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akariarda · 1 month

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Will you ever stop breaking my heart ,all over and over again...

EPISODE 7

Ep6 Misako has an unexpected guest, Garmadon thinks he has found a solution to end the rebels,in the lead with Lloyd.

"Rule with me, and Lloyd can be there if he listens."

When she heard those words, Misako lowered her head in disbelief and closed her eyes.

'Think,' she commanded herself.

'Don't let your emotions take over, maybe you can help Lloyd.'

"Misako?" Garmadon quietly asked and caught her chin, gently lifting her head so their eyes met.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and then something sparked in Garmadon's eyes.

He lowered his head slightly and tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away with less desire than shehad wanted.

"I..." Garmadon started, moving away from her.

"I'm sorry." He almost started to apologize.

Obviously, he was embarrassed by that outpouring of weakness.

"You are a monster," Misako coldly stated.

"I am," Garmadon coldly acknowledged.

"Lloyd..."Misako sobbed.

Suddenly, she couldn't control her emotions. She worried too much about their son.

She hated herself for those moments of weakness.

"You will hurt him," she said desperately through tears.

"No!" Garmadon reflexively shouted.

"You know you will." Misako gave him a cold stare.

She wasn't crying anymore, but tears that had fallen continued to flow down her face.

"Go!" Garmadon suddenly yelled. "I want to be alone!"

"Where should I go?" Misako angrily shouted and showed him her tied hands.

"You forget that I am your prisoner?" She asked in a quiet but sharp and accusatory voice.

"No," Garmadon coldly and angrily said.

"I don't forget."

He then approached her, making her initially move back.

He grabbed her by the upper arm, not roughly to her surprise, and without a word, led her into a room.

"Rest a bit," he said coldly and turned to leave.

"Garmadon?" Misako stopped him.

"What is it?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Are you really ready to harm Lloyd?" Her voice was vulnerable.

Garmadon didn't answer her, just watched her.

"Thank yourself for being tied up," he said, gently wiping the tears from her face with his hand.

"If it were up to me, it would never be this way."

"Whatever," he began to say. "Maybe later I'll send someone to bring you a blanket."

"Better don't," Misako said with a cold and angry voice.

"Fine then," Garmadon indifferently shrugged.

"As you wish." Saying that, he left her alone, locked in the room.

~~~~~

"I have to admit, it's a good plan," Harumi noticed with surprise. "Even smart."

"Hey!" Ultra Violet objected. "Who are you..."

"You won't find anything in my memory," Pixal interrupted their argument.

"I don't know where Lloyd, Nya, and the Elemental Masters are."

"Doesn't matter," Ultra Violet said, plugging in a cable into Pixal. "It'll be fun."

"Let me go!" Pixal screamed as she slowly lost consciousness.

~~~~~

"This is not good," Misako said to herself, sitting in the corner of the room.

The room was mostly dark with small streams of light breaking through, she didn't know where from.

The room was also cold.

For a moment, she regretted not accepting the offer for a blanket, but then scolded herself.

"You have to stay strong," she motivated herself. "I hooe that Lloyd, Nya, and the others are safe."

"And Pixal," Misako yelled and suddenly stood up. "I hope she's okay."

She wanted it with all her might, even though the feeling inside her said otherwise.

She sat back in the corner of the room and tried to rest a little.

She couldn't stop thinking about Lloyd and Pixal, completely unaware of what Pixal was doing several floors below. When suddenly...

"What is that?" Misako asked.

"Who's there?" she asked softly and stood up quietly.

Maybe some animal.

"Misako?" a voice said, and she was left breathless.

A ghost appeared in front of her.

"Garmadon.." Misako spoke in a weak voice.

"Garmadon, is that realy you?"

"Not yet," Sensei Garmadon shook his head.

"You have to help me regain control of myself."

~~~~~

"I am a monster," Garmadon repeated to himself as he walked through the rooms.

"I am..." He couldn't control himself.

Flashbacks, unclear flashbacks that appeared in his head.

"What if I don't want to be a monster?" He asked himself.

"No!" he shouted and hit the nearest object with his powers.

"She and Lloyd occupy my thoughts too much. It doesn't matter, I'll deal with her once I save Ninjago."

"My Emperor," a voice called from the hallway.

"Yes?" Garmadon turned.

"I think we've found a way to defeat your, um, this green ninja," Harumi told him.

"Really?" Garmadon sweetly smiled.

"Start preparing. I want this madness to end as soon as possible."

EPISODE 8

#ninjago #lord garmadon #misako montgomery garmadon #emperor garmadon #Hunted #Pixal #Harumi #Ultra violet #Lloyd mentioned #Garmasako #Garsako #Sensei Garmadon

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chezborger · 3 years

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A/n: rlly took forever but better late than never lol

Warnings and type: Smut, nothing crazy just good ol smut.

"They went this way!." Faint voices are heard along with footsteps that echo againts the city pavement.

Rushing through the busy streets to alleyways they were able to get away just in the nick of time."Quickly in here...!" Lupin motions for the girl to follow, making sure the coast was clear in the process.

"Right behind you." She whispered hiding behind the machinery that adorned the warehouse. Her hands moving againts the cool metal while trying to find her way. she held her breath as lupin stood his ground ready to spring into action as the henchman were just around the corner.

Nobodys here... let clear out!" While the rest followed and it became silent they look at eachother, laughing and sighing with relief.

"They're gone now but where are we?" she looked around trying to piece together how long they were trying to get away. Lupin only smirks and the girl already knows somethings up. "I know that look..."

"You know it well, darling. Always such the wiser." Lupin laughs cheekily. "I knew this warehouse was going to be our safe haven. We just had to lose them on the way here." He nods. "Jigen and Goemon should be making their way to us but it'll take til the morning so we just gotta wait out the night."

The lantern sat dull in the middle between them. It would've been fine to sleep if it werent so cold. But the fear of a sniper outside of the warehouse was enough to stay inside.

"I can hear your teeth chattering as much as mine just come here." Lupin mutters into the quiet air.

"Fine, but no funny business, lupin!" He shuffles over to her but after awhile she started to feel the heat in her face. Never had they been so close with her laying on him she could feel his chin just above her head. She pressed her palms to his chest feeling the fabric underneath her tips and swearing his heart was thumping just as much as hers. His cologne was always a favorite of hers and it smelled extra strong with her nose against his collar. Suddenly his arms move from her shoulders to her waist and she swallows.

"Is this okay for you. or is it too funny for ya?" He laughs probably sensing something was up from her stiffness. Her blush paints her cheeks and her fist close, bawling up against his chest.

"N-No its fine, but only because I'm cold." Her expression was annoyed but mainly embarrassed but her body language said different. Her hands go under his shirt, gliding her cold finger tips againts his torso sending chills up his spine and getting a yelp also in return.

"What happened to no funny business, hmm?" He said almost offended but amused

"What? I'm just trying to get warm is all." She smiled and he chuckled seeing this as an invitation

His hands find there way up to her ribcage. Her skin was a soft contrast to his calloused hands. Instantly goosebumps radiates across her skin and she gasps.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked while his thumbs linger under her breasts sinking into the soft skin.

"Warming me up? Absolutley." She whispered seductively followed along with a small giggle of anticipation.

Lupin wasted no time feeling and fondling the supple skin that filled her chest. soft sounds and heavy breathing were enough to know what felt good for her. Soon enough the knee that was nestled between her legs started to feel pretty good too as her hips moved on there own. While her arms make thier way around his neck to find some balance she pulls him into a kiss that he melted into but his tent was happy to interrupt.

"You've already got a hard on for me?" She breathes

"What can I say you raise other things than my feelings."

They make their way out of clothes blocking from making the magic happen. The cold air no longer cold or maybe no longer bothered them was heated. Labored breaths echoed along the machinery. He slipped in and out just nicely as she moved her hips along. The eye contact made the feeling even sweeter. Both of there eyes glazed with pleasure. Her soft sounds and his turned louder along with the sounds of sex.

"L-Lupin...!" She moaned with every drag that made her eyes roll back. His hands barely left her body as they felt up every inch.

"(Y/n,) You sing such a beautiful symphony." He managed to squeeze in laugh before her nails dug into his shoulder earning a moan to bubble up from his throat. Her legs started to burn from moving faster but she didnt seem to mind. the feeling finally snapping as it washing over the both of them like a wave of pleasure. Even after as he slips out she catches herself biting her lip.

"I'm all warmed up now, Lupin." She breathes. Lupin smiles basking in the glow of post sex but its interrupted as lips kiss againts his neck. "We've still got a few hours til morning how about you warm me up some more?"

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sebstanseabass · 3 years

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 14

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"So, princess, who was that guy you guys were with last night? One of Bucky's rich friends?" Nat asked as soon as she saw you sitting alone in the booth. You stared at the red cushion in front of you and said:

"He kissed me." You whispered. "Bucky kissed me last night."

"Holy shit." She ran so quickly towards the booth that you thought you saw red and yellow streaks behind her, like The Flash. She occupied the empty space in front of you. "Tell me everything. Everything. I want all the scoop. Aaaall of it."

And that you did.

You fed Nat what she'd wanted to hear. From the way Bucky spun you around, to how hot you felt when your bodies collided, to the fiery passion embedded in your short kiss, to how it felt like it lasted forever, to how he tasted in your mouth, to how you savored every inch of his hot breath, to how his veiny hands pulled your waist into his, lips still tangling, to how his face felt so warm in your hands, and finally, to a sleeping devil awakening inside you.

As you told Nat every little detail of your passionate kiss, she looked at you in awe but all you saw through her dark irises was the silhouette of me and Bucky as you kissed last night, with the thousand city lights just outside the window. It would've been the perfect first kiss anyone could have; that you could have.

"Not gonna lie," she said, tucking her chin under her palm, "the way you describe it was so cheesy but wow, that was so romantic. Spontaneous kisses are so romantic. Did you also feel sparks just flying all around you?"

You grinned, still admiring the silhouette you kept seeing in her eyes. "Now who's the cheesy one?"

"You did, didn't you?"

"I don't even know if there are sparks, like, how do you even feel it?"

She shrugged. "You just feel it, I guess. Maybe it's like with people who can taste a number or a word."

"Synesthesia?"

"Yes, that. Maybe it's like that. Who knows? Romance is an enigma. You can't really explain it but you can feel it."

"Huh, maybe there was." You whispered, watching you and Bucky move your lips against each other. The picture was getting bigger now. "I've never really felt that with anybody. You should've felt my heart, Nat. I thought I was going to have a fucking heart attack."

"If you did, at least you would've died kissing a hot guy." She laughed.

"God, it felt so good. He... he felt so good." You said, ignoring her comment. "It also felt, somehow, right. I thought it was gonna feel wrong but it felt so right. Shit, is it too soon to say that?"

"Did you sleep with him?"

"No."

"Then, it's too soon." She answered. "And what the hell, if that make-out session was so hot, what did you guys do after?"

"Nothing. He went to Peter's room to sleep, then I went mine."

"That's it?"

"And then we kissed again this morning."

"And you still didn't have sex?" She hissed. You shook your head no. "Oh for fuck's sakes. I know he's not that old but he's fucking slow. Anyway, you guys kissed again this morning... So, how did that go?"

Oh god, this morning.

With the images of me and Bucky stuck in your head last night, you couldn't even bring yourself to a good night's sleep. All you could think of was how badly — badly you wanted to march in that room, throw yourself onto him, and have his soft lips against yours; you wanted it so badly that you kept pacing back and forth right in front of his (Peter's) room but then decided against it. And then the rest of the night, you wondered if he did the same, or even thought about it.

You woke up with a smile on your face and what you would usually hate in the mornings, you found pleasant. The hummingbirds on the trees sounded like angels sent from heaven, harmonizing with the knocking against your window, and the sun, although nearly blinding your eyes, gave you a sign that today was going to be a good day, if not, then a better day than the days you’ve had. Then you got up, staring at the busy street ahead, thankful you didn't have to go through that, then went towards the bathroom. You opened the door, and just your luck, Bucky was standing in front, his mouth slightly agape at the sight of you.

"Good morning, beautiful." He said, nearly whispered.

"H-hi." was all you could muster, bewildered at the sight of his blue eyes, the same color of that of the high seas, washing over you. "I was about to, uh, go wash up."

"Right, right of course. Go ahead." He stepped aside, giving me space to walk into.

As soon as you were done washing up, you turned around, opened the door, and lo and behold... Bucky.

"Oh wow, it's like, one of those game shows," Nat interrupted, "you pick a door, they open the door then you get your prize."

You chuckled. "Oh, Natasha. You're so weird."

"So... did you get your prize?"

"Nat!"

"What? It was right there!"

And the answer was yes, you did.

Because as soon your eyes met, he wrapped his arms around you and wasted no time finding your lips. You threw your arms around his neck, elbows on his strong, broad shoulder for support. This time, you opened your mouth wider, allowing his tongue inside of you. A moan escaped your lips. The taste of minty mouthwash sitting on your tongue, and overlapping his.

"Wow," you pulled away, grinning, "Hi."

"Hello, doll."

"Hi, good morning."

"Okay, I'm gonna need you to shut up 'cause I'm still not done with you."

"Oh, okay — "

"Not another word, doll."

You opened your mouth to say some more, curious what he'd do if you continued to speak but no words came out; only his tongue coming in first in your mouth. He lifted your body so easily towards the couch, never letting your lips detach. He laid you down, your head landing on a throw pillow, and he hovered over your body.

"And then his phone rang." You groaned.

"Ugh, what a cockblocker." Nat mirrored. "And who the hell calls at seven in the morning?"

"He had some business emergency. He told me he could stay but I urged him to go."

"Why the hell would you do that? You were about to get some." Nat searched your face for some answers. Younavoided her gaze. "Oh, I know. You got cold feet."

"I think so." You replied, nodding and biting your lower lip.

"Please don't tell me this is about Peter. Honey, you're not betraying anyone if you sleep with Bucky or date him. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"I know, I know." You sighed. "Surprisingly, that's not why. Gosh, I haven't even thought about Peter. But yeah, he's definitely not the reason."

Nat stared at you for what felt like forever. "How long?" She finally spoke.

You frowned. "How long the what?"

"How long since your last?"

You paused and thought about it for a moment. "A little over a year."

Nat's eyes almost jumped out of her sockets. "Over a year? Jesus, it's like you're a virgin again. I could never last that long."

"Of course, you won't." You replied. "That's why you went with Steve."

She scoffed. Now, it was her turn to avoid any eye contact she may have with you. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please. He imprinted his scent on you like a freaking werewolf."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Have you never seen Twilight?" You rolled your eyes. "Deny all you want but it won't change the fact that I could smell Steve on you a mile away."

"Ugh, I thought we were being so secretive." She placed her forehead on the wooden table.

"Then stop having sex at his office."

"We don't — "

"You come in smelling like you, then you come out there smelling like him. It's not rocket science." You shrugged. "How do you even do it there? It's so cramped and full of papers."

"How did we go from talking about your sex life to mine? Let's get back to you."

"There's nothing to talk about." You sighed. "I barely have one."

"The more we have to talk about it." She smirked. "So, who was your last and why was it your last?"

Nat could be so straightforward at times. You didn't know if you liked that about her or not.

"I don't know. Some random guy I met online, and I just wasn't interested in anybody after that, and I have no plans on having a long-term boyfriend then. Or even a girlfriend."

"Why not?"

"My ex-boyfriend wasn't that good to me and I guess I haven't felt anything romantic or... I don't know just something." You replied. "Until Bucky."

Nat leaned back on the booth. "Huh."

"What?"

"I just realized I don't know much about you." She shrugged.

"Nat, we weren't really friends back then; more like acquaintances. But you're here almost everyday now, thanks to Steve."

"We should go out soon, y'know." She said, clearly ignoring your last comment. "Just the two of us and hang out like real friends do."

"Sure, why not." You grinned.

"Anyway, back to you," she continued, "y'know sex is like riding a bike. Once you hop on to him, it'll get to you. And then you ride him into oblivion."

You couldn't help but giggle. "God, you and Steve must have some pretty kinky sex."

"Hey, what happens there," she pointed at Steve's office, "stay there. But what happens between you and Bucky? Should stay with me."

You let out a small huff. "Don't count on it."

"You're gonna sleep with him one way or another, maybe fall in love, who knows?"

"Okay, sleep with him — yeah, sure but fall in love with him? That's a bit of a stretch, Nat. Now, that's too soon."

"I didn't mean now!" She said defensively. "And again, don't speak too soon. Remember when you told me you'd never kiss him 'cause it feels like betraying Peter?"

"Uh-huh."

"Case in point." She smirked, resting her feet on the table. "Just flow where the river takes you. Don't think too much about it. Do what you feel."

The door opened briskly, revealing Steve with his signature denim on denim attire. He looked at you, a feigned confusion crossing his face. "Y/n, you're not supposed to be here."

You tilted your head. "I'm sorry, are you gonna have sex in the bar?"

"Y/n!" Nat reached across the table and slapped your hand.

"Jesus, woman. Don't worry your secret's safe with me."

"That's not what I meant." Steve nervously chuckled. "You have to go to the rooftop. Now."

"Wait," You paused, "you're serious."

"Yes, I am, and you need to go now."

Before you could even ask Steve what you were supposed to do on the rooftop, he was shoving you right towards the door and slamming it in front of your face, kicking you out of his bar. You brought your fist on the door, pounding it, yelling for Steve to let me in. The bastard did open the door only his head was out, looking like a floating body-less ghost.

"Um, hello?"

He flashed you a smile. "Hi!"

"Rogers, what the hell?"

"Just go, y/n. You're running out of time."

"What are you talking about? What the hell is going on?"

"Just do as I say. No questions asked. Goodbye. I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that, Steve slammed the door on your face for the second time that day in a span of two minutes. You let out a scoff and kicked the door, stomping your way towards the apartment, then climbing up the rooftop while thinking of a hundred ways to murder Steve Rogers. But those thoughts soon dissipated, seeing Bucky emerge from a white cottony teepee tent which was sitting perfectly in the middle.

He turned around, your eyes meeting each other. He was wearing a black wool buttoned cardigan, a black shirt inside, tucked in a pair of skinny jeans. He strode towards you, grabbed your face and planted a kiss on your lips.

"Hey," he breathed as he pulled away, "you made it just in time."

You bit your lower lip. "What did you do this time, Bucky?"

"I felt bad leaving you like that earlier this morning so I thought I'd make it up to you." He walked closer and held out his hand. "Come on, doll."

You grinned, placing your hand on top of his and letting him walk you towards the front of the tent overlooking the city — just like last time. The inside of the white tent was big enough for two people (at least). On the ground were a pile of blankets and pillows, and unlit hanging lights on its pointed roof. Upon the pile of blankets was a take-out plastic from a Chinese place.

"Sorry, I only know how to cook breakfast so I got us Chinese." Bucky said whilst sitting down. "Come sit." He said, patting a space on the blankets. You did as he told you to, and was handed a little Chinese take-out box. "I hope you like orange chicken."

"Are you kidding me? I love Chinese food." You said while taking it from him.

"Good, good." He said, opening his.

You looked back at the space behind you, admiring how beautifully messy it all was. Then as your eyes went up towards the hanging lights, a memory took place right before your eyes.

"Remember that thing you said about the hanging lights?" Bucky asked, following your gaze. You sheepishly nodded. "Well, I thought today was the right time to put them up."

You bit your lip, looking at him. "So, this is a date."

"Is that okay?"

"Bucky, we've already made out twice in less than twenty-four hours." You giggled. "I think it's only appropriate, but you should've asked me first, y'know. On my way up here, I was already planning on how to kill Steve for kicking me out the bar."

"Yeah, I called in a favor to Mr. Rogers. I'm glad he agreed." He laughed, popping an egg roll in his mouth. "I apologize for not asking you out on a date formally but in my defense, I like being spontaneous in hopes of whisking you off your feet."

You hummed. "You're not quite there yet, Mr. Barnes. You're gonna have to try harder."

"Challenge accepted."

A gasp came out of your mouth as soon as the sunset hues appeared above, like a painting coming to life. You drowned out the noises from below, and listened to the whistling of the cold wind.

"I know you miss watching the sunset." Bucky started.

"Thank you, Bucky." You smiled. "This is a breath of fresh air."

You stopped blinking for a moment, eyes glazed over the sun about to be cradled by darkness, and then for a brief moment, the afterglow lingered — the remaining radiance in the skies before the night takes over; for a brief moment, your heart stopped.

"Wow." You breathed, watching the moon come up. "I haven't seen that for a very long time."

"Neither have I." Bucky replied. "But the magic doesn't stop there." He turned to his side and flicked a switch, the hanging lights coming to life.

"God, this is so cheesy." You commented, shaking your head at Bucky.

He smirked, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Now, it's a date."

You sat there side by side, enjoying the Chinese take-out Bucky had gotten for the both of you, as he asked you questions about your life before New York — the classic first date stuff. You teased him, "Is this what you usually do with other girls?"

"Doll," he chuckled in a low tone, "I don't do this to other girls."

You set down your chopsticks and faced him. "So tell me, what do you usually do on first dates?"

He laughed. "Well, for starters I wouldn't do all this on a first date — or any date for that matter. It's usually just one date and then it's pretty much over."

"How so?"

"Because I don't plan on keeping them around for too long," He shrugged, swallowing his food before continuing to speak, "because they're not interesting enough for me."

Well, am I Bucky? was what you wanted to ask but you repressed yourself from doing so. "If they're not, what do you guys talk about on dates?"

"Boring work stuff. Nothing I've never heard before." He replied. "How about you?"

You snickered. "Oh god, I don't even remember the last date I've been on. But, I guess, it's just the normal stuff. I ask him about himself, and his family. That's pretty much it."

He hummed, nodding to himself as he lifted an orange chicken to his mouth. "So, how come you haven't remembered the last date you've been on?"

You squinted your eyes, looking out of nowhere. "Let's just say it wasn't much of a date."

Bucky frowned, confused, until the realization dawned on him. "Oh, you mean — "

"Yep." You nodded along. "I'm not proud of it. I just wanted to feel something, I guess."

"Did you?"

"God, no." You scoffed. "Meaningless, is what it was."

Under the bright luminescent lights hanging in the tent, you talked about past relationships. Bucky with his unending parade of girls, and yours with a decent number of people (yes, guys and girls), not exceeding twenty. Unlike Bucky, his were just one night stands and short flings, while you, in those number of people you’ve been with, fell in love with one and had your heart shattered into pieces by the same jerk back in college.

"If you don't mind me asking..."

"He... Well, he," You paused, wriggling out of his stare, "he became pretty abusive."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"He also cheated on me," you said, "with my sister."

Here, you met his eyes — his wide, unblinking eyes. "Are you kidding me — with your sister?"

"My sister visited me in college once and they bumped into each other somewhere. She didn't know he was my boyfriend, they hooked up, and then when we met for dinner that same night, all hell went loose."

He frowned, shaking his head. "I'm really sorry to hear that."

"It's okay." You shrugged. "I punched him right after. That felt good."

He smirked, nodding his head. "Attagirl."

From there, Bucky asked you about your family, your life before New York. Comfortable enough to tell him about your past, you did. You told him about the afflictions of being the middle child growing up, about how you’ve almost ran away from home back in high school, about how your parents constantly badgered you to continue the family business, about how you wanted to chase some silly dream in New York, about how you got cut off by your family, and about how you left them all behind for a new life in New York. You were pretty much close to a definition of an orphan — which you shouldn't have said in front of Bucky.

And then he asked you about Peter and how you met, and how you did back in college.

"That must've been hard." He commented. "Having three guys as your roommates."

"Are you kidding me? I was more of a man than all of them combined." You scoffed. "But yeah, they all sucked. Anyway, that's a lot about me. Let's move on to you." You set down your take-out boxes, seeing that you already done eating. You grabbed the bottle of water, quenching your thirst. "What's your story, old man?"

"We're gonna go with that? Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Come on, you know all about me. Didn't Peter tell you about all those stories about me?"

"You know that's not what I'm talking about, Bucky."

"Let's save that conversation for the next dates to come." He winked, finishing his food.

"Let's see if you're ever going to get a second date from me." You teased. "Depends on how this night will come to an end."

"Then, I'll make this one a date you will never forget."

You smirked. "Your move, old man."

"Challenge accepted."

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jjmaybanksblog · 4 years

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Falling For U- John B

Request: hi! Can u do an imagine based on Falling for U by Peachy! And Mxmtoon with prompts 8, 10, and 19? Tysm!!!

Summary: based on Falling For U by Peachy! And Mxmtoon

Word count: 2,371

Prompts:

8. "You make me feel safe."

10. "You've always felt like home."

19. "I just want this. I want you."

I was hangin' with you and then I realized. I didn't think it was true, I was surprised, when I found out I've fallen for you.

John B had invited you over for a private surf lesson after you had told him you've never been. You had just moved to the Outer Banks last year, only recently meeting the Pogue and the rest of his friends. From the moment you met him you were drawn to him. Not for his attractive looks, but for his personality.

You had just met him, but he was always right by your side and ready to help you out through anything you were going through. He had a heart of gold and you adored the boy for that.

You first practiced your movements in the sand, rowing your arms front and back as if you were paddling to a wave. "And… jump up!" John B instructed. He stood by the side of the board, ready to catch you if you slipped. You lifted yourself up and jumped into position, John B's hand holding yours to help you catch your balance.

"Nicely done Y/L/N. Now let's see if you can actually do it in the water." JB led you to the waves, guiding you on how far to go out. He scanned the waves trying to find one for you. He pointed his index finger to an incoming wave as it slowly began to rise, you looked at him with a look of fear."You got this. I'll be right here to help you out." He reassured you.

You exhaled, "if I drown it's your fault." He sent you a sly grin before saying, "don't worry I know CPR." You jokingly rolled your eyes while ignoring the butterflies you got in your stomach. You faced the wave as you paddled towards it, a tint of pink covered your cheeks as John B whooped and cheered from behind you. "And… jump!" You immediately popped up into position, almost surfing the whole wave before falling into the water.

You popped your head back above water to John B paddling towards you with your board next to him. "You okay?" He asked, pulling you back up onto your board. You wiped the water off of your face before nodding, getting ready to paddle again to a slightly larger wave. "Y/n/n you don't have to surf today, this was just supposed to be a practice." He reminded you. You were absolutely determined to get this. "I got this." You winked at him before paddling to the wave.

JB let you take this one, watching you jump up into position in time. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" You laughed as you skimmed through the wave. John B applauded you as the wave died down revealing pure shock on your face. "And the Pogue princess has done it ladies and gentlemen!" He yelled into his cupped hands as you made it to shore.

You waited for him to get to you before jumping into his arms. You wrapped yours around his neck as he held you by the waist, spinning you around in glee. "You fucking did it! Holy shit!" He grinned as he put you down. You jumped up and down in excitement. "I know! JJ better watch his back I'm coming up to him." You mumbled, earning a chuckle from him.

"I believe this calls for a celebratory drink." JB held his hand out for you to grab, you gave him a weary look. His glance dropped to his extended hand, his fingers slightly wiggling. You giggled quietly before intertwining your hands together. This time the butterflies were stronger than ever. You slowly pieced together that you were developing feelings for your best friend, which you were not ready to admit.

I didn't wanna believe my feelings for you. I didn't wanna believe that I could lose you if I told you just how I felt.

"I'm really scared Kie." You admitted, clutching onto one of her pillows on her bed. She sat in front of you and held both of your shoulders, "don't be Y/N! John B won't be phased if he finds out you like him. Plus even if he knows that's not gonna change anything." "That's not what JJ told me." Kie furrowed her eyebrows at you before remembering past events.

JJ told you about the time John B dated a close friend of 5 years for a while but once they broke up they never spoke again. You refused to tell John B how you felt because you were terrified of rejection. You were terrified of him not feeling the same way, or pitying you for not feeling the same way. Then things become awkward and the whole friendship is ruined.

"That was years ago! He's matured a lot now and from the way he looks at you I'm guessing he feels the same as you." You buried your face into the pillow and groaned into the cushion. "Don't do that. Don't give me that." You sighed, clutching onto the pillow. "Don't give you what?" She asked. "Don't give me hope." Kie reassuringly rubbed your back, "It'll all fall into place soon hun, just try to give it time."

♡

"Dude when you see her your face turns pink. You're all like, "oh Y/N! Let me show you what true love is!" JJ exaggerated, putting his hand on his forehead before dramatically flipping his hair. "Shut up man." John B grumbled from behind the steering wheel.

"Honestly dude I don't know what's got you so afraid. Just tell her and don't be a pussy." JJ said to him. "Okay well what if I tell her and she's like, 'what the fuck I just became friends with this dude.' And she like, never talks to me again. What happens then?"

JJ rolled his eyes at his over dramatic friend, "JB I love you, you know this but either man up and tell her or watch her fall in love with someone else. Your choice man." John B slouched in his seat, realizing his friend had a point.

But I can't help it, I'm falling for you. And I can't quit it 'cause I'm stuck on you.

John B covered your eyes with his hands as he led you into the backyard. Today was your birthday and while the rest of the Pogues took you out for dinner, John b stayed at his house to set up his backyard with festive lights and decorations. He remembered the first time you met him, you had gone on and on about how you wanted to go to a paper lantern festival. Since there were none at the time, he managed to find a lantern to give to you. He had set up the hammocks with a soft blanket and comfortable pillows. He saved up to buy cute fairy lights girls used to decorate their rooms.

"And… surprise!" JB uncovered your eyes and watched your face contort into pure joy. "John B…" you trailed off, getting teary eyed. "Is it too cliche? Damn it I shouldn't have listened to Kie." He muttered under his breath. You quickly turned to him and hugged him, shaking your head. "No, no it's beautiful." He held you in his arms before excusing himself.

He walked inside and returned with the lantern, a lighter, and a sharpie. You covered your mouth with your hands, watching him walk up to you with a dorky smile. "I know this isn't a festival, but it's the closest thing I could find." He handed you the marker allowing you to write whatever you want. This was your chance to slowly start to tell him how you feel.

You effortlessly wrote, 'JB+(your first and last initials)' you looked back up to him to see his smile even wider than before. "Is this okay?" He nodded his head, "it's perfect." He held the other side of the lantern as you lit the bottom. "One, two, three." You two sent it off into the air, watching it slowly rise into the night sky.

John B wrapped his arms around your frame, resting his chin on your shoulder as you watched the lantern float above them. Your heart felt like it skipped beats constantly whenever he was near you. You got butterflies in your stomach whenever your name left his mouth. Everything you did with him just felt comfortable and safe.

And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical but I just want to be with you.

You unknowingly cuddled yourself into John B's chest. You two were laying on the couch, you were fast asleep in his arms. He couldn't help but admire you as you slept. How your eyelashes just looked naturally long when they were shut. How every now and then your nose would twitch. Your eyes would sometimes flutter when you dreamed. Today was a day where you had a dream about John B.

He furrowed his eyebrows as a quiet, "John B." and a giggle escaped your lips. You were dreaming about you two traveling the world together after finding the gold. He took you everywhere you wanted to see, always looking at you when you were looking at the view.

John B didn't move for a minute, afraid that he would wake you. He watched as your nose twitched nestling your head onto his chest. He held you in his arms, his thumb gently rubbing up and down on your arm. Hesitating for a moment, he tipped his head down and kissed your forehead. He couldn't hold his smile back as you grinned at the feeling. Your mind was telling you that happened in the dream, but in reality John B was slowly realizing just how strong his feelings are for you.

Please tell me, boy can you get a clue? Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you.

"No, JJ you don't get it. I try to give him a hint that I like him but it just flies over his head." You vented, hitting your head on the steering wheel. JJ lifted your head up off the wheel and against the headrest. "Y/N, John B is the most oblivious person all of us know. If you want to tell him you like him, you have to just say it." He emphasized the 'have'.

You groaned and turned your head to him. "Can't you just do it for me?" You covered your face. "Sorry buttercup, it's better if it comes from you. I'll help keep Kie and Pope away from you guys but you have to be the one to tell him." You exhaled loudly, nodding your head.

I'm scared of telling you how I feel. Maybe it's better if I just try to conceal the truth. For me and for you. But I'm still stuck on you. I'm still falling for you, for you.

You paced in your room, waiting for John B to arrive at your house. Tonight was the night you were gonna admit how you felt about him. You stopped in your tracks as you heard a delicate tapping outside your window. Unlatching the lock, you let him step through the opening before closing it again.

He stood there as you paced back and forth again, making him sit down on the edge of the house bed. "Okay. Okay so, I have to say something and I just need you to wait until I'm done before you say anything." You instructed him, earning a nod as a response.

"I like you. I like you a lot and it genuinely scares me. To the point where I went to JJ for advice because I couldn't figure out what to do. I was scared because my brain just tells me there's no possible way you would like me back. That if I told you how I felt you would think it's weird or you would look at me differently and I don't want that, I don't want things to change in a bad way. But I wanted to say this because you just, you make me feel safe. You make me feel like I'm worth it. You give me these butterflies that leave the hair on my body standing up. I'm always with you because you've always felt like home. I could be skydiving with no parachute but I wouldn't care because as long as I'm with you, I'm happy. Okay, now I'm just rambling but that's it."

You stopped panting, biting your nails as John B sat there trying to process everything you said. He had a dumb smile on his face as he looked up at you. "What? What? Was that too much? Did I just mess everything between us up?" You panicked.

He stood up from his spot and walked towards you. You couldn't help but feel small and vulnerable as you slowly backed away from him. He cornered you against the wall, his breath fanning your lips. "You like me?" He quietly whispered, trying to make sure he heard that right before he made the next move.

"I really do." You mumbled, your chest heaving from your heart rate picking up. His hand raised up and cupped the side of your face. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut, melting into his touch. "I won't do anything until you tell me it's okay."

You opened your eyes to look at his brown ones. "Kiss me." You reassured him. He dipped his head down and connected your lips to his. He exhaled in relief as he was finally able to kiss you. Something he's been wanting to do for a while now. Now he was the one with butterflies. The pad of his thumb rubbed your cheek bone as you pulled away from him. "Do you want this?" You asked, pointing your finger between you two

"I'm falling for you, I've been falling for you. I just want this. I want you." He whispered, pushing a stray piece of hair out of your face. Your face turned a light pink as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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smileyoongle · 5 years

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My Queen (Yandere King! Kim Namjoon)

Safe to say that my new fairytale series is stirring a lot of inspiration in me. This is all I wanna write about but I don't know where to start. Anyway, hoping that Tumblr doesn't hide this post too. Otherwise, I'm throwing hands and suing.

Pairing: Yandere! Kim Namjoon×Reader

Word Count: 1480

The harsh black stone wall was starting to hurt your back, a small sigh leaving your mouth as you closed your eyes and tried to sleep. The blood staining your pink gown was haunting you, leaving a faint pungent smell around you which made you wanna throw up. But that wasn't the only thing. The fact that you were locked in the palace dungeon contributed to your sickness.

Weirdly enough, the rusty bars in front of you made you feel safe. They were the only thing that kept you away from him.

That monster who was now the king.

His evil grin flashed in your mind and you found yourself getting riled up. Everything about him was wrong. And you should have known that but now it was too late. He was the king and you were a murderer. A murderer who had killed the queen.

It was heartbreaking how people accused you without any consideration of your relationship with the queen. You had been a dedicated worker at the palace, tending to every need that the queen had. She loved you like a daughter and you wouldn't dare think of hurting her. You couldn't help but think that maybe what people say is right.

Sometimes the truth needs to stay hidden.

Kim Namjoon was the one and only son of the royal family and naturally, he was the heir to the throne. You knew him since you stepped foot inside the strong and lavish walls that housed the royal family. He was a wise man and every girl's prince charming. He enjoyed the attention that he received but soon he became bored. There was only one person that he wanted attention from.

You.

You didn't know when this happened but suddenly, every worker in the palace started giving you nasty looks. No one would tell you what was wrong. This drained you emotionally but thankfully, the queen seemed to be okay with you. It was only the workers and now that you thought about it, the females were the ones who hated you more.

All your questions were answered when Namjoon called you to see him in the garden. You shuddered at the memory of his love confession.

No matter how attracted you felt, you couldn't be with him. He was a royal and you were from a small and poor family. He had a high status and no one would accept your relationship. With that in mind, you politely rejected him by saying that he could find someone better.

A mistake on your part.

If you had known what he was going to do, you would have said yes just to save the king and the queen.

A tear slipped down your cheek, your mind fresh with all the things you had witnessed since the morning.

Namjoon walked towards the dungeons with his head held high. He was enjoying how everyone bowed to him and followed him everywhere. Even though he knew that he was supposed to be sad due to the death of his parents, he couldn't hide the smile playing on his lips. Because he wasn't sad at all.

He killed them. And he was okay with it.

He remembered how sad and heartbroken he had felt when his father had told him that he couldn't marry you. His princess.

It was too much for him. First, your rejection and then his parents being unsupportive of his love. He didn't want the royalty. He only wanted to be with you. So he waited. He waited patiently until the day he was going to be crowned.

The heavy footsteps made you flinch, your heart picking up it's pace when you saw a guard unlocking your cell. Your eyes widened and you quickly stood up, stumbling a little due to the chains around your feet.

He slowly emerged out of the darkness, his smile growing bigger with every step he took towards you while you pushed yourself against the wall. On noticing your fear, he frowned and halted his steps.

"What's wrong, princess?" He asked, tilting his head innocently, as if he hadn't just framed you for something he had done.

You scoffed, giving him a look of disbelief. Your eyes trailed behind the guards who were now leaving the dungeon.

They were leaving you alone with him.

Your lips quivered as you looked back at him.

"Do you not feel any remorse for what you did? You...you killed them as if they meant nothing to you. And then you accused me for it ..." You said, your eyes watering and your lips twisting into a sneer.

"...why? What did I do to you?" You asked, your voice cracking in the middle. Namjoon's eyes softened a little, his expression showing you how bad he felt.

But it all a lie. An act.

He cautiously walked closer to you, his hand stretching towards you to touch you. You clenched your jaw and moved your head to the side, your eyes closing when his fingers came in contact with the skin of your cheek.

"They didn't want me to be with you, princess. They would never understand the love I have for you. I had to do this. For us." He answered, softly caressing your cheek before holding your chin and turning your face towards him. You glared at him with all the hatred you could muster.

He narrowed his eyes on seeing the hostility you showed him. This was the first time he was seeing you so...strong.

"And you too didn't give me a chance, princess. I had to teach you a lesson. But don't worry, the second you say you love me, it'll all be over. You and I will live happily ever after."

"I will never love someone like you. What you feel for me isn't love. It's madness. You're insane!"

That was the last straw for Namjoon. He gritted his teeth and gripped your jaw roughly, his fingers digging into your skin with no mercy. He pushed you against the wall before leaning his face closer to yours. You whimpered as his breath fanned your face, your confidence and anger reducing to ashes.

"You think you're so strong, Y/N. But tell me, who will believe you when you tell them that I killed my only family? Who will believe a peasant over a king? Because I know I won't. The truth is, you are pathetic and weak without me. Every person in this kingdom will happily kill you for what you did. You need me to survive."

You thrashed in his arms, trying to get his hands off of you. But your actions only motivated him further. With one harsh pull, he wrapped his arms around you and tightly held you against his chest. Your cries and screams having no effect on him.

You knew what he said was right. No one would believe you. No one would defend you.

Namjoon had ruined you. He was the only one who had control over your life. He was the only one who could keep you alive. You needed him.

You stopped fighting, letting him hold you as you cried your heart out. Namjoon smiled, loosening his hold and rubbing your back soothingly.

"Now, say you love me, princess. I'll take your pain away, I promise." He whispered, leaning his cheek against your head.

You sniffled, wondering if you should give in or not. But your mind told you that it was too late. You were already in too deep. There was no way to turn around and you had to give in. With a shaky breath, you repeated his words, not liking the bitter taste that was left behind on your tongue.

Namjoon grinned and kissed your forehead, cupping your cheeks and looking at you with so much love and affection that you almost thought it was fake. You could see the madness in his eyes. And somehow, this was all on you.

Namjoon called the guards and ordered them to take the chains off of you. You kept your eyes fixed on his smile, regretting your choices and wondering if you should run away. But he read your mind and within a second, you were swept off your feet and into his arms. You gasped, involuntarily wrapping your arms around his neck. Without a word, he took you towards his chambers, his eyes glaring at all the workers who gave you a murderous look. You didn't know if this was good or bad. But you did know that his rampage hadn't ended yet.

Before you knew it, he placed you down on the soft carpet of his room, his hand not letting go of your waist as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your neck, making you shiver in disgust.

"Time to smile. You're gonna be a queen."

He's so gorgeous, damn. Excuse any typos, I have absolutely not edited anything. I'm sick so now I'm gonna finally take a nap. Stay tuned for the upcoming deception, come back home and masterpiece updates! I love you..!

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softmintmochi · 5 years

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

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Summary: After years of awkward glances, snide remarks from friends, and safe distance from each other, you never expected Jungkook to invite you into his bed, let alone me so caring.

Jungkook's POV

I can't describe how I feel when she's around. She makes my heart race, and I just tense up when she's around. I probably look stupid. I'm always so quiet when she's around, but I can't help it. I want to talk to her, but I can't bring myself to do it. All of our friends make fun of me for it, and she gets quiet when it's brought up. She probably hates me for it. God, why can't I just tell her how I feel?

"Come on, Y/N, just come out with us. It'll be fun!" Taehyung whines, holding your hand. "No thank you. You guys have fun. I'll just hang out here." You sigh. It's been a long day hanging out with the guys and you'd really rather lay down. "Fine. Come on, Kookie. Go get dressed." Taehyung says to the younger man, whose sat on the other side of the couch. "Nah, I think I'm just gonna stay here. I don't feel like going out." Jungkook replies. His voice makes you squirm. "Oh boo. You guys are no fun. Fine. Stay here and be bored. We're gonna go get wasted." Taehyung smiles, heading out the door with the rest of the guys. "Oh, and one more thing. If you guys do anything, please don't get any stains on the couch. I'd rather not sit on Jungkook's jizz. Bye bye!" Taehyung waves, closing the door behind him, leaving you and Jungkook silent, your face red.

"So, um-" You start, but Jungkook stands abruptly. "I'm going to bed. Good night." He says quickly before escaping to his room. "Good night." You pout, staring blankly at the tv. What's his deal? You know the others always tease him about liking you, but you highly doubt it's true. He's always avoided you as much as possible, barely talked to you, and when he did talk to you, it was very little. You always thought he was cute, and some things he did had you hopeful, like when he bought you food when you didn't have any money or when he thought you were already asleep so he gave you a blanket. His actions confused you, and you just wanted to know for sure.

You grabbed a blanket from the closet, turning off the light and curling up on the couch, cuddling a decorative pillow to help you fall asleep. You laid there for almost an hour, tired, but not able to fall asleep. You sit up, pouting. The pillow wasn't what you needed to cuddle. You needed the warmth of another body. You thought it over, gathering up your courage. It's now or never. You nod, grabbing your blanket and drapping it over your shoulders as you stand up. You march over to Jungkook's door, raising your hand. You contemplate for another moment before deciding, knocking on the door. After a second of waiting and hearing nothing, you turn, embarrassed for even attempting this. That's when the door clicks, and you stop in your tracks.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" You hear Jungkook's groggy voice ask, making your heart race. You turn around to see him standing in his doorway, his hair ruffled, lips pouty, eyes squinted, and basketball shorts hanging loosely on his hips. "I-I um, I'm sorry. I can't sleep. I was gonna ask if I could-uh-you know, nevermind. Sorry." You stutter, turning around, but you hear a few footsteps on the hardwood, then feel a hand on your shoulder. "You can sleep in my bed if you want. It's big enough so we won't be on each other." He mumbles, shocking you. The guy that's always been too shy to even talk to you if now offering you a spot in his bed, with him. "Are you sure? You won't mind?" You ask softly. "Honestly, I'm too tired to care. Come on." He says, turning on his heel to head back into the room.

You follow him, shuffling as you wrap the blanket tighter around you. He gets in on the side next to the wall, allowing you to lay down on the outside. You lay with you back turned to him, his presence only making you nervous, deterring your plan to sleep. You lay awake, hearing the soft breathing from the man behind you. You turn around, facing him, trying to get comfortable. You can't help but stare at him, taking in his features. He looked so peaceful sleeping, so relaxed. A huge improvement from the timid boy you knew.

Your cheeks heat up, realizing again why you're here. You need contact to sleep. Physical contact. Luckily he's asleep already. Maybe he won't notice. You move your leg, barely touching his with it. It's very little contact, but it still helps, and you slowly fall asleep

Jungkook's POV

A soft whine pulls me out of my sleep, and I groan as I turn, rubbing my eyes. Something shifts, and I think maybe Jimin or Taehyung climbed into my bed again, but the whine is too small and soft to be from one of them. My eyes finally adjust, and I see Y/N laying next to me, her face twisted in discomfort. That's right, I let her sleep in my bed. What's wrong with her?

"S-Stop. Please don't. Go away." She mumbles, her voice small. She shifts again, whining. She must be having a nightmare. Jimin told me she had those sometimes, but I never really noticed. "Stop stop stop stop stop." She says, getting louder. I decide to take initiative, placing my hand gently on her arm.

"No!" You gasp, sitting up straight. Immediately you hear shushing, a strong hand pulling you to pay back down. Your eyes are wide as you see Jungkook laying next to you, his eyebrows knit in concern. "Are you okay?" He asks, his fingertips dragging across the sensitive skin of the back of your arm. You gulp, nodding, trying your best to ignore the chills his touch was sending down your spine. "I'm sorry I woke you up." You mumble, looking away from him. "Sh, no, it's okay, I was already awake. Here, come closer." He says. "Uh, are you-" "Just come here." He sighs, pulling you closer by your hip, his arm sliding under the crook of your neck, your eyes level with his chin.

"Is this better?" He asks, and with your hand on his warm, bare chest, you can feel it vibrate. You nod, his scent intoxicating. "You can relax, you know. I know you're a cuddly person. You can cuddle me if you need to. Don't be so tense. Do whatever you want." His words relax you and make you nervous at the same time. Can you really lay how you want? He must sense your hesitation because he takes initiative once again, sliding his leg between yours and pulling you even closer to him, your chest flushed against his, your legs entwined, your leg resting over his hip. You've never been this close to him. His warmth, his scent, everything about him had your eyelids drooping, finally comfortable enough to fall back asleep. Almost.

As you lay there, his thumb caresses your hip soothingly, until his hand slowly travels up under your shirt, fingers grazing against your skin, causing a soft moan to tumble from your lips. The sound makes him stop, and your eyes widen as you realize what happened. "I-I'm sor-ah..." You moan again as his index finger traces your spine. "Are you sensitive, Y/N?" He asks softly. You nod, your cheeks heating up. "That's so cute." He smiles, repeating the action. You shift under his touch, your eyes closing as you focus on the sensation. As you shift, his thigh grazes your clothed core, pressing gently against it, but still getting a reaction, another whine, from you.

"Jungkook, I-" "Ssshhh... Sweetheart, just let me take care of you." He shushes you, pressing his leg up against you again, pulling another moan from you. "Will you let me do that? Will you let me take care of you?" He asks, cupping your cheek. You nod, looking him in the eyes. "Please?" You ask. He hums approvingly, smiling at you. "So polite. So good." He whispers before closing the distance between you two, his lips connecting with yours in a soft kiss. His lips are a lot softer than you imagined, his kiss slow and passionate, taking your breath away.

When he moves his leg against you again, you gasp, and he take the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You moan into his mouth, his hand reaching down to grip your thigh, holding you in place so he can grind against you. His thigh is so muscular, just him moving it against you is driving you crazy. Your hips start to move on their own, grinding against him yourself. Everything is slow, sensual, and relaxed.

You can start to feel close to your end, your back arching as you grip his bicep in warning. He pulls away from you, his breath heavy. You pout as he moves his leg away from you, moving you onto your back, propping himself up on his side. You look at him as his hand slides under your shirt, slowly moving over your skin, his thumb tickling right under your breast. You shudder at the feeling, closing your eyes as you arch into his touch. "I love how sensitive you are, baby. It's so cute." He smiles, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. He moves your shirt up, bundling it above your breasts, appreciating the lack of a bra. "So perfect." He whispers, his thumb grazing over your nipple.

You whimper, your thighs rubbing together, searching for friction. "Sh, don't worry, baby, I'll get there." He assures you, his hand rubbing your bare thigh. His hand slides between your thighs, rubbing over your core as he dips his head down, his tongue flicking over your nipple. You squirm, moaning softly as he sucks on your hardened bud, his tongue swirling around it while his hand traces overer your waistband. He pulls back, tugging on your nipple with his teeth before letting go of it. "Do you really want to do this, Y/N? Are you okay with me touching you?" He asks. "Please, Kookie. Please." You beg, your voice soft. "You're so good, baby. Will you be my baby? Can I call you my baby girl?" He whispers.

You bite your lip, not needing to think before you nod, bringing a smile to his face. He kisses you hard in response, his hand sliding into your pants. "Oh fuck, baby." He groans, his finger tracing over your slick slit. "You're this wet? God, you're perfect." He groans, kissing you again as he slides a finger inside of you. You gasp, your hips bucking in response, your arms wrapping around his neck. He pumps his finger a few times before adding a second, and eventually, a third. The stretch was driving you crazy, your thighs trembling as his mouth caught all of your sounds. He curls his fingers, your walls squeezing around them. The sound of his fingers pumping, his palm grinding against your sensitive clit, everything has you tumbling over the edge, your mouth opening in a silent scream as you grip onto him, his lips pressing soft kisses to your cheek, jaw, and nose as you cum around his fingers.

He slows down, pulling his fingers out of you. "Good job, baby. Hey, look at me." He asks, and you do, looking him in the eyes. "Do you trust me?" He asks softly, brushing away loose strands of hair that have fallen onto your face. You nod, making him smile. "Good. I promise, I'm gonna take care of my baby girl. Um, one second." He says, getting up. You watch as he goes into his nightstand, shuffling around in the drawer. His entire body freezes, and you look at him questioningly. "I don't have any, uh, protection. Shit. Um..." He hums, looking around the room. "Kookie." You coo, reaching out towards him. He turns to you, coming closer so you can hold his hand. "What is it, baby girl?" He asks softly. "You don't need one. Please, I just need you so bad."

His eyes widen at your words. "Really? You're fine with me going raw?" He asks. "As long as you can pull out." You tell him, and he smiles brightly. "Of course. Oh my god." He says excitedly, climbing back onto the bed, on top of you. You shift, taking your pants off, him helping you toss them to the ground, then your shirt, leaving you bare underneath him, your legs resting on his thighs. His breath hitches, hands roaming soothingly over your body, his eyes taking in every perfect inch of you. "Y/N, I've waited so long to see you like this, you have no idea." He sighs, his thumbs tracing over your pelvic bone. "Jungkook... Please." You whine, squirming under his touch.

"Oh, right, sorry." He gasps. He reaches down, tugging the waistband of his shorts down just enough to free his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you make a mental note to take care of him sometime. He wraps his hand around it, making him hiss at the contact. He pumps it a few times, his mouth falling open. "Baby, I'm sorry, I already know I'm not gonna last long, but I made a promise to take care of you, and I will." He groans, and you nod in understanding. He leans forward, guiding his cock to your entrance slowly, you becoming impatient. When he finally gets there, he rubs his tip over it, making you whimper.

You gasp as he finally pushes himself in, a soft moan tumbling from his lips also. He falls forward a bit, his hair tickling your nose as he bottoms out. "My god, you're so tight." He moans. You hum in response, feeling him fill you up so nicely. "Jungkook, please, move." You beg, moving your hips against him. He whispers incoherently, but does as you say, pulling out until just his tip is in, then grinding back into you. You moan as he continues slowly, starting a sensual pace that isn't fast, but after a while, hits right where you need him the most. "Kookie, ah, r-right-ah..." You moan when he brushes up against your sweet spot. "Right there?" He asks, and you nod. He shifts, moving so your bottom half is resting more on his legs, his arms moving under your legs, pushing them up closer to your chest.

He pushes in again, hitting the spot directly, smirking when he gets another moan from you. "Perfect. So fucking perfect, baby." He groans, thrusting into you again. It only takes a few more thrusts before he's cursing under his breath, pulling out of you. You pout as you watch him, his face flushed, his angry cock leaking precum as he sits there, catching his breath. "You didn't, uh..." You ask, hoping he gets where you're going with it. "Oh, no, I was about to though. Um, here, I have an idea." He says. He moves to sit with his back against the wall, motioning for you to come join him. You kneel next to him expectantly, him smiling sweetly.

"Baby, do you think you could ride me?" He asks softly. You smile, nodding before swinging your leg over his lap. His hands run over your hips as you reach down, grabbing his cock and guiding it to you before sinking down on it. "Ugh, fuck." He moans, his head falling back against the wall. You start to move up and down on him, continuing the pace he had set before. You can tell you're probably not going to last much longer either, the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. He leans forward, placing soft kisses on your neck, shoulders, and chest as his hands roam your lower half, soothingly rubbing your ass and thighs.

His hands move higher up to your back, and you gasp as his finger tips gently graze down your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, your walls twitching around him. "Shit." He moans before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you to his lips, kissing you passionately while his hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, making you shiver. His hand stays there while the other traces over your back more, your moans and whimpers getting higher, the gentle touches sending you into a frenzy. "Mmf, Ju-mmm..." You moan into his mouth, your high coming all too quickly. He pulls his mouth away from you, letting your sounds bounce off the wall, mixed with his own moans.

"Jungkook, I'm-" "I know, baby, ah, just, ah little, mo-ah-" He groans, lifting you off of him quickly as he releases, coating your thighs and his stomach, your own high not hitting you. He sees you pout and quickly moves into action, pushing you down onto the bed before you can lose the feeling, his body dipping down, his mouth quickly latching to your dripping core. "Jungkook! Ah, oh, my god!" You cry out, his tongue working over you quickly, flicking against your clit harshly to bring you back to your end. His mouth feels so good on you that it only takes about a minute before you cum all over his tongue, him lapping up everything before pulling away, licking his lips before smirking. "Are you okay, baby?" He asks, smiling. You sigh, smiling, covering your face with your arm, a bit embarrassed now.

"Hey, sh, come on." He cooes, moving your arm and leaning over you. "You did such a good job. You're so amazing. Come on, why don't we get you cleaned up?" He asks softly. He gets off the bed, fixing his shorts before digging in his drawer, grabbing a pair of clothes. "Come on." He calls to you softly, reaching his hand out to you. You grab your blanket, wrapping yourself up before following him out of the room, heading to the bathroom.

He grabs two towels out of the hall closet before leading you into the bathroom, turning on the light and closing the door behind you. He sets the clothes and towels down before turning the water on, making sure it's the right temperature before switching it to shower mode. He turns to you, smiling. Rubbing your shoulders, he moves the blanket away, letting it fall to the floor around you. A small sigh leaves his lips as he looks you up and down. "I don't think I'll ever get over how beautiful you are." His words send a blush across your cheeks. He kisses your cheek, smiling. "Alright, let's get you clean."

He helps you into the shower, the warm water flowing over your body, Jungkook's chest pressed to your back. He grabs the body wash, squeezing some into his hand before placing his hands flat on your body, rubbing the body wash onto your skin. You moan softly as he kisses your shoulders, your head falling back onto his. He whispers compliments to you, saying how good you were for him and how beautiful you are, warming your heart.

Once he's done washing you off he cleans himself quickly before turning the water off, helping you out before wrapping you in a towel. You both dry yourselves off and get dressed. "So, I can still sleep in your bed, right?" You ask teasingly. "Are you kidding me? As far as I'm concerned, you can sleep in my bed every night." He replies, making you giggle. You're still laughing as you open the bathroom door, Jungkook following you out, but you stop as you see six men standing in the living room, smiling at the both of you leaving the bathroom together.

"Yes! My plan worked!" Taehyung shouts, throwing his hands in the air triumphantly. Your cheeks turn bright red as you turn, burying your face in Jungkook's chest. "Come on, Y/N. You guys can stop staring now." Jungkook mutters before grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you to his room, where he spends the rest of the night comforting you and making you feel not so embarrassed.

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lousimusician · 6 years

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Cheater -- Part 2

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Warning: Sexual harassment, violence

A/N: I wanted to get this out sooner but I've been so busy recently. So sorry for the wait

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It had been three months since you caught Tom. Three months since you walked out on him forever.

You hadn't seen him since that day. You had been relying on Tom's money for so long, you had to stay over a friend's house until you made enough money to rent an apartment.

It had been hard, but you refused to go back to him. Leaving him had its perks. You didn't have to live in fear for his or your own life anymore, you got to focus on your education, and you got to fix old friendships you lost. Overall, you felt like a normal person for once.

But at the same time, you were in so much pain. The two of you were engaged. You were supposed to get married. You loved him, you didn't believe you could ever love someone that much again. He made you feel beautiful and loved. He was a drug that you had been addicted to, and at some points you believed the withdrawal symptoms would kill you. But you were strong, and you wouldn't run back to him.

Tom on the other hand had been doing much worse than you had. Nothing in Tom's life brought him joy. You were always the one to make him genuinely happy. So with you gone from his life without a single word, he had lost himself in his work. He gained more and more enemies every day because of it. The more money and power he gained was never enough, he was insatiable, craving something that would make the pain a little more bearable. And he found that one thing that made the pain lessen, was to make sure you were safe. He had you followed, had tabs kept on you every week. He knew everything. He even knew that you had gotten a little better from the break up every week while he continued to worsen.

Tom sighed, throwing the papers down on his desk and leaning back into his seat. Frenetic knocking sounded from his office door.

"Come in," Tom shouted, annoyed.

The doors swung open revealing one of his men. "Sir, (Y/N) was kidnapped." The man panted.

Tom's eyes widened and he stood up abruptly. "Go and get Harrison."

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(Three hours earlier)

You laughed at your friend who decided to visit you at the bar you worked at.

"You actually made him cry?" You laughed.

Your friend nodded her head, "Yeah, it was so funny. Like why be in a debate class and not be able to carry your own argument. He got so frustated he literally stood there and started crying."

"I'm impressed Liza-" You noticed someone sitting down at the bar. "I'll be right back." You said nodding towards the man's direction. She nodded back taking a sip of her drink.

You approached the man nonchantly. "Anything I can get for you?"

The man seemed a little strange, and it was hard to see his face since it was covered by his hood. He lifted his head glancing at your nametag. "Nothing right now, (Y/N)." He said as an unsettling grin formed on his lips.

"Um, alright. Just call if you want something." You hurried away. You felt your heart beat quicken.

You weren't stupid, you had met plenty of terrifying men while you were with Tom. The only question was if this man was part of a mob or just some creep.

"You okay?" Your friend asked as you approached her. "You look pale."

"I'm- I'm fine. Uh, so what were you saying before?"

The rest of the night seemed to go by smoothly enough, about an hour after you spoke to the unsetting man he had left, making you feel much better.

It had gotten pretty late and unfortunately you were the one that was left to close that night. You finished wiping down the bar and all of the tables.

"So, Tom Holland, huh?"

You snapped your head towards the bar, your eyebrows furrowing. It was the same man from before. "How-?"

"That lock." He nodded towards the door. "Child's play. Now, I'm very interested in you (Y/N). Would never peg a girl like you to go around fucking men in the mafia. I see why he would fuck you, though." He said raking his eyes up and down your body.

You scoffed, and crossed your arms. "It was one man. And we're not together anymore so I can't help you with whatever it is you want."

"Oh, but sweetheart. I think you can." He said standing up.

A flash caught your eye and you found a gun hanging loosley from his hand. Of course there was a gun. There was always a gun.

He came closer and slowly began circling around you. You stood completely still. "You two were supposed to get married weren't you?" You nodded. "And it turns out Tommyboy is still in love with you."

You felt your heart jump. Of course you were terrified for your life, but Tom still had this power over your heart.

"Oh what's this? You're blushing. Do you still love him too?"

You swallowed nervously. "No, I hate him."

"Hm, I don't believe you-."

"What do you want? You're not really here to talk about my love life, so what do you want?"

"Ooh, okay, I think I'm starting to understand why Holland likes you so much. You're firey. But you're right, what I'm actually here is for leverage."

"Wha-?" But before you could finish, you felt the butt of the gun slam into your head and you were out.

"She's pretty isn't she?"

"Keep it in your pants, that's not what she's here for."

"Yeah but still. Do y'think the boss will let us have a little fun with her before we have to kill her."

"Shut the fuck up and do your job, alright."

"Well he isn't wrong." A third voice interjected. "Holland was a lucky bastard."

You slightly groaned, as you blinked your eyes open, your head pounding. You lifted your head finding the three men that had been speaking, circling around you.

"Good morning, princess. How's your head?" You recognized this voice from the first man that had spoken. He was tall with black hair.

"Don't call me princess."

The two other men laughed. "I'm gonna get the boss. James come with me." The more serious one said before leaving the room with James leaving you alone with the black haired man.

"So you were really gonna marry Holland?" He asked, but you looked away from him and ignored what he said. "Tell me why a girl who seems so obviously innocent would go for a freak like Holland. Hm? Is it cause you like it rough, cause sweetheart if you like it rough, I can have you cumming in seconds."

"You're disgusting. I'd never let you touch me." You spat.

The man slowly started to approach you. Once he reached you, he gripped your chin pulled your face close to his. "Such a filthy mouth." He grinned in amusement. "Did Holland let you speak to him like that or do you like to be put in your place." He leaned in closer so his lips were by your ear. "I bet you're a dirty little slut betwee-"

"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you." An all too familiar voice said.

Both your head and the man's snapped towards the door seeing Tom and Harrison standing there covered in blood with raised guns pointed at the man.

The man stood up, "Holl-" but before he could finish both Tom and Harrison shot him dead.

"T-Tom?" You choked out.

"Shh, darling, I've got you." He said, walking over and untying you from the chair you were in. Once the tape was off, you pulled Tom into you, and hugged him tightly, despite the blood that was on him.

You hated him so much but you also loved him and seeing him after being kidnapped all logic left you. You cried into him as he held you tightly to him. You hated to admit how much you really missed him.

"Let's get you out of here, darling."

You sat across from Tom in the back of his car. Harrison was driving.

Neither of you said a word, as you gazed out the window and as Tom took glances at you.

"...Thanks for saving me." You mumbled.

"Of course, da-"

"But just so you know. I still really fucking hate you."

Tom sighed. "I figured as much."

"How did you know where I was?"

"I...I've had some of my men watch you since you left."

You snapped your head towards him. "You what?"

"I had to keep tabs on you. I'm still in love with you y'know. And my business is messy, I wanted to make sure you were safe." You stayed silent understanding his reasoning. "...Just so you know, I really miss you princess. If it means anything, I haven't had sex with another woman since you've left."

You scoffed. "Nice to know you only have sex with other women when you're with me."

He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. "Come on darling, please. I need you so much, please just come back."

"...You really fucked up Tom."

"I know, but it'll never happen again, it should've never happened in the first place. I was a fucking idiot. I love you so much, I don't know how to function without you and you're all I think about and it kills me that I don't get to see your beautiful face anymore. Please, give me one more chance."

You gave Tom a pained look. You were so confused. You sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking.

"Fine, this is how it's going to go." Tom perked up. "Basically, you destroyed the last five years we've been together. So if you want to get back together we're starting on square one again. Which means I'm not moving back in, we're not going to have sex for a long time, and we're obviously not going to get married anymore, until you can build my trust back."

Tom nodded, "Yes, please, I'll do anything you want."

"And Tom, I swear if you do anything to break my heart like that again, you will never see me again."

"I will never break your heart again. I can't live without you."

"Then... I guess we're back together."

He smiled widely. "I guess we are."

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lovemecharlie · 5 years

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Five Months In.

Charlie's Gender Reveal x Kristina the FreakyThief finds a new love 💕

Charlie felt like she was on her period almost, but without the blood and once her belly had grown to a noticeable size, suddenly everyone in her life was an expert on pregnancy and babies, feeling the need to tell her everything they'd ever half-read or heard. Her parents had stories about her childhood for days, odd stories that only Erik wanted to hear so that he could look at her and laugh. He wanted to get slapped, Charlie had the suspicion that he got off on it especially since she'd been a bit more temperamental than usual. Her moods changed quicker than Bastion's outfits. Her clients had helpful tidbits at times, but mostly empty aww's, nosey digging questions, and general knowledge. Nothing for the swelling, constipation, or bloating. She was grateful for the consideration and well wishes, but she wished people would mind their own business in the most polite way possible while keeping their hands to themselves. They weren't at the Apollo and her stomach was not a block of wood people could rub for good luck. Anyway, that was neither here nor there, the day of her gender reveal had arrived and she was determined to have a great day. She felt energized and there was a party to prep for.

"Need help," Erik asked waltzing into the room. He never knocked, he'd always just barge in.. often not even saying anything, just staring out of the window. Sometimes she'd stand next to him and he'd hug her. Those were the times she wondered if he was really okay, though she never asked, she just stood with him. "Nope, I'm feeling pretty decent so I've got this," Charlie smiled casually lifting from the bed to take her shower. Erik walked to her west facing floor to ceiling window. Nearly all of her walls were replaced with windows tinted from the outside. Thick glass stretched horizontally across the room, giving a magnificent sky view, property view, and beyond. He could see everything from her windows, the perfect high perch.

"You know this used to be my office before we met? I used to come in here to think when life, Wakanda, the center, Hennessy, Angéle, Kimora, and that damn Davita," he smirked, "..would get to be too much." He paused looking out and Charlie made her way to his side to stare out as well. "Sometimes they would really raise a nigga blood pressure to the point where I could either snap and do something terrible that I'd regret or I could walk away. It's like the same decision has been presented to me over and over again my whole life and because of the love implanted in me by my father, I've been forced to face these situations head on. Because I loved my wives, I couldn't hurt them like I'd hurt someone else. I'd lock myself in this room and look out these windows reminding myself of why I chose this road. Why I ain't give up in Wakanda? Why do I still push for these folk who act like they don't give a damn when I do it for them? Why I let myself fall in love?"

Charlie simply listened as Erik was transported back in time through his thoughts.

"I want you to know that no matter what happens in this house, you're special to me like this room is special to me. I'm safe with you. Don't think I don't appreciate it and all the times you spent right here with me while I was going through it."

Wordless, Charlie wrapped her arms around his waist, her head against his bare chest. He smelled good.. clean and fresh like rain. His fingers absentmindedly played in her curls as they stood there in silence.

"Can I be your safe place," he asked suddenly, catching Charlie off guard and causing her to realize that other than prayer.. she didn't really have one. She didn't trust anyone enough to be that vulnerable. Did she even trust Erik? She had to think about it. No, she didn't, but if she was going to stay with him, she needed to start. There was a long silence, since she refused to give him a yes that she did not mean and he was patient as he said he'd be.

"..Yes," she finally whispered into his raised skin answering the spoken and unspoken questions between the two of them. On her return to the household, she'd promised she'd try to make the marriage work and this was taking a giant step in the right direction. She hoped she wouldn't regret it.

The shower was exactly what her body needed and when she emerged towel-wrapped and hair wet, Erik was still there at her window. She approached and he did a double take, taking in the wet curls draping over her shoulders and her glistening skin. As if forgetting the thoughts he'd been tangled in, he tilted her head back kissing her on the forehead and lips before halting her with his hands in the air. "Wait here, I'll be right back," he stressed before jogging off. When he returned a minute or so later, she was sitting on the bed, waiting. He held out a garment bag and what he unveiled was a jumpsuit. An iridescent champagne colored jumpsuit with a long bejeweled train glowing from the waist. It was beautiful.

"This is for me?" Charlie leaped inspecting the garment. It was precisely her style.

"Try it on," Erik grinned full of pride, helping her into it. It was a perfect tapered and comfortable fit with space for her growing belly. She looked in the mirror, her smile wide as he stood behind her adding a chunky diamond choker set in more diamonds in rose gold. "Don't worry," he rushed watching her expression, "I'll return it if you don't wanna keep it, but for today let me ice you out. Then you can trade it for a mountain of haircare products or whatever it is you splurge on."

She laughed. She splurged on gifts. The Kompound was bougie and fancy as hell. Diamond this and that, cars on cars.. She couldn't buy them Calvin Klein. Calvin Klein??? She'd be shot! No, she saved her coins and splurged on holidays so that she could afford the big brands.

"I'm a spoil my lil monster when she comes. She finna be the iciest baby all because her mama wanna be plain."

"You can spoil our SON however you wanna spoil our SON, HE's our SON," Charlie grinned.

"Like I said, my PRINCESS will get the south pole around her neck."

"Poor polar bears," Charlie chuckled admiring her sparkling reflection. She needed to beat her face and throw on some heels, although her feet were swollen. She wondered if she could jam them into some heels.

"Just wear flats," he chuckled dropping some sparkly flat shoes near her feet.

"I want heels. This look needs heels!" Her hands posed on her hips, she was feeling herself, standing on her toes.

"As clumsy as you are without them? I don't need a reason to worry. Angel's pregnancy stressing me enough."

"How are you holding up?"

He looked at her like he had just run a marathon and was out of breath, shaking his head.

"Damn," she grimaced. "It'll be worth it. Once the twins get here and she's given birth, she will heal and you will too. You'll be able to show her all the love you've been afraid to and the twins will help you."

"I'm scared, Charlie. I need her around. I don't know what I'll do if... I can't.. I can't do this shit without her-"

"I know. She'll be okay," Charlie smiled holding his chin in her hand, "She will!!! You'll be okay. You'll look back on all of this and it'll be another segment of your crazy life that you've fought through. You're Killmonger! If anyone can make it through this rough stage, it's you. Positive thoughts. In fact, let's go see Angel right now."

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The time had come and Charlie's face was finally beat, her hair twisted with added hair in a long ponytail. She felt like a badass intergalactic fairy. Erik wore white, his vest accented with the same champagne iridescent material. The wives, Kristina, and Davita wore variations from the same color family from champagne to white to silver to lavender.. as did the extended family for the most part. Diamonds dangled all over and everyone was beautiful. The event was in the massive backyard near the lush garden where the large gazebo stood overgrown and taken over by flowers. The DJ mixed oldies like Frankie Beverly and Earth Wind & Fire with new music from the likes of Sango, H.E.R, Khalid, MNEK, etc. There was even a sprinkling of some lit gospel, something for everybody. People drank, laughed, danced, and feasted on a spread produced by the mansion's kitchen staff. Of course, Josphine and Kristina had to contribute a few gems like cobblers and pies because they had a specific way of making them that couldn't be duplicated.

When the games came, the guests got even louder and Charlie was grateful that Erik owned so much land, the neighbors were far away. "It's a boy, her stomach is low!" "She a little fatter in the middle, it's a girl." "It's gotta be a boy!" "No, the baby's too high, she's a girl!" Charlie earhustled as the loud debates went on and Erik being the hustler that he was took bets causing Charlie to roll her eyes. Nakia insisted that the baby was a girl siding with Erik while T'Challa refused to comment. Nakia's sideeye kept him from disagreeing. The wives refrained from comment too, already aware of the baby's gender since they'd set up the reveal.

"Travante!" Charlie yelled, waving excitedly when she noticed the chocolate man appear in white and silver, his smile the whitest of all.

Erik's brow raised as he watched the exchange from a short distance away, his ears listening hard as he watched her lips trying to read them. He decided to trust that Charlie knew what she was doing while he socialized, but he still stayed close.

"I'm glad you could make it," Charlie grinned giving Tre a loving side hug and dragging him to meet the other wives. "Y'all this is THE Trevante. Trevante, this is Hennessy, Kimora, her sister Davita, Bastion.."

"I've seen you before," he pointed to her and she grinned, swishing her dress, flattered.

"This is Aly'Sha, Ryley, Angel.."

"Wow! I've heard about you. I'm glad you're doing better.. and you look stunning. You strong as hell," he gaped and Angel's warm smile made him smile.

"Aight nigga," Erik spoke in warning stepping back to Angel's side in her tricked out Chanel inspired black and gold wheelchair. He was being extremely patient and Charlie was proud, giving his hand a squeeze as she smiled at Tre. Tre nodded, calm and understanding.

"And this is Josephine, Homie, and where is... oh there she is!" Charlie grinned. Over by the dessert table was Kristina making sure everything remained presentable and attractive. She wore a champagne sequined one- shoulder dress that fit her like a second skin, her cleavage sparkling and her full and flowing. "Kristina," Charlie yelled waving her over. The second she spotted Trevante, her eyes focused in on his face and she swallowed.

"This is our little bee, Kristina. Little bee, meet Trevante," Charlie gestured. Kristina's face flushed and Trevante grinned. It was an instant connection that Charlie felt. She could see the chemistry creating bonds on their eyes. It made her feel like playing Cupid.

"Aow SHIT," Charlie yelled dropping her glass of sparkling cider. It shattered and Erik pulled her away quickly from the glass. As he was about to bend to pick it up, she gripped him hard pausing him. "Tre, would you mind going to find a staff member to clean this up? Check in the house. Kristina, could you escort him so that he knows where to go? I'm so clumsy, wow. I can't believe I did that.. Sheesh!"

Watching the two walk away toward the house, Charlie saw the visual herself and Erik in the early stages and it made her smile.

"Okay, Cupid," Erik grinned, "I see you."

"See what happens when you trust me," she mused.

As the festivities continued, the moment everyone had been waiting for finally came. Charlie was so anxious with excited energy that Erik had to rub her arms and he was just as antsy. "Are you excited, are you excited, are you excited?" Charlie bounced.

"AHH," good his eyes widened before he shook his head laughing out the excess energy.

"Look at you, you shook boy," Hennessy teased. "We already know the gender, it's fun watching you sweat," Ryley laughed enjoying the flustered Erik. He put up a playful middle finger, pacing and Charlie could see him taking deep breaths. "As long as it's healthy," she mouthed and he nodded picking up the bedazzled handgun and aiming it at the target set up free and clear in the distance, a large white balloon with 'Charlie & Erik' written on it in black script. She picked up the identical gun laid out for her and aimed it at the large black balloon with the same writing in white.

"You ready, C?"

Charlie made sure her aim was on point. "Let's go get'em!"

The guns fired simultaneously and both balloons popped flaring into two pink explosions. Erik dropped the gun, not knowing what to do with himself as his arms swung across his body.

"TOLD YO ASS," he grinned with an aggressive index pointing, eyes wet. Charlie wiped his eyes nodding. She was speechless, her own eyes wide in shock. She really thought it was a boy, but she was happy regardless. Nakia could be heard in the crowd telling M'Baku to pay up and all of the wives congratulated the happy couple one at a time followed by the party-goers, some of them very drunk. It was a perfect moment.

"Daka," Charlie whispered in Erik's ear with a humored expression once they caught a break, "Where did the little bee and Trevante go? Did they ever come back?" Erik grinned rubbing his beard and shaking his head before looking to the house. They'd been MIA for a while.

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everything-tmnt · 6 years

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I'm Right Here

"Take a deep breath, it'll be okay. I have to be strong," you say to yourself over and over again hoping it will help calm you down. You were curled up on your bed, tears staining your pillow case and a million thoughts going through your head. Leo was missing.

The guys went out on their nightly patrol and ran into some foot ninjas. Correction, a shit ton of foot ninjas and shredder. It was an ambush. They fought hard, but had to retreat and go their separate ways knowing to meet back at the lair. Everyone made it back but Leo. Donnie had called you asking if he was over at your place, and when you said no, he told you come to the lair. Your stomach turned to knots, you knew something bad happened by the sound of Donnie's voice. Once you got to the lair and they explained everything that happened, you couldn't decided if you were more sad, worried, or scared. They told you to go back to your apartment in case he shows up there and they would let you know if he showed up at the lair. That was last night, it had been 24 hours and your Leo was still missing.

Your phone rang and Mikey's name popped up. "Hello" you say trying to control your heart rate. "We haven't heard anything yet. Raph and Donnie are out combing the streets and sewers," Mikey says sadly. More tears begin to fall down your cheek, you didn't even know how to respond to him. "Y/n it's going to be alright, Leo is strong and brave, he'll come back to us," he tries to say in a happier voice. "I know Mikey, I'm just worried," you say laying back down on your bed. "We're worried too, I'll let you know if I hear anything, stay strong angle," Mikey says and hangs up.

It's been four hours since Mikey called you and still no word. The sun was going to be rising soon so the guys would have to go back down to the lair. "Where are you Leo," you say softly, tears starting to make their way down your face again. "I'm right here love," you heard Leo say as you jumped out of bed. You ran to him wrapping your arms around him crying into his chest. Leo picked you up and pulled you as close as possible to him without hurting you. Leo started rubbing your back, "shh y/n, it's okay. I'm here," Leo whispers into your ear. Leo walks over to your bed and sits down placing you in his lap. You're still clinging to his chest to afraid that if you let go, he'll disappear again. "Sweetheart look at me," Leo says trying to tilt your chin up. You shake your head no and grab him tighter. "Love I'm okay, I'm here," Leo says while slightly moving your head so your ear was over his heart, "listen, that's my heart, I'm okay y/n." You sat there for a few more minutes listening to his heart beat. It soothed you and helped you stop crying. You finally lifted your head off his chest and looked up at him. He had bruises on his face and a few cuts here and there. "There's those beautiful eyes," Leo says smiling down at you. "I was worried about you, we had no idea if you were okay or what happened," you say staring up at Leo. He moved his hand to your face gently wiping away your tears, "I'm sorry I worried you love, a lot happened and I had to lay low. It was to dangerous going back to the lair or to your apartment," Leo says hoping you will understand. "There's nothing in this world that would ever keep me from coming back to you," he says leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead. "I love you so much Leo, please don't ever scare me like that again," you say with a soft smile. "I promise I won't, I love you too," Leo says leaning in again and placing a kiss on your lips. You pull away and look out your window. The sun was coming up, "I guess you're stuck here till the sun goes back down," you smile at him knowing that he would be spending the rest of the day with you; where you knew he is safe.

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