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puck-bunnies · 3 months

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or nah..?

quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, oral sex (m and f receiving), degrading, praising, dom!quinn, semi public sex, car sex

word count: 2.1k

getting into a argument after a tough loss, the only way you can resolve your fight is by quinn bossing you around. can you take all of him, or nah…?

“it’s not your fault quinn, you played the best you could.” we’re on the road driving home from the canucks game. they lost 4-1, he’s beating himself up, thinking he lead his team to failure, against an easily beatable team at that. quinn’s fingers grip harshly on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white with pressure. i notice his jaw clench, teeth grinding together as he lightly speeds down the dark road.

he doesn’t talk to me, there isn’t much to say. i look out the window, not daring to look at him in his angered manner. “what do you want from me quinn, do you want me to coddle you and tell you everything will be okay?” i bicker at him, my short temper showing when i know this isn’t a good time. my heart regrets the second those words escape my lips.

his teeth pierce the inside of his cheek, his eyebrows squeeze together in annoyance. “jesus Y/N, can you take five seconds off to being a complete asshole.” i’m not stunned by his words, we often have disagreements and bicker back and forth, but it always ends in the same thing. hate sex.

“i’m not the one who’s moping around because his team lost one game, it’s not the end of the world quinn.” i roll my eyes and look out the window.

he huffs, “don’t roll your eyes at me Y/N, i’ll give you a reason to roll your eyes.” quinn’s grip tightens on the wheel, turning into a backroad on the way to our house. i don’t listen to him, rolling my eyes at his bitchy demeanour again. he pulls over on the side of the road and slams on the breaks, making me wince with a jump. “out of the car, now.” he demands, i don’t waste a second to work with his wishes.

the cold winter air hits me hard, my cheeks and nose flushing with a blush. quinn slams the car door once he steps out of the drives seat, rounding the car and meeting me on the side of the abandoned road. popping open the back car door, he sits on the seat, facing me on the outside. “on your knees.” he husks.

i don’t hesitate, the rubble piercing my exposed skin as i’m only wearing a skirt, i don’t mind it, just ready for what’s in store my adrenaline overrides the soft pain. quinn unzips his own jeans, “you’re going to suck my cock like the slut you are. it’ll keep your mouth shut for once.” his eyes glare down at me, shimmying his jeans and boxers off of his hips.

quinn’s already hard cock springs out of his boxers, hitting the bottom of his stomach before coming back at my face. my fingers graze his light pink tip that’s already coated in pre cum, softly rubbing before going down the shaft, warming up his needy cock. i lower my head down, swirling my teasing tongue around the head, my spit coating his aching cock. “don’t be tease now. take it all.” quinn forms my hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling the roots of my hair enough to make me wince.

i curse under my breath, he bucks his hips up, letting himself slide into my warm and wet mouth. my hand goes down to his base, playing with the length i haven’t touched yet. my tongue acts as a pillow for his cock, laying on it as i slide myself down farther. it doesn’t take long for quinn’s length to hit the back of my throat, he stops forcing himself farther when he feels be gag too much.

easing his hips back before bucking themselves up again. my hand corkscrews the rest of his base, my other resting on quinn’s thigh to steady myself. he uses his hands to guide my head up and down while thrusting his hips, fucking my face softly at first. it doesn’t take long for him to start getting rougher, hitting the back of my throat to receive a little gag every stroke.

i dig my nails into his thigh, my pussy starting to drip with need and desire to be filled with him. i clench around nothing, trying to give myself a little something to feel good with. i take my hand off of his thigh, running down my body to my crotch. my fingers slide up and down my clothed cunt, pressing harder where my clit sits, getting a soft moan around quinn’s cock as i hit my sensitive bud.

he pulls my hair up, his cock leaving my mouth with a soft pop. “are you touching yourself while sucking my cock?” he asks in a rough manner, i nod, not being able to find words. “what makes you think you deserve that. you’ve been nothing but a brat, make me cum and maybe you’ll get something in return.”

my eyes are soft and wide as i look up at him, dragging my hand away from my desperate cunt and back onto his thigh. “good girl.” he mutters. before he can ask me to, i take him back into my mouth, sliding down till it hits the very back of my throat. quinn groans with surprise above me, letting out a soft whimper as he tightens his grip on my hair, pushing me up and down with ease.

my tongue drags up and down, feeling every vein that runs up his length. my freshly manicured nails dig into his skin, my thighs clench together to cause the friction that it so needs.

quinn turns into a groaning mess above me, every time i get to his tip and circle my tongue around it he softly whimpers. sliding my mouth back down on his cock, the sound of a passing car makes my stomach burn with anxiety. it makes me stop in my tracks, quinn’s cock filling up my mouth but my head doesn’t move an inch. i feel his burning gaze down at me, scolding me for stopping.

“no one’s doing to see us, don’t stop, not now.” he practically growls at me. he pushes my head down him farther, taking control of me. i let him continue his control, pulling my head by my hair back up his cock. he bucks his hips at the same time, not letting himself slip out of the warmness of my mouth again. i soft moan against him, “oh yeah..? you like when i fuck your mouth like this?” quinn’s voice comes out in a groan, showing his neediness for me but his dominance over me at the same time.

i can tell he’s getting close as his thighs clench underneath my hands, his thrusts up into my mouth becoming more needy. every time his tip hits the back of my throat making me gag gets him closer, groans filling the night air.

“fuck.” he curses out, then i feel it. liquid spitting out of his cock as his pace slows, chasing his own high desperately. my eyes stay trained on his face as he tilts his head back, his eyes screwing shut as he lets his orgasm take over him.

quinn pulls my head back up, his spent dick falling out of my mouth. he smirks at me, acknowledging the talent i have with just my mouth. “see, it wasn’t that hard to be good.” he whispers, pulling me up his body.

quinn’s lips smash onto mine, my teeth biting down on his bottom lip to let my tongue slide in, letting him taste the hint of him that still lingers in my mouth. he releases his grasp on my hair, instead falling down to my waist as he replaces my tongue with his, filling up my mouth.

he suddenly backs away, getting up from the car seat and joining me in standing next to the car. i don’t expect him to slam the door shut, his hands going back to my waist to pin me against the closed door. hands running down my sides to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze receiving a soft hum from me.

quinn lowers his body, kneeling on the ground as his hands slowly make way down my naked legs. my leg gets lifted, hooking onto his shoulder to let him look up at my core. getting a glimpse of my black laced panties, he slides a singer up my folds, landing on my clit, giving it a teasing rub. i take a deep breath in through my teeth, my pussy clenching around nothing as i badly crave for more of him.

he hooks two fingers in the side of my panties, moving them to the side to get an easy view of my soaked pussy. i don’t miss the smirk on his face, he always takes pleasure in seeing what i do to him, even just by sucking him off.

he replaces his fingers with his mouth, giving me a soft and teasing kiss on my clit. my hand gravitates to his hair, pulling at his soft brown curls. i push him closer to me, needing more of him so badly. he pulls against my wishes, not granting me the one thing i need so badly.

“be patient baby.” quinn’s demeanour changes from the once demanding man to a soft and gentle one. that’s how quinn always is when he eats me out, soft and praising as he gets drunk off the taste of my pussy.

he finally goes back in, his tongue flicking softly against my sensitive bud. the stubble of his growing out beard rubs against the inside of my thighs making me whimper. my knees buckle as i try not to fall from the pleasure, my back slightly arching off the cold car door being me. my head rolls back softy as quinn slides a finger into me, “keep your eyes on me pretty girl.” he softly demands of me. it’s one of his rules in bed, when he’s eating me out, my eyes have to stay on his.

i oblige, staring down at him as his mouth disappears under my skirt. my hands grab the hem of my skirt, hiking it up so i can see more of what he does to me. his tongue circling my aching clit as he adds a second finger into my hole, my walls clenching with the new added filling.

i mumble curses under my breath, quinn’s fingers curling up to my g-spot instead of jamming in and out. he takes his time with me, my hands pushing him in farther as i already feel my orgasm coming up to me, about to hit me like a bus. quinn knows it’s coming too, the quickness of his tongue against me rabidly increasing with every lick. his grip on my thigh that’s laying on his shoulder tightening, and the other on my ass playing with it.

my body can’t take it anymore, clenching one more time around him as i set my release. my loud moans filling the chilly air around me, my breath leaving with a smell smoke of air. i don’t realize the closing of my thighs, capturing quinn who has to guide my legs apart to release himself.

his fingers leave me, making me feel empty again. he slides them into his mouth, licking me off of them before doing the same against my folds. i wince slightly, my still sensitive pussy being cleaned by quinn’s tongue. “you taste so good baby.” he mumbles against me making me whimper once more.

he finishes, climbing back up my body to press his lips back against mine. this time i taste myself along his lips and tongue, moaning at the taste of sex between our mouths. “see, it doesn’t take a lot for you to be good.” quinn whispers to me.

the passenger door opens as he pulls it, letting me slip into the chair. he rounds the car, slipping into the drivers seat beside me. we finish our drive him, finally both getting the rest we so desperately need.

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rafeslutsblog · 4 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ CONTENT ⊹ 18+, ghostface!rafe x fem!reader, blood kink, dub-con, chase play, slapping, degrading, stalking — m.list

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

If there’s errors…look the other way ^^

The incessant ringing of the phone was driving you mad. Every 10 minutes it would go off, shattering the peaceful atmosphere of your movie night while you were chopping up some fruit.

It only made you more irritated that this was your only day off – the one day you had to yourself, away from college, work, and the recent spate of murders in the area.

Now some inconsiderate person was ruining it.

You take a deep breath and answer the phone, hoping it's someone who will quickly get off the line. "Hello? Who is this?” you say, trying to keep the frustration from your voice. A deep sigh, escapes your lips as you shove a strawberry into your mouth.

The fruit's sweetness does little to distract you from the unsettling silence on the other end of the line.

The only sound is the crackle of static. Your fingers twitch on the verge of disconnecting the call, the silence grows too unbearable.

But then, a voice slices through the static. Hollow, disembodied, it sends a chill down your spine,

“You look great in red."

You freeze, feeling the coldness of the knife in your hand as you stare down at your dark red tank top. You swallow hard, feeling the lump in your throat.

"What did you just say?" You press the phone closer to your ear, almost as if you were hoping you had misheard.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Do those strawberries taste good?”

His uncanny knowledge of the strawberries makes your stomach turn. The feeling of being watched starts to creep up on you as you carefully survey your surroundings.

“Who the fuck are you? This isn’t funny.” You blurt into the phone.

“Do you think I’m joking around? But that cute, dumb expression on your face is making this so much better.”

Everything is thrown out the window as your attention is consumed by the caller. You hang up the phone in distress and trust your instincts, quickly making sure that all the doors are locked. The ones that are previously unlocked are secured without delay.

The eerie sensation lingers.

Your mind races with questions. Could it be a prank? Is it just my friends and their stupid jokes? Your heart pounds with a mixture of fear and curiosity, as you wonder who or what could be responsible for this unsettling feeling.

The phone's shrill tone cuts through the silence once more. Initially, you're inclining to ignore it, but a nagging sensation tugs at your consciousness, urging you to.

The feeling of being observed grows more and more unsettling as you carefully examine your surroundings.

Every step you take seems to be met with an invisible gaze, as if someone or something was watching your every move.

You reach out for the phone, your other hand instinctively clutches a knife from the counter. “Listen, I don’t know who you are but leave me alone asshole!” The sheer uncertainty of the situation weighs heavy on your shoulders, constricting your chest and making each breath a struggle.

“Do you think I already made it inside your house before you could make sure all your doors were locked?”

As the words escape the person's mouth, you felt a sudden grip from behind. Two imposing arms enveloping you in a vice-like grip.

One, as solid as steel, snakes around your neck, constricting your breath, while the other, as firm as an oak trunk, clasps you tightly around your midriff. Making the knife in your hand instantly drop to the floor.

A scream, a raw cry of fear and surprise, tears from your throat, its piercing echo reverberates through every corner of the house.

In a frenzy of adrenaline and fear, you retaliate against the shrouded figure, throwing a forceful elbow that connects with a muffled grunt.

You have no doubt this is the same masked man who’s behind the murders in the cut. With a burst of energy, you break free, your feet pounds against the cold floor in a desperate sprint.

You bolt forward, your hands instinctively reaching out until they collide with the staircase. Panic muddles your thoughts as you scramble upwards, each step a lifeline.

Your mind is a mess as you run up the stairs, desperately trying to get to your bedroom.

The distinct sensation of being pursued floods your senses, a thrill of terror and anticipation intertwining in your chest.

Then there he is. The terror becomes tangible as a gloved hand ensnares your ankle, yanking you mercilessly back down the steps. Your body tumbles in a confused mess and you let out a terrified scream before his hand suddenly changes, seizing you by the hair and forcing you to the top of the stairs.

Your jaw strikes the hard floor, causing your entire body to ache. He leans in to press his chest firmly into your back and grasps your shoulder blade. Under the surface of terror, there’s a crazy rush that serves as a terrifying reminder of the peril you’re in.

A wild thrill beneath the veil of fear.

The man grinds his hips against your loosely covered ass. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Your breath hitches, it’s in equal measure because of his words and the depth in his voice. The raspiness in it as if he’s trying to invade your mind, and it’s working.

A stranger. This is happening.

“I’m going to ram my bare dick into that tight cunt of yours and rip you apart and you’re going to take it like the dirty whore you are.”

Holy fucking shit.

This is crazy. He’s crazy. You’re crazy.

You know you shouldn’t, I mean this is almost likely a murderer and god knows what else? He broke into your home, he might even kill you if he wants to.

And yet, you buck against him, your ass nuzzles into the hardness of his cock beneath the costume. You feel the bulge, you can feel it through your shorts.

You know how much it’ll hurt your virgin self. But it’s impossible to stop, not when you’ve gotten this far.

“Do you really think you can fight me, slut? Huh?”

You don’t know what snaps inside you. If it’s the name-calling or the condescension in it, but you squirm as a scream echoes through the empty darkness.

You twist around, squealing as you hit and claw anywhere you can touch him.. All that results is him tilting his head beneath that stupid, stupid mask.

His grin widens beneath it.

For years Rafe has pined over you, watching from afar. Even when you never noticed. You were a good girl, closed off and quiet. You weren’t a social butterfly compared to everyone else in town.

When he first saw you walking home from the library in that short black dress that hugged your waist perfectly, he knew he wanted to have you.

His obsession only grew when he saw how you were in private. If you asked him he could name all your favorite songs, foods, shows, and games in a second.

He wanted nothing more than to be by your side making you laugh and smile.

And he loved jerking off to the thought of you, thinking about fucking your tight little pussy as you begged for more.

What made it better was you never got close with any guys. Even if you did, they wouldn’t last long.

You were unattainable for him, but not anymore. He has his chance and he’s going to take it whether you like it or not.

He grabs both of your wrists and slams them above your head on the stairs as the shadow of his abdomen flexes over you.

You try to kick him as you wiggle, releasing god-awful raspy pants filled with the need to survive and something else. “Let me go, you fucking asshole.” You choke out.

You sound like you’re in danger, and you are. The only problem is that you want it.

Slap!

You need it.

You gasp as the sting registers on your face. He just…slapped you and…you’re wet. “Run your mouth again and I’ll fuck you raw in the ass.” He grabs your chin with his calloused fingers and shakes you, and you swear you’re dripping into your little shorts.

He growls in frustration, his fingers curling into tight fists. His grip on your hair tightens as he yanks your head back and rams you against the stairs.

You yelp and your hands shoot for him in a mad act of defense, but it’s too late. He’s already ripping at your shorts.

Why are you becoming horny in this type of situation?

Fuck just blame it on the movies.

You kick your legs in the air but your strength doesn’t match him. Even with the costume you can feel his muscles. Your heart races with the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you struggle against his weight.

“Fight all you want.” He pulls you closer, his hardened length grinds against your exposed lower half.

Rafe yanks your shorts off, cupping your clothed pussy with his palm letting a moan escape from your mouth. “Ah! Wait-no! This-o-oh...”

His hardened dick throbs, wanting nothing more than to fill you up and breed the shit out of you.

Your heart races as he rips off your panties eagerly and touches you instantly.

He slaps you on the pussy and you squeal, your back arching. The stairs feel so rough against you, but even they add a strange sense of stimulation.

“Look at your cunt weeping for me. Such a dirty slut.”

“I’m not…not a slut…”

He smacks your soaking cunt again, you whimper-squeal as he savagely thrusts two fingers inside you.

It’s so much rougher than when you handle myself, you can barely ever fit more than a finger. You wince at the unfamiliar sensation, growing wetter around the intrusion.

“Do you feel how my fingers are stretching you? Soon, it’ll be my dick and it’s bigger and harder.” You feel his palm rub against your clit as he relentlessly thrusts his digits inside you, with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

“You’re so fucking wet f’me…knew you were a whore.”

Overwhelmed by the dual sensations, she finally succumbs to the onslaught. Your mouth falls open, “Oh f-fuck..!” Her body convulses violently, her orgasm taking hold and milking his fingers.

He grunts in satisfaction as he feels her tightening around his fingers and her walls pulsing against them.

“Yes, strangle my fingers before you take my thick dick up this tight cunt.” He picks up the pace, his cum covered digits digging deeper into her soaked folds. It fuels to your orgasm and you don’t think you’ll fall down from it as the sound of his zipper reaches your ear.

He forces your thighs apart, not so gently. “Open them wide for me and keep them there.” You try to fight, but he pinches your clit, causing a sob to tear from you.

With his hand in your hair, he wraps the other around your throat and powers inside you in one brutal go. Your mouth remains open in a soundless cry and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the violation of his huge cock. It’s the literal definition of being torn apart and feeling every second of it.

“Mmm…a fucking virgin. Even fucking better.” The satisfaction and pure sadism in his tone leaves you gasping.

It’s so much better fucking you firsthand compared to his imagination, he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe how much he waited and here you are, beneath him, clamping down on his cock

“I can feel your blood coating my dick. The best lube I’ve ever had.”

He pulls back almost all the way out and slams back in. Tears gather in your eyes from the sting of it, furrowing your eyebrows in pain. The way your being stretched and filled to the brim is overwhelming.

The pain is searing, burning, as his thick length stretches your tight little hole. You can barely catch your breath with each thrust, every slide of his hips.

And the most screwed-up part is that you’re craving the degradation and the immorality of it all. He drives into you with renewed energy, as if he’s indeed trying to tear your flesh and leave you bleeding on the floor.

“Oh my god it hurts…! Oh, p-please-..”

Your voice breaks with each plea, but he shows no mercy, his cock plowing deeper and harder into you with each passing moment.Your voice becomes high-pitched, almost hysterical now.

“Stop..! It hurts..oh, my fucking god..”

You don’t know why you’re saying it. It’s not like you want him to stop. In fact, you’re falling into the sting of pain more than you would ever admit.

Rafe groans loudly, his massive cock pistoning in and out of your quivering opening. “Take it all, bitch”

“S-slow down..”

But he doesn’t slow down anyway. He takes it to the next level until your breathing is chopped off. Until all you’re releasing are guttural sounds from deep in your soul.

“Mmm…yes, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice is deeper, darker, and laced with a frightening type of lust. Animalistic, even. “Pussy so good f’me.”

“Holy fuck!" you scream as his cock hits your cervix. It's too much, but somehow, it's also exactly what you've been craving.

He rolls his hips and then drives in again, making you see stars in the pitch-blackness. The stairs dig into your back and your air supply diminishes more by the second due to his hold on your neck and how dizzy you are.

The fact that you’re being fucked senseless by a man wearing a ghostface costume in the dark should be any sane person’s nightmare. It should twist you up and drag you down.

You should be crying because of the pain, and while you are, it’s not only that.

It doesn’t turn you off. It’s the exact opposite. Your body quivers under his assault, begging for more as your mind drifts into a haze of pleasure and pain.

You’re so wet that the audible in and out of his cock echoes in the air. The tangible smell of sex and sweat surround you both until they’re all you inhale.

And him.

There’s always him, hovering over you, immobilizing you in place and powering into you over and over.

He goes on and on, ramming inside you like he’s punishing you. Like you’re just a worthless hole he’s using to get off. “Do you feel yourself strangling my dick? Such a whore, even while being a virgin.” Your jack slacks open letting out incoherent words, “Oh-god..! You...”

“Ahhh…so fucking good.” He tightens his hold on your throat until you think you’re gonna faint.

“What’d ya say? Gonna say something about how im fucking your needy and tight cunt?”

But something entirely different happens. “We both know you like it-fuck..!”

You come.

This orgasm is different from anything you’ve experienced. There’s no buildup to alert you to the impact or those tingling sensations at your core whenever you’re about to reach a peak.

You can barely breathe as you let out a scream and shatter around his cock.

He picks up the speed of his thrusts, causing your back to slide up and down the stairs. It lasts through your orgasm, fueling it, heightening it, before he pulls out.

A groan escapes you when your pussy’s nerves tingle, indicating how sore and battered it is. You blink in confusion, still caught in your orgasm-induced haze as you stare at him.

He releases your throat but not your hair as he crawls up your body and settles on top of you so that his knees are on either side of your face.

Grabbing his hard cock in one hand, he slaps you with it across the lips and you taste the precum. “Open that mouth and take me like a good whore.”

“What-..? I don’t know how to-“ When you hesitate, he hits you three consecutive times on the lips and slaps your jaw. You open your mouth slightly and he thrusts inside taking advantage, instantly hitting the back of your throat. “There ya go..fuck yes. Your throat feels so goddamn good.”

You choke and attempt to squirm, but his grip on your hair tightens. He uses your mouth in the most brutal way possible, making you gag on your drool and tears. He barely allows you any air before he drives back in and does it all over again.

And again.

Your jaw is numb and your pussy aches, but the itch inside you is still there, demanding more.

Just when you think he’ll keep fucking your face all night long, he pulls out. “Open your mouth wide. Let me see your tongue.” You do as he tells you, wincing.

He moans, “Fuck….” Hot cum sprays all over your mouth and chin. “Lick every fucking drop.” You lick your lips, swallowing, tasting the both of you.

“Yes…”

He taps your mouth with his cock, not too hard now, but enough to get your attention. “You’re mine.”

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irisintheafterglow · 4 months

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smoke his ass! (pro racer!gojo x you)

cw/tags: a lot of swearing lol, established relationship, banter and dialogue driven

note: didn't think this would get too long, but i liked writing this a lot! hope you enjoy :)

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

"that fucker in the ford is going to get smited if he doesn't stop being the ass-est human to ever exist."

"is it smited or smote? smot?" your pit lead shoots you a smirk, absolutely certain of who the 'fucker in the ford' was that was making your driver so infuriated. "i'm not sure smited is a word," suguru whispers through your mic.

"you're gonna be next, suguru geto. burnt to a crisp that would make hell jealous."

"geez, satoru," you mutter, praying that a convenient line of static or the sound of the wheels revving distorted his threats on any live feeds of his pov. "what's got you so worked up?"

"he needs to take me to dinner first before he rides my ass!" the last three words of his declaration blare in your headphones and you wince, already aware of the hearing loss you must experience from being around deafening engines all the time. the engine temperature spikes as satoru flicks the lever up a gear and makes a narrow pass around the second-place porsche. with the ford and the porsche eating his dust, he was able to regain some momentum with such an unexpected maneuver. he's quick to rein in the flare in his temper, though, and he can already predict your protests to pushing the car at an unnecessary time. "i know, i know. that pass was untimely, but i'm mad as hell right now."

"you're about to be madder," you say with no ounce of remorse and automatically tune out the groan of frustration crackling through the line. "i'm pitting you for new wheels and i wanna check your windscreen. that mcclaren crash during lap four probably threw some bad debris your way." his silence speaks volumes, his irritation obvious. yes, the stop may force satoru to work harder on his way back to the podium, but it was necessary to keep him safe for the remainder of the race. his car swerves unceremoniously into the pit lane and suguru's crew make quick work of replacing the tires. you meet his eyes through the window and find them seething, his gloves holding the wheel in a white-knuckle grip. before you could blink, he was zooming away again, adamant on showing the ford driver what the honored one is truly capable of. "you with me, satoru?"

"loud and clear. can i get a 'who's who' on that ford?"

"magic word?"

"i'm in shambles for you," he replies without missing a beat.

"look, you're climbing back to second and he's in fourth, satoru. he doesn't matter-"

"he plays dirty, so he does matter if he keeps trying to flip me into fucking oblivion," he counters and you sigh, defeated. you double-check the roster and see a name you weren't familiar with, someone who must have flown under the radar from the lower circuits.

"fushiguro. fushiguro toji." you watch the ferrari icon next to satoru's name steadily climb the leaderboard as he returns to his spot in third, with the porsche in front of him and the ford on his tail.

"new?"

"to these races, yeah, but it seems that he's dealt with drivers like you before."

"what do you mean, 'drivers like me?'"

"i mean that we've found a more reckless driver than you." the ford cuts a hard left to come parallel with the driver's side, barely missing one of satoru's back wheel wells. "case in point."

"then i think it's time he learned his place," satoru snarls. within seconds, he throws the car into a higher gear and swings wide on the following right turn, accelerating at the peak of his centripetal force and slamming on the gas at the straightaway. "how's that for reckless driving, asshole?"

"take a breath, hotshot," you chuckle and hear him click his tongue in defiance. you're slightly in awe of his move, but you weren't going to tell him that over comms. "you've still got a few more laps to go and you can easily burn out if you're not careful," you remind him but feel in your bones that he's found his way back into his groove, his own little pocket of racing that was created when it was only you on the line, him on the track, and a podium finish in sight.

"stay on the line?"

"i'm not going anywhere, sweetheart." you can hear him smile at the rare slip of affection, something you're very cautious about when you were both in professional settings. while your relationship with satoru was no secret, you tried to keep public reminders to a minimum to avoid overshadowing his racing career. you knew which story the press would choose first between his love life and his titles. "just get back faster."

"i'm trying, but this mercedes is giving me a rough time." you fight the urge to laugh, having seen this sequence play out numerous times in the past. towards the end of races where something threw him off, he tended to lose morale during the last few laps. however, since you became his lead engineer, you've developed the uncanny skill of saying the three magic words to fire him up again.

"you're in a ferrari, gojo satoru," you say. "smoke his ass." like clockwork, the words register in his mind and he finds a new sense of determination, rocketing past the mercedes and over the checkered line for another first-place finish on his shelf. "there you go, there's my speed demon boyfriend," you murmur in his ear when he tugs off his helmet and gloves and holds you close.

"sorry for getting pissy about the ford," he says quietly so that only you can hear it. "i hope i didn't hurt your ears too badly."

"they're still ringing," you joke, "but i'll be fine as long as you aren't arrested for assault on fushiguro toji." a dangerous glint catches in satoru's bright blue eyes, one that makes the corner of your mouth turn down in a scolding frown.

"i'm not doing anything," he sings innocently while you make your way up the stairs to the winners' stage. "not yet, at least. and, for the record, i'm elated that he didn't make podium." before he leaves, he's quick to give you a peck on the cheek that makes your face heat. "and, i love you a lot. i'm gonna go get our trophy now, so wait here."

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The early morning sun rising in the horizon as you get in your car packing everything you need to accompany Mingyu to his practice session before the first round of the tournament this weekend. Yawning as you clip your hair back out your face and start the car up to meet him at the course. Nervous for your first day with him, Kim Mingyu the guy everyone drools over.

Roads are quiet as it is the weekend, the people that work getting their sleep in from working all week. Sun shining over the horizon blinding you with its burning glow, pulling the sun guard down to see the road better. Your car window down as the soft breeze covering the right side of your body messing up your hair slightly. Your heart is already racing to meet your boss. You have heard things about him, how handsome he was. You can't help but get excited at that thought. Snapping out of your train of thought as the light had turned green, starting your car again.

Calming yourself down as you drive down the road that leads you to the course. You can feel your hands shaking against the steering wheel as you turn that corner to the rocky road, seeing all the expensive cars sitting at the end of it. Mentally preparing yourself for all the old men that will try and hit on you the minute you walk out of that car. Your heart pounding in your chest, feeling dizzy the closer you got to the country club. You were excited to meet your new boss but you had doubts. What if he was an asshole? What if he didn’t treat you as a person?

Parking in the empty spot that was far away from the expensive cars not wanting to get shouted at on your first day. Grounding yourself as you turn the engine off and take off your seatbelt. Fixing your messed up hair in the mirror making sure you look presentable enough to be working here and with one of the top golf players in the country. Taking your keys out of the ignition and picking up your phone that sat in the middle console up before you go and see where you have to be to meet your boss, Kim Mingyu.

The atmosphere was calm at the club, everyone just took their time getting to where they needed to be with no rush at all. Tall trees lining the path way up to the main reception and brightly coloured flowers decorating the well kept grass. Passing by a person who looked like she worked there, she said hello as she passed you being polite. She was a soft spoken individual, her voice comforting you as your nerves got worse as you were greeted by the reception door.

Walking through the revolving door to lead you into the reception taking a deep breath as you do as a way of calming yourself for the last time. Greeted by calming music and neutral painted walls making the place look expensive as the members. Even the staff behind the counter looked smart in their uniform.

“Hello ma'am, how can I help you?” the young man asked as he acknowledged your presence. “Oh, I’m here to see Kim Mingyu. I'm his new caddy girl” you reply to him with a smile. The young boy jolts up as you say to him who you are here to see. “Oh!, if you walk right through the doors to your left that should take you to the terrace leading you to the green out the back. You can wait there, he should be coming out of his meeting just now!” he replied to you. Thanking him as you head to go and start your new journey.

Still surprised about how high end this place is you watch your every step making sure you don’t accidentally break anything. The air smelled like vanilla and a faint aroma of whiskey coming from the bar area. Gently forcing the door open and walking through the aroma in the air changed to the smell of freshly cut grass. The doors hang open leading to the beautiful terrace. As you walk past you see where the members keep their clubs when they aren't being used. Noticing his name at the end in gold writing, Kim MIngyu. The reality clicking in that now it's actually happening, you were going to meet him. Stepping outside looking around to see if he was anywhere yet, not wanting to be late. No. You were thankful about that. Smiling to yourself at the image of the members wives sitting on the terrace in the shade with their glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other. They wore their branded sunglasses that their husbands' money would have brought.

You could do nothing but wait at the side of the green waiting for Mingyu coming out of his meeting. Standing there in your own world calming your breathing down. Birds tweeting, occasional sound of the ball being hit towards the hole. You sat there wondering what they could be talking about, is he trouble you wonder?

It took great mental strength for Mingyu to not get up from his seat and punch the board director in the face. It’s not like he could anyway. Not when the tournament was right around the corner. “Are we clear on that Mr. Kim? One more stunt like that from you and you’ll be suspended.” His coach beside him stared and nudged him to agree. “Yes, I understand,” Mingyu replied, jaw clenching.

“Goodluck in the tournament tomorrow, Mr. Kim", the board director said as Mingyu stood up from his seat to leave the office, he didn’t bother acknowledging him anymore. He just wanted to get the hell out of there and practice on the course. This is not how he wanted his day to go, what makes it a bit more frustrating is that he was told his usual caddy had been replaced by a new one.

Don’t get him wrong. It’s not that Mingyu doesn’t like newbies, it was just all happening at the wrong time. First, getting reprimanded by the board director, and now having to teach his new caddy his routines and preferences. As Mingyu was making his way to the course, he saw an unfamiliar figure standing beside his golf bag. By the way this person is swaying their feet back and forth and picking at their nails, he can only assume that this is his new caddy.

You’re starting to get anxious. Talking to yourself, “What’s taking them so lo-” “Ah, miss y/n, there you are!” Mingyu’s coach shouts from behind. You turn around to see the person who called you. You weren’t mentally prepared to see Mingyu walking with his coach approaching you. How come no one told you that he’s even more handsome in person? No. You can’t. Stop looking at his face and focus. You end up lying to yourself, feeling the warm blush in your cheeks as your eyes start drifting to his tall, muscular figure. This is not how you wanted to start your day as a caddy.

Your heartbeat quickens as you eye up his arms. They are thick from all the time he spends in the gym when he isn’t here at the course. His trainer forces him to do gym sessions as well, meeting him at the club's gym. It was an add on with his membership, getting to use the gym for free. Clearing your throat as he approaches you, standing up straight making sure your hair looks good even under your hat. Noticing as he got closer that his jaw was clenched and his eyes were blank, they had no emotion behind them.

Gulping as his tall stature makes his presence known next to you. Your whole body tensing up as he is standing in front of you. “H-hello sir-” you greeted him politely, shaking from intimidation. He greeted you back in the same manner, “Oh hello, you must be my new caddy is that right?” he asks. You keep eye contact the whole time he is talking to you. Shaking your head as a reply. He smiles to himself at how giddy you are to be at your new job. “Well you better collect my clubs then. Then we will head off onto the course” he sends you to go and do your first job for him being proud that you haven’t messed anything up so far.

Passing by the wives again as one of them gives you a dirty look, they know why you are here now. Just another pretty fresh piece of meat they think. But you were determined to succeed in this job. Getting hit by cool air as you enter the building again, it was a relief from being outside. It can only get warmer, you think dreading what it is going to be like later hoping you don't need to be out on the green by noon. Picking up the clubs that sat under his name tag letting out a gasp as you realise how heavy they are.

Sighing as you head back out pulling your sunglasses down from the top of your head ready to meet up with Mingyu. You can feel all of them looking at you heading back out, hearing their snarky comments as you pass rolling your eyes . You couldn’t care less about what they think, you had your dream job and they are living off of their husbands. Mingyu waving you over, not like you couldn’t see him in the distance from how tall he is and the fact he is wearing a pink shirt.

This is it, your first session with the main man himself, the talk of the town. Feeling pleased that he is one of the nicest guys you have ever met, that releasing some of your stress makes you feel more relaxed. He stood there with his arms crossed over his string chest, his biceps flexing in the position along with his chest muscles. He is already prepared in his glove, fixing his hair under his hat as you arrive.

Watching as he takes his first shot, looking at how his body moves and his muscles flex as he sets up to shoot. His thick arm muscles flex and then relax as he watches where the ball goes. Hearing it head off north closer to the hole. The concentrated look on his face made you feel a type of way. Snapping out of it, your cheeks turned a shade of pink, thankfully he never noticed. By his body language you knew he wasn’t happy with that shot kicking himself because he better not be like this tomorrow.

You were a nervous wreck for tomorrow as it would only be your second day with him and you are already getting thrown into the deep end being his caddy. Having to learn what clubs he likes for each type of shot and the way he takes his shots. You didn’t even want to think about that just now, just wanting to focus on learning as much as you can before the big day tomorrow. He occasionally made conversations with you wanting to get to know you better. Mingyu even joked with you every once in a while trying to get you to laugh.

The course was calm while both of you were out but the heat was dangerous. Feeling the damp sweat run down your face, in the back of your neck making you gag. Yawning from exhaustion as the both of you head to one of the final holes in the cart. Only downside of this course is how big it is and how far away from anything the last two holes are. Looking forward to finishing so that you could eat, you are pretty sure Mingyu could hear your stomach from how loud it is standing next to you.

Rolling your eyes as you lift the heavy clubs out of the back, your shoulders dead from carrying them all morning. The burning heat adds to your exhaustion. Getting out the towel that sat in the front pocket to rid him of any sweat. Mingyu got you to wipe his forehead and the back of his neck just to fluster you, sending you a wink seeing the tint in your cheeks. He knows how to make a girl panic.

Standing next to him while he gives you directions on what to do next but when he does you don’t hear him. You couldn’t hear what he said to you clearly as you were kneeling down to tie your lace. Jumping back up from your spot clueless why he was looking at you weirdly with that expression on his face, he looked like he was going to flip. He did. Mingyu never even meant it but everything that was said in that meeting pissed him off to the point he couldn’t contain the anger anymore. Flipping out made it worse, the man felt horrible especially with this happening on your first day at the job.

“Y/n? Did you even hear me? Hello?.....HEY” snapping his fingers trying to get your attention. He thinks he is talking to himself and you aren't paying attention but really you couldn't hear him the first time. “If you’re not going to take this seriously, don’t come to the tournament tomorrow. I can do it myself” frustration in his tone, using you as a punching bag for all his stress. That last sentence caught you off-guard.

“...I- I’m sorry, Mr. Kim. I’ll focus… I’m sorry…” You stutter as the tears start to brew, threatening to fall not wanting him to see you cry. Thinking about how much he already hates you makes you doubt why you got the job in the first place. You ran to the golf cart as a way to try and hide from him.Ignoring his calls from behind you just wanting to give him the time to breathe and calm down before he talked to you again.

Tears rolling down your cheeks as you sit down, you can’t hold them back any longer. Doing but doubting and regretting everything you have said to him, he was so kind to you. That's what was throwing you off, how has he just flipped out on you like this all of a sudden? Holding your head in your hands wiping away the stray tears that were soaking into your cheeks making yourself look presentable before you go near Mingyu again.

Hearing footsteps coming closer not wanting to check who it was because you knew. Not even wanting to look at him, you just knew your job was going to be on the line. Keeping your volume to a hush to not add more fuel to the fire. Your hands are shaking trying to pull yourself together before he sees the mess you are in. “...Hey y/n? Can I talk to you darling?” His tone is soft and airy so he doesn’t scare you. Mingyu felt genuinely sorry for what he did, wanting to say sorry to you for what he had done.

Mingyu got down to your height in front of where you were sitting wanting to keep eye contact with you as both of you talked. His eyes are soft, like looking straight into a puppy's eyes when they just want love and attention. Mingyu took your hands in his, they engulf yours from how big they are. Warming your hands up even in this weather, your hands were always cold no matter what. He made sure he had your attention before he spoke to you.

“Hey, can you look at me please? It was my fault, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. You didn't do anything, it was all me.” You didn’t say anything but look in his eyes, still scared about what happened earlier, and he could sense it too. “ I'm sorry for getting angry.... Can you forgive me, y/n?" Mingyu’s soft voice apologised to you.

Having your heart warm as he apologies to you, the poor guy never meant to lash out on you. He felt so bad for scaring you especially with that hint of fear in your eyes he had caught before when he realised the mean words he said, promising he never meant it. There was a silence after his words while you thought of what to say back to him. You don’t need to say anything at this point, you just need physical touch.

Mingyu stroked the knuckles of your hand slowly, never losing eye contact with you as he does. Knowing he did genuinely feel sorry for what he had done you forgave him. Smiling at the contact never wanting him to stop. Everything stopped for a moment as he smiled at you. Hearing nothing but your heartbeat in your ears witnessing the beauty that is the million dollar smile. Perfect, just like him. You smile back at him. He was pleased that he could make you smile again after what he had done to you.

Mingyu shouldn’t be having the feelings he has right now watching you smile. Mingyu's heart was racing inside of his chest, he may be strong and muscular but he still thinks his heart beat could be heard through his chest. He may act all big and tough on the outside when he is with you but on the inside he is just a timid puppy. Noticing the pink tint to the apples of your cheeks filling himself with happiness. She is just your caddy, he thought. He thinks of what to say then he laughs a little "you know... it's not fair..." he states

"What's not fair?" you ask him as he slowly wipes the tears off your face.

"How can someone still look pretty when they're crying?"

Smiling at his words,shocked that he even called you pretty. He never even noticed it all he cared about was seeing you smile again, maybe even making you laugh. His heart flutters looking at your beautiful smile, the dimples on your cheeks making you more beautiful. It even made him smile seeing you happy again. Mingyu could tell you were still worried about something deep down.

"Is there something else on your mind?" he questions you genuinely.

"I'm a bit nervous for tomorrow, what if I mess up? what if I ruin your game?"

your pure words melt his heart a little. then you see him start removing his necklace "tell you what..." he removes the chained necklace he had on him, and he then places it on your neck, you're confused a bit by the gesture "...this is my lucky chain, if you ever feel nervous just hold it for a bit and you'll be alright.

Do you think you can do that for me sweetheart?" when he said it was his lucky chain, he was lying. He just wanted to make sure you weren't going to be nervous at all then you nod at him, smiling a little. Then he says "there's that smile" he says caressing the apple of your cheek still tear stained.

“Your smile is all I need to win tomorrow's game” he says to you, he doesn't realise what he is saying but he blurted out those words unconsciously not paying attention. You had his full attention he would never leave you out his sight especially knowing what the other men here can get up to. Getting up from the golf cart to hug him, just wanting to be held by someone. Pulling him in by the waist leaning against his strong chest.

“Should we go in and get you a milkshake?” he suggests. Mingyu knew the answer as he watched your eyes light up.

It's been a couple months working with Mingyu and you were loving it to say the least. He was always there for you if anyone started any shit with you he would stand up and sort them out. Even sending you good morning texts to you for when you wake up when he has an early morning practise or the morning of a big tournament. You were happy that you were building a relationship with him and getting closer with him getting to know his likes and dislikes.

Getting to the country club, the parking situation was a riot but now you had a designated spot next to Mingyu's car, he is always in early on tournament mornings. Sleepily walking up across the river and up into the reception to meet Mingyu in the cafe, he always had a coffee ready for you coming in. It was still dark outside making the roads harder to drive on. Looking out of the window in the cafe to see the start of the sun rising, covering the early morning sky in a mix of oranges, reds, and pinks.

Sitting down with him before anything starts, asking what he wants you to do. You listen to every word because you want him and you don't want to let him down. He tells you the plan for the round today. You occasionally nod to let him know you are listening to him. Sipping your coffee while he talks you wonder how he got your order perfect and then remembering that time you both had coffee after a practise session. He was such a gentleman he always remembered everything about you, all your orders and the ways you like to have your hair.

As you both got up to go get ready he got up from the table first to help you out your seat and then tucked it in under the table for you then held out his arm for you to link with yours as you both walked out the restaurant and into the hall leading down to his dressing room. He let go of your arm for a minute while he held the door open for you. You smiled as you walked past him and thanked him for his kind gesture.

Walking past reception and down the dressing rooms for the golfers, passing by one of the wives you keep bumping into. You just know she can't stand you and is looking for any way to sabotage you and get you out this job. She is going to have the best day of her life passing the gossip of Mingyu holding the door and then the fact that both of you have your arms linked. Hearing her gasp as she walks past you both laughing as she immediately goes on her phone to tell her other old, touch deprived friends. Their husbands haven't even touched them in years.

Mingyu tells you to make yourself at home while he starts to prepare getting into his actual attire and not just sweats. Sitting on your phone checking any notifications you had while he was gone in the bathroom. Going to brush his teeth after he had his breakfast there and washing his face applying his SPF. He was doing it to make you happy. He knew you hated it when you saw his face covered in a red shade and he whines about how much it hurt, he has learned his lesson

He was in that bathroom just standing there in his boxers. He thought he had brung the change of clothes in with him but he left them hanging behind the door.Mingyu hoping you wouldn’t see him but you were up helping yourself to a bottle of water. You watched as he quickly walked past the couch grabbing his clothes from behind the door. You turned around from the fridge to see the sight of Mingyu in his underwear. He had a tight grip on the shirt he was going to wear. He was like a deer in the headlights when your eyes met, the poor boy was so scared. You couldn’t help but look at his body. Your eyes drawn to his chocolate bar like abs , you can clearly see that he takes the gym seriously. His v-line going from his hips down past the line of his underwear.

Quickly looking away not wanting to be considered creepy by him now. Mingyu quickly runs back to the bathroom to put his clothes on, needing to forget about what just happened. You can't see how hard he is for you right now but he is crying because of how needy he is. The fact he needs to play a whole 18 holes with a hard on. His shirt stretching over his chest sitting perfectly over his back muscles. Trying his best to hide the hard on in his pants hoping for the best. He pulled his hat on fixing his hair so it was out of his face then the hat sitting on top.

Walking out to set MIngyu's bag up at the starting hole you meet the other players caddy. She was with Mingyu's rival in the championship, Choi Seungcheol. They have been going at it all season with their antics. Everything needs to stop for today as their beloved championship that is waiting for them at the end of the green needs to be worked for. This is the only chance to get through to the finals, both men have fought off the competition and now they are the only ones that are left. Even just the look on the girl's face was enough to put you off her.

Ignoring her behaviour to get set up to help Mingyu in every way that you can. All you could do is sit and wait for him to come out and start to play. Your heart was beating against your chest and you got sweaty palms just thinking about him getting through. You were stressed for him. Picking at your nails, fixing your hair, catching Mingyu in the corner of your eye. He instantly smiled when he saw you. Mingyu's smile always warms your heart. He really is a giant puppy.

Mingyu takes your hand to calm you down, drawing patterns on the back of your hand with his thumb. Smiling as he does, he remembered you talking about how much you love it and how much it calms you down when you have had a horrible day. Looking up into his eyes as he takes the umbrella that was sitting in with his golf clubs to cover both of you from the beating sun.

“Let me take that, it's my job anyway Mingyu” you protest against his action

“You can't even reach up that far! Let me take it this time” he laughs at your face as he pokes fun at you.

Heart dropping as the announcement came for the guys to take their place for the game starting.Seungcheol getting to take first shot as he won the last time both of them played against each other. Watching every move he makes in panic. How can Mingyu be so calm? Even when he's one of the youngest in the league he is so calm and collected every game. The first shot is crucial in situations like this. Heart in mouth and stomach turning as he takes his shot….

It ended up in the bunker across the way. In all your time you have been a caddy in the league you have never seen Seungcheol this angry, he was regretting everything just hoping this wouldn’t set the tone for the rest of the game. Handing Mingyu his club and taking the umbrella off him as he goes to take his shot. Not even wanting to look after what happened to Seungcheol. Hearing the crowd clap, Mingyu was successful. Your heart is jumping for joy.

The tension was constant the whole game even you were feeling the pressure from everyone surrounding you. That shows you how tough it is, you weren't even playing and you felt the tension. All those eyes watching everything you were doing. Holding onto his chain that he gave you as a way to keep you calm, hoping it gives him the luck he needs. He came up to you after his shot seeing that you were shaking, just wanting to hold you there and then but all the cameras would see and it would be in the headlines the next day. There was a two point difference, Mingyu was in the lead by the skin of his teeth.

Seungcheol walking past scoffing and avoiding eye contact, he was not impressed. The fact that a guy a couple years younger is stealing his championship? He just wanted to get this over with and go home. Not even think about dealing with the media. Mingyu is all they talked about in his interviews, “How do you feel about Kim Mingyu”, “How do you feel about Mingyu leading the championship” he wasn’t having any of it anymore. Seungcheol’s selfish side came out all because of pure jealousy.

“It's okay Darling, I've got this” Mingyu whispered to you, leaning into his chest for comfort. He was telling you everything that he would do with you after the game earlier to let you de stress questioning him at the same time. Why is it for you and not him? Mingyu is always coming up with excuses to treat you.

The time came for Mingyu to take his last shot. Seungcheol failed to get his ball into the hole he was just millimetres out from. Seeing Mingyu standing there lining up to take the shot, your heart couldn’t deal with the stress so you hid behind the bag of his clubs praying that he would be successful. The whole venue is silent as they watch Mingyu for one last time, the quiet tap of the ball the only thing breaking it

The silence was broken by loud cheers and angry groans as the ball slid into the hole. You jumped up from your hiding spot to see if he has done it and he has. You ran to him as he dropped the club at his feet to immerse you in a hug. Both of you are smiling and laughing so happy that he is through to the final. His chance at the title is finally here. His strong arms squeeze you tight but you couldn’t care less. You could feel Mingyu smile and laugh into the crook of your neck caressing the back of his head holding him close.

Seungcheol stormed out as soon as he saw the ball go in the hole. He wanted that championship again, he needed it to keep him alive and keep his career in the bag. He was jealous of all the young new players getting all the attention he once had but now he doesn’t get the attention he strives for. He has given up at this point, he just let Mingu have his moment that's why he went back to his dressing room.

All of the media from around the world came flooding from their seats all wanting to be in the front row to interview Mingyu. You picked up the club that he dropped and placed it in his bag as he left to walk over to the media pen. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, You were so happy for Mingyu. He keeps talking to you about how much the championship would mean to him if he won it and how long he has been dreaming of it. Looking up from where his bag was pulling it behind you so you could drag it behind you as you wait on him coming out of interviews, you see Mingyu standing there sending you a wave with that smile you love.

Your lanyard let people know you were with him so they let you through the corded off corner of the green. The fans all empty out the stands all wanting to get back home. Flashing lights and everyone shouting at Mingyu making your head feel dizzy. You wonder how he can deal with this.

“How did you prepare for a match like this?” one of the journalists asked him. You hide in Mingyu’s arms facing away from the cameras as he answers the question. He stroked your hair to try and calm you down.

“...Actually it was all because of her that I won this match. She has given me all the support I need to get through anything” He replied with a beaming smile on his face. You couldn’t believe what you are hearing, do you really mean that much to him? The media reporters and journalists write everything down. This will be the headline in the sports news tomorrow. His strong arm around you comforting you during his interview period.

Finally the interviews coming to an end letting you go home after a long day and sleep making up for that early rise. You didn’t mind waking up this early, you would do anything for Mingyu at this point. He was the nicest guy you have ever met, making your heart flutter every time you think of him. Wondering if he is getting feelings for you. Just waiting till the next morning to see what he will do for you.

You surprisingly pull up to work at the same time as Mingyu. Seeing how tired he is in his eyes, his messy hair up in a man bun to keep it out his face. His tan skin glowing in the early morning sunshine. His glasses half way down his nose from when he was driving. Watching as his large hands slide them up the bridge of his nose. You were hypnotised by his fingers, how delicately they slid the pair of glasses up his nose. His shirt hugging his chest, tight around his pecks that have gotten bigger from working out.

“Ohh hello. Let me help you” he says as he gets out of the car, opening the door for you. He really is a gentleman at heart. Taking your hand in his stepping out the car dropping your keys that fell out your hand but he picked them up for you. Many thoughts race around your head as you look at his biceps in the shirt that fit him in the right places. Thinking about what it would be like to hold onto them as he fucks his cock into you.

He took his bag out the back of his car and started to walk towards the building with his arm around your waist. He had a practice session with his friend, Wonwoo. He is one of the top Businessmen in the country. Mingyu met him when he was in school and have been friends ever since. This is just a catch up for them because of how busy they have both been. Mingyu is doing everything he can to get that championship. All the girls giggle as he walks by winking at them. You ignore the jealousy running through your veins at that moment and go and get his clubs set up.

Hearing the wives of the older men at the club pass by you when you have your back turned hearing them saying things about you.

“Have you seen the way he is with her, you would think they are dating” one of them asks the group, feeling their eyes on you as they walk past to sit on their designated chairs to watch their loves play all day as they get served endless cocktails. Fixing your skirt before you stand up picking up the bag placing it on your shoulder walking out to meet Wonwoo. Hearing the ladies laugh at you as they comment on the skirt you are wearing asking if it was for Mingyu, not letting them get to you, you just walk away. You see an unfamiliar figure, that must be Wonwoo.

He was talking to Mingyu, both of them are laughing as you come up to both of them. Dropping the bag off next to where you are standing. Standing next to Mingyu as he introduces you to each other. Wonwoo was a tall man as well, standing next to both of them making you feel intimidated.

“Nice to finally meet you. Mingyu has told me many things about you Darling” he says politely, taking your right hand to kiss the back of it. Laughing at his action, it makes you blush but you don't want Mingyu to see.

“Nice to meet you too sir” you reply back to him. His smile adorned his face making him more handsome and his glasses moving as his face scrunched. This is the first time you met Wonwoo and you can say he is very handsome, loving the way his glasses moved as he smiled making him look more adorable. You actually got on with him very well even though he is a quiet gentleman but he is very polite. You got to talk to him more when Mingyu went to the bathroom before they both started to play. He let you talk as he listened to the stories you were telling him.

Wonwoo was a good listener. He looked so interested in where you grew up and if you had any siblings, telling him everywhere about the area you grew up in. Letting out a “mhm” every once and a while to let you know he is still listening. You started to tell him about the one time at dance class when you were younger when you fell and hit your head off the mirror but before you could get to the end of the story that’s when Mingyu came back and he didn't look happy that you were laughing and smiling with Wonwoo.

You never noticed him at first. You were too busy telling Wonwoo what happened to look behind you to see Mingyu strutting down the path to meet back up with both of you. Getting to the end of the story leaving both of you in hysterics laughing. Your hand holding onto Wonwoo’s bicep for support to keep you up right as you tear up from laughing. That’s when Mingyu announced his presence behind you.

Jumping up in surprise as you don’t expect him to be behind you. Quickly removing your hand from his bicep and placing your hands in front of you while looking up to Mingyu locking eyes with him. Just the look Mingyu gives you is enough to know you are in trouble from him. His eyes flooded with jealousy as he watched you flirting with another man.

All he could think about is that it should be him you are flirting with and not his best friend. He doesn;t realise how jealous he actually is until his grip on his club tightens to the point his knuckles are white. He was trying his best to keep his calm to not flip out at you again knowing what happened the last time he did. He couldn’t even look Wonwoo in the eye, he just wanted to get the game started. MIngyu pulled you in by the waist to hold you close making sure Wonwoo was watching what he was doing. You were confused why Mingyu was acting like this but you weren’t complaining, loving the feeling of being so close to him.

During the practice game the boys occasionally talked to each other, letting out chuckles when one made a joke about each other. You stayed quiet the full time making sure not to press Mingyu’s buttons any more than you have already. Whenever it wasn’t his turn to take the shot MIngyu had his arm or hands on you in any way possible, never letting you out his sight. You started to get more flustered as the time went on trying your hardest not to look at all his defined muscles. But they were sitting perfectly in his shirt not to dream about him choking you with his thick biceps.

Daydreaming too much to click that he was shouting on you to sort out his clubs for him. He just laughed at your stupidness. You said your apologies as you rushed to do your job sorting your skirt as you bent down to pick up one of the golf balls that had fallen. The wind caught in your skirt when you bent down making you squeal but Mingyu ran to cover you up from behind. Letting out a gasp hoping he never heard as his groyne is pressed right against your ass feeling that he is hard. Getting up from the ground pressing your ass back further just to see what he would do. Feeling his big strong hand grip at your waist to stop you from moving you further.

Sorting yourself out as you stand out of the way of Mingyu’s shot thinking about what just happened, “Did he really have feelings for you now??” you think to yourself. The sound of the ball going into the hole snapping you out of your thoughts and then you take down the score. Moving hole to hole Mingyu had a tight grip of your hand making sure you don’t wander away and talk to Wonwoo again without him there watching over you two like a hawk. You can’t help but get flustered over how protective he is over you with other guys.

He was never as thankful for a game to finish before as he was now. Mingyu was so hard he couldn’t bear it any more. Walking back to the main building with his hand under your skirt squeezing your ass cheek. He was holding back groans when his fingers ghosted over your core feeling that you are wet for him and him only. Wonwoo was clueless about what was happening around him.

Mingyu said his goodbyes to Wonwoo and thanked him for coming while you stood next to him still thinking about what just happened. You still couldn’t believe you wanted more, your body calling out for his touch.

It was the same thing everyday with Mingyu but you both got closer as the days went on. Only thing is you both started to flirt with each other more and more. Everyone that sees these interactions is confused about your position now. Are you still his caddy? or are you his girlfriend?. You loved making all the old men at the club jealous, you have seen the looks they give you when you are hanging out with Mingyu. You couldn’t care less and just give them a look back.

Today you were one of the first people at the club getting to work early to prepare for going out on the green with Mingyu, smiling when he texts you saying he is nearly there. You get up from your seat in the cafe and then go and collect his clubs and sit on the bench waiting for him to arrive. Your heartbeat in your chest in anticipation. It was great not having the older ladies comment about you and Mingyu as you sat there, being surprised that they aren't accompanying their husbands today.

You fixed the hat that sat on your head to cover you from the beaming sun. One day at a game Mingyu gave you that hat to protect your head. He insisted that you took it from him and you have worn it ever since he gave it to you. If you wear it to work it makes him smile when he sees you wearing his hat always complimenting you. Fixing the sunglasses that were sliding down your nose, you look up from your spot and see Mingyu’s tall frame towering over you.

“Are we ready to go Princess? It’s only us out today” he says with a bright smile on his face. You jump up from your seat on the bench ready to obey any of his orders, you have even got his water bottle ready for him. He wrapped his strong arm around your waist making your heart jump as you realise what he is up to looking up to see the sly smirk on his face. His hand resting on your hip playing with the hem of your skirt, trying not to jump as his hands meet with your upper thigh.

Everything started off tame but as Mingyu was in between shots he would tell you to come over and ‘help’ him when he was practising his shots. Your body standing in front of him, he was pressed right up against your back, his arms snaking down your body. He even got you to place your hands on top of his on the club. The hand size difference really made itself known the moment Mingyu knew what he was doing to you. Feeling yourself get wet all because of him driving you crazy but you can’t fuck the guy you’re working for at your own place of work, can you?

You were used to his routine for now, all the clubs he likes for each type of shot learning how he takes them. He saw you looking as he was practising his swings calling you over so he could teach you.

"c'mon sweetie, let me teach you something" he suggest to you

You walk over to him and he moves out of the way for you to stand in front of him. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath down your neck. You couldn’t focus on what he was saying as he took control of your movements as he taught you how to swing. Feeling your heartbeat quicken in your chest, going light headed when he places his hands on your ass. You tried your best to pay attention to what he was saying but it was difficult.

He stepped away from you so you could take the net shot for him. Letting your breathing calm down before you hit the ball into the hole when it went in Mingyu had never felt this proud of you before. He ran up to you and lifted you by the waist and hoisted you over his shoulder running a victory lap. Kicking and hitting his back for him to let you down laughing as you tried to ask him but both of you couldn’t even form sentences.

You are both lucky no one else is there to witness your antics as they would try and get you fired from your job with Mingyu, the only good thing about early morning sessions. Going back to pick up his clubs to take them next to hole. Heaving the bag on your shoulder to throw in the back of the golf cart, then taking your seat in the driver's side, Mingyu follows you. The winds were calm only occasionally blowing, not even strong enough to mess your hair up.Mingyu could tell you were happy about that. That man knew every little quirk about you from the amount of time you both spend with each other. He was starting to fall for you, he couldn’t help the feelings he was starting to have for you.

It was a comfortable silence between you both, quietly driving as his hands rested on his lap watching over your beautiful face. Mingyu always caught himself staring at you when you weren’t looking, he was head over heels for you.

"You'll be at my tournament right? I can't play well if you're not there princess. You have to be there for me, pretty girl. We even have matching outfits for this weekend”" he asks you out of the blue. He needs you there for him in the final otherwise he won’t be able to cope.

He caught you off guard. You weren’t even paying attention till he started to speak. Your heart starts to beat faster again, the thought of matching outfits with him driving nuts. What if people realise what you are both up to? You were always in fear about losing this job, the one you loved more than anything. People are horrible in the media. You have seen all the articles they have written about you. “CADDY GETTING HANDSY WITH KIM MINGYU” “ARE THEY FALLING IN LOVE?” spending nights crying over them.

"You better be cheering for me okay? not anyone else, hm? remember.. you're mine" he said in a serious tone making you stop.

“I'll make sure I do……” you replied back with fear in your voice.

The atmosphere was tense from the sexual tension between both of you. It was hard to ignore it, especially with his hand half way up your thigh squeezing the flesh of your thigh in his large palm. Feeling yourself getting wet makes you even more embarrassed than you should be. Mingyu had this authority and power over you that you loved…..a little too much.

The warmth of his hand warming your upper thigh. His hand was that high he even started to play with the hem of your underwear just to get under your skin even more and get a reaction out of you. Hearing your heartbeat in your ears loving what he was doing to you just a little too much wanting him to do more. Looking over at the sight of Mingyu licking his lips locking eyes with you. You saw how dark they were compared to his regular puppy-like gaze. You caught a glimpse of him palming his cock before he swiftly moved his hand away.

Jumping out of the golf cart hoping no one that was there could see what happened. Both of you being lucky that you were far enough out no one could see anything. Mingyu took the opportunity for himself and decided on a personal teaching session for you. He decided to take this as an opportunity to teach you some of his skills. Collecting a club for yourself before walking over to T-off. You saw the way he was looking at you specifically when you were bent over he was imagining things he shouldn’t be about his caddy.

The wind catches your skirt at the perfect time as you go to pick up a ball that has fallen from his bag. You can feel Mingyu staring a hole in you from behind as he watches every move you make like a hawk. Mingyu was always making excuses to stand behind you and ‘help’ when you were taking shots just to have your ass against his hard cock. Two can play this game you think so when he was standing behind you that's when you bent over to ‘tie’ your lace. In reality it was to grind your ass back on him and make him a hot mess, more than he already is.

Smiling in victory when you hear him groan gripping onto your ass cheeks harsher. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The sunshine was starting to darken as clouds appeared in the sky looking dark and gloomy, the weather starting to change up feeling a spit on your arm. The rain started to pour down quicker than you could react, Mingyu taking you by your hand quickly picking up his clubs to throw in the back of the cart before jumping in hiding from the rain.

Both of you are in fits of laughter as you escape the rain. Both of you drenched from the weather outside of the cart. Mingyu motioned for you to sit on his lap, jumping over and into his lap. His thigh muscles flexed as you sat down on his thighs. Placing your arms around his neck expecting nothing from him but something inside of him snapped. Taking your chin in his hold and bringing you in for a kiss.

It feels like fireworks are going off in your mind, feeling Mingyu’s lips against yours. They were so soft, his kisses were gentle like his touch. His hat falling off his head and onto the grass beside you. Never wanting to break away from the kiss hoping it's not a dream. Mingyu was a gentleman you had to put his hands on your hips letting him know he could touch you. Smiling against each other's lips never wanting to break away from your lips, not wanting to end this moment. Your hands travel up the backside of his neck to grab at the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him in closer.

The first time you heard him groan into your mouth it sent shivers down your body. The gentleness of his lips getting more harsh the more desperate the both of you become with his hands clawing at your hips dragging you along his clothed length. Your moans have an effect on him as well but he never wanted to take it any further without your permission. Mingyu pulled away from your lips for a minute, you whine at the loss but he gives you a stern look as a warning to not do it again.

“Do you want me to go further, princess?”

Mingyu knew the effect that name had on you as he watched you wriggle in his lap. Shaking your head to tell him you want him to go further, rejoining your lips in a kiss. Gasping against his lips to the feeling of his hands grabbing your breasts through your rain soaked shirt. Mingyu could see the outline of the lace on your bra through your shirt driving him crazy. He lifted the shirt over your head to get rid of it as fast as he could. Mingyu let out a deep groan as he was met with your lace covered breasts.

His large hands went to play with the lace before he let his hands go and travel up your back to the clasp. Mingyu fumbled with the clasp but he undone it and then let the straps fall down your shoulders. He sat back where he was sitting to take in the sight of you on top of him with your bare chest exposed to him. He has been waiting what feels like years for this to happen. Mingyu licked his dry lips before grinding his hips up catching you off guard.

Mingyu was madly in love with you and now he was realising it as you were starting to make love with each other. He took everything at your pace not wanting to push you on in any way he constantly asks for your consent. Mingyu is a gentle giant with you, he always has been gentle in every way with you. His hands collide with your body again to trace his fingers lightly across your exposed chest and stomach.

"Mingyu, please..."

Crying out for him not noticing how bad you are falling for him. Your words have a major effect on him as he attaches his lips with your neck. Moving his lips all over your neck listening for reactions on what feels good. When Mingyu found your sensitive spot your hands buried themselves in his hair messing it up but you both couldn’t care. You both just wanted each other, exploring both of your bodies was the only thing on your minds.

“You don't know how long I've wanted to be with you"

Mingyu doesn’t realise what he is saying. He is too caught up in the moment, the statement catching you both off guard. Seeing the love in his puppy-like eyes, his lips swollen from kissing you. His hands trail over your pantie line, playing with the lace that trimmed the edges. Even though his hands were large he treated you like a value-less sculpture. Mingyu sat up straight making sure he pulled you closer so you can’t slip off his lap. A blush met your cheeks as he noticed the wet patch forming on your dainty underwear.

Mingyu asked you for permission to touch you down there and of course you said yes. He grunted as he licked his lips, he was having many thoughts about what he could do to you there and then. His hands were warm from being on your body for so long , his touch light as he didn’t want to scare you off. Your eye immediately close at the feeling of his touch relaxing as he takes control leaning into his touch.

His thick fingers find your clit and start to circle around slowly as he watches your reactions. You really were his princess at this moment. You let out a moan when his fingers rub against that spot you love most immediately feeling embarrassed about the noise you just let out for him feeling the dark red blush melt on your cheeks. Hearing him laugh at you makes it worse, you pout as you try to hide your face in his neck.

“Baby don’t hide from me. It’s not that embarrassing, you trust me right?”

Nodding when he was talking to you listening to every word he says. His free hand crept up your back to rub in between your shoulders to calm you down. Your breath was still ragged as you were leaning against his chest waiting for him to start touching you again, looking up into his eyes pulling the cutest puppy eyes begging him without words to touch you. When you looked up at him you felt his clothed cock twitch under you.

“Don’t worry about that darling, we will worry about that later.”

Your pussy was dripping for him when he started to touch you again, his fingers circling at your entrance getting you ready for his cock. He took his fingers and brought them to your mouth. You took his pointer and middle fingers in your mouth unconsciously, it never even registered that you did it. Mingyu was loving the sight in front of him. Licking around his fingers taking more and more of them down your throat until you were gagging on them and gasping for more. Mingyu took his fingers out of your mouth moving them down to your entrance gilding them in.

Tears immediately fall down your cheeks from the slight pain of his fingers stretching you open. You didn’t know what to do with your hands so you just gripped onto Mingyu’s shoulders digging your nails into them but he liked the pain. His fingers were that long they could hit the spots inside of you that you couldn’t have reached on your own. Your whole body jolted forward when he hit that spot inside of you. Mingyu repeatedly rubbed his fingers against that spot until your legs gave out.

“You want to continue, princess?”

Nodding your head yes immediately never wanting the pleasure was giving you to end. You could feel him reaching down to pull down his trousers and underwear letting your skirt cover the pornographic sight underneath you. His thick cock leaking pre-cum, the veins popping out his cock twitching every time you called out for him. Sitting back down on his lap feeling his cock poke at your entrance needing to be inside you but he never wanted to do anything without your permission.

“Take your time baby there is no rush”

You didn’t care at this time you just needed him in you and you could tell he wanted it as much as you. Locking your lips with his once again before he slowly entered you waiting for any small reaction. His cock slowly enters you while he first bunches up the fabric of your skirt at your hips. Biting on the side of his neck to hold your screams back from the pain from the stretch but that was slowly turning into pleasure. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head the more your body got used to the feeling of his cock.

“Doing so well for me baby”

Every bit of praise from him went to your cunt making you wetter than you already were. Slowly moving your hips against his and starting to bounce softly letting the moans drip out of your throat like sweet honey. His shirt got wet from the rain, sticking to the definition of every muscle in his torso making him look like a greek god there and then. Biting his lip as your cunt clenched around his cock every time he hit that gummy spot inside of you. The sound of the rain masking the sound of your hips bucking against his and the sound of your moans not letting anyone hear what you're doing.

"You're so beautiful"

“Doing such a good job for me”

These statements just encouraged you on more to make his brain numb fucking yourself on his cock depper and depper with every thrust. Mingyu didn’t mind how fast or slow you fucked him he just wanted you to enjoy yourself and make sure you are weak in the knees after. Mingyu’s hands stayed on your hips so he could pull you down his cock easier the closer he got. His lips find all the sweet spots on your neck marking them up making them dark so people could notice them.

Mingyu wanted this moment to last forever but that wasn't happening with both of you so close to your highs. Letting out groans when he hits the right spots inside of you making his eyes roll back. Bucking his hips up into your making you jump from the force clinging onto his strong chest for support. His shirt from the rain so you could hide your tears better as they rolled down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure.

“It’s okay baby I’ve got you, cum for me make yourself feel good for me baby”

Tightening your grip around his neck pulling on his hair as he takes control of the pace planting his feet down on the ground to fuck into you hard. You didn’t care if someone walked past the cart eight now you just wanted that sweet high both of you were chasing. Legs shaking moans overlapping with his as your hips met with his once more before your whole world went white for minutes.

Mingyu couldn’t believe the sight in front of him, he sees himself as the luckiest man on the planet right now. You were a sight to behold when you cum, you look so gorgeous to him he wants to hold this memory forever.

He isn’t going to forget it.

You were gasping for air when you came back to your senses. Mingyu found the sight of you moaning and cuming on his dick so beautiful that it tipped him over the edge. The sweat drips down his muscular body as he searches for oxygen with you. Looking into your eyes making sure he takes every little second of your first time together so he can remember it forever.

His large hands rubbing your back soothing you as you snuggle into his chest depper not caring that it's all sweaty you just wanted to be as close as you could to him. Mingyu was looking at you like a puppy that just met his owner for the first time ever. He was in shock. Brushing the hair away from your face making sure he can see that smile on your face letting him know you are still there with him.

“I love you, y/n…..”

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hopelessromantic423 · 1 year

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Same Time, Next Mission

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x agent!reader

Summary: You and Bucky keep running into each other during missions. What happens when a little flirting gets added into the mix?

Warning: teasing, flirting, fluff. No smut. Reader is kind of bad at their job. Time hops.

It was a normal mission. At least, it started off as a normal mission. You were currently situated on the left side of this huge warehouse where illegal weapons were being stored. Your task was to get a specific flash drive that held all the blueprints to these guns and lasers etc.

The room was in sight. A single small room with glass windows meant easy access. You heard your teammate whisper something into your earpiece which caught you off guard.

"What do you mean there’s a guy running around in blue spandex?" you whispered back in confusion.

Like clockwork, your eyes caught Steve Rogers running across the walkway from the other side of the facility. His shield caught the overhead lights beaming downward as he sprinted from one hiding place to the next. "Why is he here," you whispered to yourself while standing up from your hiding spot.

You mapped out your next move but you didn't go far when a loud thunk sound clamored behind you. Swiftly, you turned around to spot a man you had never seen before. He wasn't wearing the facilities uniform, so you took a wild guess and connected him to Captain America.

His blue eyes shot daggers into yours as you grabbed your knife from its holster. "Hey, buddy," was all you could speak before the man with short brunette hair started throwing punches at you. You huffed out an, "excuse me!" while continually fighting the mystery man. You couldn't lie, he was a damn good fighter. "I'm a good guy," you blurted out while dodging one of his knife jabs.

The man finally eased up and took a step back, still ready to pounce at any moment. "I work for SHIELD," you said as calmly as possible. It didn't go as planned when he rolled his eyes and went back to swinging.

"SHIELD is dead," he grunted out while gliding his leg behind you, kicking both of your legs from under you.

"No, it's not! Can we talk like normal people for five seconds," you negotiated while standing up from the cold metal floor. "Jeez, my ass hurts."

"Fine," he huffed, taking a step back and crossing his arms.

"Hi," you stated calmly. "I still work for Nick Fury, you know guy with one eye? Scary as hell?"

"Yea, yea. I know him. Keep talkin'," the man huffed again with a slight New York accent showing through his speech pattern. He looked so unamused, but it was better than dodging a solid metal arm for the next five minutes.

"Newly reformed SHIELD. Blah, blah, blah, you get the gist. I'm here to get info, not get in your way."

A look of frustration still covered the brunette's face as he stared at you like he was trying to read you like a newspaper. "How do I know you're not corrupt like the rest of them?" For the first time in the last ten minutes, his tone was a little softer and more humanistic. He actually wanted to know.

"You're with the Avengers mumbo jumbo," you questioned while sliding your knife back into its holster.

"Maybe," the brunette replied with crossed arms and a look that screamed, "yes but I'm not telling you".

"I used to work with your friend Sam, Air Force."

After one last exchange of glances, you brushed past the mystery man who had an amusing dumbfounded look on his face. "Nice to meet you too asshole," you murmured close enough so he could hear you and kept walking to finish your mission.

The next time you caught up with the mystery brunette was in Paris, France of all places. The city was absolutely beautiful, the only time it wasn't pleasant was when a familiar face made an unexpected cameo.

"Hey watch it!" Feeling a figure close behind you, you couldn't help but yelp while standing on the roof of a nearby pâtisserie. "You again," you sighed taking one glance at him and then turning back to your station.

"I believe it was an asshole to you, (Y/L/N)," the brunette said in a charming tone. You couldn't lie to yourself, your knees buckled slightly as he smiled at you.

Taking a few steps toward him, your hands found themselves fiddling with the straps on the chest of his suit. "You did your research, that's cute," you cooed in a teasing manner.

"Are you going to help or what?" The heavy rope you were currently trying to tie up to the building was giving you trouble and the help happened to be the charming man standing beside you. He jumped right into the action, knotting it in less than five seconds.

"Perfect, see you later James," you stated while using the rope to slide down to the second-floor balcony, leaving him dumbfounded with rosy cheeks.

You had done a little research of your own

The most recent time you had seen James "Bucky" Barnes, famed super soldier and the former assassin was at a gala in New York. Home turf.

Standing near the dance floor with a champagne flute in hand, you eyed the crowd looking for a specific mob boss that you needed to speak with privately. Everything was going smoothly, keyword: was.

"Would you like to dance agent," Barnes whispered right beside your ear with a smart-ass smirk on his face. His short hair was slicked back and he switched his navy leather suit for a sleek all-black tux for the night. He looked like a million bucks.

“We have to stop running into each other like this,” you chuckled while setting your drink down on a nearby table and allowing Bucky to guide you to the dance floor by the small of your back.

“Ditched the mission suit?”

“You could say that,” you murmured.

Bucky smirked, pulling you closer to him while swaying back and forth. His cheek brushed against yours as he whispered, “for a spy, you’re not very subtle (Y/N).”

You thought you had died and gone to heaven at that moment. Luckily, you stayed on your own two feet and continued eyeing the crowd from behind Bucky’s shoulder.

“When’s your next mission?” Bucky’s deep blue eyes found yours as he questioned.

“Why do you want to know? Planning to sabotage that one too?”

Bucky chuckled while spinning you away from him and back. “I was hoping to take you out on a real date. No bad guys or top secret weapons, just us.”

“I’d like that very much.” A smile plastered on your face as you glanced up at him. Your glance made its way to Bucky’s lips, hoping he’d take the hint. "You'll be the death of me won't you,” he smirked while leaning toward you.

Just as his lips brushed yours, he pulled away making you glance up in confusion. "I think I'll save that for later,” he smiled while wrapping his hand around your waist. You sighed while shaking your head, hoping that your rosy cheeks had disbanded at that point.

"Thanks for the dance, I've got eyes on the target,” you whispered pulling away from Bucky’s grasp. “Pick me up at 6 tomorrow night?"

"I don't know where you live,” Bucky mentioned trying to suppress his smile.

"You'll find it," you said fixing his tie so that it lay flat against his chest. "Good luck," you sang while turning to walk away. Your heels clicked as the distance between the two of you grew further, but you gave him one last glance only to see him staring at you still in awe.

Before Bucky could make the next move, Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers had made their way to each side of him. Sam gave his shoulder a shake just to make sure he was still mentally available.

"I've got a date tomorrow," Bucky said blatantly while turning to Sam.

"Really?" Steve's tone was surprised. "With who?"

"Agent (Y/L/N), from SHEILD."

"How did you manage that?" Sam looked utterly shocked.

"Should I back out?"

"No!" The two men screamed in unison as if the world was ending.

"I asked her out and she shot me down like no tomorrow. Tony couldn't even get her to look in his direction,” Steve mentioned, trying to save his ego.

"Did you trick her? Blackmail?" Sam’s tone was urgent as he questioned.

"No," Bucky chuckled defensively. His hand came up to his mouth to hide his smile. "We just kept running into each other. Maybe it was fate."

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fandomxpreferences · 1 year

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Your Girl?

Pairing: Rooster x female!reader, platonic!Jake x reader (feat Phoenix)

TW: violence, swearing, mentions of blood, a man being absolute worst (whats new)

Summary: Your boyfriend and best friend do not play when it comes to you and an asshole who can't take a hint find out the hard way. (based on this TikTok that @disturbedbeautywrites sent me)

Word Count:1.7k

A/N: PLEASE the cocky smile and spitting out blood?? I am mentally ill

You're out with your friends having the time of your life when things take a turn. You and Phoenix have had a bit too much to drink and a man locks onto your stumbling figure. You're just getting back from the restroom and trying to order a drink, waiting patiently for the bartender. You've strayed from the group and the man sees his window of opportunity.

He slides up behind you and presses into your back while caging you in with both his arms on the bar top. Even drunk, you're well aware of the situation you're in and your body stiffens. You feel his lips press to your ear and shiver. "Why don't we get out of here?" He asks and you press further into the counter trying to put as much distance as possible between the two of you.

You shake your head adamantly but don't face him. "No thank you." You slur and the man just laughs. "Come on baby, don't be like that." You frown at this and push your body back, taking him by surprise and throwing him off balance. You take the newfound space as your chance to escape and dart around the man to find your friends. Before you can get away, his hand wraps around your wrist and forces you to turn around and slam into him.

Phoenix is laughing and looking over the heads of fellow bar patrons trying to find you. She swore to Bradley and Jake she'd keep an eye on you and she intends to keep her promise. Her eyes skim over the man standing over you, but she doesn't have a good enough view to realize you're the one that he's cornering.

Her eyes bulge when she sees you try your best to get away only to be jerked back and she grabs her phone. She quickly finds Bradley's contact and dials the number, trying to make her way to you as she waits for him to answer.

Bradley is hanging out at Jake's house just a few minutes from the bar that you're at. He laughs when his phone rings and Phoenix's grinning face is staring back at him. It's only 10:30 and he always finds it funny that you can't pace your drinking. Jake looks at the phone and laughs with him, shaking his head.

Bradley answers and presses the phone to his ear. "Already need me to come get her?" He teases and Phoenix ignores his question. "There's some guy that grabbed her and-" she doesn't even finish her sentence before Bradley grabs his keys and rushes out the door. Jake follows immediately, barely getting in the truck before it speeds off.

The engine revs loudly as Bradley drives well over the speed limit. He puts his phone on speaker and hears the tail end of Phoenix saying "-off of her." Followed by a man's voice telling her to fuck off.

His foot presses further into the gas pedal and he's certain that if he gets pulled over he'll go to jail for reckless driving. He briefly considers slowing down when he hears your distressed voice in the background telling the man to let you go.

He shares a look with Jake as they listen to the altercation and his heart hammers in his chest. "Don't take your eyes off of her, Phoenix. We're almost there." Jake says, unsure if she can hear him at this point. Bradley's jaw ticks and he clenches his fist as he listens helplessly.

It only takes a couple more minutes for the two men to pull into the parking lot and the bronco skids to a stop outside the door. Bradley jumps out without bothering to shut his door or turn the truck off. He knows this isn't going to take long, especially with Jake there to help.

The door to the bar slams open and your boyfriend and best friend stalk in with murder in their eyes. They take a moment to scan the crowd and it doesn't take long for them to find you.

You're standing with a man's hand gripping your arm so hard that his fingertips are white and Phoenix is trying to pry him off of you. They stomp towards you as the man tries to drag you out of the bar despite your avid attempts to break free.

Phoenix locks eyes with Jake and he feels anger mixed with pain shoot through his chest at the sight of her so panicked. Her eyes are wild and for the first time since he's met her, she looks scared.

It only takes a few long strides before Bradley is in front of the three of you and ripping the man off of you. He stumbles back and your boyfriend steps in front of you to shield your body with his own. " What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He booms and the stranger scoffs.

"Chill, bro. I'm just trying to get my girl home." He explains and if Bradley was angry before, he's about to full-blown rage now. Jake grabs your arm and pulls you back to stand with Phoenix when he sees Bradley's eyes narrow and the vein in his neck pop out. Once you're safe, he rejoins Bradley and stands at his side.

"Your girl, huh?" Bradley gives the asshole a chance to come clean and walk away, but he doubles down. "Yea man. She's drunk and I'm trying to get her out of here safe." Bradley nods in understanding before glancing back at your terror-stricken face.

"She doesn't look very safe with you, bro." There's venom in his voice and you can tell the man who was harassing you is getting irritated. He tries to cover it up with a smile but it comes out as more of a snarl. "She just doesn't want to leave. You know how girls can be." He reasons and Bradley pulls his phone out.

"Yea, I do know how my girl can be, asshole. And I know for certain she wouldn't be going home with you." He says calmly as he shows the man his lock screen of the two of you. You see the man's face blanch as he realizes his fuck up and he tries to talk his way out of the grave he dug for himself.

"Look," he starts. "I don't want any problems." He throws his hands up and for a second it looks like Bradley might consider letting him walk away. He tsks and glances back at you one last time. "Too late." Before the other man can even process, Bradley's fist is connecting with his jaw and he staggers backward.

The man stands there stunned for a second with his hand on his face while staring at Bradley. Your boyfriend gives him an expectant look as his tongue darts out to wet his lips and the man lunges. Jake stays out of it, instead making sure you and Phoenix are out of harm's way and waiting on standby in case it gets out of hand.

The man lands a solid blow and Bradley spits blood out on the floor before smiling. Before you can blink they're in a fistfight, both trying to establish dominance. The man holds his own better than Bradley anticipated, but he's swinging wildly with no real technique.

Meanwhile, the pilot delivers a couple of carefully placed punches to the mans stomach and ribcage, causing him to double over. This goes on for a few minutes before Bradley gets fed up. He grabs a bottle off the counter and shouts for Jake to get you outside.

You protest and fight against Jake before he throws you over his shoulder and carries you toward the door with Phoenix following closely. You look up just in time to see Bradley smash the bottle against the man's head. You don't see what happens after that as Jake carries you to the Bronco and plops you down in the seat.

You're crying and shaking when Bradley walks out with blood running down his face a few seconds later. He jumps in the truck and speeds off without a word, not bothering to wait around for the cops that were most likely called.

It takes a few minutes to get back to Jake's and when he pulls into the driveway, he walks around to your side and lifts you out of your seat. He carries your trembling body into Jake's house and beelines for the bathroom. Once you're inside he sets you on the counter and shuts the door.

The second you're alone, you collapse into his strong arms and let out a wail. Bradley holds your head to his chest while the fear and adrenaline surge through your body, and keeps you there until you calm down.

After a few minutes, your cries turn to hiccups and he pulls back to look you over. His eyes land on the dark bruise in the shape of a hand on your arm and his heart feels like it's been ripped out of his chest.

He finishes his assessment before meeting your gaze. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asks and you almost start crying again at the tenderness in his voice. You shake your head and look up at him. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."

He reaches up to touch his eyebrow and looks at the blood on his hand. "I've had worse." He shrugs and you scoff. "Let me clean you up." You whisper but Bradley's hands keep you planted firmly in place.

"I'm fine, pretty girl. I'll get cleaned up in a bit. Let's get you home and in bed." He says with a smile and your heart flutters. Despite the fresh blood mixing with the dried crimson stains and the already forming bruises, he's still the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

You reach your hand up and gently run your fingers along a bruise on his jaw. "I won't be able to sleep until I know you're okay. Please?" You watch his resolve crumble and after a few seconds, he nods.

You jump down with a slight wobble from the alcohol still coursing through your veins and find a first aid kit under the sink. The next several minutes are spent disinfecting and bandaging the cuts on his eyebrow, cheekbone, and lip. Once you're satisfied, you lean up to kiss him gently.

"Take me to bed or lose me forever." You mumble against his lips and he smiles brightly despite the stinging sensation it causes. "Show me the way home, honey."

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shsl-fander · 1 year

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Blood Stained

Pairing: Logince and Moceit

Tw: Blood, fighting, yelling, bruises, swearing, threats, bullying, homophobia, hospital, Whump Roman

Au: Family/High School

Summary: Roman won't just watch around and let Logan get harrassed by this jerk at their school, but it backfires when hes caught in a severe fight and must be driven to the hospital. @spacedouterri @lavenderfoxboy

"Okay, let me get this straight," Janus hissed, hands gripping tight on his wheel. He drummed his hands against the leather, glaring to his side towards Roman. "My son, gets himself into a fist fight and I have to drive him to the hospital and all he cares about is missing his REHEARSAL?!" He scolds in disbelief.

Roman tapped his cheek, blood staining his fingers as he did so. He tilted his head up in an attempt to sway the dark, red blood dripping from his nose. "I would have called Dad if I knew you'd take me on a guilt trip," he mumbled.

Janus scoffed, shaking his head, "Roman!" he yelled, "You're lucky I agreed to pick you up, Patton would be freaking out on you just as much, he'd just be gentler," he corrects, rolling his eyes. "Care to tell me what happened? Either of you,"he prompts, raising an eyebrow.

Remus tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth, grinning ear to ear, "I have no fucking clue what happened, for once I'm innocent!" He leans forward, sticking his head between the two front seats. "Roman?" Remus's smile quickly fades upon looking at Roman, who's usual was charm seemed completely drained. "...Ro bro?"

Roman's gaze fell towards the window, watching as they sped past the surrounding cars. A breeze followed their car. "Some asshole was bothering Logan," he muttered, barely audible above a whisper.

"What was that?" Janus blinked, taking a sharp turn onto the hospital's street. Silence lingered in the car, Janus tuning the music off, the only sound being the faint shuffling of the car's wheels against the ground.

Janus sighed softly, "I'm only strict on you because I don't want you to be like how I was at your age," he explained. "I was an amazing kid, smart but got in alot of trouble. I didn't really know how to protest in a good way."

Janus placed his hand over his son's, lips quirking to force a somber smile,"We just want you to be safe. Both of you, " he insists. He perked up as his ring tone blared from his phone, his muscled tensed scrunching his shoulders close together. He exhaled, "It's just your dad, Remus can you talk to him and explain whats happening?" he asks, rubbing his temples.

Just A few hours prior, Roman found himself leaned against his locker, humming softly to himself while he waited for Logan to come over. He knew Logan had a free period and frankly Roman did not feel like going to biology, so he'd agreed to meet up with him for at least a few minutes.

Roman blinked, glancing down towards the clock again with a raised eyebrow. "That's weird, nerd is never late."

He instinctly reached for his phone in his pocket, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

Roman: Hey Specs you coming? Or Did you decide to completely ditch me wowww I can't believe this. 😭😞

He snickered to himself as he typed, though he couldn't ignore the worry welling up inside him.

Minutes began to pass, the worry growing inside Roman the longer he stood in the halls, gazing around to find Logan. This was EXTREMELY out of character for Logan. While Roman found the insistence to keep a schedule for literally everything (even hallway roaming)quite annoying, he certainly didn't enjoy when Logan wasn't being himself.

Suddenly, it felt as if time stood still, the silence lingering in surrounding air. It was quiet, an uncomfortable sense of quiet before a loud slam echoed through the halls. Roman felt his chest tighten, he jolted up, eyes growing wide. He bolted towards the direction of the noise, praying internally that Logan's sudden disappearance had nothing to do with this.

Roman froze infront of the door, gritting his teeth anxiously. "Come on Roman, you're a prince," he murmured under his breath. "You gotta find out whats going on."

He slowly creaked the door open ever so slightly,peering through the small crack. His breath hitched at the sight of the situation, exactly what he'd been dreading.

Logan was pressed up against the wall, his breathing heavy and quick paced. He gulped, swallowing the spit that was closing up his throat. "I mean what I said, you're a pathetic homophobe who can't even win a debate," he spat, "And your threats are only confirming your lack of intelligence."

The boy, who Roman couldn't seem to recognize at first, glared at Logan. He was grumbling something along the lines of killing him.

Roman pounced up, tossing the door open, thoughts spiralling around his head. Everything in his mind was so blurred, he knew whoever this kid was could probably beat the shit out of him, but he also knew he wanted to protect Logan more than anything else in the moment.

He rushed up behind him, tugging on his shirt an yanking him away from Logan. "Leave him alone," he growled. Once he was face to face with him, Roman was able to properly recognize him in under a second: Adam Dotson. His scraggy, short red hair along with piercing blue eyes were both easy to spot.

Adam cackled, "Oh look here! Your fairy boyfriend came along," he teased, shoving Roman backwards leaving him stumbling to catch himself. "The fuck are you doing here, Adelio?"

Roman narrowed his eyes,"Are you deaf? I said leave him alone, " he fumed, voice stern and low. He felt his heart pound against his chest, heart rate increasing rapidly. He stared ahead at Adam, watching him crack his knuckles and return his glare.

Adam rolled his eyes, kicking Roman in his shin, "You think I'm scared of you?" He scoffed, "Tell your gayass boytoy that he needs to fuck off on talking to me too," he retorted, watching Roman clasp onto his leg.

Roman gasped, foundering backwards once again. He inhaled, folding his hand into a fist and he swore his heart was beating so fast he could hear the thundering in his eardrums. Roman took a breath before stepping forward and swinging towards Adam, his knuckles grazed the side of his cheek.

Adam sucked in a breath, bracing against the impact of Roman's punch before swiftly punching him back, hitting him square in his nose.

A trail of blood trickled down Roman's face, and he winced squeezed his eyes closed for a moment. The pain shot through his entire face, burning against his nose.

"Roman!" Logan shrieked.

Roman spat out a chunk of blood, leaving his mouth with a copper tang taste. He ducked. Roman slammed his fist into Adam's stomach. His knuckles pulsed, yet he still kept hitting as much as he could.

Adam groaned, bending over with a heave. His vision began to blur, barely able to make out the tan arm lunging at him again. He stepped back, cracking his knuckles.

Roman lifted his hand to swing at Adam again before he felt a tight grip around his wrist. Hes swung to the side. Blood swishing around his ears. Roman inhales before pain stings against his face once again, spreading throughout his entire body. His head spun and before his senses regain control, he's slammed against the wall.

All Roman could grasp was the imense pain. His knees shook, wobbling underneath him. Another punch hitting him, faint yelling in the background. A swift knee to his stomach. He kicked at Adam in an attempt to push him away. The air around him felt scarce.

Roman rubbed his head, which was splitting with pain. He swallowed, taking another final swing at Adam before he stumbled back again. Roman blinked, the objects around him finally returning to sight.

"That all you got, Princey?" exasperated Adam, wiping the blood resting on his lips. He lunged forward, leaping towards him. He snarled, grabbing at him.

Roman reached forward to push Adam back. He held his arms up to frantically block his face from all of Adam's swings. He elbowed Adam in his side, the closest possible range without having to remove his defense. An ache in his arms, white hot with pain. An attempted punch towards Adam's face, eventually making contact with his shoulder instead.

The impact wouldn't stop, constant punches against his skin. Roman gasped for air, tensing all throughout his body. He grimaced, bracing for the impact of more burning sensations before Adam was suddenly flung off of him. Roman recoiled, bending over and trying not to throw up. The world around him began to spin, and he felt dizzier than he'd ever felt before. He collasped onto the floor, rest tugging at his eyelids. Blood splattered all over his face, bruises scattered on other parts of his body.

Logan frantically snatched Roman's bag as the teacher escorted Adam out of the room, scolding him as she did so. He searched through his emergency contacts before clicking one of Roman's dads' numbers, a complete gamble at whether he was calling Janus or Patton; though it really didn't matter. He just needed Roman to get help.

Logan ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head. He'd never intended to put Roman in a situation of harm this intense. He slowly approaced his boyfriend, eyes wide with concern. "Are you alright? Can you hear me?" He asks gently, Roman's phone vibrating in his hands.

Roman swallowed, he opened his mouth to speak but a bit of blood began to spill out."I'm sorry Specs," he wheezed. He felt a bit of the tension in his muscles fade as Logan pressed his hands on his wounds.

Roman held a tissue against his nose, bandages now plastered over his knuckles, chin, and parts of his jaw. He felt a lump tighten in his throat, a puddle underneath his eyes. Everything hurt possibly even more now that that fight had finished, adrenaline worn off.

"Wheres my baby boy?!" Patton sobbed, rushing into hospital room where Roman sat, frowningly deeply. "Oh Roman," he huffed, kneeling beside his bed. He softly cuped Roman's face, face worn with worry. "How are you doing?"

A miserable laugh escaped Roman, "Well the doctor said I most likely broke my nose," he answers, "So a prince is thriving," he sulked. "I think I hurt my jaw too, and my arms are all bruised."

Patton rubbed his leg, what looked to be the only part of Roman's body that wasn't covered in bandages. "Your dad told me what happened, or at least what you told him about what happened," he sighed, "But you're gonna be okay, I know it! You're my strong prince, always have been." He insisted, though that was partially to calm his own anxieties. The moment Remus called him from the car while Janus drove Roman to the hospital, he felt sick to his stomach.

Normally, that alone would help ease Roman's worries but right now he just felt even worse. If he was actually a strong prince he'd be able to properly defend his boyfriend, instead of losing miserably against Adam fucking Dotson. But Roman loved his parents, and he especially didn't want Patton to feel worse. So, he cracked a smile,nodding along. "Thanks Dad, I love you."

Patton remained kneeled next to his bed, "I love you too Ro, we all do," he exhaled, "None of us want you getting in fights and hurting yourself."

Roman's smile faltered for a moment, a frown tugging at his lips. The lump in his throat tightened, his voice quivering as he spoke. He shook his head, desperately trying to hold back tears. "Is Logan here?" he asks, he really wanted to talk to him now that he wasn't being punched in the face.

Patton glanced towards the door, "Yeah, yeah he's here kiddo. He drove himself here when he found out you were sent in," he confirms, his voice light and soft.

Roman gaze followed Patton's towards the door, where he could see through the window Remus, Janus, and Logan seated right outside,waiting. "Can you ask him to come in? I royally need to talk to him," he requests, rubbing the bandage sat on his chin.

Patton placed a kiss onto Roman's forehead, gently patting his head."Of course, I think I need to help your dad fill out paperwork anyway, " he watched Roman fidget with his bandages or press his hands against his wounds and he swore his heart shattered.

Logan slowly trotted into the room, creaking Roman's door open and gently closing it behind him. His eyes widened, darting to all of the bandages scattered around Roman, and if his body wasn't damaged it was likely covered by a dark, growing bruise.

Logan sighed softly, approaching him with caution. He cleared his throat, "Hi," he greets shyly.

Roman couldn't help but laugh, chuckling under his breath, "Greetings, Specs," he replies, setting the tissue down for a moment. Luckily the bleeding on his nose had begun to subside, but it was still broken. "Listen I'm sorry, I should have been able to protect you better than I did. I mean I'm your boyfriend and not only that but I hold myself like some sort of prince but I can't even win a fight," he rambled on, tears slowly began to fall as he spoke.

Roman sniffled, frantically shaking his head and wiping his eyes. They wouldn't subside though, streaming down his cheeks.

Logan's frown deepened, he grabbed Logan's hands, rubbing his thumb against Roman's hands. "Roman please," he reaches over with his free hand to wipe his tears. He shook his head, "Don't apologize, frankly I feel physical violence to be a rather immature and arrogant solution to conflict anyways," he began. Logan huffed, "Though you tend to he rather immature and arrogant at times so I suppose your disappointment makes sense," he admitted, gently moving his hand up to card through his hair.

"My point is, you didn't have to do that for me, and even though I know why you did, I'm not remotely upset you lost the fight," he assures the other. "I'm just upset that you got in a fight in the first place." Logan watched as Roman shifted uncomfortably.

"Not upset at you," Logan quickly clarified, "upset at the situation," the hand that still had Roman's placed inside it squeezed his hand, while the other was running his fingers through his hair. "I love you."

Roman swallowed, attempting to blink away his tears. "Not as much as I love you, Nerd," he cooes softly. "It's why I did this in the first place," he explained, "I couldn't just sit around and watch him do that to you! Thats like Flynn Ryder just watching mother gothel hurt Rapunzel!"

Logan snorted, shaking his head, "I am nothing like Rapunzel, Roman," he corrects, rolling his eyes.

Roman groaned, rubbing his temples, "Oh MY GOD Logan, you're gonna hurt my head more than Adam did," he exclaimed in disbelief, paired with a dramatic sigh. "You're so literal. It was a metphor, Einstein." Roman felt a smile tug on his lips, watching as Logan pursed his lips, fighting a soft giggle.

"What'd you even say to Adam anyway?" Roman asked after their laughter calmed. "Bruise his masculinity?"

Logan felt his face flush in embarrassment, "Well he was debating with his friend about the morality of gay people, saying it was gross and a sin," he exhaled in exasperation, "Or really just being homophobic in general, so I corrected him because things he was saying was genuinely incorrect and he started getting all defensive and so I told him he was a pathetic piece of shit," he admits, watching Roman's jaw drop.

"He then began to argue with me and I told him he was being a moron since he couldn't grasp basic concepts of sexual and romantic attraction. "

"Oh my stars Specs, that somehow made you even hotter. "

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fangirlwriting-stories · 1 year

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Early Shifts Are Best Followed By Cuddles

Summary: Virgil has to work the early shift, which would be ten times worse if he didn't have his boyfriends to pamper him afterwards, but he does.

Author’s Note: A Christmas gift fic for @ash-intheflames, because you deserve it. It is spontaneous, so it is short, but I hope you enjoy regardless!

...

Here’s the thing about dating Janus and Roman. It often results in Virgil getting the shit pampered out of him. Most of the time it makes him flustered and overwhelmed with stupidly warm feelings. They both know him too well to not know exactly what he wants, and they love to give it to him. What can he say, his boyfriends know exactly how to overwhelm him in the best way.

Today, however, he has been unfairly deprived of his boyfriends and forced to serve coffee to assholes.

He never likes the 5AM Saturday shift at the coffee shop where he works, and he likes it even less when he’s been up until 2AM the night before. He’s practically falling asleep standing up for most of it, and the customers yelling at him do not help matters.

He texts Roman and Janus half an hour from the end of his shift, because if he tries to drive home he’s definitely going to fall asleep at the wheel. They both arrive five minutes before he clocks out, and Virgil heads out to the car, throwing his hood up against the rain that started falling during his shift.

“Thank you,” he mutters, as he switches seats with Roman, who’s going to drive his car home.

“You’re most welcome, Stormcloud,” Roman says, kissing Virgil on the cheek. “I’ll see you both at home.”

Virgil sleeps on the way there, and Janus gently nudges him awake when they arrive.

“You want to head back inside and go to bed, darling?” Janus asks quietly.

Virgil pushes himself upward with a groan and shakes his head. “I’ve got pastry on me still,” he murmurs. “Gotta shower.”

“Alright,” Janus says with a sympathetic smile. “I’ll see you when you get out.”

Virgil has to force his eyes to stay open while he’s showering, and he keeps it cold just for the purpose of being able to turn around and get cold water on his face.

Janus has left a pair of his own pajamas on the counter when he gets out, the ones covered in snakes that he lets Virgil wear when he’s had an abysmal day. That doesn’t exactly apply today, but Virgil isn’t going to complain. The pajamas are soft and fuzzy, and they smell like Janus.

Roman is waiting outside the door when Virgil opens it, leaning against the other wall scrolling through his phone, wearing a pair of his own pajamas again.

He looks up with a smile when Virgil appears, and moves forward to scoop him up into a princess-style carry.

“Are you feeling better, my dark and stormy knight?” Roman asks, kissing him a couple times on his forehead and cheeks.

“Hmm,” Virgil replies leaning against Roman’s shoulder and closing his eyes in response.

Roman carries him back to their bedroom, where he sets Virgil down on the bed and Virgil opens his eyes long enough to see Janus there too, reading his latest philosophy book that Virgil can’t understand two sentences of in the chair by the window.

“Jan,” he grumbles, reaching out and making grabby hands, too sleepy to worry about how he looks while he does it. “I wan’ cuddles.”

“Oh do you now?” Janus says with a smile, setting the book down and moving over towards the bed. He seems to have expected this request, because he’s already wearing pajamas, and Roman climbs onto the bed on Virgil’s other side.

“Oh you bastards, you planned this didn’t you?” Virgil mutters, even as he leans into Roman’s side, too tired to really pretend to complain.

“Virgil,” Janus says as he climbs into the bed on Virgil’s other side. “Are you accusing us of coming up with a dastardly plan to get cuddles from our sleepy boyfriend? I can’t imagine you think us capable of such a thing.”

“Truly you think the worst of us,” Roman says, kissing the top of Virgil’s head before wrapping his arms gently around him. Janus tucks himself in on the other side and starts running his hand through Virgil’s hair.

“I hate you both,” Virgil mumbles, eyes slipping closed as he drifts back asleep.

“I love you too, darling.”

“Love you, Stormcloud. We’ll see you when you wake up.”

Virgil falls asleep to the sound of rain outside, tucked safely between his boyfriends’ arms.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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wine: ingredient 44 + sugar 7 + spice 12 for gojo satoru *slams table* thank you for feeding us kind maam

for sukirichi’s milestone event:

the meal order : 🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) your dinner has been served! also bruh LOL you’re a choso simp this is hilarious spspsps

— who are you to deny him when he only wants to worship you?

gojo satoru x fem! reader

contents/warnings: nsfw, slight angst, reader is hot girl shit, gojo long schlong, hate sex, car sex, spanking, riding gojo, slight angst, praising kink taken to a DIFFERENT LEVEL (i want to make people question the extent of their praising kink), body marking, rough sex lol it’s always rough in my stories, unedited

Your friends pushed you out of the club, all of you laughing, hands clutched around your waists as loud, drunken giggles fill in the night air. It was a wild night; your friends invited you to the club to take your mind off your stupid boyfriend. You thought you’d end up moping around, too much of a buzzkill to ever let loose because it wasn’t that easy to stop thinking about him, but even you were surprised when you started grinding with people on the dance floor just three drinks later.

The gals were more than delighted to see you enjoying your night, only dragging you out the club when you nearly shoved your tongue down another man’s throat.

Scratch that – your friends called you to hang out because you lied about having a shitty day at work. You’ve had your fair share of shitty days, but you were one of the most prominent lawyers in your firm, no one dared gave you a bad day. Your subordinates knew that if they even looked your way without your permission, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump paperwork on them, or assign them to the nastiest cases just to piss them off.

Yeah, you were sort of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

It took a lot to get where you were now. It wasn’t easy to be a woman in a male-dominated workplace and you were forced to strip your softness off, replacing it with hard armor and sharp tongue concealed under bold red lips, a tight pencil skirt that accentuated your curves, and a pair of black suede pumps.

You deserved all your success. You were smart, stunning, confident, powerful – so then why did you feel like shit around your shitty boyfriend?

The answer was loud and clear. It bothered you to no end that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret because his family was too different from yours, coming up with a shitty excuse that you were just “too different.” He never bothered explaining, and every time you confronted him about, he’d only wave his hand, distract you with those delicious and soft lips of his until you forget it over and over again.

You were okay with it at first. It wasn’t a really serious relationship; you only started dating him because you saw yourself a lot in him – confident, self-assured, maybe even a little cocky – plus, he was extremely attractive.

But the longer you spent time with him, you were beginning to fall in love.

Yes, you, the ice princess of one of the most respected law firms all over the city was beginning to soften up at a certain blue-eyed man who had magical hands.

But tonight – tonight you’d forget about him.

Your stomach was heavy with expensive liquor and you were nearly staggering on your knees, the only thing preventing you from falling were your more sober friends. The others were holding you close to keep you upright, while one of your friends moved to a quieter part of the block to call an Uber for you. Your friends were all happily married, some with children, so they couldn’t really stay out too late at night and chaperone you all the way back home.

You were well-aware you were being a bother, but fuck, couldn’t you lean on someone for just once? Sighing, you leaned closer to your warm friend, mumbling something about wanting to forget about everything you’ve been through.

“There, there,” she patted your head comfortingly, “You’ll be fine, babe, you’re a strong woman. I know you’ll get through this.”

“But I hate it,” you drunkenly admitted, lips trembling the more you thought about him, every stupid little thing about him – his soft white hair, those pretty blue eyes he always hid under shades even at night, his large, calloused hands that always felt so rough when keeping your legs open for him and you couldn’t even start talking about his cock, he was just so blessed and perfect in every little thing that you hated it. You hated him. “I don’t like this feeling,” you sniffled, “I feel like I’m being looked down on, that I’m being pushed to the side. I feel unimportant, like I’m not good enough.”

“Who said you aren’t?”

You froze in your friend’s arms, eyes meeting with those blue ones you could never get enough of. As if noticing your silence, your friend immediately covers you with her arm, glaring at your boyfriend. “Do we know you or something?”

“No,” Satoru replies coolly, brows furrowed in the state you were in. You turned away from him with a scoff, arms crossed on your chest. Why did he have to be here out of all places? Wasn’t he busy with work or whatever family shit he apparently couldn’t tell you about even though you’ve both been dating for a year and a half now? He just wasn’t giving you a break, and the hairs on your arm stood up when he said, “Not that you have to, but may I please drive Y/N home?”

“She’s not going anywhere—”

“She’s a friend of mine,” he insisted, turning to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You almost melted. Almost. “I need to talk to her about something.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, your friend’s arm latching onto yours. You could tell she was worried from the way her gaze darted back and forth between you two. Satoru was, after all, clearly uninvited, and he didn’t seem like your type either. You always insisted you preferred refined man, men like his friend Nanami Kento, but alas, you were stuck dating this one instead.

“It’s fine,” you told her with a fake smile, “I’ll call you later when I get home.”

You never got to call her – simply because you didn’t make it home. The moment Satoru closed the car doors behind you, you both got into a heated argument. Satoru hated silences and always made sure the car was filled with music, but this time, he didn’t notice there weren’t any songs when you opened your mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the anger and pent-up tension of not being able to hold him and kiss him in public like normal couples did, in addition to the fact Satoru never explained why he insisted on keeping you a secret – whatever it was, you just snapped.

“I don’t even understand why I’m still dating you!” you huffed, legs crossed on top of the other as you gazed out the window. Lips trembling, you tried so hard to not cry, especially not in front of the man who was breaking your heart. “This is hardly a relationship when I’m not free to call or text you as you please, when I can’t go out with you on dates and we’re always hanging in my apartment. I’m your girlfriend, Satoru, we’ve been together for a long time but I honestly don’t even feel like it. What the hell are we dating for then?”

Satoru clenched his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you,” he said coolly, acting unbothered and unaffected as ever, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise. “If that’s not enough—”

“Of course it’s not enough!”

“I’m trying here too, okay?” Satoru slammed on the brakes and parked on a desolated spot, hands running through his hair while he breathed heavily. Once he’d calmed down, he shook his head, refusing to look you in the eye like a man. “I’m trying my best. It’s just hard. It isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“What isn’t easy as it looks? Dating me? Letting the whole world know I’m yours?” when Satoru didn’t respond, you scoffed, patience running low and thin. “You’re pathetic, Satoru. Dating you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I thought I was a smart woman.”

With a shake of your head, you slung your purse over your shoulder and reached for the car door. You were about to leave when Satoru suddenly pulled you towards him, his lips slamming into yours. Like always, you fell into his trap, into the blissful pleasure that was his lips and his hands, and you hated it, hated him, hated him so fucking much because you were so tired of his entire existence.

You wanted to let him know he was insufferable.

You wanted him to feel the pain and misery he put you through.

“I fucking hate you,” you snarled as Satoru kept fucking into you, the entire car windows fogged and the vehicle shaking. “I wish I never met you, you asshole,” Satoru, displeased, only buries himself deeper into you, as if they would erase his mistakes and shortcomings.

Satoru’s large hands snake to your waist and onto your breasts, expertly tweaking them between his fingers. Your head fell back to the crook of his shoulder, your back pressed against his hard chest as Satoru trapped you in his strong arms, impaling you on his cock over and over again. “You’re lying,” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. His grip on your hip was bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. “Why would you hate me, sweet girl? Don’t I always make you feel good? Don’t I remind you enough that you’re the best fucking thing ever?”

You didn’t respond right away, your breath taken away with how you could never get enough of this, of him. He was right no matter how much you denied it. Despite being terrible in everything else, Satoru knew and respected you, even admired your dominance and intelligence when other men were intimidated by it.

No, he worshipped you. He made you feel like you were a divine goddess when he tugged at your hair to tilt your cheek to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste himself on his tongue from when you previously busted his nut with just your mouth.

Lipsticks smeared on his cheeks and crescent moons on his pale thigh from your nails, Satoru looked wonderful beneath you like this.

He was beautiful, so damn beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact he’d put you through hell these past few weeks.

No, it wasn’t just the past few weeks. Things were always complicated with him. He was perfect in everything else but when it came to you, he made it a mission to hide you and your relationship, changing your contact name to a totally random one “just in case.”

Your mind was confuzzled and you felt like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministrations and his confusing treatment over you. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back fervently with the intensity of your hatred over this man.

Your hand reached his to guide it to rub at your clit, and Satoru, eager to make you feel good as always, happily obliged. Satoru kept bouncing you on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words.

Him, only him, would ever have the ability to let the sharp-tongued and intelligent woman who never bat an eye in court lose her wide vocabulary, falling apart in his arms while his long length abused your puffy lips.

“You made me feel like shit,” you finally admitted, tugging at his hair until Satoru is lowly groaning at the slight sting. But did you care? Of course you didn’t. You wanted to hurt him too.

“How so, sweet girl?”

“I can never have you the way I want,” you answered through gritted teeth, moaning out when Satoru suddenly thrusted too deep, hitting your most sensitive spot that had you quivering in his hold. “You don’t—” you gasped, “You don’t understand what I feel, how you make me feel like I’m never good enough for you. That’s the reason why you don’t want anyone else knowing, right? ‘Cause I’m not good enough for you, never gonna be good—”

Satoru didn’t let you finish your words, shutting you up with his cock instead. The vehicle shook uncontrollably with your mating sessions, and Satoru silences you by pulling at your leg to press it on his chest instead.

The sudden switch in positions had your muscles tensing and stretching, adding only to both your pleasures with the new thrown in factor of slight pain. You felt Satoru kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost. You gave in, you gave up, head lolling back next to his loving lips that murmured sweet nothings.

“Not true, sweet girl,” he reminded you, flattening you on his cock and making you roll your hips while you slid up and down his pole sensually. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your pussy hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in easily allowed you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel even after such a long time of having him already.

“You’re the sexiest and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, the best, the absolute blessing of my life, and I just want to protect you, sweet girl. You’re too precious for me to lose,” Satoru kept mumbling over and over again.

You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Satoru’s hands were still curious, appreciative and gentle as he runs his hands, dipping into all your curves and pressing into your most sensitive spots the way you liked it.

“You’re always so good for me so no, sweet girl, never gonna let you go, not when you’re so perfect for me,” Satoru eased your worries – temporarily – with his words, and you’d believe his lie, you’d fall into the same mistakes over and over again because you were just that weak and powerless when it came to him. “You’re made just for me, sweet girl, you’re the prettiest and your pussy is the prettiest – I worship you, I adore you. You’re so divine.”

You blamed it all on your ego.

He praised you so well, made you feel so good and always placed you on top of the world when he’s inside you like this. Even if you knew he’d knock you down the pedestal just hours later, you opened your doors for him all over again.

Satoru knew this too, because he rammed inside your walls and ruined everything that you held firm beliefs in, his large hands smacking your ass to urge you to bounce on him like you weren’t made for any other purpose than to be the woman he adored.

You lied to yourself – you always did – but did you care? So what if you couldn’t be the one he really loved? What did it all matter when you were the one he worshipped?

For the sake of the praise and the compliments, you’d let him fuck you and play with your heart over and over again. It was a toxic routine you’d never get tired of, and you no longer complained, forgetting about everything he’d done and every heartbreak he caused you because he was there, whispering into your ears how good you made him feel and how you were the only one made to take him, and you didn’t care. Not anymore – not when you were worshipped.

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bimb0beee · 3 years

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hi :) i had a dream abt sero & here we are !!!

MDNI ‼️‼️

2.6k !!

sero x y/n

warnings: sero hanta. come eating? very small, sero is kinda mean, one mention of sir, fucking against a window, pet names? angel, princess, sweetheart & puppy. uhhhh idk what else to put 😵‍💫

i hope you like it 😪💕

There is nothing that pisses Sero off like rude reporters. Reporters, who he knows would never be able to do what he does. Most of the time he can keep his temper in control. Not today, though. It's been a very long day. All he wanted to do was get home to you. But his agency made him go to a press conference. The nerve of these people.

There’s blinding lights, flashes, and too many fucking people. He grins and takes it. It's part of the job. It's been a long day. It was almost over with; he was almost scot free. Then, some stupid asshole reporter had to open his mouth.

“Cellophane! Cellophane! So… you’re in the top 10. We all can recognize that. Although, what’s it like knowing you’ll never be at the top?” The nameless reporter has a smug look on his face. Sero is going to fix that.

“Well, um. Sir. It’s funny you have the audacity to ask me such a moronic question; we both know you would never have what it takes to be here, in my spot. I’m not doing this to be the top hero. I'm doing this because I care about my country. Why do I need to be at the top to do that? I can obviously tell you’re just envious you’ll never be at the top. Fucking beautiful women, miles above the city. A real pity it is to be you, isn’t it?”

Sero laughs hysterically off the stage and makes his way home to you.

You were watching Sero’s press conference biting your lip anxiously. You know how rough his day was and how bad he just wanted to come home. You knew the second that idiot opened his mouth, Sero was gonna stop caring about saving face. You were so embarrassed when Sero talking about fucking women; you knew he was implying you. One of his favorite things to do in his penthouse high above the city was fuck you against the large window. It was scary. It was exhilarating. He loved knowing he could ruin you and none of the little ants below would ever realize what he was doing. He fucking loved it.

You were more bashful about it, but he knows how much you liked the adrenaline of looking down while he abuses your cunt on his cock.

Your body is tingling with anticipation. You’re getting everything all tidy for him. You want to do whatever you can to make his mood lift, even if it is a little bit. His dinner is warm for him and get him a nice, cold beer in hopes it’ll wind him down.

You hear him grumbling when he stomps through the front door and he looks so angry, so irritated. Then he sees you, standing by the table with a nervous smile on your face and all that anger melts away.

He smiles and makes his way over to you, “Hi, sweetheart. Did you miss me?”

you lean up to kiss him and whisper into the kiss, “I always do, Hanta.”

He kisses you a few more times before he tickles your neck with his mouth and you can’t really help the elated giggles you let out.

“Go shower, Hanta. You smell like you’re covered in sweat. Your dinner and I will be waiting for you to come back!”

“Of course I smell like sweat. I am covered in sweat.”

He stalks off grumbling. All he wants to do is hold you and kiss you. He supposes a quick rinse won’t hurt. After all, making you pleased is one of his favorite things to do.

You’re fussing with your phone when he comes out, a cute little furrow on your brow. He hates it. He wants to get rid of it. He wraps his big arms around you and grunts in your ear, “What are you doing that has you so worked up, princess?”

You yelped and threw your phone when you felt his arms encircle you.

“N-nothing, Hanta. It's nothing…”

He quirks a perfectly sculpted brow at you. “Yeah? Then why did you throw your phone? Are you being… naughty, puppy?

Your insides are vibrating in anticipation. “No, no. Of course not, Hanta. Someone just sent me an article about that asshole at the press conference and I didn't want you to see…”

He tchs at you. “Enough of that shit, princess. I don't want to deal with any of that bullshit for the rest of the night. Alright? I’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow, at the agency. Right now the only thing I want is…”

He's attacking your neck with such an intense vigor you can’t help but moan out.

“B-but, Hanta… your food is getting cold!”

He licks a stripe up your neck before nipping at it; making you squeal in response.

“Actually, I have everything I need in my arms right now.

He manhandles you so your ass is directly on top of his hard cock, “This is the only thing I need tonight, puppy. Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes, yes sir. I'll be whatever you want me to be, Hanta.”

He groans at how good you are to him and presses your body down so he can watch himself rub his cock against your sweet, little ass.

“You look so good bent over like this for me, don’t you, princess?”

“Gimme more, Hanta. Please, missed you so much all day…”

He releases you from his hold and you're about to whine out for him to come back.

“Shut up. Go in the room and strip for me, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good, angel. Promise.”

You're dashing away from him before he can blink and he laughs loudly at your eagerness. You've always been such a good girl for him. It makes your heart beat faster hearing how happy you can make him just by listening to his instructions.

Sero waits a bit, smashes a bottle of water in the hopes it'll give you enough time to be stripped and waiting for him. He doesn't want to punish you tonight. Sometimes he enjoys it. But tonight, he just wants you to be his sweet, obedient little puppy. His cock throbs at the thought of you taking him like the good little bitch you are.

He slowly makes his trek to your shared bedroom, salivating at imagining what you look like waiting for him. It's even better than he could have hoped for. You're on your knees, in the middle of your bed wearing absolutely nothing with a sweet smile on your precious face.

“Baby… don’t you just look so pretty for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

God, he loves when you're like this. So sweet; so willing to please. To do whatever debauched thing he wants you to do.

“Come here, angel.”

You slowly remove yourself from the bed and walk so slowly over to him. Basking in the way his eyes trail all over your body.

He smirks devilishly down at you, “This all for me, puppy?”

You look away from his eyes with a sweet blush adoring your cheeks, “Of course, Hanta. It's only ever for you.”

“Place your hands against the window, sweetheart.”

You can’t do anything but obey. You're absolutely quivering in excitement. Sex with Sero is always such an exerience. He's always so good to you.

He drops to his knees and spreads your cheeks so he can see your cunt tighten around nothing.

“Wow, puppy. You're dripping. You're a nasty little thing, aren't you?”

There is no time for you to reply when you feel his face so close to your cunt. And he inhales. Fuck. its so embarassing but it always makes you so fucking wet.

He moves you up a little bit so you can feel his warm tongue on your clit.

He flicks his tongue on it before he's shoving it inside as far as he can get it. Just because he likes to feel you clench on it. He takes one of his fingers and starts softly rubbing your clit and the reaction is instant. You're clenching down so hard he thinks you're gonna trap his tongue inside you forever.

“M-more, Hanta. Give me more…”

Who is he to deny you when you're asking him so sweetly? He starts to rub figure 8’s onto your clit, putting only the slightest bit of extra pressure on it. It’s driving you insane. You want more.

“More, Hanta! Before I-”

And then he stops. Tears stream down your face when he moves away and you look down at him when you see the look on his face.

“What was that, puppy? Was that a threat? You're supposed to be my good girl, and here you are acting like a fucking brat. I was ready to devour your sweet cunt just the way you like it, but I guess I can't even do that. Such a shame.”

“W-wait, Hanta. I’m s-”

“Ah, ah, ah. Too late for apologies, sweetheart. I wanted to take my time, but I guess I'll just have to take what I want instead.”

Now, sometimes. You love when Hanta takes his time. When he builds you up, up, and up. And the other times, you love when he just takes what he wants with you. Does he make you come? Sure. but he makes himself come first. There is something so utterly, so undeniably sexy about your sweet, precious hero using you like a cock sleeve.

Youre dripping down your thighs, it’s a nasty mess and sero fucking loves it. He strips down to nothing and forces your body around so you're facing him. You look so cute and fucked out waiting for him to shove his fat cock in your pussy. You're biting your lip, looking at him up and down. Staring so longingly at his cock.

“What are you staring at my dick for? Acting like you don’t know I'm about to shove this whole thing inside you, huh, sweetheart?”

“You’re just so pretty, Hanta… I can't help myself sometimes.”

He chuckles at how cute you can be. Even when he's about to wreck your cunt.

Sero makes his way over to you; lightly grazing his hard cock around your soaking pussy lips.

“F-fuck, Hanta, you feel so good…”

“Yeah? Of course I do. It’s not about you right now though, is it, puppy?”

You blink up at him, unseeing. All you can think about is how nice his cock feels gliding against your pussy lips. He grabs one of your legs and puts it over his arm. You look so happy, so eager to please him it makes his tip drip with pre.

With no warning at all he slides his dick inside you as slowly as possible. You want him to shove it in rough, all at once. He knows this. Which is why he takes his sweet time. Watching your face twist in pleasure.

“Hanta, you're so big, please…”

“Can you shut up? For once?”

He grabs your other leg to go over his other arm and presses your back against the cold glass.

He’s unmoving. Feeling your cunt clench around him. Knowing how bad you want him to move. He doesn't give two fucks.

“I’m going to ruin you right here. Against this window. Above the world. This is my cunt, you know? I don't care how fast or hard you want me to go. I'm going to use you however I see fit. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, puppy.”

You clench down on him so tight he can’t help but let out a loud moan.

“You're disgusting, you know that? What kind of bitch gets off on the fact that she's about to be used like the whore she is. From a hero no less. You're nasty. Filthy.”

You whisper just loud enough for him to hear, “Of course I'm getting off to the fact that my hero wants to use my cunt.”

He slowly moves his hips, feeling the slick of your cunt. It glides so nicely around him he can’t help but fall in love with how good it feels.

“Such a nasty whore, taking my cock raw. You love it don’t you? Can you feel me, puppy? Can you feel me deep inside your guts?”

You can't think, you can't see. All you can do is focus on the feeling of him stretching you out to your limits. It feels so fucking good you might pass out.

You're drooling and he laughs at how fucked you look.

“I havent even done anything and youre dumb and drooling for it already? You're sick, puppy.”

He moves a little faster, and he can’t understand why it feels so good. Why does your cunt feel like heaven wrapped around him? He wants to obliterate your insides.

He walks you over to the bed without ever removing his cock from inside you. The way he is so strong that lifting you is nothing for him.

He throws you on the bed and you look up at him in confusion, wondering why his cock isnt nestled inside you.

He grabs you by the legs and yanks you over to him and enters you in one thrust.

He places your ankles on his shoulders and starts pounding you into the mattress.

He's moving in and out with such a brutal pace you're sure you're seeing stars.

“You love this don’t you? Love when I abuse your little cunt like nothing else matters? Love when I hit you so deep you can feel it in your throat.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Hanta. Love it so much, love your cock..”

“Yeah, puppy? Love when I fill you to the brim with my come, don't you? Want to be my little breeding bitch, don’t you princess?”

“Fuck, god, yes Hanta, please. Love feeling you come so deep inside me I cant even fucking reach it..”

“Yeah, princess? You love feeling it seep out of you, don’t you, angel?

You're sure you're trying to speak. It's coming out in garbled noise. He's hitting you so deep you're sure he's bruising your insides. It feels so good, his cock hits every spot it can. He's hitting your g spot with expert precision. You're clenching around him so tightly he’s sure he's going to burst at the seams.

He leans back to spit on your clit and starts rubbing it furiously.

“You gonna come for me, huh? Come on my cock like the good little bitch you are?”

You're about to moan out a yes, Hanta when he presses down just a little too hard on your clit and your eyes flash white. He keeps rubbing your it, keeps absolutely demolishing your cunt, extending your orgasm for as long as he can. He keeps going even after you're done, even after there are tears in your eyes telling him, “it’s too much, Hanta, too much” and he doesnt stop until he fills your cunt to the absolute brim with his come.

He collapses on top of you, completely exhausted from the day and his orgasm.

“Hanta,” you’re whining and smnacking him, “you’re heavy, get the fuck off before you kill me!”

He laughs at your indignant whining and slowly pulls out of you. He watches as you try to stop his come from seeping onto the bedsheets.

“Here, let me.”

And he pushes it all back inside you and grins wolfishly at the moan you let out.

“Hanta, please… let's go take a bath?”

He takes his fingers out of you and quirks an eyebrow at you waiting for you to open your mouth.

You do it obediently; sucking his come off of his fingers, making sure they're nice and clean like the good girl you are.

“Yeah, princess. We can do whatever you want.”

You smile so brightly at him, he's sure it rivals the stars.

“I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you more, princess.”

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heyyyharry · 3 years

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Deja Vu (part 2 of 'Drivers License')

(inspired by deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo)

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Read part 1 here

“What the fuck is this?”

Harry flinched as his girlfriend shoved the phone at him. He’d just got out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, but it wasn’t so out of the ordinary that she would start a fight first thing in the morning.

He sighed and gently pushed her phone away from his face. “Baby, if it’s another rumour about me cheating on you...I was with you this whole week!”

“No.” She lifted the phone up to his face again. “That girl just released another song about you.”

Even though Harry didn’t let it show, whenever he heard about Y/N, his heart would always skip a beat. He couldn’t remember exactly when the last time they’d spoken was, but he knew in his last message to her, he’d congratulated her on that new song about him. She’d never replied, and he’d taken it as the answer — they could never go back to the way it was.

It had broken his heart to listen to ‘drivers license’. Y/N had never been the kind of person to be vocal about her feelings. Or maybe she’d expressed it through actions instead of words, and he had been too nonchalant to see? He hadn’t meant to break her heart and leave her in the dust. After all, she used to be his best friend.

“Y/N’s a songwriter. She writes about her own experience the same way I do. Maybe that song is not even about me, babe,” he calmly told his girlfriend, who was standing in front of him with fresh tears in her eyes. He hated to see her cry, and he hated that this wasn’t the first time she’d done it because of him. He tried to reach for her but she stepped back, shaking her head.

“Listen to the song.”

“Baby.”

“Listen to the song,” his girlfriend repeated without looking at him. “Why are you so afraid?”

“I’m not.”

“Then listen to it and tell me it’s not about you, and that she’s not throwing shades at me. I’m so tired of this girl telling the world about how horrible we are as if you had even dated her in the first place—”

“Fine,” Harry exhaled sharply, his eyes pinched shut. He hated that when his girlfriend got mad, she would get so mean for no reason, and the last thing he wanted to hear right now was her insulting Y/N. He knew Y/N. She had always been respectful to his new relationship. However, he wasn’t in the position to tell his girlfriend how to feel about this situation. He knew it was all his fault, so he stayed quiet, took the phone from his girlfriend and sat down on the edge of the bed. His girlfriend stood with her back against the wall facing him, waiting for him to play the song so she could see his reaction to it.

“Go on,” she told him, her voice emotionless.

Harry looked at the song on Spotify. It was titled deja vu. He took a deep breath and one last look at his girlfriend before finding enough courage to press play.

Y/N’s previous song about him had been blasted in every shop he’d visited, all the time when he was filming, every time he was in the car, and now, the moment he heard her voice again, it really did feel like deja vu.

Car rides down Malibu

Strawberry ice cream

One spoon for two…

“Are we there yet?”

“No, stop being so impatient! Just keep on driving!” Y/N said and looked out of the window on the passenger side. The sun was going down, and the horizon was gradually turning the colour of an egg yolk. It was their last day in Miami. They had been filming for every day that week, and this was the only day they could spend just for themselves.

Harry stole a glance at Y/N and saw that she’d finished half the strawberry ice cream while bobbing her head to the song Uptown Girl on the radio. He frowned, making her laugh when she noticed.

“Open your mouth,” she said and fed him a spoon of ice cream.

“Ahh, brain freeze!”

“But it’s good, isn’t it?”

“So good.” Harry licked his lips. The face he made got Y/N laughing harder.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at a secluded beach. Y/N had found this place when she traveled to this city alone two summers ago and almost got lost.

Together, she and Harry carried their picnic things through a palm forest, and by the time they saw the ocean, the moon had made a fading presence on the pink Miami sky.

Y/N picked up her shoes and ran towards the waves, letting it chase her back into Harry’s arms and nearly knocking him over. Their laughter echoed in the wind as their shadows stretched out long and lanky on the empty beach. In that very moment, it felt to Harry as if they were the only people in this world, and he had a sense of peace that he might never be able to experience again.

“You don’t get to see this in the city,” Y/N said dreamily as she pulled Harry’s jacket tighter around herself. It was dark now, and the sky above them was full of stars. They sat shoulder to shoulder on a picnic blanket, listening to the whispers of the ocean and the wind. Harry used Y/N’s jacket as a blanket because it was too small for him to put on. They’d laughed for five minutes straight when she told him he looked like that monkey from Aladdin and took plenty of photos just to prove the point.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” he said, still looking at the sky.

“Me neither,” Y/N sighed, her shoulder brushing his. There was a pause, and he could feel her eyes on him, so he turned and saw her looking. “When I get home,” she said with a small smile that made her eyes sparkle, “I’ll learn to drive, and when we come to Miami next time, I can drive you to this beach.”

“I’d love that,” Harry said, then made her pink-promise him.

“They went to Miami last week.”

Y/N blinked. The beach and starry sky disappeared in a second, and she found herself once again standing in the fitting room with her stylist and best friend.

“What?” her best friend marched over to where she stood in front of the full-length mirror.

Her stylist was holding the phone up to show her the article. “Here. Harry took that actress to Miami last week.”

“Don’t show her these!” Y/N’s best friend grabbed the phone and put it on the vanity desk as she gestured to the stylist. “You do your work. Enough chit-chatting.”

“I took him there,” Y/N said. She didn’t even recognise her own voice at first because she was too in shock. She didn’t think Harry would do something like that. But let’s be honest -- how much did she really know about him?

It had been a few months since his last text to her, which she had ignored, and now her song had been overplayed, and nobody cared about the drama anymore. The whole world had moved on, and she had, too. Or so she’d thought. Now, seeing these pictures of him and his girlfriend on that Miami beach made Y/N feel betrayed.

“Asshole,” her best friend said and grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t worry baby. You’re prettier.”

Y/N worked up a smile and opened her mouth to say that she was fine, but then she heard someone call her name and turn around. They weren’t calling for her. Just a name similar to hers that had become an inside joke between her and her friends.

The moment she locked eyes with Harry’s girlfriend, her heart seemed to stop as she held her breath, her lips thinned as if to hold back a scream. She didn’t know the girl personally and had never run into her before today. How unfortunate that they had to be in the same room after Y/N had seen those Miami pics.

“What is she doing here?” Y/N’s best friend asked the stylist the question Y/N was too afraid to ask.

“Fitting for an event, I guess,” the stylist said.

Y/N told them to just ignore the others and mind their own business. The sooner they got the measurements, the faster she could leave. Or she could leave right now and come back another day, but that would make it look like the other girl’s presence was bothering her. They were both actresses, and so they would have to run into each other at some point. She must be professional about it. This was normal. Just act normal.

“He’s so unique,” Harry’s girlfriend said while laughing with her team. Y/N didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but apparently, the girl was making sure that Y/N heard her loud and clear. “We were watching reruns of Glee last night, and he even sang to me and told me he loved me inbetween the chorus and the verse. Don’t touch the jacket! It’s Harry’s and it’s Gucci. We exchange jackets sometimes. Isn’t that adorable?”

“Show off,” Y/N’s best friend scoffed while shaking her head.

Y/N didn’t say anything. In her mind, she agreed with her best friend for a second and immediately felt that she was being petty so she forced herself to just be nonchalant about it.

She could not. She could not ignore the fact that she’d been replaced as if she didn’t matter. Harry was doing all the things he used to do with her with his new girl. Even taken her to that Miami beach. Their place.

Y/N bit her lip and tried to hold back the half-formed tears in her eyes as the stylist went on talking about the fabric. She chose a random one just to get this over with.

“I hope that fucker gets deja vu.”

“What?” Y/N blinked at her best friend, who gave a mean shrug as she glared at the girl.

“He’s probably thinking of you while doing all that shit with her.”

Y/N pondered over it. Over and over. Even after the girlfriend’s laughter had faded down the hallway, and Y/N was also packing up to leave the studio. Her best friend’s words stayed with her as she got into the car and watched the street of London pass by her window.

That night, when she was alone in her living room with her piano. She sat down and started playing a few experimental chords. Then, she cried. Her tears blurred the handwritten lyrics on her notebook as she tried again.

“I have this idea,” she told her manager on the phone before sending the recording. It was three in the morning.

“Oh my god,” her manager exclaimed, sounding much more enthusiastic than he had when picking up her call. “This song...is so gonna win a Grammy!”

Y/N’s song had won a Grammy.

They had talked about it for so long. Harry had encouraged her to pursue a singing career, because she’d started out as an actress but was blessed with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

Ironic, wasn’t it? Now he was sitting at the front row and looking up at her as she received the award from an artist she looked up to, for the song written about him. She smiled at the crowd as the light shone on her and everyone was cheering because she deserved this. She said her thanks and expressed her gratitude to her family, her teams and her fans. She didn’t say his name. He hadn’t hoped that she would, because he knew there was no way his name would come with a positive message. So he was kind of glad she hadn’t mentioned him.

His girlfriend squeezed his arm as if she knew what he was thinking of. He smiled at his girlfriend. A smile of reassurance. They had put it behind them and promised to try again after all the fights about the song they were playing right now. Nothing would change after tonight. Because there was nothing Harry could change.

He caught Y/N’s eyes for one brief moment as she ascended the stage. Although he was sure he loved his girlfriend, there was something about that look that made him sad. Would he be happier to come here with Y/N tonight instead of his girlfriend? He wouldn’t know, because that would never happen. He didn’t even know if she still resented him, or if she was still the same person he remembered. A lot could change in a day let alone many months. And it was scary to think someone you used to know so much had become a complete stranger. The opposite of love wasn’t hate. It was indifference. And Harry felt it deeply as Y/N never paid him a second glance.

At the after-party, he worked up the courage to approach her when he found her standing alone texting on her phone.

“Hi. How are you?” he said.

Y/N looked at him as if she couldn’t understand English. If she ignored him and walked away, this would be the most humiliating moment of his life.

But no. She pressed her lips into a gentle smile and said, “I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.” He nodded, wanting to shake her hand, but his fingers stayed glued together behind his back. “Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you.” She picked up the glass of wine on the table beside them, and Harry knew he’d lost his chance of shaking her hand tonight. “Did you like the song?”

“Yeah. It was good,” he said, finding it difficult to hold eye contact with her. There was something new about her that unsettled him, and he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For speaking out about it.”

“Oh.” Y/N showed no emotion as she shrugged. “It’s alright. I only said the truth. The song was fictional, and I don’t want anyone to get hate for it.”

They both knew it wasn’t true, and he couldn’t tell her that his girlfriend had almost broken up with him for it. Even if he had told her that, he didn’t think Y/N would care. She didn’t look like the Y/N he knew anymore. Suddenly, he recalled that night on the beach, when she was still looking at him with feelings.

“Look, Y/N, I—”

Before he got a chance to form a proper thought for what he was going to say, his girlfriend, who was obviously drunk, shouted from somewhere behind him. “Babe, Jeff’s wearing a tiny jacket! He looks more like the monkey than you!”

Harry looked at Y/N. She held his gaze. The corners of her red lips quirked as she raised her glass. “Deja vu?”

Just like that, she left him standing there all by himself.

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novaviis · 3 years

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sick!dick au. Bruce's POV. read in order here.

For most everyone else, it starts at the Gala.

For Bruce, it starts in a grey little office, with a stack of papers and a glitter pen.

Dick will confess after the fact to the fainting spell in the apartment he shares with Wally, and the months of progressively worse migraines, including an incident on patrol with Jason – and Bruce is none-too-pleased with that information being kept silent, but he picks his battles and this isn’t one of them. Still, looking back nearly everyone will unanimously agree that the night it really “began” was the Gala.

For Bruce, it begins when the social worker hands him a creased manila envelope. Inside is a birth certificate, a social security number, and an immunization record. Bruce looks through the contents of the envelope. Is this really it? Yes, he’s never exactly done this before, but he feels like there should be more. Guardianship of a child shouldn’t be reduced to three pieces of flimsy paper in an envelope. There’s a coffee stain on the corner. The social worker doesn’t really know what to say to that; this is just the way it is. She slides the rest of the paperwork across the table. Everything’s already been looked over by his lawyers, all he needs to do is sign. She pats her pockets, muttering to herself before bringing out a red glitter pen and sheepishly offering it to him.

Bruce is in his twenties. He’s impulsive with his compassion and he just witnessed another little boy watching his parents die. He knows he can give this boy what he needs. Or he��s going to try. But between the drive to bring this boy’s family justice and the need to heal a part of himself in the process, he’s somehow skipped over just how huge this is. He’s thought about it, of course, but always with the under current of doing whatever it takes to make it work. He was going to give the boy a home, give him the closure that Bruce never got, and maybe he’d save him from turning out like… well, like Bruce. Only now he’s staring down at Guardianship written in big block letters across the top of the stack, and it’s sinking in now that he’s not just taking the boy in. He’s going to be his family. And it doesn’t change a thing, his resolve doesn’t waver, because he knows he can give him a good life, but it’s that one word. Family. His family is starting out with a coffee stain, a stack of papers, and a glitter pen.

He signs the papers. Dick is already waiting outside with Alfred, who’s taken him to the small cafeteria down the hall. The boy hasn’t spoken much, in the days Bruce has taken to get to know him. Bruce had asked Alfred if he was like that – after. And Alfred had looked at him sympathetically, answered carefully. Yes, he was, in a sense. Bruce had been quiet. Shellshocked. Traumatized. But Bruce needs to remember that he had him, at least one steady presence in his life. Dick has no one. It’s going to take time.

It shouldn’t be so easy, Bruce find himself thinking over and over as they finish up. He tucks everything away into his briefcase, bears with the social worker smiling and shaking his hand and thanking him for doing such a good deed as if this is a charity stunt for publicity and she doesn’t seem to care either way. He asks again, just before he closes his briefcase, if she’s sure that there’s nothing else he needs. Report cards, keepsakes, family medical history, he doesn’t know. She shakes her head, all pleasant smiles. No, that’s all he came with – as if he’s a shelter dog. Bruce latches his suitcase shut.

Back then, it was just a passing thought. He doesn’t spare it another over the years, because he doesn’t need to. Time went on, Dick becomes an inseparable part of his life. Bruce will always silently maintain that Dick was the one to save him in the end. He’s not a perfect guardian, not a perfect father, and he makes more mistakes than he can count. They argue, they have fallings out, and still they always work through it – because they’re family.

And the issue of the family medical history does not resurface until that champagne gold night. Until he catches Selena watching him from across the ballroom, smiling behind the rim of her wine glass and cocking her head to tease him. Until, he’s distracted between secretively searching the crowds for her and forcing himself to smile and laugh with Gotham’s elite, so he doesn’t notice the commotion rising up on the other side of the room. Until his youngest son comes racing toward him through the crowd looking more scared and shaken than Bruce has ever seen him. Until he breaks through the ring of bystanders and sees Dick passed out on the floor, Wally kneeling over him beside himself with panic. Until the ambulance and the fury of the waiting room (making a mental not to raise absolute hell with the Hospital’s board of directors) and the doctor pulling him to a side room, a little grey office, to ask the dreaded question. All at once, it comes back to that moment, and Bruce sighs, scrubs his palm over his tired eyes. No, he doesn’t have Dick’s family medical history. It doesn’t exist. Realistically, it isn’t Bruce’s fault, but that has never stopped him from shouldering blame.

Selena reaches out in the following days it ask in on how Dick’s doing. Bruce is cordial, tells her that her concern is appreciated but Dick seems to be doing fine. And on the other side of the phone, he can hear her moving around her penthouse, maybe standing at the window – she’s glad to hear it. Let her know if he needs anything, if she can do anything to help. It’s early days then, and none of them know just how bad it’s going to get.

It’s a slow progression at first, and then it’s not. It’s months between seizures, a steady increase in migraines – but life goes on. It’s not as if Bruce is hovering every Dick at every second. He’s a grown man now, with a career and a home and a partner. Bruce supports him in any way he can, until it gets to the point that he has to make the hard call. The argument he has with Dick that night, in the study of Wayne Manor, is something he’ll never wash from his memory. He’s used to making the tough decisions. He’ll be the asshole if he has to, he can handle Dick’s anger, but he’s not going to allow him to take this much risk into the field. Benching Nightwing until they have a handle on this is a necessary call, but Dick is stubborn (who on earth did he learn that from), and unwilling to step down so easily. And as the argument reaches its fever pitch, Bruce pacing and ranting, listing off his rational, he hears Dick call his name in a wavering voice and it cuts through the background noise. Dick, the colour drained from his face, eyes unfocused, conceding that he’s about to lose this argument, will haunt him in the same way as the worst things he’s seen in the life he’s chosen. That’s the moment he knows that this isn’t just going to pass, the moment he bolts to catch Dick before he can topple forward and hit his head. This isn’t something they can wait out. He’ll never regret making the call, but he will always regret the way he put the pressure on Dick, as if he’d just made things worse.

The thing is, this lasts years. It becomes a part of all their lives – because it’s Dick. It isn’t all consuming, it doesn’t eat away at their thoughts every minute of the day, but it’s a resurfacing concern that’s rarely spoken about aloud. And Bruce sees how this changes his family. No one can say that the Wayne clan is the most well adjusted and healthy family, but Bruce does his best. He realises and appreciates now more than ever just how much work Dick put into keeping them all functioning. Keeping them together. He never thought he’d taken it for granted until then. It shouldn’t have taken this to bring the family closer together, but it does, and as much as Bruce hates that, he’s not going to fight it.

Time goes on. Still. It’s a slow progression at first, and then it’s not. Bruce is in a meeting with his chief executive officers when his secretary buzzes in over the speaker saying there’s a call for him on the line. He thanks her for letting him know and tells her to take a message. She says the young man is telling her it’s an emergency. One of the CEOs is about to launch into a presentation and Bruce doesn’t spare him a second thought. Picks up the phone, pushes away from the board table, and paces to the window. Wally’s voice comes through saying his name, shaken and urgent, rambling out sentences too fast for Bruce to hear.

Wally. Slow down. What happened?

He stopped breathing. Fuck, Bruce, he called me at work – sounded like a seizure so I ran home, but he – it didn’t stop, he wasn’t breathing.

That first night, after Bruce has sent his reluctant children home with Alfred, it’s just him and Wally left with Dick. The end of visiting hours is fast approaching. Bruce steps out to let Wally have his time with Dick, allows him some privacy. He eventually makes his way up to the terrace balcony on the upper floors, a green space with massive glass walls and an open ceiling. Fresh air for the first time in hours does wonders.

Selena is there. She approaches him from the other side of a low hedge, bundled up in a cashmere sweater and scarf – ones he bought her ages ago. When he asks how she knew, she smiles. She has her ways. Tim called her, didn’t he. Yeah, he did. They stand in silence for a while, staring out at the mosaic of lights against the persistent dark of Gotham, before she puts a hand on his arm. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate, Bruce, she says, and the coy smile fades into sincerity. Come to me when you need to.

Three days after Dick is admitted to the ICU, Bruce calls Damian into the study. It’s late, they just got home from visiting an hour ago. They’ve been arguing a lot lately, before Dick went downhill. Mostly regular thirteen-year-old boy versus father arguing, but a few too many frustrated shouting matches in the Cave. Bruce can’t help but wonder if it’s in part because Dick hasn’t been there to act as a mediator. Still, the past few days have been quiet, if not tense. Damian complies when Bruce calls him down. He’s wearing a sweater he stole from Dick months ago, the bulk of it swallowing his smaller frame like a blanket. He has the sleeves rolled up, his hands in the front pocket, when he pauses in the doorway. Bruce gestures for him to sit across from him at the desk. He can see the way Damian is bracing himself for a lecture, wondering whatever it is he did wrong this time, as he takes his seat. Bruce, in his chair on the other side, watches him for a moment before deciding this won’t do. He stands, and pulls his chair next to Damian’s and pulls a file over from the other side of the desk.

Wayne Men are at a higher risk of Prostate Cancer as they get older. I get tested every few years. He tells him. My Mother’s side of the family, the Kanes, have a history of Crohn’s Disease. It’s prevalent in people of Ashkenazi Jewish decent. I’ve never had it, or had symptoms, so it’s unlikely that I passed it on to you, but not impossible. And when Damian stares back at him, he leans forward, presses his hand to his son’s shoulder. I want you to know these things, Damian. It’s important that you know your history.

And with any other child, it may have not been a good idea to have this conversation right then. Any other child may have been scared. But this is his son, and Damian is as frank and pragmatic about these things as he is, and Bruce knows that he will appreciate the honesty, knows that those questions have likely been rattling around in Damian’s head for a while now. They spend another hour that night talking about their family, beyond just medical history, and Bruce answers any questions Damian has.

Dick gets worse. Wally leaves to find answers. Bruce is doing everything he can; medical bills are nothing to him, he checks in on his children, calls in favours from the league to keep watch of Gotham when he’s needed at the hospital. It’s the most he’s ever relied on others in his entire life.

It’s just him in Dick’s room one night. He’s at the window when he hears Dick rasping his name. It’s been rare lately that he’s been coherent enough to really speak without being prompted, so he has Bruce’s full attention immediately. He crosses over to the bed, braces a hand over Dick’s. And Dick doesn’t say anything for a long while. His eyes are half closed. Bruce is close to assuming he’s fallen asleep, when Dick’s unsteady hand slides out from under his, and rests on top with a barely there squeeze. Dick is staring up at him. His voice his so quiet it’s almost drowned out by the monitors, but Bruce hears it.

Take care of Wally.

Bruce doesn’t waste time on don’t talk like that sentiments. He doesn’t tell Dick that he won’t need to, that he’ll be fine, because Bruce does not make promises he knows he cannot keep. He nods. He will. Dick doesn’t need to ask him to take care of the family, that much is an unspoken understanding, but if this is a piece of mind he can give Dick, it’s without hesitation.

He ends up at Selena’s door after visiting hours. She buzzes him in, and when she opens the penthouse door neither of them say a word. She guides him over to the couch, pours two glasses of good wine, and when she returns, he’s already got his face in his hand – not sobbing, not breaking down, just… exhausted. She isn’t sure Bruce knows how to break down anymore. In the end, she just sits with him. Rubs his back, tentatively at first, not sure if he’ll let her. Bruce not only does, but he shudders under her hand, allows himself to breathe with her, and it’s enough to let the pressure ease and the ache to come in. He allows himself feel to it.

Because that’s his son. That’s his first son. And he’s failed him.

Years from then, when this is all in the past, he’ll let it slip. It’s over a late night coffee with Dick in the Cave as they wrap up a case, near to the anniversary of the Dick’s surgery. Maybe it’s the string of late nights and no sleep wrecking his inhibition, maybe it’s something he needs to get off his chest. But Dick stares at him, goes quiet, sets down his coffee mug.

You did everything for me, Bruce. He says. You never failed me.

And, someday, Bruce will believe it.

#dickwally #batfam #sick!dick #I've wanted to do Bruce's POV for years and it just hit me in one sitting

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating J.D.

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous and @poruchik-logy)

(Sorry about the inactivity lately. With the holidays coming up, I’ve been a bit busy. Plus, I’ve written a post or two on my other blogs which means no post on this one. Anyways, hope you enjoy!)

- You meet J.D. when he transfers to your school. You’re in study hall when you just so happen to look up and make eye contact with the boy while glancing around the room.

- For the rest of the period, you feel like someone's watching you, and lo and behold, every time you sneak a glance his way, his eyes are on you. He doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he was looking, he just raises an eyebrow at you when you turn and meet his gaze.

- You spot him in the lunchroom later that day and ask your friends about him though they don’t have much information besides his name and where he moved from which they got from one of their teachers forcing him to introduce himself to the class. He was a mystery …and boy were you intrigued.

- You have your first conversation at the local Snappy Snack Shack. You’d just popped in to grab a little junk food, only to find him stalking through the store in his black trench coat. You figured you’d dance around each other until one of you left but before you knew it, he’d sauntered up to you and interjected that you looked familiar.

- Before you knew it, the two of you had introduced yourselves and began a sort of flirtatious conversation. He bought you a slushy and offered you a ride home on his bike which you coyly accepted after a moment of nervous hesitation.

- It was that same night that he returned to your house, rapping at your window and damn near giving you a heart attack. Even though it was terrifying at first, it was also sort of endearing and you soon found yourself joining him outside.

- Now, It’s your choice whether or not you sleep together that night. If you do then consider yourself kissed and claimed from then on. If you don’t, he’ll continue to show up at your house or hang around you at school until he gets what he wants. You.

- You suppose that your first date happened at the Snack Shack so from then on, the two of you were sort of seeing each other. Well, one of his favorite things to do with you is not be at home so the two of you were hanging out in an empty lot.

- The sun went down and you were sitting in the dark, the glow of the moon being the only thing lighting up your date. You were sitting down and he was lingering on his feet somewhere behind him, sorta pacing from what you could hear.

- He knelt down beside you and you turned your head to look at him, only to immediately get pulled into a kiss that all but had you melt into the floor. It was passionate and somewhat rough, exactly what you’d expect from him. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

- Well, he most certainly isn’t letting you go after that. I hope you like him babe because you’re not getting rid of him anytime soon.

- This man is fully willing to makeout with you in public. So yeah, there’s a lot of Pda.

- His hands are pretty much on you at all times.

- Pecks on the lips. He loves when you just give him a kiss for no reason at all.

- Rough, passionate kisses. He asserts his dominance by hooking his arms around you and pulling you into a searing kiss until you can’t breathe.

- He definitely calls you “woman” and a ton of other pet names ranging from cute to just plain annoying.

- He never would have imagined a girl like you would actually put up with him for so long …but boy is he thankful you have.

- He’s a little shit and that’s just something you’ll have to live with. He’s blunt, conniving and sarcastic, but he does care about you.

- He pretends like he doesn’t give a shit a lot of the time but he does, more than he cares to admit.

- Surprisingly enough, JD actually really likes cuddling. You’ll usually lay with your legs intertwined and your head resting against his chest while he wraps his arms tight around you.

- Jason's father sort of ignores him, they aren’t very close and certainly not close enough to be sharing affection besides; maybe, a pat on he back or something similar. So he craves attention and affection.

- He yearns for you to touch and love him but he doesn’t know how to tell you that he wants you to suffocate him with your own body. He’ll just try to repeat whatever it is he did to make you touch him or touch you until you do something to him.

- Hugs from behind.

- Husky whispers in your ear. He does it on purpose because he knows what it does to you.

- Motorcycle rides.

- Trying to get him to quit smoking. It never actually works but he; somewhat, tries to cut down on it for your sake. He thinks the fact that you care is sorta amusing.

- Cutting class together.

- Going shooting with him. The beer bottles and porcelain plates kind of shooting, not the Ram and Kurt kind of shooting.

- Dark humor. Although, sometimes you genuinely don’t know if he’s joking or not.

- He can always seem to make you laugh, even if it makes you feel guilty to laugh at some off the stuff he says.

- Hearing an alarming amount of gun and bomb facts.

- Going to Snappys Snack Shack with him.

- Junk food binges.

- He’s kind of a stalker if I’m being honest. He follows you around without you knowing, finds out everything he can about you, etc. You’re sort of like an obsession of his and that can be good or bad depending on the situation and to what extent you know about his feelings.

- He knows practically everything about you, ranging from your birthday to where you are at pretty much any given time.

- He’s not too great at all that lovey dovey shit but he tries. It might take him a little while to get the hang of it but he eventually will.

- Getting him to play the sax for you.

- Having his hand on your thigh whenever he’s driving.

- Making out.

- Hickeys.

- He likes when you wear his clothes, it’s like marking his territory without getting in trouble for making your neck different colors.

- Listening to morbid music.

- Deep existential conversations. What else do you talk about with your girlfriend besides the meaning of life and why society will ultimately cave in and destroy itself in a violent revolt?

- Late night phone calls from him. Be prepared to rush to your landline at three a.m. so that you don’t wake up your parents. You can’t even really be mad at him because he’ll just immediately launch into either a spiel about how he missed you or ask what your opinion on Manchurian candidates are; successfully silencing you in bewilderment.

- Getting random knocks at your window whenever he decides he just has to see you.

- Your parents either love or hate him, there is no inbetween. He’s generally pretty good at playing the role of the upstanding young man who cares a lot about their daughter; that parts real of course, but occasionally a parent will just get a bad vibe from him and his charade; though convincing, just won’t work on them.

- If that’s the case with your parents then you’ll sort of be forced to sneak out if you want to see him, which he’s particularly good at helping you do.

- Getting kept away from his father. He tries to keep your interactions to a minimum, especially if you have a much different personality than to the man.

- Incredibly jealous though he’ll always try to hide just how upset whatever situation you’re in makes him. He makes jokes and “forgets about it” as soon as you join his side, convincingly acting like nothing happened or that he saw nothing wrong with it but staying up the rest of the night wondering what he can do about it.

- Possessive. You’re each others, aren’t you? He’s yours and you’re his. Everybody belongs to someone and the two of you belong to one another.

- Is he protective? What do you think? If you ever complain about a person bothering you, he’ll almost immediately ask if you want him to kill them. You think it’s a joke. It’s not.

- Although it may seem like he does things just for his own benefit, he would genuinely do anything you ask of him. Sometimes he’ll surprise you with the lengths that he goes to make your life easier and happier.

- He’s hot tempered and kind of an asshole so the two of you are; most likely, almost constantly fighting. You’ll usually be yelling at each other or arguing passionately which is a problem because he thinks you’re hot when you’re angry. He’ll usually wind up trying to kiss you which succeeds in making things worse and having you give him the silent treatment/break up.

- He tries his best to give you your space but the instant you want him back, he’s all over you. He usually never actually apologizes but he doesn’t force you to when you’re in the wrong either so you suppose it’s fair.

- I love you’s are few and far between. He doesn’t really want to make himself seem too vulnerable so you only get them on rare occasions.

- The two of you tend to not talk about the future. He wants to be with you forever; which is obvious, and he wants you to be his; which is also obvious. But you don’t know if you’re entirely sure you can handle him. So, you try to just enjoy the time you’re spending together and not think about how things may end.

- You’re either the Bonnie to his Clyde or his blissfully unaware darling. Pick your poison.

#heathers headcanon #heathers headcanons #heathers imagine #jason dean imagine #jason dean headcanon #jason dean x reader #jason dean headcanons #jd imagine #jd headcanons #JD headcanon #jd x reader #80s movie imagine #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon

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celestial-kit · 3 years

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August

Inspired by August by Taylor Swift. All characters are 18+.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x reader

Warnings: NSFW, minors dni, angst, cheating, loss of virginity, dry humping, Tsukishima is kind of an asshole in this, I don’t know how to write endings

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You never expected your summer to end in heartbreak. You had every intention to have a fun, harmless summer with your friends, but now you’re here, a boy that will most certainly hurt you, a boy that you are in love with, and you know that there isn’t another ending to this story.

You first saw Tsukishima Kei in your dad’s lab, bent over a microscope, examining some sort of sample. The lab is on the edge of the water in your little beach town. Apparently, there was a rare microorganism discovered in the coral reefs, so the lab got a grant to expand their operation and study the small creatures. Tsukishima was hired as an intern for the summer to help with the project, and you were immediately captivated by him. His blonde hair, golden eyes, broad shoulders, sharp cheekbones, everything about him created a thirst in you that you needed to quench.

You quickly reached out to make a connection, learning that he was a biology major at a school in Sendai City and moved to your little town for the summer for this internship. While you did your best to flirt with him, his phone lit up with a text and you caught a glance of his lock screen. It was a picture of him and a girl. You paused mid joke to ask, “Is that your girlfriend?”

He didn’t look at you as he replied to the text and said, “Yeah.”

You could feel your heart start to crack, disappointed by the discovery, but you still found yourself gravitating towards him over the coming weeks, going out of your way to talk to him, spend time with him, doing anything to get closer to him.

One afternoon you were driving your car through town on your way to the local ice cream shop when you saw Tsukishima walking on the sidewalk, his headphones over his ears, hands in his pockets, and his head tilted toward the sky, presumably admiring the clear sky.

You skidded to a stop next him, rolling your window down and pushing your sunglasses down your nose to look him in the eyes. He stopped strolling, surprised, and pulled his headphones down to hear what you had to say.

“Get in the car,” you smiled sweetly at him. You knew it was wrong to continue to pursue this, you knew he had a girlfriend, you knew it would hurt when you had to let him go, but part of you hoped that you could have him, keep him.

He didn’t reject you, but rather gave you a smirk as he rounded your car, getting in your passenger seat. You laughed giddily as you continued your drive to the ice cream shop. After getting your ice cream, you sat on a bench overlooking the beach, appreciating the way the waves crashed on the shoreline. As you talked to each other, you found yourself becoming mesmerized by him. Watching him as his lips curved in a smile from a fond memory, his eyes lighting up as he let out a soft chuckle as he reminisced.

He looked down at you after a minute and said, “Your ice cream is melting.” And sure enough, it was. The creamy vanilla had started to drip down the cone in your hand, down your fingers and hand, and you exclaimed with a quiet, “Oh!” as you searched for a napkin to clean yourself up. Before you could find one, you felt Tsukishima grab your arm to bring your hand up to his mouth and used his tongue to clean the sticky cream of your hand. He made eye contact with you as he made long swipes up your hand with his tongue. You couldn’t stop your breath from hitching in your throat and your heart from pounding in your chest.

When he had cleaned up most of your mess, he stood up, a soft blush painting his cheeks as he said, “I should go.” Then he started walking away. You put a hand out, getting ready to stop him, tell him to wait, but he turned around to look at you and said, “I’ll see you later.”

You found yourself making plans around him, waiting for him to be free so you could see him again, even canceling plans that you had been looking forward to in case he called you. One Saturday afternoon, Tsukishima texted you, “Meet me behind the mall.” So you got in your car and met him behind the cookie shop that was attached to the mall. The parking lot was empty as he climbed into your passenger seat, and you looked at him expectantly.

“Where do you want to go?” you ask, trying to quell any hope in your heart as you waited for his reply.

“Nowhere,” he replied, and then leaned across your console to grab your face and pull your lips to his. Your heart started to pound again, you could feel the beat of it in your ears, and even though you knew you should stop him, tell him that it was wrong, you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You were so happy that he wanted you, so you let him kiss you.

He pressed his tongue into your mouth, massaging your own and making you whine into the kiss. His other hand moved to your hip, grabbing and squeezing you over your skirt as he tried to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. When he pulled away, he reached under his seat to push it as far back as it could go, then he looked at you and said, “Come here.” His voice was gravelly and he looked at you in a way that made heat pool in your stomach and wetness seep into your panties. You scrambled over the console, climbing into his lap as he grabbed your hips as he seated you on top of his hard cock through his pants.

You gasp at the contact, not expecting to feel him in that way, but still finding yourself trembling at the feeling as he dragged your clothed cunt against the front of his pants. He brought your lips down to his and continued to kiss you while thrusting up against your heat, making you mewl and gasp and pant against his lips.

You hadn’t told him you were a virgin, never finding someone until this moment who you were interested in doing this with. But now as you feel pleasure rack across your body, you think that you wouldn’t mind giving it to him.

He leaned his head back, resting on the back of his seat as he watched you grind yourself down on him, chasing a high that you had never felt before. You gripped his shoulders tightly as you pressed down harder, faster until you felt your mind being taken over by static, your mouth dropping open as you spasmed against his chest and he continued to thrust against you until he stopped with a grunt.

You both breathed heavily as you rested your head on his chest, looking down to find that your skirt had hiked up from him grabbing your ass and moving you along his length, your panties completely exposed to him and anyone that might walk by the car. You could see your slick had dripped down your thighs and onto the front of his pants, and there was a distinct wet spot where Tsukishima had finished.

“You made a mess,” Tsukishima said darkly, as you examined the scene. You looked at him, your face beating red from embarrassment, unsure how to take his comment.

“I’m sorry,” you dipped your head, trying to avoid his gaze.

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him and said, “Don’t be.” Then he was kissing you again with your head feeling light and your heart feeling full.

After that moment, you spent the rest of the summer waiting for his call, meeting him privately, and touching each other, despite the guilt that you felt after each interaction. One night, he asked you to go see a movie, and he fingered you in the back of the dark moving theatre, one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he whispered in your ear about how you were a dirty girl. Another day, you met him under the pier on the beach, laying out a blanket to have a picnic and you ended up giving him a blowjob, choking as he pushed your head down on his cock and wincing when he came down your throat.

Each interaction made you feel sorry for his girlfriend, but they also made you fall harder for him, and you never wanted to let him go.

Now, you find yourself with one week left of summer, in his makeshift apartment, laying on blankets in his living room while the tv plays a movie that is long forgotten. Tsukishima has his fingers inside you, rubbing against your walls and making you see stars. You’re crying out for him as you lay naked underneath him, and he hovers over you with a smirk.

“Kei, please, Kei! I need you,” you whine. You know this is your last chance to be with him, he was leaving in just a few days to go back to school, and he would be busy with the lab right up until he left.

He shoves his fingers harder inside you, making you cry out again, and says, “Are you sure?”

You nod, sure that you want him, that you need him, but you also say, “I’ve never…” trailing off, unsure how to explain that he’ll be your first. He leans down, softly kissing your lips and shushing you, pulling his fingers out of your cunt to rub gentle circles on your clit.

“I know,” he whispers. “We’ll go slow.” Then he’s kissing you while your pushing his shirt off his shoulders, feeling the lean muscles of his chest and down his abdomen until you reach his pants. With shaky hands, you undo the button and he pushes them down his legs with his underwear, letting his hard length spring free. You reach down to give him a few pumps, feeling the weight of him in your hands as you shiver at the thought of him filling you up.

He pulls a condom out of his packet and starts rolling it down his length, then he’s lining himself up with your entrance while his forearms brace themselves next to your head. He looks down into your eyes before asking, “Are you sure?”

When you nod, he starts pushing in, slowly filling you up as you gasp and tears well in your eyes. The stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before, and it’s uncomfortable, it even hurts a little, but it also amazes you that you are so close to Tsukishima. You can see the blissed out look on his face as he continues to push in until he’s bottomed out and his balls are pressed snuggly against you, and it makes you want to keep going.

He holds himself there to give you time to adjust to the new pressure inside you, and you can feel the tears start to pour down your cheeks as you reach up to fist your hands in his hair and whisper, “I love you.”

At this, he drops his head to the crook of your neck and sighs your name, gently kissing and nipping at your neck as he pulls out and gently pushes back in. You’re acutely aware of the fact that he didn’t return your sentiment, that he may not love you back, but at this moment you don’t know if you care because he is inside you and the feeling of him dragging along your walls makes you cry out and hold onto him tighter.

He continues to push into you at this slow pace, and you continue to cry as he reaches down to rub circles into your clit, trying to get you to reach your peak before him. You end up cumming together, a watery sob leaving your lips as pleasure rocks through you and you realize that this moment with him is over.

Tsukishima stays on top of you for a few more moments before he pulls his softening length from you and stands to discard the used condom and clean himself up. You use one of the blankets that you’re laying on to wrap yourself up, feeling vulnerable and exposed as you watch him walk around his apartment and get dressed. You used the edges of the blanket to wipe the tears from your face and you sniffle a little when you ask, “Will you call me? When you’re back at school?”

Tsukishima pauses his search for a clean shirt to look over his shoulder at you, giving you a sympathetic smile and saying “Of course” before continuing his search. You snuggle deeper into the blanket that you’ve cocooned yourself in as you feel a weight in your heart that you knew would come at the end of this.

When Tsukishima left, he gave you a hug and kissed your cheek, telling you that he would call you when he got the chance. True to his word, he did call you. He told you he missed you, asked you what you were wearing, requested you send him pictures. You always complied because you loved him, and you wanted him to want you. Sometimes late at night, he would call and whisper into your ear about how he needed you, and he would tell you how to touch yourself as he jacked off on the other end.

Eventually though, the phone calls became shorter and the time between calls got longer. He stopped calling you late at night, stopped telling you that he missed you, and you could tell that he was ready for it to end. You cried when you knew it was over, even though he didn’t say it, you could tell by the way he said goodbye at the end of a call that he would not call again.

You hoped that he knew that you loved him, that he brought you something you didn’t know existed and he will forever live in your heart. You hoped that he found happiness, that his girlfriend gave him everything you did and more, and you hoped that one day, even if it was far in the future, that he would come back to your open arms, despite the fact that he broke your heart.

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