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justletmeplayminecraft · 3 years

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Moving Day

it's the day that comes at the end of every season. and yet, somehow, the hermits still get caught off guard by it.

featuring: hermit ensemble, slice of life fluff, imagine moving houses but like every year and a half, werewolf!ren, something!joe, artic fox!etho, he is vaguely developed, there's pretty much no plot, just fluff, an ode to the end of this season

"Zed, you're gonna be late!" Tango calls as he drops in through the ceiling. With a bang, a mop of blond hair pokes out of the central storage. Zed rubs his head, pulling himself up.

"You're the one who distracted me with the Create world!" He replies, hauling a bag up the ladder with him. Tango laughs, throwing it over his shoulder as Zed flops onto the stone ground.

"Sure I was, it's not like you brought it up." Zed huffs, rolling his eyes. He holds his hands up towards Tango, who laughs. "Oh, you want to go over my shoulder too?" He teases.

"You are insufferable," Zed mutters, pushing off the stone himself instead. The cold is starting to seep through his cardigan.

"Have you packed everything?" Tango asks. Zed holds his fingers up to count off.

"Yes, I've checked everything four times! Maybe five, actually. I don't think there's anything left." Zed looks back at the ladders, closing his fist. Tango examines the pile of bags, humming.

"So you're sure you don't want me or Impulse to check for you?" Zed's mouth opens.

"Actually, can you check anyway?" He asks, "You know, just in case!" Tango laughs, giving Zed's shoulder a bump.

"Of course we will. But let's move these before Xisuma forgets them." Zed nods, quick to grab some of the bags. He heaves them up, almost buried under them.

"Season eight here we come!"

"You two!" Doc calls, scooping up the white fox before he manages to rush past him. Ren very nearly runs straight into his legs. The wolf sits down, ears twitching as he stares at Etho. Etho sticks his tongue out, Doc struggling to keep a hold on the silky fur. "You two aren't helping, you know that?" Ren barks, tail wagging. "Yeah, yeah."

With a wiggle, Etho manages to slip out of Doc's arms. He jumps up, curling around his shoulders instead and getting comfortable. Doc sighs. He bats Etho's shawl out of his face, ignoring the amused chitter. Counting, he finds most of his bags already in his ender chest. Luckily, because the two animals playing around him are making it difficult. Unlike-

"Doc," Bdubs cries, "Have you seen my razor?" Bdubs doesn't even bother with the door. Doc looks down at him on the lawn.

"Have you checked your half?" He asks.

Bdubs throws a hand up, "Of course I've checked my half, but Keralis tried to drag me into packing all his junk so I had to make a speedy escape!" Doc chuckles, watching as Ren jumps down to nose at Bdubs' hand. "Oh, hello, Ren!" Bdubs jumps into baby-talk immediately, crouching down. "Fancy you being here!"

"Please, take him-" Doc waves, "-The two of them keep running through my feet." Bdubs strokes through the fluff of Ren's neck, glancing up and spotting Etho.

"Oh, Etho as well!" Bdubs waves. Etho yips in reply, ear twitching. Then Bdubs pauses, looking at Ren properly. "Ah-ha, Snips! Of course, right-" Bdubs jumps up, "Thanks guys, I'll see you at the town hall!" Doc looks at Ren as Bdubs runs off.

"You going with him?" He asks. Ren's tail wags, staring at Doc. He sighs. "Right, of course not." Doc picks Etho off his shoulder, dropping him on the floor to a surprised squeak. "If only there was a way to attach some bags to the two of you." Both animalmits freeze, sharing a look with each other. Doc can't help but feel satisfied as they scarper towards the nearest nether portal together. "Perfect." He can finish packing in peace.

"Do you think you've got everything?" Wels asks, perched on a chest. Beef hauls his bag out the door with a huff.

"Well, I've got you. That's half the challenge." He looks up in time to see Wels rolling his eyes, pushing his helmet up.

"I take it back, I'm not helping you anymore."

Beef laughs, clapping Wels' arm, "We've still got Three Fox Hole to look through, you're not going anywhere yet." Wels' lips twist into a pout, crossing his arms.

"You know, when I packed early, it wasn't with the intention of doing your packing for you," he replies. But, when Beef holds out a bag, he still takes it.

"And I appreciate it!" Beef grins at him. "Maybe I'll reward you with some of my finest wallpaper-"

"Oh, please no." Wels' eyes are wide, staring in mock horror. "I might never recover."

"Oh, blackmail works too, then." Beef stands, walking past him. Wels slips off the chest, frozen in place.

"Beef- Beef, are you joking?" Beef keeps walking. Wels runs after him. "Beef!"

"Thanks for heading out this far, man," xB says, smiling at Keralis. "I know you've got a big space to cover too."

"Ah, it's nice taking a break," Keralis replies, holding one of xB's bags in his arms. "And I know there's no way this would all fit in your ender chest, princess." xB chuckles, looking at the half-folded clothes, trinkets, and daily essentials all sorted into piles.

"Yeah-" he scrubs the back of his neck. "-I kinda forget I've got so much. Too used to my travel bag." Keralis bounces the one in his arms.

"Well, it's a good job you've got me!" He bumps into xB's side, barely knocking the other hermit off balance. "I can always lend you some extra bags if you need them."

"The luggage dimension is just going to be my stuff at this rate," xB jokes.

"Oh, you haven't seen how much I have yet." They both laugh, Keralis putting the bag down with the rest that have been packed. "Now, what are we doing next?" xB turns to observe his piles.

"I think that one," he decides. Keralis nods, skipping across.

"Then let's go, we don't want to be late!"

"Cub!" Scar's voice calls down the pyramid. "I cannot believe this." Cub turns to see Scar walking along the corridor, wings fluttering in annoyance behind him. "Xisuma says my crystals aren't essential items so I can't take them. That's so unfair." Cub laughs before he can stop himself, getting an affronted noise from Scar. "Cub! I come here, I confide in you-"

"Scar," Cub interrupts, squeezing Scar's arm. Vex magic sparks around them, electrifying the air. "You could make some once we're in the next world."

"It's not the same!" Scar protests. Cub leans closer.

"Or," he whispers, "We could sneak some across ourselves."

"Oh." Scar claps his hands together. "Now you're speaking my language."

"The language of crime?" Cub asks, calling one of his bags over to him. He catches it mid-air.

"The only language I know!"

"This is why you should've made a proper storage system!" Mumbo cries, as Grian pulls out the contents of another chest. "This could've been so much easier!"

"I didn't know it was this bad!" Grian replies, finally managing to find his towels buried in an unmarked chest. He throws them towards his 'to pack' pile, Mumbo jumping out of the way.

"Didn't you have weeks to prepare for this?" He asks, looking at the scattered items in dismay.

"I mean- I did host an entire world in-between," Grian reminds him. Mumbo hums in agreement, deciding to organise some of the piles before they end up vanishing into a pure mess. He looks for similarities amongst the items, beginning to sort them into manageable groups.

Mumbo's lucky he thought to get all his essentials together ahead of time. He gave his luggage to Xisumavoid to store, and he knows it's all taken care of. It didn't stop him from checking his base another ten times, but he's pretty sure he's got everything now. Pretty sure.

He's going to end up checking his base again later, isn't he?

"Grian?" Mumbo asks, pausing as he notices something. The rummaging through chests stops, with only a quiet thud & 'ow' before Grian is looking at him.

"Yeah?" He replies.

"Do you… actually have any bags?"

"Ahhhh," Grian's face turns a similar scarlet to his jumper. "You see, Mumbo, last season, I kinda… borrowed some."

"Borrowed, right." Mumbo sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "Were you ever going to buy your own?"

"Yes!" Grian replies, words fast. "I just. Never had time." Mumbo's had most of his bags since he joined, so he guesses he can't relate. Pretty much all the hermits gifted him one. Otherwise, he would've never remembered at that age, but that's its own problem. It's a good job he remembers the essentials even now.

"So, how do you intend on packing all this?"

Grian hums, "Do you think I could just shove it in there loose?"

"I'll go find some bags," Mumbo decides. And something to help his headache...

"How many cats do you think I could smuggle to the next server?" Cleo asks, holding up another of her kittens to Joe. Joe hums thoughtfully, bright green hair moving on its own accord.

"Well, I've certainly smuggled a few of my dogs inside myself." Cleo takes a deep breath, transferring her kitten to one hand so she can pinch her nose.

"Right, of course you have." She's long learnt to stop questioning how Joe works. She's a living zombie, he's Joe. At least it makes packing easier. "I think I might take some of them to my own world, this time," she muses. "Xisuma can do that, right?"

"I'm sure he can," Joe agrees. "If not, I will have a mass exodus of animals from the server." Cleo sighs, rolling her eyes. She sets the kitten down gently amongst the other cats.

"Right, are you actually going to help me carry my bags?"

"Of course! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't try to stop you losing an arm?"

"Ugh, don't remind me." She still can't believe that happened. First, her arm falling off, then nearly losing it amongst everybody's luggage? So embarrassing. She enters the main room of her base, where she's already got her bags set out. It's surprising how many skincare products you need when you're dead. Joe follows, looking around as if he doesn't know the place like the back of his hands. To be fair, Cleo would be surprised if anybody knew the back of Joe's hands.

"Right, I've shoved as much as I can in my ender chest. If you put what you can in yours, we can divide the remainder up," she lays out the action plan.

"Sounds perfect!" Joe picks up two bags. "Are you sure you don't just want me to transport them over?"

"Keep your true self off my stuff, Joe, you know what happened last time."

Joe sighs, "Fine, fine. We'll do this the human way."

"You'll do this the human way," she amends. "I'll do it the zombie way."

"Stress, it's only a spider," Iskall says, pointing his sword towards it. Said spider is standing triumphantly on top of her bags, red eyes glinting. Stress pokes around the doorway, brown hair falling across her face.

"Yeah, but it's a spider on me stuff!"

"You've fought worse than spiders!"

"Just get rid of it, Iskall!" He sighs. Readying himself for a fight, he crosses across the room, stamping his foot in front of the pile. The spider hisses, sharp fangs a warning. But when the creature jumps, Iskall's sword is there to meet it, throwing the spider to the ground where it disappears into twinkling orbs.

"Look, was that so hard?" Iskall asks, his hand on his hip as he looks back at her. Stress bounces in, grinning.

"It wasn't, was it? Guess I don't need to thank you, then!" Iskall rolls his eyes, slipping his sword back into his inventory.

"Like you don't need to thank me for helping carry your stuff?"

"Oh, I'll thank you for that." Iskall laughs, grabbing the strap of two bags and throwing them over his shoulder.

"How many trips do you think we'll need?" He asks, seeing her haul two up herself. Stress hums, observing the pile.

"Prob'ly only two or three. If we get started soon then we'll get done faster, too." Iskall can hear the teasing tone in her voice.

"Aren't you the one that was scared of a spider?"

"Don't know what you're talkin' about!" She calls, walking past him. Iskall shakes his head, smiling fondly before rushing after her.

"Hey TFC!" False calls, touching down at his base. She smiles at the sight of his usual suitcases, already neatly packed and organized. Everything's labelled in TFC's signature handwriting to boot. Far more planned out than her, she's gotta say. But that's a problem for the next world.

"False, what can I help you with?" TFC's smile is always nice to see. She flicks her elytra closed, waving.

"I came to ask you that, actually," she replies. "Wanted to know if you'd like help carrying things over. I did all my packing a few weeks back, so I'm kinda bored." And if she stays still for too long, X will probably try to rope her into admin duties. Sure, she knows the basics, but she doesn't want to be responsible for anybody's stuff going missing. Not her department.

"Well, I'm never going to turn down some extra hands," TFC replies. He walks over and pats the suitcases on the left. "These are all ready to go, I'm still finishing up with the others. Has Xisuma already started?"

"I think he was just finishing the pocket dimension, so you've still got a little while." The hermits always rush to be the first in, as if everybody's stuff won't fit. In False's opinion, being last is best. It's easier to get your things out when they're closer to the entrance.

"Good, good. Let him know I'm nearly finished, would you?"

False nods, saluting with one hand and picking up a suitcase with the other, "Will do!"

Hypno walks into Jevin's base to find him and Impulse slotting the last few items into boxes. He knows Jevin was mostly packed already, so it's nice Impulse has come to help out. But… Jevin might just be taking advantage of Impulse. Hypno won't think too much into it.

"X has finished setting up," he calls, not needing an introduction. Jevin twists to look at him, Impulse busy trying to fit a label on straight.

"So you're saying I'm late?" Jevin asks. Hypno chuckles, deciding to join them on the floor.

"You know what the rush is like to get stuff in. You'll be fine for a little while." Hypno shrugs, "After Wels, X'll probably be careful." Impulse nods, sitting back now the label of 'hoodies' is attached.

"I've already handed my stuff in," Impulse says, "I think False might have too? We both finished up pretty early."

"Yeah, there was a lot in the town hall ready to be moved." Hypno wonders if the hermits are getting more prepared for this. Somehow, he doubts it.

"So, you've come to help me carry these over?" Jevin asks, Hypno looks at the boxes, shrugging.

"With all three of us, it should only be two trips, right?" There are only five boxes, and two are pretty small anyway.

"That's the spirit!" Impulse calls, grinning. "Do you think you're all ready to go?"

"Yep, I think that's everything," Jevin decides. He pats a box, making more of a squelching sound. Hypno does his best not to laugh.

"Then let's get moving!"

Xisuma sighs as his visor adjusts to filter out the sunlight. Coding that in was a stroke of genius. It used to be such a nightmare to continuously adjust between the pocket dimension and hermitcraft. He looks at the stacked luggage to be moved, trying to figure out if there's more there than before. He swears there is. And they didn't even say hi when they dropped it off! Rude.

He jumps when something nudges the back of his knees, sending him stumbling forward. Turning, he finds Ren, his tail wagging proudly behind him.

"Oh! Hello there." He reaches down, giving Ren a scratch behind the ears. "Are you planning to change back before we move?" Ren barks in reply. "I'll pretend that's yes."

Turning, he sees a white tail flicking over blue diamonds. Of course, those two are together. Etho's curled up in the sun, black eyes watching the pair. One ear is stuck up, the other flopped lazily.

"You two aren't going to help me carry things in, are you?" X asks, sighing as he looks back at Ren.

"I think Ren forgot to leave a spare pair of clothes out, actually," Etho says, legs dangling off the throne. He's tugging his shawl over his nose now he's in human form. Or, as human as Etho gets. "And his outfit may have experienced some... unfortunate circumstances." Xisuma looks at Ren's sad eyes, shaking his head at the pair of them.

"And those didn't involve you in any way?" X asks Etho with what he thinks is an appropriate amount of suspicion in his voice. Etho holds his hands up, leaning back in a way that would have most people falling over.

"Are you accusing me, Xisuma?"

"I don't know, am I, Ren?" Ren gives a concise nod. Etho gasps, clutching over his heart.

"Betrayed by my own brethren!" Etho cries. Ren's tail is wagging, betraying his otherwise neutral expression.

"Come and help me carry things, you," X says, calling Etho over. "We'll be here for another month if you don't." Etho laughs, but jumps off the side of the throne, landing with barely a thud.

"What are we moving, bossman?" Etho asks. Xisuma surveys the piles.

"Mumbo's stuff next, I think," X decides, "He usually takes a while to unpack." Etho nods, following X's lead as they grab a bag and box respectively.

"So this is what you guys do at the end of the season?" Etho asks, Ren trotting along with them. Xisuma hums as he enters the pocket dimension, finding an open space at the back of the room.

"Yep, this is moving day," he explains. "I always try my best to make it easy for the hermits, but it doesn't often end up working." Etho chuckles, placing the bag on top of X's box.

"Seems like most people aren't done yet," Etho agrees.

"They'll get there," Xisuma replies. The hermits always do eventually.

They're just stepping out of the portal when a voice calls, "I'm not late am I?!" X scruffs Ren's neck, smiling at Zed, who's running over with far too many bags thrown over his back.

"Not at all, friend," he reassures him. Zed drops his bags, bent over and panting. Tango strolls up behind him far more leisurely.

"See, Zed, I said you wouldn't be!" Zed whips in his direction.

"Oh, you, mister 'oh Zed you're going to be late, we're all going to leave you behind', you-" Tango laughs, fluffing Zed's hair as he sets his bags down. They take the rest of his luggage out of the ender chest Xisuma left specifically for this purpose. Beef and Wels walk up together as they do, Xisuma waving to them.

"Beefers!" Etho says, grinning.

"Hey Etho, Tango, Zed, Xisuma." Beef pauses, "Oh, and a Ren!"

"Hey guys!" Wels simplifies, dropping his bags at the doors. "This should be everything from us."

"Perfect!" Xisuma nods, "You guys okay to help me carry things through?"

"Yeah, we can help out!" "That's cool with me."

Moving things goes a lot faster with five of them helping to carry things through. Xisuma just catches Impulse, Jevin and Hypno dropping one lot off, getting a frantic wave before the trio is rushing off again. The pocket dimension is quickly filling up with bags and boxes, the hermits a constant line as they drop in and out. Xisuma frequently checks, but it seems like the dimension is handling the pressure okay.

"Xisuma!" Joe calls, him and Cleo wandering up the town hall's stairs. By this point, Cub and Scar have joined them with TFC, False, Stress and Iskall all dropping things off too.

"Good to see you both," X greets, one of Wels' bags hugged in his arms. He turns away, before hesitating, something nagging the back of his mind. After a second of focus- "Joe, why do you have so many hitboxes inside you?"

"Ah, that's nothing you have to worry about, dear admin." Xisuma gives him a long look and decides this isn't a battle he's going to pick.

"As long as you're willing to help out," he says, instead. "We're only waiting for a few people. He takes a look at the gathered hermits. Cleo's now lying on the floor, Ren beside her. His tail is already wagging again. Cub is picking a box up, whilst Scar skips through the portal holding three bags with magic. Etho's chatting to Tango and Zed as they work.

"Of course! We'll be finished in no time." It's already taken most of the day, but X doesn't need to mention that. He sets his vision back to normal, does another check of the pocket dimension, and returns to carrying boxes.

The remaining hermits trickle in as the sun sets. Stress and Beef sort out dinner for everyone, Xisuma making sure the last of the luggage is safe.

"Wait!" A few heads turn at Grian's cry, heavy footsteps rushing up to town hall. "I- I've got my stuff." Xisuma blinks at the sight of the hermit carrying about four bags at once. One is bright pink.

"You're not too late," X reassures him. "You can just drop it in, there should be room." He's settled into a shaded corner, preparing for the process of safely moving over twenty players. And Joe. If he's being honest, the data is starting to give him a headache. But it'll be worth it once they're all in their new world. Their temporary 'in-between' world is already set up. Somewhere for them all to stay whilst he handles the switch over. Most of the hermits take the time to visit friends or do other projects during that, anyway.

"Thanks, X," Grian says, between gasps. He runs into the portal, X laughing softly to himself. Mumbo walks up a few minutes later, glancing at the group.

"Is Grian in there?" He asks. Before X can even reply, about four hermits are giving an affirmative. "Thanks, guys!" Mumbo heads in after, only two bags in tow. X watches, well-aware of the fondness in his chest. It's a good reminder of just what he does this for.

It's another hour until everything's ready. The sun is hanging over the horizon (Xisuma may have frozen the day cycle a while back.) X has watched warily as they've shared food, chatted, played games (including one very dramatic wink murder. He's not sure what happened in Grian's server, and he's not sure he wants to ask.) But now, they've all gathered around, watching as Xisuma enters the final commands.

"Okay, everybody here knows the drill. Stay with somebody else, I want to do a headcount on the other side, then you're all free to wander." He projects his voice, the hermits hushing to listen. "Is everybody ready?"

"Yeah!" "Born ready!" "We've been ready for hours!" "Is there food on the other side?"

X shakes his head. With a final press of the enter key, the portal opens in front of the diamond throne. There's a collective murmur of anticipation.

"Alright, you lot can head through. I'll join you in half an hour, max." He can't even make out words following that. TFC and False are first, walking through with a wave to the others. Stress and Iskall run after them. The rest of the hermits take their time. Some share hugs, some take a last look at the horizon. And Xisuma watches over it all, determined every single one of his hermits will make it safely through.

"X?" Impulse calls. He and Hypno are standing together. The town hall feels so much emptier now the hermits are gone. "You sure you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine," Xisuma promises. "All standard procedure. I'll see you soon." They nod, sharing a last smile.

"Okay then. Stay safe, X."

"You two as well. Try and keep the others from misbehaving until I get there."

Hypno laughs, "No promises."

And like that, Xisuma's alone. He sighs, sinking back against the diamond throne. The sun casts golden beams over the land. This has been… a good season. They all are, but. Xisuma smiles as he sets the tick speed of the world to zero, freezing it in time. He thinks next season will be something special. It only takes fifteen minutes to finish his commands, the rest he needs to do on the other side.

"Goodbye, old friend." He pats the diamond throne. With a look over the eerily still shopping district, he sighs. It really is the hermits that fill a world with life, isn't it? "To more admin work," he murmurs, before laughing at himself.

"Shishwam?" Xisuma jumps, clutching his chestplate.

"Oh my goodness, you scared me." Keralis giggles. He's waiting in front of the portal, hands in his pockets. "I thought you went through."

"Well..." Keralis starts, "Somebody said we needed to go through the portal with someone else. And then I thought of a certain admin going through alone..." Xisuma laughs, shaking his head. He joins Keralis, swirling colours reflecting off his armour.

"Of course you did." He takes a deep breath. "Well, I'm ready to go." Keralis wraps his arm around Xisuma's shoulders, squeezing him tight.

"You've done a good job this season, Shishwammy. I hope you know that." Xisuma sneaks one last look out the doorway before they leave this world behind.

"Yeah." He smiles. "I think I do."

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft fic #my writing #catch me last minute changing the entire ending #but im easing myself back into writing #and what better than a homage to the changing of seasons?

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Stark Spangled Banner

One Shot: Ask Questions, Throw Shield Later.

Intro: Steve and Katie have an unwelcome late night visitor…

Warnings: “Language!” Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

W/C: 1.9k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: The first of two (yes, two) special 29th May Birthday One shots. Happy Birthday Tony! Man, I missed writing for these guys in this timeline! This fits into SSB within “I Told You I Said Yes”.

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“Fuck, Steve...” Katie groaned, her head tilting backwards as Steve gave another deep thrust upwards, “right there... Jesus.”

“Good?” Steve panted as his hands grabbed her waist, finger tips digging into the flesh that covered her hipbones.

She nodded, grinding on him faster, his hands pulling her down making sure he hit as deep as he could.

Their soft, intimate sounds filled the room and, wanting to be as close to her as he could get, Steve sat up drawing a gasp from Katie as he did so. His hands moved to her back. One splayed half way up her spine, the other cupped the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her long, silky hair as he pulled her face to his. He kissed her, hard, his tongue dominating hers as he swallowed her moan, one that rumbled in her throat as if it came from the depths of her belly.

They’d already danced this tango once already that night. After a few beers with the team in anticipation of Tony’s birthday (minus Natasha as she was still on something Fury was running), they’d retired and gotten a little frisky some two hours prior. But then Steve had woken, his super sharp hearing alerting himself to some form of ransom noise deep in the floors below them and, well, he couldn’t get back to sleep. So he’d hugged Katie close.

Too close.

As ever he was unable to control his reactions to his girl and had ended up with a boner. Meaning she’d woken with him basically rutting up against her back, feigning innocence when she’d given him a grumble at the fact he’d dragged her from her slumber.

She hadn’t been grumbling for long.

“Stevie... I’m gonna...” Katie’s forehead pressed into his, her mouth open as her lips hovered over his, and he thrust upwards again, his nose brushing hers softly, like the touch of a butterfly.

“Let go. Doll,” he panted, actively fighting his own high, “cum for me.”

Her chest heaved, pert nipples brushing his bare skin and her movements stuttered. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, which cracked into a half grunt, half moan as she felt herself go, her body positively floating from her high.

By the time she came round, Steve had also finished, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he gathered his breath. Katie collapsed forward with a soft chuckle, her forehead pressing into his collar bone as he fell backwards, taking her with him.

They lay still for a moment, the only sounds being their heavy breathing and the soft rustle of sheets as Steve pulled the bedding up around them. The smooth cotton brushing over her sensitive skin made Katie shudder a little. Steve smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, his large hands running up and down her spine.

“Am I forgiven for waking you up?” He asked and she shrugged, not even bothering to try and find the strength to sit up. “It’s three AM. I’ll think about it.”

Steve chuckled and she sat up slightly, leaning down to give him a slow kiss.

“Love you.” she pulled back a little, her eyes shining in the dim light, and Steve smiled.

“Love you too.”

Fifteen minutes later they were both settled down and on the verge of sleep once more when a loud crashing in the apartment made them both sit bolt upright.

“What the...” Steve was out of bed in a flash, wrenching the door to their room open.

Katie was seconds behind him, stopping only to grab Steve’s shirt from the chair at the vanity. As she shrugged it on, she ran into the hallway and heard a familiar metallic whoosh. There was the squealing of metal on metal and Katie flicked on the light just in time to see a flash of blue, red and white as Steve’s shield flew back to his hand. He looked over to Katie as she stepped towards him, her mouth falling.

“Is that...” she glanced down at what looked like a version of one of Tony’s suits. It lay motionless on the floor in two pieces, Steve’s shield having severed it at the waist. The failing electrics sparked as the various boards and cogs died, before it fell silent.

Steve nudged it with his foot. It didn’t move. He turned to Katie, a frown on his handsome face.

“Did he tell you he was making them autonomous?”

“That’s nothing new, JARVIS has always been able to control them remotely.” Katie shook her head as she crouched down, her hand gently touching the helmet. She tried to move the face plate but it didn’t open. Rapping her knuckles on the skull, she was met with a solid sound, not the usual hollow echo. “JARVIS?”

There was no reply.

“Why isn’t he answering?” Steve looked at her.

“Tony might have him down.” Katie answered. “He runs the updates at night some times. I do know one thing though.”

“What?” Steve asked as she stood up.

“That couldn’t have gotten in here without Tony letting it in one way or another.” She glanced at Steve, her pretty face full of annoyance. “Imma kill him, fucking idiot.”

She turned to leave and Steve gently caught her arm. “Honey...”

“Seriously? You want me to let this go?”

“Hell, no.” He shook his head, “I want you to wait for me to put some clothes on.”

Despite herself, Katie grinned as her eyes scanned Steve’s naked body, his shield still on his arm. He rolled his eyes and nodded to the suit on the floor, “I’m going to give him his property back, along with a piece of my mind.” **** Tony spun round, his brow arching as Steve and Katie walked into the lab. But whatever smart quip he had been about to come out with died as he spotted what was slung over the super soldier’s broad shoulders. With a loud slam, Steve threw the two parts of the robot down on the desk.

“What did you do to it?” Tony moaned.

“Threw my shield at it.” Steve folded his arms over his chest, the sleeves of the white ribbed Tee he had shrugged on straining over his thick biceps.

Tony was that distracted by his destroyed robot that he failed to notice Katie stomping towards him. She drew her right fist back and punched him hard on the shoulder.

“Ow, Kiddo!”

“You dick!” She yelled. “What the hell were you doing sending that into our apartment?”

“Wanted to test your reaction to it.” Tony shrugged. “See how it came across.”

“How it ca- Tony, it’s half past 3 in the morning!” She shrieked.

“Exactly.” Tony scratched his beard. “Total element of surprise. I thought you guys would give me a base of how people would react to them. Can’t have been that well if Spangles felt the need to cut it in half with his frisbee.”

“We had no idea what or who it was.” Steve felt his anger beginning to rise, “what was I supposed to do?”

“I’ve told you before, big guy. Ask questions, throw shield later.” Tony shrugged, “I can’t believe you killed Iron Kid.”

“Iron Kid?” Katie blinked.

“Yeah, the name’s a working progress.”

“Tony, what is it?” Steve pressed.

“It’s a prototype.” Tony informed them. “I had the idea last week. The Avengers exploded after New York. You should see the piles of fan mail that the guys downstairs sort each day.”

“Less bragging, more explaining.” Katie narrowed her eyes.

“The point is, we attract attention. So I had a thought about something that could help keep the public at bay,” Tony gestured to the pile of metal, “we can use them to issue instructions, help aid the emergency services. Keep civilians out of the way.”

Katie and Steve looked at one another, and Steve hated to admit it but the idea made sense.

Sorta.

“Clearly I need to rethink a little.” Tony mused. “I mean if they freaked you out then...” “It freaked us out because it was in. our. apartment!” Katie groaned. “In the middle of the night.”

“That’s the point, it was supposed to have the element of surprise, wake you up.”

“Well there’s your first fuck up!” She hissed. “We were already awake-“

“Why?” Tony frowned

“Because we just finished a great, sweaty sex session.” She shot back and Steve groaned, feeling the heat in his neck as he looked down, his bare toes flexing against the cool floor of the lab. “And you wanna be grateful we had finished because if we hadn’t I’d be really, really mad. You get me?”

“That’s.. disgusting.” Tony wrinkled his nose.

“And you’re an asshole.” Katie shot back.

With a shudder, Tony moved and picked up a screwdriver. He turned the helmet up aside down and opened a small hatch at the back. Stooping slightly, he prodded and poked at something inside.

“Huh, least the main board wasn’t damaged.” He straightened up and turned to face them both. “So, other than scaring the shit out of you what was it like? Voice interface okay? Too much me or not enough me or-“

“There was no voice interface.” Steve replied.

“What?” Tony frowned, “JARVIS was supposed to be controlling it. It should have told you why it was there and-“

“Well he didn’t.” Steve rolled his eyes, his already stretched patience wearing dangerously thin.

“He didn’t...huh?” Tony frowned and Katie moved past him to a computer.

“Oh for the... he’s on mute you dumbass!” She tapped a few buttons and JARVIS’ voice rang out.

“Thank you Miss Stark.”

“Shit.” Tony gave a sheepish grin. “Sorry, buddy. Forgot I turned you off.”

“Mr Stark, may I suggest you call it a night, Sir? It is rather late and you’ve been awake for almost twenty-one hours. Miss Potts instructed me to ensure you-“ “And that is precisely why I did.” Tony rolled his eyes and Katie let out a growl of annoyance

“I’m done. Come on, Steve.”

She stalked towards the door and Tony looked up. “You not gonna wish me happy birthday?”

In response she raised the middle fingers on both her hands, flipping him off over her shoulders as she stomped out of the door.

Steve watched her go before she turned to Tony. “You know, I think you’re onto something. Keeping civilians away would make things a lot easier.”

“Wouldn’t it?” Tony nodded, eagerly. “We’d need a fleet of them, an Iron Fleet, no that’s... like i said, the names a work in progress.”

“We can discuss this tomorrow. Give it some proper though.” Steve took a deep breath. “Just don’t send any more into the apartment, please?”

Tony saluted him and Steve rolled his eyes. He turned to go before he stopped, and looked back at his friend.

“Happy birthday, pal.”

Tony snorted. “Cheers, Spangles.”

Tony watched Steve walk out of the lab, before he glanced back at the destroyed robot.

“Mr Stark... Miss Potts is awake...”

“Ahh shit.” Tony groaned. “How much trouble am I in?”

“I don’t think a Roman Legion would protect you.” JARVIS replied and Tony stilled, a huge grin spreading across his face.

“Iron Legion.” He tossed the screwdriver up in the air and caught it, chuckling. “JARVIS, you are a genius.”

“Why thank you, sir. And now I really must insist you go to bed.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m going. Lock everything down will you? Oh, and order us all breakfast from the diner on the corner of fifth.”

“Of course. The usual?”

“Yeah. Have it delivered about 10:30. Should be enough to calm Kiddo down.”

“Very wise Sir. I’ll ensure there’s extra bacon, just in case.”

“Yeah, who doesn’t love extra bacon?”

#stark spangled banner #steve rogers #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #chris evans #chris evans characters

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grimoire-of-seven · 4 years

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a slow dance?

PROMPT :: Dance Me Into A Stupor

Rating: SFW || Barbatos’ Warning: Out-of-context spoiler for Belphie’s prompt

Words: 250-400 words per character

Characters: Demon brothers + MC / Gender-neutral Reader

Notes: This isn’t… my usual quality of writing but please be patient with me! I’m running late on a few school deadlines so I’ve crammed this a bit to keep up with the schedule. I hope everyone still liked this! And I’ll do my best on the next prompts (ಥ﹏ಥ)

LUCIFER

“So…”

“So…?” You asked, eyes staring at Lucifer’s for inquiry.

The two of you were on a firm waltz hold, the closed position led by the Avatar of Pride stood strong and proud in the middle of the ballroom. Diavolo’s lavish parties never get old in this part of Devildom.

You absolutely love attending such events, considering that a certain someone is always wearing those stylish high-class suits. So form-fitting and deliciously snug on the–

“Well,” Breaking character from his usual calm facade, the ravenet broke off eye contact with you, his voice laced with… guilt? “I suppose an apology is past overdue…?”

You blinked once.

Twice.

“Apology for what?”

He started at you for a few moments, bewildered at the nonchalant answer.

“My behaviour from our first dance, during the third day of the retreat in Lord Diavolo’s castle.” He explained briefly, the following words were chosen carefully, “I was quite concerned for my brothers’ well-being that I threatened you.”

Oh, that…

“You weren’t threatened at all, were you?” Lucifer grinned at you with a seemingly concerned face.

“I probably was,” You replied, but then sheepishly lowered your gaze in embarrassment, “But then I forgot about it.”

The dark-haired demon shook his head in affection, “What am I going to do with you..?”

MAMMON

Dances… aren’t really your thing. The first time you’ve danced with a demon here in Devildom, Lucifer was whisking you away with an unnaturally strong hold and whispering death threats above your head.

It’s the kind of thing that makes you not want to participate in the waltz. Ever.

That is, until Mammon, all in his glorious demon-form, walked up to you with that adorable blushing face. For a moment, he stood still. Hesitation is visible in his face and it seemed that he was struggling in forming cohesive sentences.

Does he want to…?

“W-Well, if ya a-ain’t got a partner like the loser Levi is, the Great Mammon is still w-willing to spare his first dance with ya.” He said to you, forcing out the words from his mouth.

Still…?

As if you can say no to Mammon’s roundabout way of inquiry. “I’d love to dance with you, Mammon.”

“Y-Yeah, of course ya do.” The Avatar of Greed huffed, offering his hand, “U-Unlike last time when… when Lucifer’s got all buddy-buddy with ya as if his stinky ass’ got a pact with ya.”

“Oh…” So that’s what this is about… With a slight giggle, you positioned yourself infront of him at a standard waltz hold, “If it’s any consolation… I was hoping to have my first dance with you, back then.”

Processing your statement, he remained silent and eyes were as wide as the full moon seen from the hall. The white-haired demon’s expression changed from surprise to doubt to happiness within a split second.

“Really?” He breathed out in disbelief, searching your visage for any trace of a lie.

“Yes.”

“Are ya tellin’ the truth?” Mammon’s grip on your hands tightened, as if he doesn’t want to let go, “Like, really???”

He laughed, a genuine one in a long time, and waltzed you onto the dancefloor all night long.

LEVIATHAN

Hand in hand with Levi, the two of you shared a moment under the moonlight as Lucifer forced the two of you ‘loners’ into participating at the festivities.

Levi kept his eyes down, seemingly more interested in the floor than dancing with you.

You can’t really fault him. Lucifer had dragged the whole house with him to this ball, and it was evident that the Avatar of Envy did not like the plan one bit.

You opened your mouth to break the ice but was cut short by the purple-haired demon, “Man, Asmo took the time to dress you up but your clothes are still all super long.”

“It can’t be helped.” You shook your head with a smile.

At least Levi is also trying to make conversation, rather than completely sulking at the situation you’re both in.

“We didn’t have the time to have it altered.”

“You know, in one of my favourite shoujo anime, ‘I’m a Cafe Maid But It’s A Top Secret Because I Am The Emperor’s Daughter Who Ran Away From My Responsibilities Because My Dad Is Forcing Me To Marry’,” He started rambling, a slight blush peppered his pale skin, “There’s a part where the princess slips on her dress and one of her suitors, a NEET gaming-addict who is also a shut in and doesn’t have any friends except for his pet fish, caught her and it’s so romantic–”

He stopped mid-sentence, foot slipping at the excessive amount of cloth on your fur coat.

“Woah, careful, Levi!” You caught him, one hand cradling him by the shoulders and the other stabilizing him from the small of his back to avoid a sudden fall. Levi held on to you for support, momentarily paralyzed.

“.…!” He met your worried gaze, his face heating up at your closeness and the warmth of your arms surrounding him.

“Are you okay?” You asked, holding him tight liken of a fragile porcelain vase that will shatter if you let him fall, “Did you hurt yourself?”

“I-I-I-I’m fine…”

Little did you know, his mind was already racing at the possibilities of him being in a shoujo anime with him as the princess and you as his knight and shining armour.

SATAN

Liken of a true gentleman that he is, Satan offered you his hand at the waltz the moment Lord Diavolo ended his speech. He brought you to the middle of the dance floor, leading you with graceful movements - with a fiery spark in his eyes. It’s as if the blonde is showing off his skills to everyone in Devildom.

Weird…

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Lucifer dancing, almost as gracefully, with a rather alluring witch.

Ah, Satan’s as competitive as usual, you thought to yourself, forcing yourself to not roll your eyes at the realization. That would be rude.

With his usual grin, he spoke, “You look amazing. The clothes Asmo picked for you fits you perfectly.”

E-Excuse me, what?

“T-Thank you.” You nodded politely at his words, feeling the rush of your blood on your cheeks.

Satan held you closer, whispering sensually by your right ear, “Your scent is different tonight, too. Something… mysterious.”

Woah–! “Aren’t you…”

The Avatar of Wrath dropped his tone, the type that sent chills down your spine, “You smell delicious–”

“Okay, what gives, Satan?” You pouted at his mischief, shoving him ever so slightly to regain what was left of your personal space. “What’s with all the super specific comments?”

He laughed with great amusement, surprised that you caught on to his jeers quite fast, “I get to see your pretty blushing face.”

“Not fair!”

“I’m not lying, though.” Satan’s expression changed, his visage now conveying a much more genuine smile, “I wanted to show you off to everyone, all in your blushing glory.”

ASMODEUS

Ever since the party started, Asmo hasn’t left your side. Much to Mammon’s absolute horror, the Avatar of Lust has kept his arms around your own all throughout the ceremonies.

He has been flirting with you the whole night with his usual string of compliments.

‘Your eyes gleam whenever you see him, as if there’s a galaxy bursting within them.’

‘Your lips were absolutely alluring, he’d spend hours kissing you and appreciating them as much as he could.’

‘The way your clothes fit your frame so delicately that he wants to ravish you while you–’

It was embarrassing to hear, given that there’s eight of you on the table and the peach-haired demon did not consider lowering his tone. Everyone in the table most definitely heard his soft yet aggressive comments.

It never stopped even until the two of you were dancing together in the waltz. Asmodeus held you in a firm hold, his natural beauty has always struck you whenever he’s this close, “Aren’t our clothes absolutely stunning?”

“They are, Asmo.” You smiled at him, only now do you ever feel the butterflies on your stomach at his words. “Your eye for beauty is unmatched.”

“Of course!” He swayed with you gracefully, his aura of sensuality piercing through the roof at the sight of him in his three piece suit, “This is a special night, I wouldn’t pass off the opportunity to show you off to the whole of Devildom!”

“That is so like you.”Giggling at his comment, you allowed yourself to finally relax and take in his praises. This intimacy is so much better than the earlier situation at the table.

“Come on, honey, give me a graceful twirl~” Asmo beamed at you, leading you into a twirl step with much finesse.

“And again!”

Wait-

“And again!”

“No-!” Feeling dizzy and slightly nauseous at the repeated spin, you tripped on your own shoes and find Asmodeus holding you stable. Sighing at the charming demon’s whims, you shook your head with a smile, “Asmo, this is a slow dance not tango.”

BEELZEBUB

The night is still young yet you sought refuge on the balcony, silently watching the moon from a nearby bench. Nights in the Devildom are often colder than the ones in the human world…

But then again, after months of staying here, how do you compare when traces of the human world get lost in your grasp every moment you spend down here?

You imagine the contrast of the bright sun during summers above and the dim light everyday here in–

“You look like you’re lost in thought.” A voice pulled you from your own thoughts, your head moving ever so slightly to confirm the person who joined you on the balcony.

It’s Beel.

“Ah, well…” You shrugged, rubbing your arms to stave a bit of the chill in the air, “I’m just a bit exhausted from socializing. Formal parties aren’t my thing.”

“It isn’t my thing, too.” The red-haired demon peeled off his coat, gently putting it over your shoulders and sat beside you, “I can’t eat all the food on the table. Lucifer is glaring daggers every time I try. He’s telling me that we’re representing Lord Diavolo’s name so I have to behave.”

You chuckled at his words. Lucifer sounds so much like a father to his siblings.

“We’ll get you some food at home. I’ll cook you some homemade–”

“Do you want to dance?” The Avatar of Gluttony asked you, the sounds of the orchestra from behind the two of you suddenly registering in your mind at the offer.

“What?”

He wants to dance?

“It’s just the two of us here…” He stated, holding out his hand towards you, “We can take it slow so you won’t get exhausted.”

You held his coat closer to you, the corners of your lips curling up at the saccharine proposal. “You’re too sweet, Beel.”

You took his hand.

BELPHEGOR

Despite the rough beginnings of your relationship with him, he tried his best to mend and gain your trust - this time, genuinely.

He’s always been so sweet yet there’s always a distance he’s kept whenever he’s with you. You can’t fault him. Perhaps the guilt of his past actions is always at the back of his mind…

You wanted to help him get past this. And the solution to your questions is today’s dance.

It’s your first dance with Belphegor.

Everything has been laid out perfectly in your mind. You’ll talk to him about it, he’ll answer you honestly and your relationship with him will be a lot stronger than before. Quite Disney-esque but you had to try.

That is… until he declared something that slipped your mind.

“I want to sleep.” He groggily announced, your dance slowing down much more sluggish than the actual tune of the waltz.

“Belphie, come on.” You tried to alert his senses a bit, hoping that he won’t sleep on you, literally, while the music is playing. “It’s Lord Diavolo’s birthday, we have to participate.”

The ravenet yawned, his hands slipping from yours, “The orchestra is playing lullabies, how can I not…”

“Stay with me!” With all your might, you tried to support Belphie’s weight, looking around to see something that would wake him up.

“Look, even Mammon is hitting it up on the dance floor…” Is he fucking dancing dougie… on a damn waltz?! This isn’t a dance battle, Mammon!!!

Scandalized at his inappropriate dance to a waltz, you shrugged it off, “Okay, we’re not watching him.”

“You’re as soft and warm as a pillow.” Belphie rubbed his head against yours, his body now shamelessly draped over yours while you struggled to lead him to the dance.

“D-Don’t you think this is a bit too close for a formal dance, Belphie?”

“Mnn…”

Very heavy!

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me game #obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #barbatos' room #anon ask #mod lee #headcanons

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believeitseeitdoit · 4 years

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The Bed Issue

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: He wants you to be happy, but Bucky is really over the full sized bed in your new house

Notes: Photos are from pinterest, wayfair, the google, and the doggo is my own nugget Jaxon (he has a hashtag on insta if you would like to see more of his adorable shenanigans #jaxonthedormdog). Also, I am blonde, hence the blondie suggestion in le photos, HOWEVER we are all beautiful and idgaf what this reader looks like (also yes I am that short but if you’re nada myt height, please pretend reader is your size bebe).

Warnings: None? hint of an argument, some insinuated sexy times but no graphic dirtiness, a curse or two

Word count: 1270

Appreciations go to @thebescht for her beta’ing and perpetual support of my random bouts of written work.

The first time he noticed it, Bucky didn’t say anything. You two were a little busy doing the horizontal tango to discuss the fact that half his legs were hanging off your bed. Obviously, he simply needed to scoot up and get a better angle while screwing you into the mattress. You were far too engrossed in holding onto the headboard and wrapping your own legs around him to catch onto his momentary pause. Sure enough, a better angle, another 3 rounds of mind-blowing sex, and the length of the bed was long forgotten.

A few months later, the pair of you were laying in bed watching “Wheel Of Fortune,” because you were oddly good at it and Bucky loved to giggle at your reaction to getting the answers right before the contestants. Somewhere between the final spin and the start of Jeopardy, you had slipped down into the curve of his ribcage and fallen asleep. Bucky began to slide down next to you and realized his feet were again long off the edge of the bed. Even sadder, so were you, a miracle or insult considering your small 5’4” stature. Choosing to simply create a spooning opportunity, your personal space heater boyfriend curled himself around you and tucked you feet up in between his calves.

The third time it happened, you both had just gotten back from a 3 day mission chasing banditos in the jungle. After debrief, patch ups, and clean ups at the compound, Bucky tossed you onto his motorcycle and drove you back to your apartment. Dead on your feet, he carried you into your bedroom and unceremoniously dropped you into the bed. He threw the sheets back and the two of you slid into bed, quickly falling asleep. Sometime through the night, Bucky startled awake at the sound of your dog literally flopping onto the floor from the couch in the living room, and again found his legs hanging off the bed. Looking over to your side, Bucky found you sleeping on your stomach, arms crossed under the pillow and feet adorably poking out from the sheet…. And off the end of the bed. He made a mental note to have a serious conversation about your bed soon.

Maybe 6 months into living together, you and Bucky had finally organized the mutual space in a way that worked for you both. The living room had space for the team to visit, the kitchen had all the counter and cabinet space you could ask for, and the master bedroom was massive. The closet was big enough for both yours and Bucky’s gun safes (yes honey I need my own, and no you cannot put the grenades in it), and everyone's clothing of course. The master bathroom you did a few upgrades to, namely a dual shower head/ rainwater head, and heated flooring, but was equally as perfect once you had christened it in every way. Bucky had never voiced an opinion about that room, so you went on with your decorating and called it Gucci. Until one night, he apparently did and it turned into your first non-mission-related argument as a couple.

It started when the dog hopped into bed with you two, normal as any other given night. Wade got into his corner of the bed, you slid in next, then Bucky got in on the other side and everyone cuddled. The two of you were half-listening to CNN, half-chatting about the week when Wade shifted around and took up more than his designated space, shoving Bucky’s feet over and off.

“Damnit Wade, babe can you move him?” Bucky sighed and set his feet on top of the lab.

You looked over at your frustrated beau and reached your foot around the dog to jokingly drag him back over.

“I mean I can try but he’s not going to move Bucky, he’s comfy now.” You chuckled and went back to listening to Coumo take a jab at his governor brother.

Bucky shook his head and got up to get water from the kitchen. When he came back, he found his entire side of the bed overtaken by the bear-dog.

“C’mon man, get up. Off, shoo, ugh please Wade? Honey seriously get him off the bed, or at least off of my side.” Bucky grumbled at you.

“Up Wade, off. Over here bub.” You tapped your feet on your side of the bed to get the dog back over and you heard Bucky mutter something about a bigger bed.

“Got a problem Sarge? I don't understand mumbling.” You hit mute on the tv to hear him better.

He pointed to the bed and lost it, “Babe, we need a new bed. I cannot spend another night sleeping with my legs half off the end or scrunching up into a ball.”

“I don’t see the issue Buck, it fits in the room and we seem to function just fine in my bed. I’m not dropping 800$ for a bed when this one is perfectly comfortable!”

“How do you not notice your feet dangling off every morning? Or that one of us inevitably kicks Wade off in the middle of the night because any time we move, we hit him!” Bucky shouted at you.

“Oh so it's a dog issue?”

“No baby, I love Wade. But he’s huge, and I’m not exactly short either, neither of us were designed to fit in your tiny ass full sized bed.” He pleaded with you, trying not to dig himself into a hole.

“Fine, you want more space? I’ll take the fucking couch.” You weren’t in the mood for an argument, never were. Passive aggressive worked just fine, you wore that crown like the queen you were.

“No, you will not. That’s not what I meant, i just, ugh FUCK…” Bucky had given up the fight as well, petty wasn’t his style. He grabbed his pillow and trudged to the couch like a kicked puppy. He made it approximately 10 minutes before you wandered out and asked him to come back to bed.

“My feet are cold, please be my furnace?”

The next morning, argument still fresh but momentarily scabbed over, Bucky stumbled into the kitchen to get coffee for you both, leaving you in bed to get your ‘five more minutes.’ He couldn't help but chuckle when he set your coffee down on the bed as you looked up at him and then over to Wade.

“Well shit soldier. I want you right here, right now, but there doesn’t seem to be any room on this bed.” You had a weakness for that man when he brought you coffee… in nothing but boxers….

“Guess I’ll go drink my coffee in the barracks with my crew then ma'am. Wouldn’t want to interrupt the bear’s beauty sleep.” Bucky chuckled at the black dog rolling onto his back, legs splayed and fast asleep.

“I’m sure we can figure something out, I do need a shower before work.” You raised your eyebrows and gave him an obnoxiously fake sultry glance.

Bucky leaned down and started an assault on your lips, cheeks, neck, everything he could get his tongue, teeth, and mouth on. He wrapped your legs around his hips, pulled you up into his arms and began walking to the shower. As he set you on the counter and began stripping you of your pajamas, you leaned into him and quietly admitted with an innocent wink,

“I always knew our feet hung off the bed. It was just an excuse to get you to get closer to me, and force my knees higher babe.”

#bucky x reader #buckybarnes #marvel #bucky x you #Bucky Barnes imagine #marvel story

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sabine-leo · 5 years

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Wake Up Calls - Oneshot

A lot of you were asking (demanding ;) ) A fic for THIS CHAT

Well, here it is!

Author: @sabine-leo

Pairing: Loki / Reader

Genre: SMUT, Fluff, Humour

Wordcount: 3259

THANK YOU for all the comments , reblogs and likes on the chat! I do hope you like this Oneshot!! Comments and reblogs would be AWESOME!! I hope there are not too much mistakes made by my sleep deprived self. If so, SORRY!!! English still isn´t my first language!!

In lack of a loki gif that fits this one has to make do ;)

Waking up and feeling like you had run a marathon AND got hit by a truck whilst running was NOT what you were looking forward to. The tossing and turning had gotten worse in the last weeks. You simply could not go to sleep, close your eyes and drift off. No, you needed hours to finally get your head to shut up and get some shut eye and it wasn´t even relaxing anymore. You felt more like a train wreck than a rested person…which did not improve your mood. Walking into the kitchen in the early morning hours, looking totally dishevelled and tired you found Loki and Tony already up. They were having a quiet breakfast were everybody just stared into their cups and contemplated silently.

Walking over to lean against the counter, you crossed your arms before your chest and grumpily said.

“I hate people who can go to sleep as soon as they close their eyes. It takes me 3 hours 700 position changes and a sacrifice to the gods!!!”

Tony did not even flinch as you started to talk but Loki looked up from his cup of tea with a smirk on his handsome and rested face. “Darling...you have sacrificed yourself to the wrong gods then...Try me...” He even had the audacity to wink at you. Tony nearly choked on his coffee and looked up for the first time since you entered the room. Loki leaned back in his chair, lifting his cup to his smirking lips to blow into the hot beverage “You still get 3 hours and 700 position changes...but believe me, you will sleep soundly afterwards!” His sinuous voice dropped so low that you could probably see the waves of those deep, timbre vibrations in his cup. You felt heat climbing up your cheeks, giving you a healthier look but it also bespoke of the effects he had on you. Tony was still coughing but managed to belt “700?!” out in between.

Loki just grinned, nodded ever so slightly while winking in your direction and taking a sip of his tea. It was hard to keep from blushing even more or starting to grin like a Cheshire cat. You turned your back to him and prepped yourself a tea and some fruits for breakfast. The hairs on your neck rose as you heard a chair screeching backwards. You felt his presence right behind you, even if he did not touch you in any way. “Bear that in mind darling…” his voice was a soft whisper nobody but you could hear. Slowly he retreated, placed his empty cup next to yours and let his pinkie briefly touch the skin of your hand before he left the kitchen. The breath you were holding left you in a puff.

As you mustered the nerve to turn you saw Tony deep in thought, lifting his fingers one after the other as if counting. Chuckling to yourself you left with your breakfast.

The day went by and night soon had the world in its dark grip again. You had tried yoga and some meditation before you went to bed, but 1 hour later you were still wide awake and probably had done nine three-sixties in bed already. Huffing out angrily you hit the pillow and sat up.

“Dammit!” Putting on some soft hotpants under your well-loved sleeping shirt, you went out into the corridor and started to pace up and down. You could not take him up on his offer, he probably just had uttered it out as a tease anyway. In the darkness of the soft lit corridor you leaned your head against the wall and sighed. “Why does insomnia love me? Why can´t I just fall asleep and find some rest?” Taking in a deep breath you shook your head and thought to hell with it.

The walk to his door was a quick one, his chambers were on the same floor as yours. You lifted your hand to knock. Would he be awake to hear it? It didn´t take 5 seconds after your soft knock before the door opened and a bare-chested Loki looked at you with a wicked grin toying with his lips.

“Darling? How can I be of service in this ungodly hour of night?”

You almost lost your bravery as you saw his gaze working your body up and down.

“I…I..” You started and needed to clear your throat.

“I am listening…” He said teasingly. The glimmer in his eyes got your spunkiness back and you looked him in the eyes and said. “What do you require me to sacrifice for some hours of good sleep? Any weird rituals I have to celebrate in funny clothes?”

Loki chuckled and crossed his muscular arms before his naked chest. “I think here on Midgard you call it dating!... The funny rituals I mean…” You nearly snorted at his remark but it did ease the tension you were feeling. Loki bit his bottom lip and smirked. “Do you need me to be snarky or should I give it to you straight?” He looked into your eyes and waited for your answer.

“Straight, please!” You whispered. Loki took your hand and tugged you inside his chambers and against his chest. The door fell close with a thud and his muscular body instantly pressed you against it. “I require your naked body, your absolute, lustful surrender to the things we are about to do…” His face was so close that his nose almost touched your cheek as he whispered into your ear. “I require you to come willingly into my bed, my arms. Without regret or holding something of yourself back.”

His hot breath tickled your skin, his lips descended onto the spot under your ear where your heartbeat thundered under your heated skin. Loki placed a licking kiss on you and continued.

“I want you…ALL of you, I don´t accept less and I will not give you less than ALL of me!”

He slowly lifted his head to look into your eyes. “I could just knock you out with magic, but that would not be as satisfying as exhaustedly and stripped bare falling asleep in my arms, would it?!”

You shook your head, not able to speak. Loki grinned and touched your hip, let his hand roam a bit until it squeezed you a little. “I need you to consent with words darling…” He said darkly. His beautiful, bewitching eyes pinned you to the spot, as did his glorious body.

You gulped and wet your lips. Loki followed your tongue with his eyes and his lips parted with a soft gasp.

“I…” You started. “…give you all of me…” Loki begun to grin victoriously. “…without regret, you can have me Loki!” Loki’s nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath, his head tilted but before he could crash his lips to yours you said. “...but bear in mind…I take as much as I give. Don´t offer if you are not willing to be ALL mine too!” It looked like Loki’s eyes lit up with blue fire for an instant. He smiled a deep and sensual smile before he, in answer to your words, attacked you with an open-mouthed kiss that burned down all the walls you had build up over the years. Between shallow breaths you said teasingly. “I need you to consent with words!” Loki chuckled and bit your lower lip.

“I consent Darling. You get ALL of me!”

With those words he rid you of your shirt and pressed his bare chest against your breasts.

“Naked is better!” He gasped and started to kiss you anew. His big hands roamed your body. One pinned your hands above your head to the door and the other loosened the knot on your hotpants.

His tongue danced with yours in a passionate tango while your breaths mingled and your bodies heated up the room. Loki let go of your hands and squeezed one breast instead. You took the moment as he relished in the feel of it to swap your positions. Loki chuckled surprised as he felt the door against his back. You looked up into his eyes and grinned as you pulled out the cord of his low sitting sweatpants. Letting your hands glide around to the small of his back, your head tilted forward and breathed a kiss onto his chest. Loki took in a sharp breath and let his head fall back against the door, closing his eyes.

Your tongue got out to play and swirled over his soft skin that tasted like the most delicious thing you ever savoured. Loki’s strong hands grabbed your waist and before you knew it, he had lifted you up.

“Legs around me pet!” he ordered and you felt his erection pressing against your core as you obeyed his order. “Hmm…lovely view!” He chuckled deeply and sucked in one of your nipples into his hot mouth. “Oh god!” You gasped out of breath. Loki bit down a little which made you yelp out surprised.

“Go slow with the compliments pet…otherwise you run out of cumulations pretty quickly!”

You laughed out loud and Loki grinned as he took a few steps into the room.

The small table was the nearest choice he had, but he wanted you to feel totally comfortable, so he walked a few more steps to the bed and tossed you onto it with a wicked laugh. Bouncing once you laughed and crawled backwards. Loki’s hand shot out and grabbed your ankle.

“Where do you think you are going?” he asked darkly and tugged you back to the end of the bed.

Slowly he bend, hovering over you and nipping your lips. “I want you on the edge of the bed…naked!” Both his hands start to tug down your hotpants, there was nothing under them and Loki looked very pleased by that. He tossed them away and put one of his knees onto the mattress, making it sink in a little. Your hands shot up of their own accord and tugged him down. He lets his full weight press you into the soft mattress as he kissed you with a passion and a hunger that you had not known before.

Feeling his right-hand dance down your side you gasped as he let his fingers find your heated core and stroke the bundle of nerves at the apex of it. The movements of his fingers were in tune with his tongue teasing yours. The inner tension that he was building up in you already was moan worthy. “Loki” You breathed out and scratched down his back relishing in the pleasure he gave you with his fingers and his tongue alone. Loki chuckled near your lips and gave you a last hard kiss before lifting himself off the bed to kneel between your legs before it. “I want to taste your sweet lust, pet!” He rasped and spread your legs wide with both his hands. All you could think was FUCK as his lips found the wetness between your legs and he started to lick you up with his silver tongue!

Grabbing the bedsheet in your fists you held on and also held your breath as a wave of passion made you even more wet than already before he went down on you. Loki purred in appreciation of your taste on his tongue and you took in air that directly left you again in a loud moan. Chuckling near your wet flesh Loki licked one of his fingers and circled your damp entrance with it. His tongue joined in and your eyelids fluttered shut. A second long finger joined and together they thrust slowly in and out while his merciless tongue teased you to the edge of orgasm. Loki felt your walls starting to clench and stopped short. He licked his lips and crawled back to kiss your mouth instead.

Grinning as he saw your lustful gaze that held a threat because he did not let you finish, he said.

“Delayed gratification pet…I want you to fly away and shatter into a thousand pieces when you and I finish together while I pound into…” You clapped your hand over his mouth and panted.

“Then..stop the..dirty talk! Or I will come anyway…”

Loki chuckled and kissed your hand before he pulled it away and guided it to his almost gone sweatpants. “Feel that?” He pressed your hand against his hard length and his lips onto yours.

Both your hands stroked his sides and slowly shoved his pants down. The curve of his butt was so damn hot, you possibly stroked it a few times more just because you could. Loki kissed you deeply and stroked a single finger down your cheek. The mixture of the hot, deep kiss and the light touch was in such contrast that you could not begin to describe how it made you feel. But if you had to try there were only a few words to match the feelings he ignited with it.

Worshipped, utterly cherished, wholly taken…

With quick movements Loki got rid of his pants and was now completely naked too. He smiled down on you, took one leg of yours and guided it to his side. “Touch me, pet!” He whispered against your lips. “Entangle yourself with me…” You softly stroked back his raven hair and let your fingers dance down his back. “Harder...” Loki purred and pressed his wet tip against your hot core. Stroking back up with more pressure you almost scratched your nails back down again. A shudder went through his long and lean body. “Once more…” He rasped and got ready to possess you with a slow thrust.

You did as asked and let your nails once more run down his back. When you reached the curve of his butt he looked deeply into your eyes and angled his hips forward. Your eyes wanted to shut out of pleasure but Loki rasped “Look at me pet!” You could not disobey that tone. He smiled wickedly and the last inches he pushed in harder, smacking both of your hips together.

Loki trembled in pleasure and saw his lust echoed in your eyes before his lips once again descended onto yours in a passionate kiss. The both of you started to move slowly but soon it got more heated and his thrust got faster and deliciously harder. And boy, Loki was inventive. He took you in angles and positions you didn´t know existed. Sometimes stopping shortly before you orgasmed, other times allowing you to shatter in his arms…Only to be put together by him again with kisses and soft touches. His now clenched jaw indicated that he was also almost losing it. His thrusts became more frantic, arrhythmic. Loki gasped and turned you one last time. He wanted to face you, he wanted to look into your eyes when he fell apart and took you with him. Guiding you to straddle him he engulfed you in his arms and made you move slow against him.

“Oh pet!” He moaned and kissed your neck up to your lips. Riding him faster and circling your hips you felt the climax come closer and closer. Loki´s hard length grew even harder and with buckling hips he thrust deep into your trembling core. He pressed you against him and placed a love bite in the crock of your neck. “God LOKI!” You almost screamed and started to orgasm around him. Holding his length hostage inside your trembling walls.

Loki moaned loudly and gasped “Darling, LOOK. AT.ME…NOW!”

As your eyes connected, as you felt the climax reach its peak Loki spend himself deep inside you. His eyes burning blue and green flames that reached deep inside your soul.

Both of you completely out of breath held on to each other. Loki pulled your forehead against his. He chuckled low and kissed you as he let himself fall back with you into the softness of the mattress.

One hand rested on your thigh while the other stroked your back with slow and languid movements. You laid your head down on his chest and closed your eyes…His heartbeat a fast staccato that lured you in as it slowly clamed down to a soft rhythm again.

“Oh love…” he murmured and caressed your hair back to one side after a while. As he got no reaction, he slowly lifted his head to see your closed eyes. “(Y/N)” he whispered… A big smirk appeared on his handsome face as he felt your deep yet sleepy breaths and your relaxed limbs on top of him. A twirl of his fingers and you magically lay under the sheets now. Loki could easily change your position with magic, but he would not do it for the world. You asleep on top of him was the best thing he could think of happening to him in his very long live. “Rest darling mine. I will keep you safe throughout the night…” he murmured and closed his eyes while a smile still was playing with his lips.

Hours upon hours later you slowly came awake in a hushed, dimly lit room. Your limbs felt wonderfully heavy. Sleepy heat radiated from you but you felt a slightly colder one surrounding your back. The arm that had you in a soft yet firm grip made you realise where you were. A slight blush crept up your cheeks but there was no regret. As you had promised him the night before. There would never be regret about what had happened! Loki felt the change of your breathing and opened his eyes. He had been awake for a while now, but he could not muster the will to move even an inch away from your luscious and sweet body.

“Good morning Darling.” He murmured and kissed your bare shoulder.

“Good morning Loki…” You said sleepily and turned a little. Loki smiled and greeted you with a kiss.

“Feeling well and rested?” He asked with a grin. You just nodded and took in the sight before your eyes. Even with slight bed hair he looked incredibly handsome. Loki put a strand of your hair behind your ear and stole a kiss. “You held your word, pet…I can´t sense regret...And you surrendered yourself completely to me. You even entrusted your sleeping body to me…” He said softly.

“I have not felt so good in ever…” you whispered. “You, my God, are worth every sacrifice!” You laughed softly and got a chuckle from Loki. “Well, Darling…” He started and grinned widely.

“..maybe we can try the funny ritual called DATING then?!” Loki stole another kiss and added.

“I´ll even wear funny clothes if I have to…somewhere in this wardrobe should be my black suit…”

A sweet laugh escaped you as you nodded and kissed the god who had worshiped you.

As the both of you walked into the kitchen you found a dishevelled Tony staring into his coffee.

“Morning Stark!” Loki said. Tony´s head slurred up. “YOU!” He said grumpily. “AND YOU!” He looked at you. “YOU SAID 3HOURS…IT WERE 4! I COULD NOT SLEEP!”

Loki burst out in laughter but you deadpanned. “You should try to sacrifice yourself to a god then. Does wonders against insomnia…” You hugged Loki from the side. “But don´t even try this one. He´s mine!”

Tony sighed “Oh for fucks sake…I need to soundproof your rooms then…”

Loki looked down with a smile and tilted your head up with his index finger.

“He really should…I plan to debauch you after our date tonight!”

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CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 3.5K

Warning: explicit language, slight heavy kissing

A/n: the way I actually wrote this story initially I included my real name and the friend in the story is actually based off of my irl friend. When I was talking to her about the story she really doesn’t have a bias in Got7 (but still loves the group). So she texted me one of those rapid gifs and told me to take a screenshot and which ever member it was was who was going to be in the story (she wanted anyone but BB. Don’t worry she doesn’t hate him, but homie is a whole different level of crackhead lol). So I wrote about her and the winning member, but she told me not to tell her who it was until I was done writing her sections which honestly made it a lot of fun to write.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Seven

The conversation keeps proceeds further and constant laughter fills the room. The boys slowly traded places to get their makeup removed, get freshened up, and jump into some more comfier clothing. This meant that JB was all finished and traded places with Youngjae to get freshened up. JB took the seat that was once occupied by Youngjae that sat between Jackson and Jinyoung. He made brief eye contact with me, but then suddenly looked away. Now, I have a problem. Did I do something wrong? We had been talking for a while before now and nothing seemed off. Our conversations were great and he was honestly the second member I spoke to the most following Mark. The brief shock of being able to talk to my bias on a daily basis faded, but I couldn’t help growing a little more feelings for him. The feelings I had previously were from a fan to an idol, but now these feelings were more.

“Hey is there something wrong with JB” I lean over to whisper to Mark

“Nothing that I know, why?” he whispered back

“Well he’s been ignoring me ever since y/f/n and I showed up. I had been talking to him just as much as I have with you before being here and even on the stage he was really energetic and he saw that I was there and made the chance to interact...well kinda...from the stage. So now I’m just really confused if I did something wrong” I commented sadly.

“Maybe he realized how ugly you are up close” Mark sarcastically replied. The reply called for me to hit him on the shoulder and him faking like it hurt. We ended up both laughing at the ridiculousness of his reply. It really felt like we were true friends. While laughing my eyes wandered the room and for a slight second I saw JB give a slight glance towards Mark and I having a laughing fit, but then suddenly look away once he was caught. I mustered up the little courage I had and went to go kick Jackson out of his seat to the right of JB. Of course he looked at me with a pout on losing his seat, but then remembered who my bias was and just gave in.

“Hey” I looked to JB

“Oh, hey” he replied

“How are you? The concert was amazing you all did an amazing job...especially you” I shyly commented

“Really? Thank you! I was genuinely surprised to see you that close to the stage, but it was really cool seeing you in person instead of over facetime” he commented excitedly

“Ok, now I’m confused” I snap back

“W-what?” he looked frazzled

“Let’s go somewhere else to talk please” I sigh

“O-ok” he agreed. We both simultaneously get up and walk towards the door turning heads of staff, members, and y/f/n. y/f/n and I made eye contact and I “eye-splained” what I was doing. Well...hopefully that’s what came across, but she might be thinking we’re going somewhere more private to do the devil’s tango. JB and I leave the room and I search around for somewhere more private where we could talk. After looking around for a few more minutes, I found a backdoor that led to the outside back corner of the venue. I looked around making sure there weren’t any fans that happened to sneak around or anyone else of that matter. I put a little block to keep the door propped in case it’s locked from the outside and turn to JB.

“Ok did I do something wrong or say something wrong” I look to JB

“W-what do you mean?” he replies anxiously

“We’ve been talking perfectly fine before today and even at the concert you seemed perfectly fine. Even going so far as to look me dead in the eye during the chorus to ‘A’”

“Well, you see, I”

“Mark said it’s because you realized how ugly I was in real life, is that true?” I question nervously

“y/n, god no, it’s not that. I- was just taken aback when you came to the dressing room. It was the shock of seeing you in person for the first time. It had my mind backwards”

“I could understand that, sorry I gave you a heart attack” I laughed

“But you ignored me the whole time and avoided making eye contact like you were mad at me so please tell me if I did something wrong” I replied almost begging like.

“You did nothing wrong I swear. Avoiding you, I...I think my mind was made up. Well it was made up before, but seeing you in real life really just sealed it” he said nervously

“W-what did you make your mind up about?”

“My feelings towards you”

“JB, I-”

“y/n...I’ve liked you for so long. Might even say it was around the first time we ever talked, though I wasn’t sure of my feelings then. I just thought you were cute in the beginning” he said with scratching the back of his neck

“I can’t believe this...so during the concert when y’all were performing ‘A’ was that-”

“Yes, it was my confession to you. I’m actually kinda glad you caught that” he said with a nervous laughter

“But why did you glare at me back in the dressing room when you saw Mark and I laughing?”

“I was hesitant confessing to you from the stage because I thought you and Mark were close” he comments

“Of course Mark and I are close, you forget how we met. Even then I’m lucky to be close to you and all the boys”

“y/n that’s not what I meant and you know it. I thought Mark and you were in a secret relationship that he was even keeping away from us or that you had feelings for him or for each other...I don’t know”

“I know what you meant and Mark and I are really just friends. Sometimes I don’t know what goes through his head, but one thing is for sure, my feelings for him are simply amicable”

“So, where does that put me then” JB asks hopefully

“I...think I like you too”

“‘You think?’” he quirked an eyebrow

“My feelings are there for you, but I’m not sure if it’s from me just being a fan or it being more”

“So, does that mean there’s hope for me?”

“Honestly, I don’t think there’s much to hope seeing that my feelings feel like they run deep”

“So...can I?” he questions

“Can you what?”

“Kiss you,” he said. I was shocked. My brain seemed to send out signals before I fully understood what was being asked. I was partially halfway through a nod of my head giving him permission when he leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was soft almost like he wasn’t sure if I actually agreed. When he slowly started moving his lips I reciprocated and that’s when he knew that he didn’t imagine it.

The kiss got deeper and before I knew it our tongues were battling for dominance...he won. What felt like hours was really minutes and we separated to catch our breath. We stared longingly into each other’s eyes in total awe that what actually happened happened. No words were spoken for what felt like forever, but the silence wasn’t awkward. It revealed the true feelings that were never brought up during our long talks and laughing fits.

“Wow” the word that pierced the silence uttered by JB

“Is it safe for me to assume that you feel the same way?” He pondered

“JB if that didn’t prove it I don’t know how else to convince you” I laughed

“I mean, there is something else we could do...you know...just to make sure” he muttered. I thank the heavens that it was dark enough and that, for the millionth time, I was black so a blush wouldn’t be noticed. I look up to JB once more

“JB are you sure?” I ask. He takes a step closer, pinning me against the wall leaving no space for escape,

“Of course, that is if you want to. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with” he says in a sweet voice

“I-I want to” is all I could reply. He leaned back in and our lips touched once more, but the feeling was different. It was like he was savoring every moment, but was holding himself back at the same time. This kiss got deeper and deeper and I slowly felt his hands reach to my chest.

‘Bbbzzzzzz’

Just like that, the moment was stopped. JB separated his lips from mine in order to answer his phone. I was a bit taken aback that everything was just halted by the vibrations of a cell phone, but I was grateful because I realized where we were and how much trouble we could’ve gotten in if anyone saw us. JB answers his phone with an almost breathless sadness,

“Hey wassup?” He answers. A muffled chattering can be heard from the caller but nothing I could make out.

“Oh, ok, we’re coming back right now” he replies and hangs up.

“What’s wrong?” I ask worriedly

“Nothing Mark was saying the manager was looking for us because we’re about to leave” he says

“Oh~ um ok” I sat a bit saddened. JB walks towards me and picks my chin up,

“Why so sad?” He asks caringly, but I have a feeling I saw a slight smirk.

“Um, nothing, nothing at all” I tried to move, but was kept on the wall.

“y/n, c’mon are you sad that we didn’t finish what we started” he asks slyly

“I- um” I panic. JB leans down by my ear, though unnecessary seeing no one else is around, whispers,

“Don’t worry we can finish later”

~Mark’s POV~

I’m laughing along to the story y/f/n is telling though it was similar to the ones before. To sum it up, y/n getting drunk and saying stupid shit. y/n leans over to me and questions why JB was ignoring her. Of course I didn’t realize this but as her...friend...I felt obligated to reply with something stupid. Of course that led to her hitting me on the shoulder, but it didn’t hurt. We start laughing and when I open my eyes for a moment I thought I saw JB glaring at me, I wonder why? Next thing I see is y/n kicking Jackson out of his seat and him of course looking mad, but budging anyways.

I keep my eyes on both y/n and JB as they’re making some obviously awkward conversation. Next thing I see is both of them getting up to leave and of course that didn’t go unnoticed. The room went slightly quiet, but neither of them turned around. After they left, I switched places with Yugyeom to get my makeup off and change into something comfortable. They both seem to have been gone for a while because I finished up and went to go sit back down. After sitting and enjoying more of y/f/n’s stories (which made me realize how much stupid stuff y/n has gone up too especially with y/f/n) I got up to use the bathroom.

“Yo where you going?” Jackson questions

“Need to pee, be back in a bit” I replied. Jackson shrugs his shoulders and as I leave he says to be safe. That idiot is exhausting sometimes. I leave the room and make my way to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I leave the bathroom, but something catches my eye. It was a cracked door. I walked towards the door and began to get worried that maybe a fan actually snuck in here. As I reached the ajar door, I heard a voice that sounded all too familiar,

“I know what you meant…” I hear y/n say and continue on. So, we really must be good friends in her eyes...funny. I know I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but I can’t help it. I don’t know why I’m becoming so hopeful about anything. I don’t know what I’m expecting to hear, but I feel like I’ll know when I hear it. I keep on listening when I get a sudden text from the manager saying to meet back at the room because we need to plan out how we’re going to get the girls out of the building. I replied that I got it and that I would be back in a minute.

By the time I started paying attention to the children outside. Oh how I picked the worst time to listen back to the conversation. It was oddly quiet so I decided to take a peek through the cracked door. JB was kissing y/n, my...friend, and she was kissing him back. I really shouldn’t be surprised since I know JB is y/n’s bias and JB asked about her after the surprise facetime call, but why does it hurt to see her… with him? I divert my eyes from the scene outside and make my way back to the dressing area with everyone else. I made it a point to figure out my emotions enough to call JB (though I knew he was busy) so we could devise a plan to leave before walking in the room.

“What is going on with my feelings?” I mumble to myself.

~Y/N POV~

I’m dumbfounded. Utterly speechless and yet JB takes the chance to give me a last quick peck before grabbing my hand to walk inside. We separated hands once we saw a staff member coming and it didn't seem like she noticed. We walked side by side with our hands lightly grazing each other until we entered the dressing room. All heads turned as we walked in and faces full of suspicion. Before anyone could ask anything, the manager walked into the room in order to devise a plan on how y/f/n and I could meet back up with the boys. Leaving together could cause major issues and that’s something that is wanted to be avoided.

“So there’s still fans waiting outside to see the boys so we can’t let the girls leave with them” the manager says

“Sorry…” He shyly apologized

“Why apologize? We understand. If there is a side door we could go out of, we could do that...actually I think I might know one” I speak up. JB and I make slight eye contact and I turn away quickly. The interaction did not go unnoticed.

The manager nodded along and y/f/n and I made our exit. We said our goodbyes to the boys and made our way out. I pulled y/f/n towards the exit JB and I took earlier and stopped at the exit. I opened the door slightly and looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone around. After I gave the coast clear, y/f/n and I walked out and headed towards my car. I get a message from Mark updating us on where to meet. I sent him a reply to confirm I understood. I turned to y/f/n,

“Mark messaged me and said some of the boys decided to head back to the hotel while some decided to go out to a restaurant” I mentioned to her.

“So who went where?” She asked nonchalantly. Oh ok, I see what’s going on here.

“Alright, spill the tea bitch” I said teasingly.

“What?”

“I already know you don’t have a bias in the group so there would be no point in asking who is going where. You would’ve probably just gone with me” I say tauntingly.

“So explain where you’re going?” She said with a smirk

“Wherever JB is” I reply shyly.

“Oooo so are YOU going to spill the tea then? What kind of conversation did y’all have out there?” she asks with a smirk

“Um well I confronted him about why he was avoiding me. Turned out he has feelings for me. He confessed to me during the concert-“ I confess

“Hold up, you didn’t tell me your mans was ignoring you and when did he confess to you during the concert?”

“Oh...that might’ve been Mark I told and do you remember that one part during ‘A’ where JB came to our side of the stage during the chorus? Well that was his confession. When we were talking he was scared he made a mistake because he thought Mark and I have feelings for each other but I convinced him it was completely amicable. So~”

“So~ what?” She side eyed

“I think we’re...you know...a thing” I say with my hands covering my face

“OOOHHHHH BBBIITTCCHHHH” she screamed

“Shhhhh shut up, you’re too loud” I said trying to cover her mouth. She starts laughing, but calms down after a while.

“Well congrats boo, you got yourself a mans and a FOINE one at that” she said laughingly

“Lol thanks, but now for you, I didn’t forget. Spill. The. Tea. Bitch” I demand laughingly

“Well, when I started dishing out your messy moments upon Mark’s request”

“You know I hate both of y’all for that right”

“Love you too bitch” y/f/n winked

“Anyways, I started to go on and on and we were all having a good time. The boys were switching out getting that all ‘boyfriend’ look...aka lookin foine in a pair of sweatpants” she added. I rolled my eyes, but agreed anyway.

“Well after you and JB left, Yugyeom came to sit beside me after switching out with Mark. I greeted him and he just smiled. I didn’t pay him too much mind until he tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at him curious and he asked me my age. It was cute...he was cute. He just seemed so shy, completely opposite of what he’s like on stage, around cameras, around his members, or even around other fans. So I told him my birth year and his ears got really red. He was shocked that I was older than he was. He couldn’t make eye contact with me for a little so, you know me, I decided to tease him a little every now and then. Well I guess my teasing got to him eventually because out of nowhere he grabbed my arm and looked me straight in the eye. He didn’t say anything just...stared. Bitch the goosebumps I felt were close to unmatched. Then he just let my arm go with a smirk and that was it. y/n now you know I’m not into younger guys, but genuinely this boy has me confused and I kinda want to figure him out, ya know?” she continued. At this point we were just sitting in my car talking, letting no stone go unturned about all the events of the night. Looks like we both found someone...funny.

“So you have the hots for the maknae huh?” I say teasingly

“Oh shut up” she replied with the roll of her eyes

“Like you seem to really have an eye for him though. He is taller than you and he is an amazing dancer and has a great personality. Though he is a crackhead most of the time. I mean, apart from trying to figure out what he’s about, why don’t you shoot your shot too?” I say meaningfully

“Ah~ I don’t know honestly”

“I mean what kind of harm would be done? He wouldn’t get your attention in the first place if he wasn’t curious about you now would he? And also, imagine actually dating him and I’m together with JB so~”

“So what?”

“Bitch we get our own personal Jus2 performance now wouldn’t we” I reply with a joking smirk

“Ooooo you right” she replies with a sudden understanding

“But honestly get to know him out of wanting to please, not just because of what I said as a joke” I say

“Yeah I know, he’s just really fascinating”

“Well there it is...and Yug is going back to the hotel by the way. Something about ordering food and just having a little self drinking time” I replied. Her eyes had a glint and I already knew her thoughts.

“Let me do you one better,” I continued. I get out my phone and open Kakao to Yug and mine’s chat.

“Yo fetus” I message

“y/n, I’m older than you, why can’t you treat me better?” he replies with a crying emote

“Because you’re a lovable crackhead that’s still the baby of the group hahaha”

“Hmph I hate you…”

“Well you won’t hate me after I tell you a certain someone was just talking about you” I reply with a smirk emote. It takes a little while for a reply, I guess he caught on.

“Oh…” is all he replies

“Well do you want me to give her your contact so you can keep talking? I’m not the type to give away contacts without asking permission”

“WAIT REALLY?!” he replies suddenly and excitedly

“Of course, so I’m taking that as a yes”

“Yes please” he replies. I look to y/f/n who is caught up in her social media feeds to notice what I had been up to. I send Yug’s profile to her and I know she received it by a slight gasp of ‘bitch’ coming from the passenger side. I turn to her,

“A Mr.Kim seemed a little excited to talk to you again” I sly

“Did he now? Well ok then...off we go”

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A/N: so I found a little bit of time this evening to post the new chapter, hope y’all enjoyed!

#kpop fluff #kpop smut #got7 fanfic #got7 mark #got7 jaebeom #got7 yugyeom #got7 jackson #got7 bambam #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #hospital #patient care #idol au

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@ficsandcatsandficsandcats since this is a part 2 of your request I’m tagging you in it. I give up on trying to reblog it onto its original post; this blue hellsite wins. A/N: “*Cries in Douche Prince*” you say? Well, part two is more prince than douche I think, but we all know Valdo is a soft, goopy marshmallow deep, deeeeeeep down. Word Count: 1770

“We could egg the place?” Valdo suggested as he buttered a slice of toast.

“That would make it my problem too,” you rolled your eyes, pouring yourself a cup of tea.

“We could egg her car?” He reached around you to grab the milk, shoulder bumping yours jokingly.

“She doesn’t have a car. She takes the bus or carpools everywhere. Or gets me to drive.”

“I’ll hide in the bushes and egg her on her way to her next date with this guy.” He gestured at you with a jam-covered spoon as he spoke, grinning like it was the best idea he’d ever had.

“Why do you want to egg someone or something so badly?” you laughed.

“I don’t know. You see it in the movies and it just seems like the thing to do. I’ve always wanted to egg something in revenge. She doesn’t deserve something with effort to get back at her.”

You found yourself glancing up at the ceiling as if asking the universe what you had done to get saddled with such an idiot for a best friend, or worse to be cursed into falling in love with him.

“Fine, no eggs. What’s your idea then?”

“Suffer through the next seven months,” you said scrunching your face in annoyance. “Hope she breaks up with the guy or is willing to be the one to break lease to get away from me.”

“There’s no arguing you out of that is there?” He sighed, sagging against the counter as you shook your head stubbornly. “You deserve better you know.”

“She’s my friend. Things are just weird lately, it’s not…it doesn’t really…she doesn’t mean it.” You cringed at how much your tone sounded like you were trying to convince him, or yourself and even more at the knowing quirk of his eyebrow.

“Let me drive you to work?” he offered, pointedly changing the subject.

You smiled at him. “That’d be great.”

You stepped off the bus, feeling better about everything now that you had some distance and walked down the block toward your building. A pile of boxes on the porch made your heart lurch. Deciding to ignore them until you’d had a chance to talk with Karla (and not wanting to pry in case they weren’t your things), you tensed your shoulders and walked past.

When you reached the third floor, you frowned at your door. Something seemed off but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, until you tried your key and found that it would not fit in the doorknob.

Your fist pounded on the cheerful blue polymer, fuming while you waited. When Karla opened the door, she took one look at your face and stepped out into the hall, arms crossed over her chest defensively.

“What the hell?” you snapped.

“I had the super change the locks,” she said with a shrug.

“Yeah, I got that. Why?”

“This living arrangement isn’t working. And you have like, a higher paying job or whatever so you can find a new place easier than I can. I told you last night that I was going to do it. I figured since you didn’t come back you didn’t care.”

“You can’t just kick me out of our shared apartment and have the locks changed while I’m at work!”

“Well I did. I’ll talk to the leasing company, totally take the blame, if you just…go.”

“You’re being completely unreasonable,” you sighed, all of the anger leaving you in a rush. “Look if you really don’t want to live together we can work something out but can you please let me back in until then?”

“Nope. The boxes downstairs are your clothing and stuff that you probably need sooner than later, and I mean if you want to come by with movers or whatever to get the rest of your stuff that’s cool, just let me know when.”

“Karla, come on.”

She shrugged again. “Sorry, Y/N.”

You thought the day could not leave you more shocked, until Valdo came walking around the corner.

“So that’s taking a bus huh?” he asked, shoving his sunglasses back up so they vanished into his messy curls. “Novel.”

“Who are you and what have done with Valdo Marx?” you teased as you carried over the first of your boxes to place in the trunk of your sedan.

“Don’t worry, I hated it and will not be doing that ever again,” he joked back, grabbing a second.

His smile dropped as he saw your lip wobble in barely-contained emotion. Quickly he wrapped you in a hug.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay.”

You scoffed. “I just got kicked out of my apartment and will probably be sleeping in my car until I can find a new one. It doesn’t exactly feel like that right now.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. Just move in with me.” He waved it off like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What?”

“It’s not perfect, I know, but it’s a sight better than being technically homeless.”

“You’re serious?” you stared at him incredulously.

He shrugged. “Yeah, why not. We’ll have to work out a schedule for who gets the bed and who gets the couch, but there are worse arrangements. It’ll be one big sleepover.” He grinned at you as he hefted another box.

“We’re not working out a couch sleeping schedule,” you said, stuffing the last box in and slamming your trunk shut.

“Fine, fine. I shall be a gentleman and let you have the bed.”

“I’m not kicking you out of bed either.” He smirked and waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively and you blushed at your accidental innuendo.

“Guest sleep on couches,” you explained. “This situation is why the term couch-surfing was invented.”

“We’ll fight it out later,” he said, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “It can be our first big roomie argument, which you definitely won’t win. For now, let’s get food.”

“Pizza?” you offered.

“Sounds good. You’re buying.”

You stuck your tongue out and shoved him teasingly. “Jerk.”

You felt yourself drifting off as you leaned against Valdo and he belted out all six parts of “Cell Block Tango” (or tried to anyway). You jerked back awake, again, and then heard the sound of a remote clacking onto the coffee table and silence fell over the room.

“Oh, I’m sorry Y/N, am I boring you?” he pouted.

You tried to assure him that of course not but the words blended into a huge yawn.

“I’m sorry Valdo, I know we said marathon and this is only the second movie but…”

“It’s been a long day? You’re a lightweight after two glasses of wine?” he rested his cheek on his fist on his folded knee. “You find me terribly dull?”

You stuck your tongue out at him impishly, mind sleep-fogged enough that you couldn’t formulate an appropriately cutting response, and fought back another yawn.

He chuckled and shook his head ruefully. “Alright, to bed with you. We’ll resume right here in the morning.”

“If I’m going to sleep, you need to leave. Your bony ass is currently occupying half my bed.”

“Excuse me! I am sitting right where I’ll be sleeping and you are going up the hall to the proper one. And I am not bony! It’s called lithe.”

You scowled at him. And then your exhausted mind came up with an idea and you blurted it out before you could think it through.

“You have basically the biggest mattress in existence. There is no reason we can’t sleep together.”

“Watch those words angel,” he said, voice low but with surprising softness. “A less chivalrous man might take them the wrong way.”

“Or the right one,” you muttered, flushing and immediately grateful that he had (at least seemingly) not heard as he busied himself cleaning up from your movie night.

After a few minutes of awkward shuffling and blanket sharing negotiation, the pair of you finally settled into the bed together. You found yourself staring at his peacefully resting face in the darkness and had the overwhelming urge to reach out, to bury your fingers in his curls and kiss him and be held by him.

“Valdo?” you whispered, not wanting to wake him but equally unable to contain the feeling.

“Yes, Y/N?” he cracked an eye open with a raised eyebrow to look at you.

You took a deep breath. “Will…will you kiss me?”

You could have cut the silence that fell between you, suffocating and foreboding. Just when you were beginning to think you couldn’t take it anymore, he sighed.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I want to say yes right now. But,” he reached out to stop you gently when you shifted closer, “it’s been a long day, and you’ve been through a lot and are emotionally vulnerable and I won’t…I can’t,” his voice broke on the word, “when I’m not absolutely sure, for both our sakes, that it’s not just a balm to soothe that ache.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you stared at him, choking up at the gentle passion in his tone as he continued.

“And more than that, I have been drinking and you have had a few glasses and I can hardly think straight with you so close to me and you have always said that we shouldn’t do anything important impaired.”

“It figures,” you interrupted, sighing in mostly mock frustration. “You finally start listening to me at the most inopportune moment.”

“If you ask me that again tomorrow…” he did not want to admit how easily he would surrender to your every request.

“Will you at least hold me then? Please?”

He smiled and pulled you in, tangling around you as if you were built to fit together. The embrace was full of promise for long discussions and change and tenderness. You smiled softly as you buried your face in the hollow of his throat, falling asleep surrounded by his familiar smell and the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

If in the morning, you woke up alone and walked out to find him folded awkwardly under a single thin blanket on the couch, in front of an email to an old friend in Transit Authority which contained a promise of an elaborate steak dinner in return for revocation and banning of your ex-roommate’s bus pass, it was a sight so oddly enduring that you would treasure forever. And if he secretly noticed you press ‘send’ before moving to the kitchen to prepare a pancake wake-up call and it warmed his heart, he would certainly never tell.

#part 2 #Valdo Marx #Valdo Marx x Reader #The Witcher fic #reader insert #The Witcher #modern!Valdo #also it was really really hard not to be cheeky and self-referential #or terribly cliche #but I restrained myself #and referenced a different musical and not a love song instead #be proud of me

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch5: You Make It Easy

Summary: It’s date night, and it’s its a coin toss between who is the most nervous, Steve or Katie....

Pairing: Steve Rogers x O/C Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language

May 2013

The elation Steve had felt about actually getting a date with Katie soon evaporated the next morning when he realised he hadn’t the first CLUE where to take her or what to wear.

So he sought some advice

“A nice shirt and jeans.” Peggy smiled at him, the old woman elated he had finally done it. “Nothing too flash, and pick a restaurant. It doesn’t have to be fancy, women are more impressed by a man who’s paying them attention, interested in them, it isn’t’ about the flashing of cash.” “Come to think of it she has mentioned a new place in town.” Steve said, suddenly remembering that she had asked Evans one morning in Exercise if he had tried it yet. “La Placa I think it’s called.” “Well there you go.” Peggy patted him on his arm before she smiled at the look on the young man’s face “Just be yourself Steve, that’s who she wants. No one else.”

“Thanks Peg.”

“And make sure you kiss her goodnight…” she grinned, a twinkle in her eyes “Us ladies do like a bit of passion every now and then you know.” He rolled his eyes at her cheekiness, running his hand through his hair which was in desperate need of a cut. He stayed with Peggy whilst he googled the restaurant number, made his reservation and then text Katie to tell her where he had booked.

Can't wait xxx

He grinned to himself, and then pushed his phone away and turned back to find Peggy watching him, a sly grin on her face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy before.” she said, somewhat wistfully

.He smiled “Been a long time since I felt this good.” he said honestly.

“It suits you.” On his way home he swung into the barbers and stepped in. As he sat in the chair the man asked him what he wanted doing, and he was about to say trim when Katie’s voice stirred in his mind.

“Trying to imagine what you’d look like with shorter hair and a beard…” Fuck it. “Shorn back and sides please” he said, “and take it a little shorter on top.”

******

Katie woke suddenly on top of the comforter on her bed, fully clothed. She’d fallen asleep! She sat up, thinking back to the last thing she remembered before her nap, piecing her train of thought together. Ah, yes, Steve had messaged her to tell her he’d booked a table somewhere which had prompted her to start looking for an outfit. She’d realised she had no idea what to wear so had been debating calling Pepper to ask for advice. And she had decided it wasn’t a good idea because she didn’t want Tony to know she was dating yet, let alone who. This had then got her thinking about the first time they had all met when Loki had taken the Tesseract, which must had jogged that particular memory…what a fucked up place the human mind could be at times.

And then she remembered. Shit, she still didn’t have an outfit sorted! Biting her lip she sighed and picked up her phone, scanning through to the person she was looking for. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right?

The cavalry arrived an hour and a half later in the shape of a red-haired deadly assassin.

“There has to be something in here that’s first date suitable…” Natasha mumbled, as she continued to search through the various items in Katie’s closet. Half Katie’s clothes adorned the floor of her walk-in-wardrobe and bedroom as they had discarded everything she’d tried so far. “It would help if I knew where you were going.” she sipped her beer thoughtfully.

“La Placa.” Katie said after a pause, “Tapas place…but if you turn up I swear to God…”

“I got better things to do with my spare time…” Nat shrugged. “No you don’t.” Katie replied, “And I wouldn’t put anything past you.”

“If you don’t trust me why did you ask for my help?“ “Because Pepper is a 4 hour drive away…”

“Well that’s just rude…” Natasha mumbled and Katie grinned, shaking her head as Nat placed her beer down on the top of a set of drawers and moved to a rail “Ok, try this…”

She pulled out a knee length Balenciaga dress with a fitted top half, scalloped neck line and three-quarter length sleeves. As Katie shrugged it on, Natasha hunted in the shoe rack, pulling out a pair of mid-height red Kurt Geiger courts with a chunky gold heel and matching bag.

“Not bad.” She mumbled as Katie stepped into the heels and gave her a twirl.

“Better than the grey one?” “Definitely.” She said, nodding “I think we have a winner!”

Katie gave her a double Hi-Five and Nat picked up her beer as Katie stripped out of the dress and pulled on her T-shirt and shorts, before she glanced around the large bedroom, sighing at the mess.

“Better tidy this up in case things go well.” Nat smirked, before she pondered “Huh, actually, do you reckon Captain America puts out on the first date?”

“Jesus Nat…” Katie shook her head.

“Mind you, knowing Roger’s he’s probably a virgin…”

“I’m pretty sure people had casual sex back in the 40s too you know.” Katie rolled her eyes. “He was on the USO tours surrounded by dancing girls, there’s no way he didn’t do the old horizontal tango.”

“Yeah but…its Rogers.” Nat pressed giving a snort “Imagine if you are the one to pop his cherry.”

Katie groaned, shaking her head. “Shut up Widow.”

She smirked “Ok, so how long have we got?”

Katie glanced at her phone “An hour and 20 minutes. And what do you mean we?” “You asked for my help, right?” she shrugged, “Thought I could do your make-up and hair too…” Katie looked at her for a moment and smiled “Thanks.” She shrugged then drained her beer before turning Katie round and pushing her towards the en-suite “Go shower then we’ll start the transformation.”

An hour later Katie was ready. Her hair was curled in soft waves, and her makeup was done, a bit heavier than normal, but still subtle enough to avoid looking like it had been applied with a trowel.

“Perfect…” Nat said, giving her an appraising look. “Right, I trust you can get dressed without me.” “I think I’ll manage.” Katie said, standing up as she made her way out of the walk-in wardrobe/dressing room and followed her into the hall where she picked up her jacket.

“Oh and if you need me to bail you, just give me an SOS call…” Nat said, making a phone sign with her finger and pinkie by her ear. “I think I’ll be ok.” Katie smiled, “but thank you, for all of this.”

“Have fun…” she said, and then added with a smirk “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t”

“That doesn’t exactly leave a lot…” Katie quipped

“That’s my point.” Natasha intoned as she walked into the hall and pressed the button for the elevator.

“Nat, you won’t tell anyone will you?” Katie asked, “I mean, it isn’t that I don’t trust you, just…” Nat paused turning back to the brunette to find her chewing her lip with nerves. She shook her head “I won’t tell a soul. I know how much you two like each other, you’ve been dancing around it for months, so… just enjoy ok? Have a good time. You both deserve it.” “Thanks Nat” Katie smiled. The two girls shared a quick hug and then Nat left

***** Steve had to admit, he liked his new hair. It was much more like the style people sported now, but in a way it also reminded him of how Bucky had worn his back in the Howlies. He picked a light blue shirt, his dark navy jeans and then pondered before settling on a pair of brown boots that matched his jacket and belt. He was ready with plenty of time and found himself pacing as he thought about how the night could go. There was no doubt it was going to be way different to how he had imagined his first date to be. Back in his day it was movies, dinner and a dance. Now there were no dance halls, and they watched movies all the time. But, as Peggy had advised, for once he was going to “go with the flow” and just see where the night took them both.

Finally, after an agonising 15 minutes during which he had pretty much paced non-stop and drained a good measure of scotch, even though it did nothing bar give him a comforting burn in his throat on the way down, he headed to the cab that was waiting and they set off to pick up his date.

Jesus Christ she looked amazing. Her hair was cascading in waves over one shoulder, the smoky brown eyeshadow she was wearing made the green in her eyes even more noticeable. And her dress… black, knee length with a detailed neckline and sleeves that finished halfway down her forearms. The top half clung to her body where it flared out slightly from her hips and her red heels accentuated her shapely calves to perfection. As Steve looked at her he found himself imagining various crude scenarios where that dress ended up on the floor, but that wasn’t gentlemanly. Nor appropriate.

Katie felt her breath catch when she saw Steve. His light blue shirt was tight enough to accentuate his ridiculously well built top half, and a brown belt with a gold buckle adorned his toned waist. And he’d had a haircut. Gone were his longer locks and side parting, and in its place was a short back and sides with slightly longer strands on the top, tousled into an exceptionally modern style. He looked incredible.

Steve broke the silence between the two, clearing his throat gently.

“You look beautiful.” He said, leaning down to give her a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, you look pretty good yourself, you do something to your hair?” Katie teased.

“Thought it was time for a change.” he said, shrugging it off casually as his cheeks warmed. “Still getting used to it.” “It looks great.” she assured him.

He beat her to her jacket as she reached up to take it off the peg and held it out so she could shrug her arms into it. Once they were in the elevator, he reached out and took her hand and she laced her fingers into his. He glanced down at her, his eyes meeting hers and she flashed him a smile.

Yeah, he’d lucked out, big time.

******

The restaurant was busy but not packed. They were seated at the back in a little booth in the corner. Steve had never had tapas before, but Peggy had explained it to him before.

“So the idea is we pick, what, 3 or 4 dishes?” he asked, looking at Katie

“Yeah, they’re like small portions and you share.” Katie nodded. “Although you eat like a horse so we should probably order more…”

He grinned and looked back at his menu.

“You pick,” he said, putting the menu back down eventually, beaten by the various choices. “I literally have no idea…”

“Alright…” she grinned. “But you have to try everything…”

“Deal.”

The waiter returned with their drinks and took their food orders. Katie ordered, 3 meat dishes, 3 fish, 3 veg and then a side order of olives and different breads with dipping oils before flashing the waiter a smile and he scuttled off.

“I think this is normally the part where we ask each other questions,” Steve said as the waiter disappeared. “You know, get to know each other a bit more.”

“Yeah… think that ship already sailed though.”

“True,” Steve said nodding bashfully, there wasn’t many things that they didn’t know about each other, although as he watched Katie was biting her lip, almost as if she wanted to say something, but at the same time didn’t.

“What is it?” he asked, reaching out for his drink.

“Something Nat said before…” Katie flushed, caught out. There was no way she was asking that question.

“Why does this worry me slightly?” he asked, his beer raised halfway to his lips. And it did. Romanoff was a total wind up merchant.

Katie looked at him and shook her head, the flush continuing to rise up her neck “Yeah, I’m not…it’s not first date conversation.”

He cocked his head to one side “Now I’m extremely worried.”

“You really want to know?” she asked, cocking her head to one side.

He nodded. Well, he did. And didn’t…

"Alright, you asked for this…” she straightened up in the seat as he did the same, bracing himself. “Are you a virgin?”

Steve groaned and screwed his eyes shut as she bit her lip. She really shouldn’t have asked that, but now as she watched she was intrigued as to his answer.

“No, I’m not.” He sighed shaking his head before he looked back at her "After I first got the serum there was suddenly all this attention on me and I didn’t really know any better…” “There was no one before?” she frowned slightly, almost as if she was surprised.

He shook his head again “Girls weren’t exactly interested in me before hand, Bucky was the one who had the looks and the swag. He had a different girl every weekend. I guess when they finally did I just, I dunno…” He stopped and took a breath. This made him sound like a right jerk. “There weren’t that many” he added hastily.

3 to be exact. And none of them had been anything to write home about. He got the distinct impression they hadn’t particularly enjoyed themselves either, not past the fact they could boast about having bedded Captain America. After the 3rd he’d decided simply chasing a physical bliss that lasted mere moments wasn’t for him, plus he was infatuated by Peggy at that point. He craved the tenderness of the act that Bucky had so often boasted about. As corny as it sounded he genuinely wanted someone to be with him, intimately that wanted him, not Captain America. He noticed Katie was watching him intently and he hung his head slightly, peeking up at her.

“We all have a past Steve.” she said, shrugging easily.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I came out of the ice.” He said, softly, feeling the need to explain that he wasn’t that type of man.

“I haven’t since Grant.” she eyed him. “One night stands are overrated.”

“I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged, locking eyes with her. “That’s all I ever had.”

Katie studied him for a moment. She had no idea why, but to learn he hadn’t had a girl that way before he became some kind of war time celebrity, and that the ones he had been with were probably chasing nothing but the kudos of being able to say they fucked Captain American made her kind of sad. No wonder he was always so self-doubting.

She smiled and reached across the table, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Well, personally, I think all those girls that picked Bucky over you were dumbasses. I’ve seen the photos of you before all this happened…” she raised her free hand and held out her index finger, and gestured up and down his torso “You were sweet”

He chuckled and took a drink of his beer “You know I heard that a lot…you’re really sweet and all but…“

“Like I said…”she leaned back in her chair slightly, “Dumbasses” Steve was aware that her ankle was brushing against his slightly and he felt the warm flush in his cheek at her forwardness, but soon found it disappeared and was replaced instead with simply enjoying the fact she wanted to be so close to him.

“Ok…” he said as their feet gently tangled together under the table. “So, in the spirit of this being a first date…there are a couple of things I don’t know about you…what’s your favourite film?” Katie paused “That’s a hard one. I like a lot of films but if there was one I couldn’t live without watching ever again it would be the Wizard of Oz.”

“No kidding.” he grinned.

“It’s a masterpiece” she nodded, “The music, the story, the colours…” “You read the book?” he asked.

She nodded “Several times. I used to have a copy but not sure where it went. Probably blown up in Malibu.”

“You know when that film came out it was mind blowing. Technicolour…never seen anything like it.” Steve said with a grin.

“I’ll bet…” she laughed “is it still your favourite?”

“How did you know that?” he asked.

“You told me, ages ago.” “Huh.” he said, “And yeah, even if it’s just for purely nostalgic reasons. Although I did like Gladiator when we watched that.” “Yeah that’s a great film too.” she smiled “one of my favourite quotes of all times comes from that film.” “Which is?” “Death smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back.” she said as her ankle returned to brushing against his.

“Isn’t that a little bit morbid?” he asked, taking a drink of his beer.

“Only if you look at it that way.” she shrugged “to me it’s more of a reminder to live your life like there’s no tomorrow.”

“That’s a good way to look at it.”

The conversation took a natural turn to the renovation of the tower and then New York in general, how much Brooklyn in particular had changed since Steve had left it behind to go to war. It was through this conversation Steve discovered that in all the time Katie had spent in New York she had never been to Coney Island.

“Maybe I could take you one day, down to the fair.” Steve suggested.

“I’d love that.” she smiled and his chest swelled even more.

Their food arrived and they continued to talk. And, considering they had started the date off thinking there wasn’t much more to find out about each other, both of them were surprised to see exactly how much trivial stuff there was to learn about the other. For instance, Steve knew that Katie enjoyed baseball but what he didn’t know was that whilst Tony was a Yankees fan, she actually supported the LA Dodgers, having grown up in Malibu. Suddenly her teasing about the fact they had moved made perfect sense. And in turn, Katie knew that the Dodgers relocating was a bug bear of his but, since he would rather go into the ice all over again than support the Yankees, he had started watching out for the Mets results, but apparently it just wasn’t the same and as such he hadn’t been to an actual game since he came out of the ice. Both of them found out the other preferred dogs to cats, cats making Katie sneeze and their ability to hiss and scratch you with no damned warning whatsoever made Steve not trust them as far as he could throw them.

“I can just read the headlines now!” Katie said, in between laughs after he had added that if he wanted to he could probably throw a cat quite far… “Captain America killed my Cat.” Steve let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he picked up his beer “Don’t cats always land on their feet?” “I dunno, depends how hard you’re intending on throwing it.” “I’m not intending on throwing any cat anywhere.” Steve said, shaking his head “As much as I don’t like them I couldn’t deliberately harm one.” “Tony did.” Katie said. “Well not deliberately, and he didn’t so much harm it as kill it…” “Oh you gotta tell me this story!” Steve grinned, leaning forward, topping up her wine glass from the bottle that was in the ice bucket in the middle of the table.

Katie grinned, “When we were kids, the first place we lived in was down this huge, posh road with like 3 other houses on and we had this really eccentric neighbour, Mrs Livesy her name was. She had like 18 cats or something ridiculous and one morning, Tony was reversing the car out of the garage and he flattened 2 of them.”

Steve nearly spat his beer back into his glass. “He ran them over?” “Yeah…” Katie said, and by now she was laughing “But the best bit is, she comes round asking Dad if he’s seen the cats, dad’s got no idea what’s gone on right as Tony’s moved the cats and bribed me to keep quiet with the biggest ice cream you could imagine, so dad is all like ‘I’ve got no idea Mrs Livesy I’ll be sure to keep my eyes open…” Katie took a deep breath, wiping at her eyes “So then Tony comes back, Dad mentions that Mrs Livesy was looking for 2 of her cats and Tony’s like ‘huh, well you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat’ and me, being the little shit I was at the age of 4 pipes up ‘no that was you this morning, remember?’”

Steve laughed, and watched as she carried on giggling “He never forgave me for that, Dad made him go round and apologise. And he had to attend a memorial for Mr Whiskers and Bagpuss…”

Eventually after desert and a few more drinks it was time to leave, Katie tried to split the meal bill with Steve but one stern look stopped that in its tracks. This was a date, he was paying. Thankfully she didn’t argue too much. Steve then asked her if she wanted to go for a drink, she gleefully accepted so he took her hand, gently leading her across the road, holding the bar door open for her. They both sat at the bar, Katie turning her seat so she was directly facing him, the pair of them leaning closer to one another as they talked. And the conversation just continued to flow, as did the odd but subtle display of affection, moving their chairs closer together, her hand on his shoulder, his falling to her knee. Steve was surprised to find how easy the whole thing was. He had no nerves, no awkward moments. The chemistry fizzled and there wasn’t a single moment he was stuck for anything to say. It was for that reason he was disappointed when the bar tender called time and reluctantly stood up as Katie drained the final bit of gin from her glass.

As Steve held out her jacket, his hands gently brushed her shoulders as she shrugged it on, sending a tingle down her spine and the hitch in her breathing didn’t go unnoticed. She turned to face him, all green eyes and pink lips, blinking as her eyes locked onto his. His hands connected at the base of her spine as she moved closer to him, not moving her gaze from his, hand resting on his chest.

“I’d really like to kiss you again…” he said, shyly.

“You know you don’t have to ask…” she replied. Smiling softly he leaned down and connected his lips with hers, the kiss growing slightly deeper until Steve remembered they were in the middle of a public bar. He pulled away gently, resting his forehead against hers briefly, blushing like an absolute moron a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“You know, for someone who said they’d never taken a woman on a date before Rogers, you’ve done amazingly well.” she said smiling at him.

“That’s because you make it easy to be around you.” He said, honestly. He took her hand, curled his fingers round hers and made their way out into the street to hail a cab.

All too soon they pulled up outside her apartment and both of them found themselves wishing the night would never end. Steve told the driver to wait whilst he hopped out and walked her into the lobby, their hands still twined together. There was a part of him that wanted to follow her in, and a part of her that almost invited him to, but they both wanted to do this right, take their time. Katie wanted Steve to understand that this was more to her than it had been to any of those other girls he had talked about, and Steve wanted Katie to understand that he had meant exactly what he said the other night because she meant the world to him.

“I think now is the part where I’m supposed to ask you if you had a good time…” Steve turned to face her as they stopped by the elevator door.

“I did…”

“And if you’d go out with me again?” “I already said I would, Coney Island remember?” she replied cheekily, leaning closer to him

“I meant before that.” he rolled his eyes.

“I’d love too.” she muttered, and then his lips were on hers again and they were kissing, exactly where they had left off in the bar, only this time they were alone. His hand snaked into her soft hair, angling her head as his tongue brushed her lips. She parted them slightly to grant him access and as their tongues tangled easily, Steve felt as if there were fireworks in his stomach, he had never kissed anyone like this before, no one. The kiss grew even deeper, Katie giving an involuntary moan.

“Always leave ‘em wanting more Stevie…” Bucky said, nudging him on the arm, winking as they crossed the fairground towards the girls “That’s the trick…”

Steve couldn’t stop himself from smiling he pulled back. Their night was at an end, it was a perfect place to leave it.

“I really did had a great time tonight, thank you.” she said, as he reached round and called the elevator for her as she pulled her key card out of her bag. He gently ran his finger down her cheek before he pressed a soft kiss there and smiled.

“Me too.” He waited until the elevator doors had shut and once they shut he turned round and grinning to himself he walked out into the night, whilst in the elevator Katie was wearing a smile equally as big.

Date 1 down, and it had been a roaring success.

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itsthe-neo-zone · 4 years

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A night in Paris - Choi San

This is rated 16+ don't read if your younger than 16. Thank you.

[08:49pm]

My fingers played with the loose strands and soft locks, staring at the beautiful floating and glittering orbs from the city below. The lights flickered and shimmered below like little fireflies in the darkness of the night. The city of Paris was always blooming with life, whether it be day or night.

"The city of love..." I murmur to myself humming slightly, "And romance, huh?"

The light breeze pushing the baby blue silk robe off my shoulders, the soft and velvety feeling as it caresses my skin sends shivers down my back.

The lack of clothes on and my bare feet on the cool marble convince me to move inside the ensuite to keep myself warm.

The sound of skin on marble could be lightly heard as my feet made their way along the floors and a beeline to the grand wardrobe to the front of my bed. The triple door closet was opened as I looked for something to wear to the dansant in the hall below.

Across the room, the double doors opened to the ensuite.

The blond entered the room as he closed the door behind him. "baby, you ready? We have to be down at the masquerade soon."

I heard san from at the wardrobe, humming to alert him of my position I picked out a few dresses but none really caught my eye as the right one.

As I did, I failed to hear his soft footsteps near me. San stood at the archway from the lounge space to the bedroom.

"That red one looks beautiful," he murmured, I turned to face him.

"This one?" I asked lifting my arm higher to showcase the long slim fit burgundy dress.

He nodded smirking, "Though, anything you wear is beautiful." san steps closer as he admires my figure that's subtly hidden underneath the dressing gown.

"I love you." I whisper, suddenly being overcome with admiration and passion for the man in front of me.

San was dressed in a black shirt the first three buttons left open and clad trousers that were part of a suits jacket and tie set he had left on the bed.

He chucked at the sudden declaration of love.

"Is this because we're in Paris or something?" San stepped even closer thinking the city of love having an affect over me.

He may have not been wrong because all of a sudden I wanted him. I needed his touch. The only skin showing was my bare legs and my right shoulder and cleavage area but I realised how much I affected San too.

I smirked remembering what my earlier actions were. I stepped even closer cutting out any space between me and san, slowly untied the wrap of the dressing gown. The satin flowed open revealing the extremely divulging fabric that was leaving nothing to the imagination.

"San, touch me, please... I want you."

The cool metallic crinkle of the fabric on my skin moved as soon as I even quivered.

Both parts of the fabric contorted to fit like a puzzle peice on my curves as the small diamond like beads held the two pieces from falling off my body and to my sides.

"Oh my god, you don't know what you do to me angel." San groaned hands grasping the silk from on my shoulders and pulling it off quickly.

He closed the gap between our lips this time, knocking out the air in me as he bit my lips pulling the bottom lip with his teeth.

It felt sensual and I was seeing the night view of the city of Paris behind my eyelids. San enlightened sparks and fire in me as my whole body began to heat up.

His tongue danced the tango with mine as he kissed me passionately like the man was starved almost to the point of death.

His hands roamed my body touching every place he could reach and couldn't at the same time.

"Did you do this on purpose? Do you not what to go to the ball?"

His forehead rested on mine as he bored his eyes into my orbs. San flipped our position, turning me against the wall, my back against his chest. I could feel his errection through his slacks as San pressed into me.

"Oh god yesss," I drawled the last word. Moaning I moved my head to the side as his hand slid to the front of my body down my chest and torso to where I needed it the most.

"You did want this, all wet and ready for me." san muttered. He kissed down my nape and past my shoulder leaving a trail of shivers behind him as my whole body becomes putty in his grasp.

"Such a slut for me, wearing practically nothing," I almost came just from his dirty words.

I felt euphoric, his soft and teasing touch at my clit rubbing small circles whilst his other hand plays with my breasts.

San pushes into me pressing me close to the cold wall yet it feels so refreshing against my heated skin. I felt the heat radiate off me.

"You wanted me to fuck you here, didn't you? You wanted me to take you right here right now, to make you all mine." a growl erupted from his throat as he pulled the hand away from your breasts and to your neck.

"Please, san I want you to ruin me." I moan not caring anymore. His hold got tighter as those words spilled past your lips.

"I'll ruin you angel. I'll have you screaming my name that the whole of Paris will know who you belong to."

This is my first time writing a suggestive smut, so I'm sorry if it's not good...

If you would like a part 2 for a continuation of this, please let me know! Thanks for reading!

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sunlightdances · 5 years

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Backwards

Author: Katie @sunlightdances Title: Backwards Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Words: 2474 Rating/warnings: Swearing. A lot of swearing. TW for drinking/being drunk. Genre: We’re playing trope bingo here. Drunk married, semi-strangers to friends to lovers, bed sharing!!!! Slow-ish burn. Author’s Note: This fic was supposed to be posted days ago. I don’t even know if it’s good. But I couldn’t get the idea out of my head! I hope you like it. If you do, please reblog and tell me what you think!

Bucky Barnes wakes up early. He always has. Call it a soldier’s mentality, call it whatever you want, but he’s physically unable to sleep after the sun comes up, no matter how early or late he was in bed the night before.

There’s sunlight streaming directly into his eyes, and he’s warm. More than usual. He runs hot, a side effect of the serum, but that doesn’t the way his right arm feels like pins and needles, and how the entire right side of his body is sweating.

Blinking, he focuses, and almost recoils.

Shit. He’s not alone.

His hackles rise and he feels the panic swelling before the body beside him stirs, and he recognizes you as your hair falls away from your face.

You’re only wearing underwear.

Bucky realizes belatedly that he’s also naked as the day he was born, every inch of him pressed up against every inch of you.

What the fuck. He can’t get drunk, not really - it takes strong, strong, other-worldly alcohol to have any effect on him - but he has almost no recollection of the night before. He remembers a party, remembers being dragged to it by his friends, and he remembers you. Sort of.

Shit.

You’re going to kill him. You’re going to kill him, and then Steve is going to bring him back from the dead, and then kill him again.

You slowly roll over, and Bucky has to divert his eyes, because you’re right there and you don’t have any clothes on, and Bucky knows if you wake up like this you’re going to kick his ass. Well, you’d have to get in line.

Slowly, he pulls his flesh arm out from behind your shoulders and only takes a second to feel bereft at the loss of your touch before he slides out of bed, his training kicking in so he doesn’t make a sound as he tiptoes to the bathroom.

Once inside, he leans on the counter, staring at himself in the mirror. He’s got a few scratch marks on his shoulder and a bite mark on the side of his neck, and he feels hot all over looking at it.

Wish I remembered it, his first fleeting thought is, but he pushes it away. Not the time.

A glint from the light catches his eye, and he double takes comically when he sees the ring sitting there on his ring finger. It’s his right hand, sure, but it definitely wasn’t there before.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

A groan from the other room has him freezing, the sound pulling back memories he definitely isn’t ready to relive just yet, and then you’re there, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

You stop when you see him, eyes widening in panic before you’re scrambling for a towel, pulling it around yourself. “Bucky?! What the fuck--”

“Hang on--”

“What are you doing in my room?”

“This is my room--”

“Why don’t you have any clothes on?!”

“Can you stop yelling--”

“What the fuck!”

You both stop, breathing heavily, staring at each other. Bucky can’t help the way his eyes drift towards your left hand, his heart sinking when he sees what he already knew he would - a ring matching his.

“What are you…” You trail off, gaze following his, lifting your hand. “Oh. Oh… Bucky?” You ask, looking at him, almost pleading with him for an explanation.

“Don’t freak out.”

Your eyes go to his left hand, and he can see the slump of your shoulders in relief when his metal hand is exactly as it was before. Slowly, he raises his right hand, wiggling his fingers. “Wrong hand, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen again, and the color drains from your face. “Oh, shit. Bucky… did we-- are we--”

“Married?”

“I am too hungover for this,” you whine, almost collapsing on the edge of the tub.

“Take a shower. We’ll figure this out… after.”

You stare at him, and he can’t read the look in your eyes. “Turn off the lights when you leave, it’s hurting my head,” you say, and he just nods.

What else is he supposed to do? He should have known better than to let something like this happen. He had to have been out of his mind drunk for him not to remember the night before. His initial thought is to suspect foul play, because this just doesn’t happen to him, but he remembers Thor and Valkyrie showing up towards the end of the night.

He heads back out to the bedroom and grabs his phone, fiddling with it for a minute. What’s he supposed to do? Text Steve and ask, hey, did we drink an inordinate amount of Asgardian mead last night? Also, did I get married?

He hears another groan from the bathroom, and he stands, immediately on edge, brow furrowing in concern.

He takes a few steps towards the door, “Are you okay?”

A whimper. His metal fist clenches.

“I can’t figure out how to turn on this stupid space shower.”

He wants to laugh. You don’t live at the Tower full time. You’ve got an apartment… somewhere. His apartment, however, is fully loaded with Stark tech.

“Could just ask FRIDAY to turn it on.”

He’s surprised when the door opens. “How much did we drink last night? Really, Bucky. I don’t remember--”

“Anything? I don’t either, mostly.”

You’re both quiet. He’s trying not to stare at you, but you still have only got a towel wrapped around your body and he’s not an idiot, he barely knows you, but he has eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts.

You blink. “What? Why?”

“This--” he gestures at your hand, “I don’t know how it happened, but it shouldn’t have, and I--”

“Okay, wait. First of all, stop talking so loud. Some of us don’t have superhuman abilities to get rid of a hangover. Second of all, this isn’t the forties, Sarge. Whatever happened isn’t your fault. Takes two to tango.”

Bucky grimaces. “So… what do we do now?”

“I’m going to go to that diner on the corner and eat the largest stack of pancakes money can buy, that’s what I’m going to do.” You blink up at him, and he has a flash of a memory, those eyes, lust swimming in them, looking up at him last night, and he swears it almost brings him to his knees.

“Pancakes.” He echoes. “Sounds good.”

The light is too bright for you in this diner, he can tell, but you also seem content digging in to your food, so he doesn’t say anything.

The two of you are mostly silent in general, in fact.

He doesn’t know where to begin.

Steve and Sam have texted him three times this morning and he just hasn’t answered. He has no idea what to say to them either. They’re going to kill him, and look-- he’s survived this long. He’s not trying to get murdered by his best friends for being irresponsible.

“It’s not a death sentence, you know.” You say, interrupting his brooding.

“What?”

You shovel another forkful of pancakes in your mouth. “This,” you say, holding up your left hand. “It’s not-- we can figure it out. Get it annulled or something. It’s not the forties anymore.”

Bucky blinks. “You don’t have to wear it.”

You put your fork down. “Can’t get it off.” You shrug. “Tried before I used your shower,” you say. “Apparently we weren’t concerned about fit,” you add before reaching for your coffee.

He’s amazed at how calm you seem. For all the panic there was this morning, now there’s just… acceptance?

“Hey,” you say, again bringing him out of his thoughts, “it’s going to be fine. We’ll figure it out.”

He doesn’t say the million things running through his mind. He wants to tell you that he doesn’t regret it, not really. He regrets that he doesn’t remember it, he regrets that he did something stupid and impulsive and dragged you into it.

He regrets that it seems like nothing between you has changed, despite the obvious.

He keeps it to himself, and concentrates on his food. His phone pings again, and he imagines if Steve could astral-project himself here to see Bucky is alive and well in the flesh, he would, rather than just waiting for a message.

“Better answer them,” he grumbles, and you chuckle.

“Captain America is a worrywart.”

Where are you? Don’t forget we have security detail for Pepper tonight 8pm.

He smiles as he taps out a quick, vague response to Steve. He finds he smiles a lot around you. He likes it.

Having breakfast. Be back at the Tower soon.

You and Bucky finish breakfast and an awkward silence settles over the two of you as you walk back to the Tower, Bucky just hoping and praying you don’t run into Sam in the lobby or in any of the hallways.

Turning a corner, you saying something about going home to soak in your tub, you almost run straight into Steve.

You squeak as he settles you, hands on your shoulders, and Bucky feels cold dread coil in his stomach.

“Buck,” Steve says, eyes narrowed and tone suspicious. “How was breakfast?”

“We had french toast,” you say.

“Together?” Steve asks, and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Good grief,” he mutters. “Goodbye, Steve.” He grabs your elbow lightly, tugging you with him towards the common room, hoping to avoid anyone else. How Steve managed to miss the rock on your finger is beyond him.

“That was close,” you say quietly, amused. “Didn’t want him to notice?” At first he thinks you’re teasing, but you seem genuinely curious.

“I just-- I don’t need the lecture.”

“I imagine Steve’s pretty good at that.”

“You know the PSA’s he did for high schoolers? Try that times ten when you’re actually the guy’s best friend.”

Idly he realizes he’s heading towards his room, you trailing behind him slightly, and he has a sudden vivid memory of taking almost the same route the right before, though with more urgency and less clothes. He swallows hard.

He holds the door open for you, and as soon as you’re both inside, an awkward silence settles over the two of you. He hates it. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but a knock on the door stops him before he can even start.

“For crying out loud,” he mutters, taking a few steps towards the door and yanking it open. He’s met with a slightly smug (but when isn’t he) Tony.

“Oh good, you’re both here.” He says, seeing you frozen in your spot over Bucky’s shoulder. “Just wanted to give you a heads up that you’re not actually married.”

Bucky’s jaw drops. “Excuse me?”

“You think no one noticed the two of you professing your love for each other all night? It was embarrassing.”

“Tony.” Your voice is sharp.

“Right. Anyway, we weren’t dumb enough to let you two lightweights go and get married. You just kept whining about a ring,” he says to you, “so we found this one in storage and gave it to you before you started to cry.”

Bucky can’t believe what he’s hearing. He feels-- disappointed? That can’t be right.

“Oh.” You say, and his heart leaps when he hears how quiet you sound. Is there a chance you wanted to-- no. You don’t want him like that. It was a drunken mistake, that’s all. “That’s why it doesn’t fit,” you add, “Nat usually wears it when she has to pretend to be married. Her hands are smaller.”

“So… you’re welcome, from saving you the panic.”

He’s gone before Bucky can tell him they already panicked.

You smile sheepishly at him. “So… that’s good news, I guess.”

“We slept together.” Bucky blurts. He winces immediately after. “I just-- yes, it’s good we didn’t actually get married. But we still--”

You look alarmed, “Do you-- are you upset?”

“No! I just-- this isn’t how I wanted any of this to happen.”

Silence. Bucky winces again. Oops.

“Wait. You’re going to have to explain this to me.”

Bucky sighs. “I like you. Have liked you. For awhile. And I guess-- enough Asgardian mead in me… I wanted to ask you out. Hoped it would give me some courage. Not that much.”

A laugh escapes you, and Bucky just-- he likes you, and the pretty flush on your cheeks, and how you don’t hate him even after all this.

“We did this all backwards.” You say, and he grins at your next words, “Though I think we could count breakfast as our first official date.”

Bucky wants to kiss you. He doesn’t, but he does spend the rest of the day on his couch with you, a Netflix marathon that he honestly couldn’t care less about on the TV, your side pressed tightly to his.

His phone keeps buzzing on the table in front of him, but he ignores it, smiling as he makes a mental note to send Thor a thank you card.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #marvel fanfiction

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believingispowerfulmagic · 4 years

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“Better When I’m Dancing” Epilogue : Vacation

A/N: And with that, Better When I’m Dancing ends.

I want to thank everyone who has read this story and followed along with it. You all embraced me attempt to combine my love of Outlaw Queen and Dancing with the Stars and I’m so touched.

I want to give a big thank you to Eva (glindalovesshoes) for all her work betaing the story. It wouldn’t be what is it today without her!

While the main story is over, I will always accept prompts for this universe. And I may visit it from time to time as I do have a few more stories to tell in this verse – just nothing as big as this.

Once again, thank you!

--Mac

Regina stepped out onto the balcony and leaned against the railing. A soft sea breeze blew past her, toying with the strands of hair too short to fit in her ponytail. She looked at the expanse of golden sand stretched out before her, following it until she found where it met the crystal blue waters of the Caribbean. Waves gently rolled onto the sand before receding back out, as if beckoning her to come into the ocean.

She heard the door open and then close behind her so she wasn’t surprised when two strong arms wrapped around her a few seconds later. “Enjoying the view?” Robin asked her, kissing her shoulder.

“I know your house has a great view of the ocean but there’s just something...different...about this one,” she said, leaning against him. “It’s so beautiful and so peaceful.”

He hummed, kissing the side of her head. “I agree.”

They stood like that for a little bit longer, watching the tide come in. She then asked: “What are the boys doing?”

“Emma and Mum took them to the pool,” he replied. “Mum’s going to watch them while Emma enjoys the swim up bar.”

“The swim up bar did sound enticing,” Regina said. “And I trust her to not get completely drunk while around the boys. Or in the water.”

Robin chuckled. “I think you’re missing the more obvious point.”

“Which is?” she asked.

“That we have this entire villa to ourselves for a good hour or so,” he told her, gently turning her to face him. He grinned. “How do you propose we pass the time?”

She leaned against him, smiling coyly. “Oh, I think I can think of something.”

“I hope this something involves the bedroom,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“The bedroom, the bathroom, the living room...I’m flexible,” she replied. She then lowered her voice as she said: “Very flexible.”

He swallowed before scooping her up into his arms. “I need you. Now.”

Regina laughed as he carried her into the large master bedroom in the villa. She looked over to find rose petals scattered over the comforter on the bed before glancing up at him. “Looks like someone planned ahead.”

“I wanted us to start our vacation off on the right foot,” he explained, gently lying her on the bed. “We may be with our family, but I still want this to be romantic.”

She kissed his cheek. “You are the best, Robin Locksley.”

“I try,” he replied, pretending to be embarrassed and modest. She found it adorable.

He laid her down on the bed before closing the door. “Just in case,” he said as he climbed onto the bed.

She nodded before smirking. “Now what?”

“I think you know what,” he replied, gently running his fingers along her leg. She spread her legs out more, the skirt of her dress riding up and revealing her lacy panties. He hummed. “Sexy.”

She grinned. “If you like these, wait until you see the thongs I’ve packed.”

He paused, his mouth hanging open. “The what?”

“You heard me,” she said, rising onto her knees. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I know how much you love my ass…”

“You do have an amazing arse,” he agreed, hands toying with the knot holding up her dress. “But I love all of you.”

She pressed her forehead against his. “I love all of you too. But right now, I’m particularly partial to your cock.”

He hummed. “That’s good. Because it’s partial to you right now.”

“I hope it’s always partial to me,” she replied.

“Oh, you have no competition,” he assured her. “My cock, though, often has it from my mouth.”

She laughed. “Well, I think there’s plenty of me for both.”

“Good,” he replied, kissing her. He laid her back down as he slid the dress off her, revealing she was only wearing panties underneath it.

Robin paused, a lusty look in his eyes. “Oh, Christ. You were sitting on the plane without a bra? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because we weren’t alone,” she reminded him. “Our sons, your mother, Emma...they were all on the plane with us.”

“A private plane with a private bedroom,” he pointed out.

She gave him a look. “I wasn’t going to have sex with our family so close, no matter how quiet you swear we could’ve been.”

He nodded. “Fair enough. I only ever want your comfort.”

“Thank you,” she replied softly. She kissed him, gently stroking the fine hairs at the base of his neck.

Their kisses grew more passionate and he laid her down, trying to take off his own clothes as well. She broke the kiss, laughing. “Slow down. We still have time.”

“I know,” he said, kissing her neck. “But I can’t help myself. I want you all the time.”

She moaned. “I want you all the time too but I don’t want you hurting yourself. Especially on the first day of vacation.”

He chuckled. “That would be both embarrassing and a bummer.”

“Exactly,” she replied. “So are you going to slow down?”

Robin nodded, pulling away from her. “How about I give you a little bit of a show?”

“What do you mean by that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He slid off the bed and went to his phone, scrolling through it. Pressing something, vaudevillian music began to play and she knew what he meant. “A striptease? Yes, please,” she said, leaning back against the pillow.

“Relax and enjoy the show,” he told her, starting to shimmy to the beat of the song as he backed away from the bed to give himself some more room to perform.

He swung his hips from side to side as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Regina watched intently, licking her lips as he revealed his toned chest inch by agonizing inch. Once the last button was undone, he turned around in a slow circle as he held out the shirt. He gave his ass a little shake and she let out a whoop. “Shake it, babe!”

Robin glanced over his shoulder and gave her a wink. “Do you want me to shake it or lose it?”

“Can’t I have both?” she asked, smirking.

“Ooh, milady is demanding,” he teased. “But she will get what her heart desires.”

He rolled his shoulder as he slid the shirt down his arm, revealing part of his back. Robin then repeated the move with his other shoulder, bearing more of his back in the process. She watched as the muscles there rippled with his moves, licking her lips even as she longed for a view of his front. But she knew good things came to those who wait, so she didn’t make any more demands and trusted Robin to give her what she desired.

With another shimmy, he let the shirt drop to the floor. He placed his hands on his head as he moved his hips around, shaking his ass for her. She grinned, feeling warmth bubble deep inside her. This was definitely a turn on, she thought as she bit her lip.

“You enjoying the show?” he asked, looking over his shoulder again with a smirk.

“You know it,” she replied, smirking right back at him.

He gave his ass another shake before gyrating his hips as he slowly turned to face her. Sticking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, he grinned. “Shall these go next?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why are you asking a question you already know the answer to?”

“Good point,” he replied. “But I think I need a different song for this part.”

He walked over to his phone and stopped the song playing. After a few flicks of his thumb, he grinned. “This is perfect.”

A Latin beat filled the room as he set the phone down, swaying his hips in time to it as he returned to his previous position. “You like?” he asked her.

“Oh, yes,” she replied. “Show me you have a little Latin in your soul.”

“As you wish,” he answered, winking at her. He started to sway his hips in a way that reminded her of the salsa and she grinned, enjoying the show even more.

His eyes locked with hers as he slowly undid the button of his pants and lowered his zipper. Once that was done, he started to do the basic salsa steps. He moved from right to left, swinging his hips and extending his leg as his short slowly slid down them. Most times, Regina would’ve found the sight humorous but now, she found herself growing even wetter as the fire burned deep inside her. She licked her lips as she realized he wasn’t wearing any boxers, his partially erect cock springing free.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one not wearing something under my clothes,” she commented.

He grinned. “I was hoping to get some use out of that bed on the plane.”

She rolled her eyes before smirking. “Well, maybe we can take an adults-only trip and let your dream come true.”

“Sounds promising,” he said, salsa dancing his way up to the bed. He then reached for her and she rose up to her knees so he could pull her into his arms. “For now, though, I have some other dreams I would like to make come true.”

“Oh, do you?” she asked, flirting a bit. “Like what?”

“Like dancing a horizontal tango with you,” he replied, smirking.

She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I think we can make that happen.”

“I do too,” he said, playing along. He pitched them onto the bed together and she landed on her back as his body covered her.

“This is awkward,” she commented, feeling a bit trapped.

He pushed himself up on his arms. “Sorry. Didn’t think that through.”

“That’s okay,” she replied, wrapping her legs around him. “I’m sure you’re going to make up for it.”

“Oh, I intend to do just that,” he said, kissing her. He gently picked her up again and set her down further up on the bed. It was a more comfortable spot and position, so she relaxed a bit as she continued to kiss him.

He broke the kiss, nudging her nose with his. “I think we need to get you ready for our tango.”

“I think I’m ready,” she said, knowing what he meant. “Your little show did its job.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied, pushing her knees up. He let out a little groan. “You certainly look wet.”

She felt a little thrill of triumph. “Told you so.”

He shook his head though. “You look wet but let’s see if you are really ready.”

Robin slid his finger through her folds before rubbing her clit. She gasped as pleasure coursed through her. “Oh, god…”

“Not quite but close,” he teased, winking at her. He pressed a finger to her entrance, easing it in. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” she moaned.

“No pain?” he asked. When she shook her head, he grinned. “Excellent.”

She gripped the sheets, trying to hold herself down as her body trembled around his finger. “Cock?”

“Not yet,” he said, adding another finger. “I want to have a little fun first.”

He curled his fingers and she gasped her body arching off the bed. The tips of his fingers brushed against her spot again as she moaned: “Fuck…”

“Oh, we’ll get there,” he replied, continuing to brush her spot with his fingers over and over.

Her walls tightened around his fingers and she gasped. “Robin, I’m gonna come.”

“Go ahead,” he told her. “It’s okay.”

She shook her head, fighting it. “I want to come with you.”

“There’s plenty of time for that,” he assured her, this thumb now toying with her clit. “They won’t be back for at least an hour, maybe more.”

In her sex-induced haze, she had forgotten about the others. The only two people who existed were her and Robin. “Not why I want it. I want you.”

“Ooh,” he said, realization crossing his face. He pulled his fingers from her and moved up the bed. “Then let me get a condom.”

She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. “I got an IUD. We don’t need those anymore.”

“You sure?” he asked, arm still stretched out to the nightstand. “I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure and I do mind. I want to feel you--all of you,” she said, kissing under his jaw.

He lowered his arm and moved back closer to her. “If you’re sure, then that’s fine. But they’ll always be around, just in case.”

“Thank you,” she replied, loving how much he always took care of her. It was nice after years of taking care of herself and Henry. She reached up, cupping his cheek before kissing him.

Robin ran his hand down her body, gently skimming the skin of her leg until he could hook his hand around her knee. He lifted it up as his cock pressed against her entrance. Breaking the kiss, he asked: “You good?”

“Fair point,” he said, chuckling. He slowly sank into her, stretching her and drawing a pleased moan from her.

Regina gripped his arms. “That feels so good.”

“You feel good,” he moaned. “You always do.”

He began moving inside of her and she moaned again, feeling her body quiver from the sensations assaulting it. “Fuck.”

“Yep. That’s what I’m doing,” he told her. She rolled her eyes but her sarcastic reply was replaced with another moan as he brushed against her spot, teasing her as he set a leisurely rhythm. He was going to prolong this as long as he could.

And at the moment, Regina wasn’t complaining.

Robin pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up with her entrance. He slid it into her slowly, letting her adjust to the change as he kissed her. They pressed their foreheads together as her body continued to tremble, knowing what was to come.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She kissed his nose. “I love you too.”

He began moving inside her and she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deeper inside her. Her back arched off the bed as he held her, anchoring her in place. She ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the moment.

“Faster,” she gasped. “Please.”

“As you wish,” he said, picking up his pace. She moaned, feeling more satisfied and telling him so as his cock kept brushing the right spot inside her.

Stars began to appear before her eyes as her walls tightened around him. His rhythm grew more erratic and she knew he was just as close as her. “Robin,” she moaned.

“I know,” he gasped. “I’m right with you.”

Regina gave into the sensations threatening to overwhelm her and her orgasm crested as she cried out. She rode it out on his cock, the rush starting to ebb as he still and came inside her. They collapsed together, a pile of sweaty limbs that felt like jelly.

As her breathing slowed, she said: “Wow.”

He chuckled, kissing her shoulder. “We are almost as good at the horizontal tango as we are at the Argentine tango.”

“Almost?” she asked, feeling slightly indignant.

“Did I say almost? I meant just as good,” he corrected. “Maybe even better.”

She grinned, feeling a bit smug. “Much better.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “What do you say we give that giant bathtub a try before everyone gets back?”

“Sounds like a good idea,” she replied, kissing his nose. They then climbed out of bed and headed toward the bathroom, holding each other’s hands and giggling the entire way.

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crysta-cub · 5 years

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List number 2 prompt 44: “Is that my shirt?” with spicyhoney, please? -mystery

Just a warning, this turns into some tooth rotting fluff in the end. I guess it’s kinda hurt/comfort. ( I reread and edited after posting cause I’m a smart person… But it is now better… I should sleep soon)(*Cough*For @mystery-fic-anon *Cough*)

“Is. That. My. Shirt?”

Stretch looked up from the pile of laundry he was busy folding, smiling up at his stunned boyfriend, freshly from his workplace in his suit and recently loosened tie. Setting his suitcase down on the couch, Edge reached out and gently took the shirt out of Stretch’s hands.

“Hey babe, welcome home.” Stretch greeted cheerfully, watching as Edge slowly unraveled the article of clothing. “I, uh, did the laundry. figured I could help out with at least a few chores.”

Edge stayed silent, his face expressionless as his grip on the shirt tightened marginally. Stretch watch his love, waiting for some response before glancing between the shirt and the fell monster when it suddenly clicked.

The shirt was way too small for Edge.

“I fucked up didn’t I.”

“It was dry clean only.” Stretch flinched at Edge’s resigned tone. Oh, he really messed this one up.

“I’m sorry babe.” Stretch apologized, reaching out to touch Edge’s hand, stopping when he turned away.

Edge closed his sockets and inhaled deeply followed by a slow exhale, “It’s just a shirt.” Stretch watched as Edge dropped the shirt back on the pile of unfolded clothing before turning to walk to their shared room.

“Babe,” Stretch called out, worried that the ruin of the shirt had upset his boyfriend.

Edge stopped at the doorway, barely glancing back, “I’m going to change and start on dinner.” The slight hint of disappointment was not missed in Edge’s tired voice. Stretch watched him disappear into the bedroom.

Stretch let out a breath before grabbing the ruined shirt. Looking at it now, it looked like it could fit one of the Sanses now. Glancing at Edge’s pile of clothes, it was evident that other shirts may have meet the same fate.

Stretch sunk into the couch, his good deed ruined because he forgot to check the tags. Bone scrapped against bone as Stretch rubbed his hands over his face. He glanced back to the bedroom, unsure how to cheer up Edge.

A few days past and Stretch entered the house, sipping on a chilly iced coffee he gained on his trip out to town. The shrinkage incident seemed to have already blown over, Edge waving off Stretch’s attempts to make amends. Well except for the little late night tango session.

Stretch finished locking the door, placing his keys on the cute little hooks with playful cats adorning it, decor Edge insisted on having. How could Stretch say no to that face when he found it at the thrift store. He turned around and was stopped mid-sip of his drink.

Oh a rare sight indeed. On the couch laid Edge, chest raising and falling gently as he snoozed, one arm draped over his sockets and the smallest snore that Edge would forever deny having. The other arm rested over his midsection, holding a book open in place. One leg rested on the opposite arm rest while the other fell to the floor in the ultimate display of trust and relaxation the fell monster has ever displayed.

Additionally, ever watchful Doomfanger, was curled up on the top cushion of the couch, peaking with one eye at him before tightening her curl and falling back to sleep.

A soft smile was brought upon Stretch’s face as he walked closer, quietly snapping a photo to be used as his next phone’s background. He walked over to an armchair, curling up as he finished his caffeinated drink. He could watch his baby love sleep for the rest of his life if he had to.

Unfortunately, Edge didn’t slumber long, arm sliding off of his face as he blinked those sleep bleary eye-light before gazing over to Stretch.

“Good morning love,” Stretch spoke gently, placing his empty cup on the coffee table.

“Morning” came the sleepy yet amused reply. “Its almost creepy catching you watching me sleep.”

Stretch chuckled as he got up to walk over to the resting fell monster. “It’s not like I haven’t caught you doing it half a dozen times.” He leaned over for a kiss, grinning as he felt those strong gloved hand pulling him in. Well, if he was being asked to stay, he might as well get comfortable.

Stretch straddled Edge’s lap, carefully removing book to the safety of the coffee table as they continued a soft kiss. Doomfanger hops off the couch, done with the show of PDA in her presence as she strolls away to find a quieter spot.

Pulling away, Stretch smiles down at Edge as he drinks in the wonder of the waking skeleton, that is until something caught his eye. A sly smirk graced his face as he pulls back and asks.

“Is that my shirt? And my pants?”

Edge returns with a small cheeky smile, a twinkle of playfulness in his eyes. “Perhaps it is. I figure if I was to be lazy, I would have to become one with the laziness. That includes dressing the part.” Edge wiggled beneath him before grabbing Stretch’s shirt front and pulling him down for a quick peck. “Besides, I’m a little short on shirts right now.”

Stretch flinched at the playful jab, yea he had that coming. “I told you I could buy you new ones.” Stretch leaned down for another peck.

“Not the point.” Edge returned the kiss.

“I guess not. Besides you look real good in my clothes. Should ruin your clothes more often.” Stretch chuckled as Edge playfully nipped his chin.

“Brat.”

“You like me that way. Anyways, any thoughts on dinner? We both can’t be lazy.” Stretch rubbed his thumb over Edge’s sharp cheekbones, causing the other monster to slow blink like the cat he secretly was.

“I’m sure the universe will survive. Was thinking about ordering in. I’m in no rush to end this.” Edge was basically purring below him.

Stretch gave him an incredulous look. “Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend? Did Red give you some brownies? You know better than to take anything from him.”

Edge chuckled below him before shaking his head. “I’m allotted one lazy day without the world imploding. Besides, now the final piece I need is here for me to ultimately enjoy my day off.”

“Oh, and what is it you were missing?” Stretch leans back down as he feels Edge tug him closer.

“You, you numskull.” Edge kisses him slow and deeply. They both humming into the kiss before breaking apart. “Now call that Chinese place, I really want pot stickers and chow main.”

Stretch gasps in feigned shock. “Making me do all the work?” Edge only grins back at him as he pulls out his phone. “Fine, but we’re getting some honey-glazed chicken and cheesy puffs.”

Stretch finds it harder than normal to order as a pair of teasing hands began to explore his chest and legs. Its the least he could do to make up for a few ruined shirts.

#Drabble challenge 2 #spicyhoney #Fluff #hurt/comfort #Shirt distruction #wearing eachother's clothing #I am a tired pup #I haven't slept longer than a nap in 24 hours #I don't know why I do this to myself #But I'm having fun #mystery-fic-anon

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch 5: You Make It Easy

Summary: Steve finally takes Katie out on a date.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Language! And a whole heap of fluffy fluff fluff.

A/N: Once again, a huge thank you to @angrybirdcr for her lovely little edit.

Chapter 4

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The elation Steve had felt about actually getting a date with Katie soon evaporated the next morning when he realised he hadn’t the first CLUE about where to take her, what to do or what to wear. He wasn’t naïve, he knew dating had changed since his day but the fact he had no reference point to even start from, having never been on a date before, wasn’t helpful either. So he sought some advice

“Okay, right.”

“You know her, Steve.” Peggy looked at him. “What type of food does she like?”

“Italian, Chinese, but we do that all the time.” He shrugged, before he stopped, suddenly remembering something she had said to Evans a couple of weeks back in exercise, “You know, come to think of it she has mentioned a new place in town. La Placa I think it’s called.” “See, there you go.” Peggy patted him on his arm before she smiled at the look on the young man’s face “Just be yourself Steve, that’s who she wants. No one else.”

“Thanks Peg.”

“And make sure you kiss her goodnight…” She grinned, a twinkle in her eyes. “Us ladies do like a bit of passion every now and then you know.” He rolled his eyes at her cheekiness, running his hand through his hair which was in desperate need of a cut. He stayed with Peggy whilst he googled the restaurant number, made his reservation and then text Katie to tell her where he had booked.

Can’t wait xxx

He grinned to himself, and then pushed his phone away and turned back to find Peggy watching him, a sly grin on her face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy before.” she remarked, somewhat wistfully

.He smiled “Been a long time since I felt this good.”

“Trying to imagine what you’d look like with shorter hair and a beard…” “Shorn back and sides please,” he said as the man asked him what he wanted, “and take it a little shorter on top.”

******

Katie woke suddenly on top of the comforter on her bed, fully clothed. She’d fallen asleep! She sat up, thinking back to the last thing she remembered before her nap, piecing her train of thought together. Ah, yes, Steve had messaged her to tell her he’d booked a table somewhere which had prompted her to start looking for an outfit. She’d realised she had no idea what to wear so had been debating calling Pepper to ask for advice, but had decided it wasn’t a good idea because she didn’t want Tony to know she was dating yet, let alone who.

But there was someone she could call. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right?

Biting her lip she sighed and picked up her phone, scanning through to the person she was looking for and the cavalry arrived an hour and a half later in the shape of a red-haired deadly assassin.

“La Placa.” Katie told her after a pause, “Tapas place, but if you turn up I swear to God…”

“I got better things to do with my spare time.” “No you don’t. And I wouldn’t put anything past you.”

“If you don’t trust me why did you ask for my help?“ Natasha drawled, still rifling through the clothing racks. “Because Pepper is a four hour drive away…”

“Well that’s just rude.” Natasha mumbled and Katie grinned, shaking her head as Nat placed her beer down on the top of a set of drawers and moved to a rail “Ok, try this.”

She pulled out a knee length navy blue Balenciaga dress with a fitted top half, scalloped neck line and three-quarter length lace detailed sleeves. As Katie shrugged it on, Natasha hunted in the shoe rack, pulling out a pair of mid-height nude Kurt Geiger courts with a stiletto heel and matching bag.

“Not bad.” She mumbled as Katie stepped into the heels and gave her a twirl.

“Better than the grey one?” “Definitely.” Natasha nodded approvingly “I think we have a winner!”

Katie gave her a double Hi-Five and Nat picked up her beer as Katie stripped out of the dress and pulled on her T-shirt and shorts, before she glanced around the large bedroom, sighing at the mess.

“Better tidy this up in case things go well.” Nat smirked, before she pondered “Huh, actually, do you reckon Captain America puts out on the first date? Mind you, knowing Roger’s he’s probably a virgin…”

“Yeah but…its Rogers.” Nat pressed giving a snort “Imagine if you are the one to pop his cherry.”

Katie groaned, shaking her head. “Shut up Widow.”

She smirked “Okay, so how long have we got?”

Katie glanced at her phone “An hour and twenty. And what do you mean we?” “You asked for my help, right?” Natasha shrugged, “Thought I could do your make-up and hair too…” Katie looked at her for a moment and smiled “Thanks.” She shrugged then drained her beer before turning Katie round and pushing her towards the en-suite “Go shower then we’ll start the transformation.”

An hour later Katie was ready. Her hair was curled in soft waves, and her makeup was done, a bit heavier than normal, but still subtle enough to avoid looking like it had been applied with a trowel.

“Perfect.” Nat gave her an appraising look. “Right, I trust you can get dressed without me?” “I think I’ll manage.” Katie said, standing up as she made her way out of the walk-in wardrobe and followed her into the hall where she picked up her jacket.

“Oh and if you need me to bail you, just give me an SOS call…” Nat made a phone sign with her finger and pinkie by her ear. “I think I’ll be ok.” Katie smiled, “but thank you, for all of this.”

“Have fun…” Nat grinned and then added with a smirk “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t”

“That doesn’t exactly leave a lot…” Katie quipped

“That’s my point.” Natasha intoned as she walked into the hall and pressed the button for the elevator.

Finally, after an agonising fifteen minutes during which he had pretty much paced non-stop and drained a good measure of scotch, even though it did nothing bar give him a comforting burn in his throat on the way down, he headed to the cab that was waiting and they set off to pick up his date.

Jesus Christ she looked amazing. Her hair was cascading in waves over her shoulders, the smoky brown eyeshadow she was wearing made the green in her eyes even more noticeable. And her dress…navy blue, knee length with a detailed neckline and sleeves that finished halfway down her forearms. The top half clung to her body where it flared out slightly from her hips and her heels accentuated her shapely calves to perfection. As Steve looked at her he found himself imagining various crude scenarios where said delectable dress ended up on the floor, but that wasn’t gentlemanly. Nor appropriate.

Katie felt her breath catch when she saw Steve. His light blue shirt was tight enough to accentuate his ridiculously well-built top half, and a brown belt with a gold buckle adorned his toned waist. And he’d had a haircut. Gone were his longer locks and side parting, and in its place was a short back and sides with slightly longer strands on the top, tousled into an exceptionally modern style. He looked incredible.

Steve broke the silence between the two, clearing his throat gently.

“You look beautiful.” He leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you, you look pretty good yourself, you do something to your hair?” Katie teased.

“Thought it was time for a change.” he shrugged it off casually as his cheeks warmed. “Still getting used to it.” “It looks great.” she assured him.

Yeah, he’d lucked out, big time.

******

The restaurant was busy but not packed. They were seated at the back in a little booth in the corner. Steve had never had tapas before, but Peggy had explained it to him before.

“So the idea is we pick, what, three or four dishes?” he asked, looking at Katie

“Yeah, they’re like small portions and you share.” Katie nodded. “Although you eat like a horse so we should probably order more.”

He grinned and looked back at his menu.

“You choose.” he placed the card back down eventually, beaten by the list of items. “I literally have no idea…”

“Alright.” Katie grinned. “But you have to try everything…”

“Deal.”

The waiter returned with their drinks and took their food orders. Katie ordered a large enough selection along with a side order of olives and different breads with dipping oils before flashing the waiter a smile and he scuttled off.

“I think this is normally the part where we ask each other questions,” Steve said as the waiter disappeared. “You know, get to know each other a bit more.”

“Yeah… think that ship already sailed though.”

“True,” Steve nodded bashfully, there wasn’t many things that they didn’t know about each other, although as he watched Katie was biting her lip, almost as if she wanted to say something, but at the same time didn’t.

“What is it?” he asked, reaching out for his drink.

“Something Nat said before…” Katie flushed, caught out. There was no way she was asking that question.

“Why does this worry me slightly?” He paused, beer raised halfway to his lips.

Katie looked at him and shook her head, the flush continuing to rise up her neck “Yeah, I’m not, it’s not first date conversation.”

He cocked his head to one side. “Now I’m extremely worried, and a little intrigued.”

“You really want to know?” Katie cocking her head to one side and when he nodded she shrugged. “Alright, you asked for this…” she straightened up in the seat as he did the same, bracing himself. “Are you a virgin?”

Steve groaned and screwed his eyes shut. “No, I’m not.” He sighed shaking his head before he looked back at her. "After I first got the serum there was suddenly all this attention on me and I didn’t really know any better…” “There was no one before?” she frowned slightly, almost as if she was surprised.

He shook his head again. “Girls weren’t exactly interested in me before hand, Bucky was the one who had the looks and the swag. He had a different girl every weekend. I guess when they finally did start looking at me that way I just, I dunno…” He stopped and took a breath. “God, this makes me sound like a right jerk. There weren’t that many”

Three to be exact. And none of them had been anything to write home about. He got the distinct impression they hadn’t particularly enjoyed themselves either, not past the fact they could boast about having bedded Captain America. Plus, he was infatuated by Peggy at that point as well and found he craved the tenderness that was supposed to be associated with the act, not merely the physical bliss. As corny as it sounded, he genuinely wanted someone to be with him intimately that wanted him, not Captain America.

As he watched, he noticed Katie was watching him intently and he swallowed a little as she simply shrugged. .

“We all have a past Steve.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since I came out of the ice.” He added softly, feeling the need to explain that he wasn’t that type of man.

“I haven’t since Grant.” she eyed him. “One night stands are overrated.”

“I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged, locking eyes with her. “That’s all I ever had.”

Katie studied him for a moment. She had no idea why, but to learn he hadn’t had a girl that way before he became some kind of war time celebrity, and knowing that the ones he had been with were probably chasing nothing but the kudos of being able to say they fucked Captain America, made her kind of sad. No wonder he was always so self-doubting.

She smiled and reached across the table, giving his hand a squeeze.

He chuckled and took a drink of his beer. “You know I heard that a lot…you’re really sweet and all but…“

As tactful as ever, Katie swiftly moved the conversation on and it took a natural turn to Tony’s renovation of the tower and then New York in general, how much Brooklyn in particular had changed since Steve had left it behind to go to war.

It was through this conversation Steve discovered that in all the time Katie had spent in New York she had never been to Coney Island.

“Maybe I could take you one day, down to the fair.” He suggested.

“I’d love that.” She smiled and his chest swelled even more.

“I can just read the headlines now!” Katie chuckled after Steve had added that if he wanted to he could probably throw a cat quite far. “Captain America killed my Cat.” Steve let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he picked up his beer. “Don’t cats always land on their feet?” “I dunno, depends how hard you’re intending on throwing it.” “I’m not intending on throwing any cat anywhere.” Steve shook his head “As much as I don’t like them I couldn’t deliberately harm one.” “Tony did. Well not deliberately, and he didn’t so much harm it as kill it…” “Oh you gotta tell me this story!” Steve grinned, leaning forward, topping up Katie’s wine glass from the bottle that was in the ice bucket in the middle of the table.

Steve nearly spat his beer back into his glass. “He ran them over?” “Yeah…” Katie said, and by now she was full on laughing “But the best bit is, she comes round asking Dad if he’s seen the cats, dad’s got no idea what’s gone on right as Tony’s moved the cats and bribed me to keep quiet with the biggest ice cream you could imagine, so dad is all like ‘I’ve got no idea Mrs Livesy I’ll be sure to keep my eyes open…” Katie took a deep breath, wiping at her eyes “So then Tony comes back, Dad mentions that Mrs Livesy was looking for 2 of her cats and Tony’s like ‘huh, well you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat’ and me, being the little shit I was at the age of 4 pipes up ‘no that was you this morning, remember?’”

Steve laughed, and watched as she carried on giggling. “He never forgave me for that, Dad made him go round and apologise. And he had to attend a memorial for Mr Whiskers and Bagpuss…”

Eventually after desert and a few more drinks it was time to leave, Katie tried to split the meal bill with Steve but one stern look stopped that in its tracks. This was a date, he was paying. Thankfully she didn’t argue too much. Steve then asked her if she wanted to go for a drink, she gleefully accepted so he took her hand, gently leading her across the road, holding the bar door open for her. They both sat at the bar, Katie turning her seat so she was directly facing him, the pair of them leaning closer to one another as they talked. And the conversation just continued to flow, as did the odd but subtle display of affection, moving their chairs closer together, her hand on his shoulder. Steve was surprised to find how easy the whole thing was. He had no nerves, no awkward moments. The chemistry fizzled and there wasn’t a single moment he was stuck for anything to say. It was for that reason he was disappointed when the bar tender called time and reluctantly stood up as Katie drained the final bit of gin from her glass.

As Steve held out her jacket, his hands gently brushed her shoulders as she shrugged it on, sending a tingle down her spine and the hitch in her breathing didn’t go unnoticed. She turned to face him, all green eyes and pink lips, blinking as her eyes locked onto his and before he could stop them, his hands connected at the base of her spine as she moved closer to him, not moving her gaze from his, hand resting on his chest.

“I’d really like to kiss you again…” Steve said, shyly.

“You know you don’t have to ask.” she replied. Smiling softly he leaned down and connected his lips with hers, the kiss growing slightly deeper until Steve remembered they were in the middle of a public bar. He pulled away gently, resting his forehead against hers briefly, blushing like an absolute moron as a small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.

“You know, for someone who said they’d never taken a woman on a date before Rogers, you’ve done amazingly well.” she blinked up at him, grinning.

“That’s because you make it easy to be around you.” He shrugged, honestly. He took her hand, curled his fingers round hers and made their way out into the street to hail a cab.

All too soon they pulled up outside her apartment block and both of them found themselves wishing the night would never end. Steve told the driver to wait whilst he hopped out and walked her into the lobby, their hands still twined together. There was a part of him that wanted to follow her in, and a part of her that almost invited him to, but they both wanted to do this right, take their time.

“I think now is the part where I’m supposed to ask you if you had a good time.” Steve turned to face her as they stopped by the elevator door.

“I did.”

“And if you’d go out with me again?” “I already said I would, Coney Island remember?” she replied cheekily, leaning closer to him.

“I meant before that.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’d love too.” She muttered, and then his lips were on hers again and they were kissing, exactly where they had left off in the bar, only this time they were alone. Steve’s hand snaked into her soft hair, angling her head slightly and she parted her lips, their tongues tangling easily as once more the fireworks erupted deep in Steve’s belly.

“Always leave ‘em wanting more Stevie…” Bucky said, nudging him on the arm, winking as they crossed the fairground towards the girls “That’s the trick…”

Steve couldn’t stop himself from smiling he pulled back. Their night was at an end, it was a perfect place to leave it.

“I really did had a great time tonight, thank you.” Katie whispered as he pressed his forehead to hers, giving her lips another quick peck before he stepped back a little and she reached into her bag for her key card, pressing it to the pad by the elevator.

“Me too.” He smiled as the elevator doors opened. She stepped inside, turning to face him and flashed him another grin.

“Night Stevie.”

“Night, Sweetheart.” He replied as the doors shut. With that, he turned round and grinning to himself he walked back to the cab. Date 1 down, and it had been a roaring success.

**** Chapter 6

**Original Posting**

#stark spangled banner #steve rogers #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #katie stark #chris evans #chris evans characters #mcu #mcu fanfic

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enemies-to-lovers!jisung

Request: hi hi! could you please write an enemies-to-lovers au with either chenle or jisung please?? and if you don’t mind could you make it quite angsty? thank you💌🌸🍄 (Hello!!!! This is a sure can do! Here you are and thank you!~ I did a coin toss, and Jisung was chosen!!)

others: lucas | yuta | renjun | hendery

jisung is constantly praised for his feats and manages to always prove that he can do much more than other’s expectations

he excelled especially in dance

out of the entire school he attended, he never failed to rank in the top 5... most often being number one in his area

and what comes with being number one is the respect, connections, friends, and priviledges

for his age, this was an amazing feat as he was in a better place than most adults working in the same field

better yet he was astounding at most dances people brought up to him

tango, waltz, ballet, hip hop, breakdancing, modern, foxtrot, all that jazz

he even choreographed his own dances from time to time

even got to be a guest instructor to kid’s dance class once and they videoed it and sent it to youtube where he skyrocketed there and not just in the area

all in all, jisung is oftentimes always number one

and you’re always stuck at number two

no matter what you did, you could never be on the same level as him

number two was a good spot, a great one really

but whenever jisung came into the room, the admiring people flocking you ran off to go see him instead

you also posted your own dance covers on youtube and gained quite the amount of recognition there

to the point where dance studios asked for you to come to a class to dance with them once

and you did

but always, always

there were the comments that said ‘i hoped jisung was in there!’ , ‘can you also bring jisung???’ , ‘maybe do a collab with jisung, i think they’d go really well with his dance!’

they never focused....... on you

sure, yes, yeah. jisung was a great dancer... is, but it never felt great knowing that nobody acknowledged you for the same

at your age, your skill level, your ranking, nobody wanted anything to do with you if jisung were also in the equation

honestly you didn’t mind sometimes

you weren’t used to the attention some of the times and jisung handled it all, which was the only great part about this thing

but otherwise........ you were stuck in his shadow

heck even number 3, 4, 5...... they were getting the amount of attention they should be getting...... but number 2... who? yes... that’s you

every now and then there’d be that one pairing assignment and everyone usually went with jisung

and when he was taken you were always left with whoever didn’t have a partner

‘wait so why are you complaining? you’re number two!’

‘exACTLY JENO!! i’m only second best...’

jeno sighs and resumes dancing position and motions for you to do the same

he’s most often your partner because he lurks back and lets everyone else choose and then fills in

other times it’s jaemin who spins into your direction and is like ‘will you have this dance?’

those two highlight your classes honestly and get your mind off your problems

eventually the instructor calls time and to gather back up

you’re still complaining to jeno until the instructor calls for the top three of the class to step up

proudly, jisung steps up first and you’re like >:I and you step up afterwards one of the senior students sicheng steps up

the rest of the class get dismissed while they start talking to you three and they’re like

‘we have a showcase along with the other top schools and each one is sending their best three, that’s you guys.’

and you all nod because of course yeah sure, and then they say

‘the thing is we are only allowed to have one solo and one partner dance. so decide amongst yourselves, hm?’

and instantly sicheng steps up and is like, ‘i can do the solo. i haven’t done one in a while and the choreo i’ve worked on for two years is finally perfected.’

and the instructor is like :)! sure! okay! that means you and jisung work out the partner dance

sicheng turns and is like, sorry you guys don’t mind, right?

and the both of you shrug and are pretty okay with it because hey we kind of have to dance anyways and plus he’s older sooo

but regardless he just smiles at you two and promises to buy you both some snacks later on as a repayment

so you and jisung turn towards each other and are like, so we have to figure this out huh?

and you’re thinking it’s honestly not that bad when the two of you are trying to decide what style of dance you’re doing

and since most of the top dancers from other schools are modern or ballet, and even sicheng is going to do something like that

you two decide to do something more intense, with a song with a lot of beats and snappy movements

while searching for songs and asking some people for recommendations you think that working with jisung isn’t bad and you were wrong for disliking him just because of his rank

he was so calm and so focused

until it came to the actual crafting of the dance

often times the dancers look like they’re in the mood of the song and the dance

and when i said the dance was more intense, it was. more intense

jisung was incredibly serious about creating this choreo and perfecting it

no matter what moves you suggested, jisung would insist that his would fit more and then move on

every now and then he did try out something you offered, but he’d always morph it into something of his own

you wanted to do some fancy footwork in one spot and jisung thought that it was better to do a transition to a different spot

you wanted to add more fluid motions and rolling movements and jisung said that more snapping of the hips and arms would be more suited

you thought that perhaps at least some interaction between the two of you in the dance, as there was none at all, would be great

and jisung thought that his way was far better than yours

not only was he the royal prince of the dancing school, but he was also a royal pain in the butt to work with

‘do this. no this. not that. like this. move fast. arms wide. feet closer. head high.’

you could see the frustration on his part when you refused to be compliant with him, and he grew increasingly more commanding to you over the next few weeks

honestly you were dead tired every practice

jisung would make you stay back late to work on the dance with him or to add something or change something

until one practice you fell over during a spin and instead of cutting the music and asking if you were fine, jisung just........ kept dancing and gave you a side glare as if you were such a problem

you were so. angry because first of all how dare he? and secondly, what did you even do to be treated like this from him?

you hobble over to the music player and shut if off, and only then does jisung stop and he sighs and rubs his face

he’s about to make some sort of comment but you beat him to it

‘what is wrong with you?’

‘me?’ he asks, as if you personally offended him. ‘what’s wrong with you? why can’t you get the moves right?’

‘not only is my body completely tired and destroyed from your controlling self, but i literally had no say in these moves and some of them i can’t do!’

jisung sneers and is tugging a little at his hair and just blurts out

‘i don’t even see why you’re second place! you’re not even good enough for 1,000th if you can’t do these stinkin’ moves!’

you just stand there and when you see that he doesn’t regret his words after saying this to your face you just grit your teeth and start walking towards your stuff

‘and where are you going now?’ he asks and you try your hardest not to snap right there so you turn around while packing up and go

‘i’m quitting’

jisung’s face morphs to one of shock ‘what?’

‘i’m. quitting.’

and it’s not the shock you imagined because jisung says ‘but who else will i dance with? on such short notice too! the showcase is in a week!’

and you just shrug on your bag and walk out with a wave saying, ‘why don’t you find someone who you deem deserving of second place instead of a lowly thorn in your side like me?’

and the next day when jisung walks in to see you talking to the instructor with your back to him

he feels some relief washing into him and is like phew they were just overreacting yesterday

but then he sees both the teacher and you look at your ankle and he trails his eyes down too and......

you have your ankle wrapped up in a brace and you’re actually putting a lot of weight on your other foot

the teacher nods and starts talking more and and jisung is able to hear clearly once he gets closer

‘when do you think you’ll be returning?’

you shift and that’s when you turn and see jisung watching your conversation, and this makes you bite the inside of your cheek like ughhh

but you answer loud and proud like

‘i’m not sure. they said it was only minor so i don’t have to be in the brace for long.................. but i might take a break for a while. i don’t think i’ll have the motivation to dance.’

the instructor is really understanding, truly, because of the stress and pressure you put yourself through

but jisung only now just realizes that oh snap they really did run their body worn

the dark circles under your eyes, the messy hair, the way you were holding your shoulder, too, crumpled clothes...... hey isn’t that the shirt you wore last night??

jisung sighs to himself because he really did it this time

the instructor thinks for a moment and asks what about jisung?

to which you give him the side eye and go ‘it’ll be fine. the choreo can do so much better without me anyways. it was practically a solo with a backup dancer.’

they laugh and are like oh haha you’re so modest but yeah i’m sure jisung could handle this well

then you start to head over to the side to talk with some of your friends and tell them the news

while this happens jisung tries to take his mind off things and continue working on the dance the two of you................ he was working on

your absence wasn’t really noted by everyone else in the class, but it was the most prominent to jisung

he kept thinking back to the choreo and it really....... wouldn’t change much if there was only one person to dance he realizes

he was so caught up in making the dance himself that he included only himself pretty much

two days before the competition jisung is walking back to the practice room because he wants to get the dance down even with you gone

but as he nears the door, he can see the lights on and can hear music playing

he opens the door quietly and he peeks in bc what is going on???? he wanted to practice????

he stays quiet when he realizes that it’s you who’s dancing...............

to the song that you both picked out, really the only thing you had agreed with

you’re dancing to the song, and it seems like your ankle had gotten better as it wasn’t that bad of a fall

still you were mindful, but yet your dancing was so smooth and so sharp and just the way you envisioned the song to be

the way you moved, jisung agreed with himself when you weren’t deserving of number 1000th

no, that’d be way too insulting

heck, no wonder you were in the top three

your potential wasn’t at it’s peak with jisung weighing you down like this

and boy did he feel bad :(

you were trying really hard and you truly did want to dance and jisung was only ruining that for you

he didn’t mean to

not after.....................

jisung decided to watch as you performed the dance a couple more times and even hid when you thought it was time to leave

tbh, jisung spent all of his time watching you and it was time for him to go home as well

but he decided to continue and stay and practice because he had something to work on

you were so passionate, so in the moment and it was...... beautiful

but he decided to continue and stay and practice because he had something to work on

timeskip~~~ to~ the~~~ competition~~~~~

(what was that aslkdg sorry it’s super late and i shouldn’t be up = stop me now)

anyways

the teacher invited you to the showcase anyways to support the other two and to be a representative regardless, just as one on standby

you’re sitting in the crowd and there’s a couple of kids from other schools talking with you and expressing their sympathies for your ankle, which was mostly fine but braced up again since you did put a lot of strain on it before when you were dancing (haha, oops)

all of a sudden jisung rounds over and the others turn their attention on him not surprisingly

they greet him in respect and try to make conversation but he’s waving them off and asks if he can steal you away for a second

you’re confused but they back off immediately and allow him to have you to himself for a little bit

‘what?’ jisung tries not to flinch at the sharpness of your tone but he looks you in the eyes and just says

‘i saved you a seat by the front.’

then he walks away and leaves you there and you’re like

???? uh what ???

you’re wondering if this is to rub in your face about having the dance to himself and witnessing all his glory

but nonetheless, you take the seat because hey it’s already pretty filled up with people with cameras and scouts and just audience members

you find the seat easy by the jacket jisung had worn a couple times at practice before

when you sit down the air moves around you from how quickly and forcefully you sat down and you’re taken in and surrounded by jisung’s scent

whatever it may be, his shampoo, deodorant, cologne even.............. it’s nice

as you watch the performances from the others schools you’re honestly so enraptured by them all and you know exactly why they rank so high

heck some of them you were so awed by their stage outfits themselves

there would be one more dance before an intermission and then the rest of the perfomances

and, of course, that last one would be jisung’s

you look around at the audience and see that they’ve all gone quiet

you had hoped that jisung at least seated you around the others because hey usually people stick in their groups y’know

but, i mean, then again why would he if he thought you weren’t worthy then hey the others were probably even worse

when he finally walks up on stage you see him in a stage outfit and his hair done nicely

just by how he carried himself to position on stage you could tell, as well as everyone else

that this would be a good performance

although you personally did not like his created choreography, it fit better with him

which was probably why he made it that way....................

a moment before the music started, jisung locked eyes with you

and you felt no malice or superiority or power or even regret or anything

he was just...... looking at you

then he started out

you didn’t realize it at first until you saw some complex footwork that led into a smooth roll of his body in tandem with the beat

this was your choreo

the one that you made

honestly you’re so mesmerized by him dancing and watching him add in a spin

even though he’s dancing solo it almost looks like..........

that he’s reaching out to you

multiple times he looks out into the crowd and he always lingers on you

multiple times he reaches him arm out and it looks like he’s trying to get to you

multiple times he gets near the end on the stage almost in hopes of jumping down and running out

to you

this made you so confused because.......... what was he doing???

this wasn’t the dance, this wasn’t what you two were working, this wasn’t something you got to show him at all

the dance ends and as the lights dim, you see him glance up and make eye contact with you again right before it fades to where you can’t see him anymore

in the low light you can see his figure sprinting off the stage and the lights turn back on and every sits up

everything is in motion

everything except you

you continue watching the spot where jisung had last been standing, and soon he’s there again

this time, just closer and right in front of you

‘what is it?’ you ask, and this time it’s soft, because your tone is laced with wonder and confusion

jisung takes this as a good sign and kneels down in front of you where you sit in the chair still, looking up into your eyes

‘i’m sorry.’

you stare back at him and cock an eyebrow ‘what?’

he takes in a deep breath and can’t meet your eyes for a moment

‘i’m so sorry. i’m stupid all of the time and can’t keep my mouth shut. i never should have said those things to you...’

‘so that up there? was that an apology?’ jisung thinks a little bit and decides to nod instead of saying anything ‘why?’

‘i wanted to show everyone how talented you are’

‘jisung, nobody saw me up there at all. i don’t even get to dance for another couple of days because of you.’

jisung hangs his head and grasps your hands tightly when he realizes that you’re getting angrier with him

‘please,’ he whispers

you can still hear him even in the loud crowd in the room and the bustling of feet and the shouting kids

‘don’t quit, please’

you think back and remember what you had said angrily to him.

‘i’m quitting.’

you sigh and pull your hands away and tell him that you’re not quitting dancing, but you might take a break from being one of the top ten for a while

jisung looks back up and is like ‘but you deserve so much more!’

you huff and are like but that’s not what you said a couple days ago...

jisung visibly flinches this time and smacks his forehead, clenching his fists tightly

‘i do that because i’m mad!’ he blurts out

you stay quiet to let him continue, watching him unfold for the first time

‘do you know how many times i would just hand you over number one just because? i just saw you one day and thought you were the most talented, beautiful being i laid my eyes on! i can’t hand over my position because they don’t listen when i say you deserve it and it makes me so mad i can’t just give it up for you’

you watch jisung drag his hands down his face and angry tears come into his eyes

‘i just want to make you happy, and seeing how unhappy you are looking at me sometimes makes me angry because i can’t do anything about it and i don’t know why’

before jisung starts to ramble more and continue raising his voice, you take his hands this time and rub them gently

‘jisung, quiet down’

he takes a deep breath and hangs his head, telling you that he’s sorry

‘have you just been acting on your anger this whole time?’

sheepishly, he nods and takes one of his hands to wipe at his face

you beat him to it and rub at the corners of his eyes

seeing him like this.......... even though he said such mean things to you......... he apologized and all you wanted to do was cradle the boy at that moment

‘dancing is when i can get my emotions loose... i tend to act more on them too...... i just get really emotional when i see you....... seeing you upset makes me upset and..... i couldn’t control it’

you jolt up for a second, realizing what jisung has been meaning this whole time

‘hey,’ you call and jisung looks up

only to be met with your lips to his cheek

when you pull away he’s blushing hard and looks confused

regardless, he starts breaking out into a smile ones he sees the small one you’re wearing now

‘i don’t think you noticed, but i think it means you like me, dummy’

#elli writes #jisung #nct #nct dream #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct angst #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream angst #angst #neutral pronouns #enemies to lovers au #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #fluff

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especially-heinous-ada · 6 years

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A Police Gala pt. 6

Here it is, people of Tumblr! Part 6! My apologies for the delay; I was experiencing some pretty crippling writer’s block. Ugh. But now, it is complete! In this installment, we finally get to see the Reader go on a first date with Rafael. Yay! As always, please feel free to leave comments of any sort. I read them all and I feed off of them. Lol. They are my motivation to keep writing. To any new readers, you can read the first 5 installments here!

“Y/N.” Rafael greeted you with a warm smile and you felt butterflies stir in your stomach. You couldn’t believe you were finally going on your first date with the handsome ADA.

“Rafael.” You returned the smile with a nervous one of your own.

“Please. Sit.” He invited, motioning to the area across from him at the table. You took him up on the offer, sliding into the booth as gracefully as you could while a waiter swooped in.

“What would the lady like to drink tonight?” He asked expectantly.

“Moscato.” You answer.

“We have eleven moscatos available to choose from.” The waiter replied. Fancy.

“Whichever you’d recommend, then.” You smiled. The waiter nodded and set off down the hallway. You turned to Rafael and noticed he was watching you intently. Your gaze met his. In this lighting, his green eyes glittered. A jovial smile tugged at his lips. Your heart melted.

“So how have you been since this morning?” He asked, a teasing grin overtaking the sweet, good-natured one from a few moments ago.

“Good,” you reply. “I had a string of photoshoots keeping me busy today.”

“Oh? What kinds of photoshoots?” He asked curiously, his eyes never leaving yours as he grabbed his glass and took a sip. Secretly, he hoped they were of the more risqué persuasion.

“Well. One was for a fashion blog. Another was for a music magazine. One was for a fitness magazine, and the last was for a women’s ‘general-interest’ reader.”

“Hm. What did they have you modeling for the fitness magazine?”

“Well, it was a workout piece. So they put me in workout clothes and took pictures of me exercising. Asked me what some of my favorite routines were, etcetera.” He nodded as you spoke. He found the modeling world to be fascinating. Getting paid to stand in front of a camera posing. What a career. Though, he supposed the idea of getting paid to spend all day convincing people you’re right was probably an equally baffling concept to some people.

He studied you as you read the menu to decide what to eat. Eyes focused intently, brows slightly furrowed, nibbling at your lower lip in concentration. How can she be so sexy, yet so adorable at the same time?

“Yeah, I’m ready to order. How about you, counselor?” You teased. Rafael shook his head. He hadn’t even seen the waiter come back to the table.

“Yes. I’ll have the chicken marsala.” He stated decisively. The waiter nodded, jotting his selection down.

“And I’ll have the linguine con saliccia e ricotta.” You say.

“Great choice.” The waiter says with a smile. “I’ll go put your order in.” You watched his back as he disappeared once again, then turned back to Rafael.

“You seem a bit distracted, guapo. Rough day?” You ask, taking a sip from the wine the waiter brought when he came to take your order. Rafael raised an eyebrow, pleased when he noted the new term of endearment.

“Actually, estaba bien.” He replied. “I was just…distracted by how sexy you look when you bite your bottom lip.” He admitted. You felt yourself blush.

“Oh.” You weren’t exactly sure how to reply. Rafael searched your expression to make sure he wasn’t making you uncomfortable. Maybe he was too forward? Then again, it hadn’t been too forward when he’d pinned you down and kissed you on top of his desk early that morning. A smile tugged at his lips at the thought.

“Tienes ojos bellos.” You say, offering a compliment to counter his own. “They glitter like gemstones in the right lighting.” She thinks I have beautiful eyes? He chuckled.

“Thank you. No one’s ever said anything like that about me before.”

“What kinds of things do they usually say about you?” You asked.

“Mostly unflattering things.” He laughed. “Typically involving lots of profanity.” You joined in his laughter.

“Well,” you began, reaching your hand across the table and resting it on his. “Whatever they say, I disagree.” His gaze moved down to your small hand on his. It was warm, and soft. For the first time in years, he felt butterflies in his stomach. Warmth spread through him as he studied your slender hand, turning it and wrapping it in both of his. Not a lustful warmth, but one of happiness, affection. He wondered how long it had been since he’d simply held a woman’s hand in his like this. His eyes moved from your interwoven hands to your face. A slight pinkness had risen in your cheeks. Whether from bashfulness or wine, he wasn’t sure, as the waiter refilled your glass.

“The chicken marsala,” the waiter announced, setting down the wine and placing the food in front of Rafael. “Aaaand the linguine.” The second plate was set in front of you. Rafael thanked the waiter and slipped his hands from yours and the two of you began eating. The food was exquisite. You understood now why they had such a great reputation. A long time passed in silence as the two of you ate intently. Somehow, you felt comfortable in the silence. It made you feel a certain closeness to him, as if you’d known each other forever and didn’t need to prove anything to the other. An atmosphere of ease you hadn’t felt with anyone in a while. The two of you finished eating and ordered desserts. You looked over at Rafael from across the table and he felt too far away.

You slid across the booth’s seat to get closer to him. He smiled and slid closer to you, as well, until you brushed against each other in the booth. You studied his face. You weren’t sure how it was possible, but he seemed even more handsome from up close. Feeling confident, you reached one hand over to rest on his thigh. Both of you watched your movement and you observed the strong, warm leg your hand had come to rest upon. He has nice legs. You thought in admiration. You turned your eyes to look back to his face and found him studying your expression thoughtfully. He reached one hand out to cup your jaw and quickly leaned in to kiss you.

You didn’t think you’d ever get used to this. His lips were soft and warm against yours and the delicate taste of wine clung to them, sweetening the kiss. He trapped your bottom lip tenderly between his teeth, sucking it softly for a moment before releasing it. Hot damn. You smiled slightly, then teased your tongue into his mouth. His gladly joined yours, and you danced a tango of sorts, igniting your arousal. In response, you slid your hand farther up the inside of his thigh. He moaned his approval into your mouth as you palmed him through his suit pants.

“Aaaand, for dessert tonight~! Oh! I’m sorry! I can come back?” The young waiter apologized, turning his gaze to someplace in the distance as he blushed brightly.

“That’s alright, hun. Can we just get those to go?” You ask with a smile, trying not to be too embarrassed.

“Sure thing!” The waiter responded, dashing toward the kitchen once more, all too happy to walk away from the scene.

“Poor thing. Luckily, he could only see what was going on above the waist, or we might have traumatized him.” You joked. Rafael agreed with a laugh. A few minutes later, the waiter returned with desserts in to-go boxes, and the bill. You leaned forward to grab it off the table, but Rafael snatched it and held it out of your reach.

“Not so fast. The man pays on the first date.” He said matter-of-factly. “Not to mention, I asked you to dinner. Letting you pay for it would be discourteous.”

“Discourteous, eh?” You laugh. “If you say so.” You didn’t normally admit defeat so quickly, but it was nice to go on a date with someone concerned about manners, for once. Most guys asked you out, expecting you to pay. This was a nice change of pace. In fact, everything about Rafael was a breath of fresh air. After he stuffed some cash into the billfold, he slid out of the booth, standing and holding a hand out for you.

“Why, thank you good, sir.” You said, faking a dignified accent.

“You’re most welcome, my lady.” He mimicked your accent, but couldn’t help smirking. The two of you started toward the exit and you expected him to release your hand, but he let the touch linger and you found that you enjoyed it. With a smile, you intertwined your fingers with his, and the two of you held hands all through the restaurant as you made your exit. When you walked into the night air, it was cooler than inside the restaurant, more refreshing. You wondered when he would break the bond between your hands, but he didn’t as you walked down the street in silence.

“I’ll walk you home, if you’d like.” Rafael offered. You were beginning to realize that he was quite the gentleman, and that made him all the more alluring. You bit your lip nervously before answering.

“Actually, I was… thinking maybe we could go to your place?” Rafael’s eyebrows raised in response. He clearly was not expecting that answer. Maybe you’d come on too strongly? You worried as you awaited his answer.

“We can certainly do that. If you’re sure?” He looked to you for reassurance.

“I’m positive.” You said, trying to keep your voice steady, though you were simultaneously excited and nervous. The two of you walked the rest of the distance in silence, each wrapped up in your own thoughts. After some time, he indicated an upscale building to the right of you.

“Here it is,” he announced. It was an impressive stone building, which you felt suited an impressive man like Rafael. You walked through the entryway together and Rafael untangled his hand from yours, sliding it across the small of your back to rest on your waist.

“Good evening, Mr. Barba,” greeted the older doorman, who smiled widely as he noticed the arm around your waist.

“Good evening, Giles.” Rafael replied with a polite smile and a nod. He assumed he’d have to field questions about you from the friendly doorman at a later date. You loaded into the elevator and Rafael pressed the button for the top floor. Your heartbeat started to quicken as you thought of how you would be alone together in his apartment in just a few moments. You felt almost as nervous as if it were your first time, and you weren’t sure why. Was it because it had been a while since you had sex with someone you cared about? Because you wanted things to go well? You weren’t sure exactly what a guy like Rafael would be like in bed. What if he has a weird fetish? You worry for a moment before shaking your head. Calm down. I’m sure he’s not a sexual deviant…is he?

The elevator stopped and you exited together. You followed him across the hallway to his door and he unlocked it, pushing it open.

“Ladies first,” he gestured with a smile. You mirrored the expression, feeling a blush rise in your cheeks. You muttered a quiet thank you and stepped inside. He flicked on the light and you surveyed his apartment. It was exactly what you had expected; stylish, but a bit sparse. Exceedingly neat, and not many personal belongings lying about. Hallmarks of a busy professional who’s rarely home.

“Make yourself at home.” Rafael announced, pulling you from your thoughts. You slipped out of your heels and placed them by the doorway, where Rafael had left his dress shoes. He strode into the living room and turned on the television. You followed lackadaisically, examining the screen as he plopped onto the couch. The nightly news was on. You took a seat on the couch beside him, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. He smiled and wrapped an arm around you, letting it rest on your hip. You sighed contentedly. You could stay like this forever.

The news report changed to a repeat story from the day before about a suspected serial rapist in Manhattan who was now being prosecuted. After the reporter said her piece, it flashed to footage outside the courthouse. Rafael’s face appeared on the screen and you giggled. He groaned. How did the news cameras always manage to find the most unflattering angle?

“Wow. That hottie’s an ADA? No way.” You tease. “He’s way too sexy to be a lawyer.”

Rafael let out a self-deprecating laugh.

“You’re the only one who seems to think so.”

“Just because other people don’t appreciate it, doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” You grin, turning your head to look up at him. He met your gaze with his and smiled, cupping your chin with his free hand. You shifted your position to close the gap and press your lips against his, moving your hand to caress his chest. His body felt strong and sturdy underneath your hands. For the second time tonight, you slipped your tongue into his mouth and he greeted it readily, removing his hand from your chin and threading it through your hair. The warmth from his body surrounded you and you felt the need to be closer to him grow.

You slid onto his lap, straddling him. Your hands reached up, and you rested one on each side of his face as you deepened the kiss enthusiastically. He moaned into your mouth and skated his hands down your back, only just grazing the tender, sensitive flesh exposed by your open-backed dress. His delicate touch electrified you and you pulled away from the kiss to let out a little whimper. Reaching the end of the small of your back, he continued down to your ass, cupping each cheek with one large hand. You hummed in approval and with both hands, he gave you a squeeze, then a smack.

“Oh!” was your involuntary response. He searched your face for reassurance.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He questioned, with a concerned look.

“A little. But it was a good hurt.” You answered breathily. “It was hot.” Now that he knew you were alright, he smirked.

“Should I do it again?” He asked, his voice low and lustful. You loved hearing the sound of his arousal in his voice.

“Sí, papi.” You respond, with a salacious smile. Between the look on your face and the lust in your voice, Rafael was doomed. In that moment, he would do whatever you wanted. He gave you another emphatic smack on the ass and smiled when you rocked your hips against him with a moan. He slid his hands up your dress, moving it out of the way to caress your thighs before pushing your panties aside and placing the pad of his thumb on your clit, lazily tracing intimate circles. You moaned, moving your hips forward to push against him, adding much-needed pressure. He grinned, realizing your plot, and moved away, keeping his touch torturously delicate. You groaned in frustration, prompting a chuckle from him. He was pure evil as far as you were concerned—but that didn’t mean you wanted him to ever stop.

He shifted your position on the couch so that he was on top of you, kissing you adamantly. He started with your mouth, then your jaw. Then he kissed and sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, eliciting small noises of pleasure. He stopped for a moment to unzip the side of your dress and tug it off, leaving you in your bra and panties underneath him. He admired your exposed body before returning to his task. You ran your fingers through his hair briefly before he continued to kiss his way down your body, unhooking your bra as he worked. He tossed it aside and delicately pinched one of your nipples between his fingers to harden it before he sucked on it.

The warm, wet sensation of his mouth on your breast and tongue sucking your nipple made your arousal grow and you felt your need intensify, throbbing inside of you. You needed him. And you didn’t care that you had only gone on one official date. With Rafael, everything was effortless. The flirting, the conversation, the…physicality. From your breasts, he continued to blaze a trail of wet kisses down your torso, stopping to suck near your hip bone. He was determined to savor your body as much as he could—he wasn’t sure he’d ever get another chance to appreciate it. Maybe after you were sated, you’d come to your senses and be done with him, he thought as he slipped your panties off.

He shifted you toward the top of the couch then lifted your hips up, resting your thighs on his shoulders and burying his face in between them.

“Oh my god.” you moaned as his tongue found your clit, stimulating you just perfectly, as if he’d done it a thousand times. You ran your fingers through his hair, a smile on your face. “God, papi, that feels so good.” Rafael let out a low groan and sucked hard. He had never really understood why so many guys like being called papi. Until now. Hearing the word spill from your lips as he pleasured you aroused him like nothing else. Your hips jerked upward in desire and he opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out and using his hands to prompt you to grind against it. You did so quite enthusiastically. Your hands slid to his head and you held it there firmly as you moved your hips with increasing demand, taking what you needed.

“Oh, fuck.” You panted, feeling the pressure building. Your legs were getting tired, but you didn’t want to stop. Not when you were this close. He used his hands to brace you as you moved, as if he felt you tiring. With his help, your movements were easier and you continued until you felt yourself coming undone.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” You moaned, allowing your release to wash over you. Several moments passed before you were able to think coherently once more. You untangled your fingers from Rafael’s hair as you came down, panting. He laid you back down against the couch and ran his hands over your body. Teasing. Caressing. You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He wore a look of admiration as he studied your naked form in front of him. When you saw the emotion in his eyes, you felt a rush of affection for him. You knew his interest in you wasn’t just physical—he cared about you. You felt your desire for him renew itself once more. You put your open palm on his chest, moving it down to feel his body, sliding it up underneath his shirt to feel his bare flesh. You couldn’t wait anymore. You had to have him. So you freed your hands and set them to the task of getting him naked; first taking off his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt.

Rafael’s breath hitched in his chest as your hands drew ever closer to the last button. As much as he wanted you, he was afraid of what you’d think of his naked body. Though he was proud of his strong arms and legs, he didn’t exactly have washboard abs like the guys he suspected you had dated in the past. Once he was naked, there was nothing to protect your wandering eyes from devouring him. Judging every piece and part.

You reached the last button and urged Rafael to shrug off the shirt. He did so, somewhat reluctantly. Now it was your turn to run your hands all over him. You smiled. Rafael’s heart leapt into his throat.

“You’re so sexy,” you purr seductively.

“You really think so?” Rafael asked, trying not to let his voice betray his insecurity.

“Of course.” You smile a crooked little smile, while sliding a hand down to feel him through his pants. Hearing you verbalize your attraction renewed his confidence—and his arousal. He grew against the thin fabric, making you giggle.

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” you suggest, looking up to meet his eyes. He grins and slides off the side of the couch, grabbing you and lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you to his room, kissing you passionately the whole way. You hear a loud noise behind you as he kicks the door open, and it swings, hitting the wall with a thud.

“Oops. Hope that doesn’t damage your drywall,” you laugh between kisses.

“Who cares?” He responds, throwing you down onto the bed. The display of dominance turns you on. Almost as much as when he slowly unbuttons his pants and slides them down. With only his underwear as cover, his arousal becomes that much more visible. Before you even realize it, you groan with desire.

“Take ‘em off.” You command, looking up at him from your place on the bed. He smirks.

“You must really want me.” He teases.

“I do.” You respond in a near-whisper, propping your torso up and resting on your elbows. That was all the convincing he needed. You watched as pulled his underwear down, letting them fall to the floor, then stepping forward toward you.

“Oh.” You responded, eyes wide as he stood fully naked in front of you for the first time. Your surprised eyes scanned him up and down to fully appreciate him.

“Oh?” He questioned, unsure of the meaning behind your response. Were you unsatisfied with what you saw? He instantly regretted letting his guard down, feeling the heat of your gaze on his vulnerable, naked body. He was sure you were disappointed. You licked your lips before elaborating.

“It’s just, I, uh…you’re…” Your gaze was focused between his legs as you spoke. Rafael felt knots begin to form in his stomach, and he moved his hands to cover himself. You averted your gaze and your face blushed brightly. “Really big.” You finish awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Rafael asked, afraid he hadn’t heard you correctly. You huffed and looked up at him, feeling embarrassed at having to repeat yourself.

“You’re…really big. I’m feeling kind of intimidated.” You admitted. It wasn’t exactly as if you were a virgin, so you felt embarrassed by your reaction, but you’d never seen one quite that large. Rafael felt relief wash over him. You weren’t disappointed, after all. He had worried over nothing.

“We can take it slow.” He said considerately, a reassuring smile playing at his lips as he moved to lay down next to you on the bed. “As slowly as you want. We don’t even have to do this at all, if you’re not ready.” His tone was caring and understanding, and he laid a gentle hand on your hip. You knew he’d never fault you for wanting to take things slowly. He was so considerate. You couldn’t help thinking he was damn near perfect. You knew you had to have him as your own.

“I definitely want to.” You said with certainty, letting your fingers dance across his chest. He gave an amused smile as he watched your fingers move. Suddenly, he slid an arm underneath you pulled you on top of him, kissing you slowly. It was a tender, caring kiss rather than a lustful one. You sighed, returning the sentiment, feeling so comfortable, so at ease. Being with Rafael was like breathing. He broke the kiss, looking into your eyes and grazing your cheek softly with his fingertips.

“Quiero hacer el amor.” You blurt out as you see the affection in his eyes. His eyes widened and a smile tugged at his lips as you told him you wanted to make love.

“¿Estás segura?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” You affirmed.

This woman will be the death of me. Rafael thought once you answered. But I’ll enjoy every second of it.

“Well. You’re on top.” Rafael stated with a wicked grin. “Take what you want.” His words excited you, quickening your heartbeat. With his permission, you began to work to your own devices. You sat up, straddling his thighs, and ran your hands down his torso. You peppered his chest and stomach with kisses, showing your appreciation for his body, before sliding a hand down. He let out a breathy moan as you began to stroke him. You could feel his excitement grow and you smiled, shifting yourself down. You ran your tongue along his length, studying his reaction as you took his head in your mouth. He groaned in appreciation and you kept going, taking more of him each time you bobbed your head up and down. He placed a hand on the back of your head, entwining his fingers with your hair, but didn’t move you.

You were eager to have him, so it didn’t last long—just enough to drive him crazy. You released him and sat up, watching his chest rise and fall. You’re on top. Take what you want. You replayed his words in your mind. You were thankful he had given you the top position, since you could take things at whatever pace you wanted. He must have done that on purpose. You smiled.

“What are you thinking about, hermosa?” Rafael asked, looking up at you with a lazy grin.

“How good you’re going to feel.” You respond. His eyebrows raised in response, but he said nothing. You lifted your hips. “Are you ready for me, papi?”

“God, yes.” He muttered in response, making your smile grow. Slightly less intimidated than earlier, you lined him up with your entrance before sinking your hips down. You stopped for a moment and let yourself adjust to his girth, exhaling. A few moments later, you resumed, moaning as you slowly moved further down, taking more of him. He put his hands on your hips to steady you as you moved. As you took the last bit of his length inside you, you whimpered slightly.

“How are you feeling?” Rafael asked with concern in his voice. You chuckled a bit.

“Very full,” was your breathy response. He hummed his approval. “How do you feel?”

“Very lucky.” He grinned as he looked up at you.

“You should.” You replied with a cocky grin, then started to move your hips up and down. He groaned with pleasure as you rode him, quickening your pace when you gained confidence.

“How do I feel, papi?”

“So good.” You changed speeds and rhythms a few times before finding a combination so deliciously pleasing you moaned loudly in response. You felt legs start to tremble and knew you were close. Your pace slowed as your legs grew tired. Sensing this, Rafael began to thrust upward to help you reach your climax. His thrusts were hard and deep as both of you grew closer to finishing.

“Oh, my god.” You moaned. “Rafael.” At the sound of his name, his pace quickened a bit, giving you just what you needed to push you over the edge. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as your climax crashed over you like a hot, monstrous wave in a tropical storm. You moaned his name over and over again between pants and gasps. Quickly, one orgasm became two, then three. You were so stimulated you could barely stand it when, finally, Rafael was satisfied, allowing himself his own release with a jagged, breathy groan. The two of you rested silently for a few minutes, save for your panted breaths. Slowly and carefully, you separated yourself from Rafael, the action causing both of you to moan quietly. You then flopped onto the bed beside him and closed your eyes.

“That was amazing.” You breathed, grinning like an idiot. You looked over at Rafael to see his reaction and saw that he was already watching you.

“It was.” He agreed with an equally large smile.

“It has been too long since I’ve felt that good.” You admitted.

“Same here.” You giggled and rolled closer to Rafael, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your leg around his.

“Are you a post-sex cuddler?” You ask, looking up at him. “If not, my apologies.” He laughed.

“For you, I can be anything.” He responded, running his fingers through your hair affectionately. You smiled, nuzzling into him and closing your eyes. The warmth of his body and the sensation of him playing with your hair comforted you. Sated and exhausted, you slowly drifted to sleep.

Best first date ever.

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