning when you wake up, he's got your meds ready, a bowl of chicken and rice soup, and water.
He checks in on you every 2 hours, luckily your fever is going down. He still make you drink vitamin c, broth, and water. He has a strict schedule with your cough syrup. He doesn't like seeing you like this.
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Two days later, when you're feeling back to your normal self, you approach him from behind with a big hug. Grateful, happy, and just feeling blessed that someone like him is here with you.
"Thank you for taking care of me." you say towards the back of his neck.
He blushes, turns around to face you.
"Are you feeling better?" His big hands roam your face, he can see some glow to your face, your eyes are much brighter too.
"Jesus schatz, you had me scared there for a minute. I don't like it when you don't feel good."
You sniffle a bit, your runny nose at the end point of sickness.
"I know, but thank you for taking care of me."
He scoffs, shaking his head.
"What are boyfriends for?"
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