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sageandravens · 11 months

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Patience - Something

Summary: Bucky and Sunshine’s first meeting

Featuring: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and Tony Stark

Word count: 1997

Warnings: Bucky being self deprecating. Tony being smug ass.

This was it. This is where all the hard work you’ve completed led you. All the sacrifices you’ve made to reach your goal has finally brought you to were you wanted to be in your career. Your background in Special Forces Night Stalkers Unit and your time in the CIA had caught the eye of Nick Fury, after all the constant training and tests and interviews, you found yourself staring at the grand building that was the Avengers compound. Pride swelling within your chest, this one achievement outshining all the others you have accomplished in the past.

To say that you were eager was an understatement. Your body vibrated with unrestrained excitement about meeting the people responsible for saving the world. People you had admired for their accomplishments. People you get to call your coworkers and maybe one day, your friends.

You carried on, practically skipping your way to the entrance of the building. Reaching the entrance, you smoothed your hands down the yellow knee length pencil skirt and adjusted your white blouse of the imaginary wrinkles that the nerves in your mind believed were there. With one last tug of your skirt, you plastered on a smile and walked to reception.

The receptionist had you sit on a nearby bench as she called to inform of your arrival. You smiled and greeted at whoever glanced your way and chatted with the receptionist in between her calls, your politeness helping you to pass the time.

“So, you’re the new recruit?” An amused voice snapped you out of your conversation with the receptionist. Looking to your left your eyes widened as they landed on Tony Stark himself.

“Mr. Stark! You’re leading my orientation?” You mentally slapped yourself as you straightened your posture. “I mean, yes, yes I’m the new recruit.” You offered your hand to the billionaire, internally holding back your excitement.

Ironman! Oh my god, oh my GOD.

“When I went over your file, I didn’t expect someone who was the personification of puppies and rainbows.” Stark stated. You quirked a brow at him.

“I was observing you from our security system on my way here.” He shrugged like it was no big deal for him.

“Ok, Bubbles. Let’s get this show on the road.” You grinned back at him, following his lead as he explained the workings of the compound and the work you will be doing within its walls. The whole time absorbing all the information that he spewed, asking questions, and matching him snark for snark.

Tony gave you a very grandiose tour of the facility, which you didn’t expect anything less considering his reputation. He showed you the gym, the dining facilities, the offices and the briefing rooms in the compound. Along the way, he had introduced you to some of the Avengers that you will be working closely with.

You hit it off immediately with Steve, who had congratulated you on joining the team and looked forward to working on missions with you in the future. You beamed at his praise and thanked him for being so welcoming.

Natasha took a little longer to warm up to you. Upon introductions she had stared you down while giving you a once over, making you feel as if she was trying to seek out anything that made you suspicious. She stepped back giving a nod to Tony.

“She’s good, welcome to the team.” You blinked at the abruptness of her departure, watching her as she walked down the hallway.

“You’ll get used to that, Bubbles.”

You and Tony continued on your tour, listening as Tony explained your moving in process. He lead you down another hallway with less foot traffic, you looked around at the various decorative art pieces along the walls, glittering light caught your eye, focusing on its source you saw it reflecting off a tall, muscular man ahead of you.

Reflecting off his metal arm. His very recognizable metal arm.

“Is that who I think it is?” You ask, catching Tony’s attention. He looked in your line sight and raised a brow.

“The arm doesn’t give it away?” You rolled your eyes at Stark. “I’ll introduce you, just don’t expect a warm welcome. He’s still a little frosty.”

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The metallic clang of the weights echoed throughout the gym. Sounds of grunts and bodies hitting the floor mats as agents trained and worked out all around the gym. It was almost mid morning by the time Bucky finally decided to put the weights down, having been in the compounds gym since five in the morning. Another night where a nightmare has plagued his already battered mind, usually, a couple of hours in the gym calmed him down but this particular nightmare he couldn’t seem to shake off.

The screams of the victims. His victims, still echoed in his mind, their horrified faces and their blood that he spilled was a slide show on repeat. The frown on his face deepened, matching the aggravated look on his face.

Frustated, he placed the weights back on the rack with a grunt. Pushing back the lose strands of his hair that escaped from his low bun away from his face he looked around, taking in all the agents around him. It was getting too crowded for his liking, and his anxiety wasn’t letting up, he gathered his items and trudged back to his room within the compound. Hoping a hot shower would ease his frazzled mind.

Bucky stomped through the halls, ignoring the way the agents and other employees quickly moved out of his way with worried looks. He knew they feared him, fearing that he would snap back into his Winter Soldier persona. Worried that whatever deprogramming they did in Wakanda didn’t actually work.

They should fear me. They’d be dumb if they didn’t. His face turned darker at the thought. He continued down the hall towards the elevator reserved for the Avengers that lead to the residential floor. The promise of a long, hot shower to process his racing thoughts and wash away the sweat from his extended workout this morning within a short distance. The hope of finally being away from lingering fearful stares and hushed whispers only an elevator ride away. He placed his hand upon the scanner built into the wall, waiting patiently for elevator to make its descent.

“Hey, Manchurian Canidate!” Bucky groaned at the sound of the irksome nickname. He silently prayed that the elevator doors would open at that second to make his escape. The frown on his face getting even deeper as he realized that his need to be alone was disappearing the closer as they footsteps approached him. Turning around, Bucky accepted his fate, hoping that his post workout odor makes this impending conversation short. Bucky was not in a mood for Starks antics today, or any day at all, really.

“Whoa, you are ripe! You know there are showers in the gym right?” Bucky rolled his eyes and grunted a response. The ding of the elevator announced the arrival of his belated escape plan, turning back around when Bucky entered the elevator and much to his annoyance Tony followed. The movement of someone clad in bright yellow caught his attention, tilting his head up, his eyes focused on the young woman standing next to Stark.

“Oh, by the way.” Tony passively gestures towards you. “This is Y/N. Our new recruit, former sergeant first class. She outranks you.” He added smugly.

Bucky refused to take the bait, giving Tony another short grunt, not even bothering to look at him. You looked at Bucky, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, the sweat clinging to his brow, evidence of his strenuous workout. But, you noticed something behind his blue eyes that spoke of something darker, an emotion that seems to plague him.

“Hi. It’s nice to meet you!” Your peppy voice rang in his ears. The joyfulness of your tone making him wince. He glanced back at you, your (y/e/c) eyes bright matching the smile that graced your lips, your hand reaching past Stark waiting for him to grasp it. Bucky just stared at it.

“Oh, well, I look forward to working with you and the others.” You say, the pep in your voice never faltered. You brought your hand back to your side, you had hoped that being your usually bright self, you would come off as a potential friend to Bucky and break the grumpy exterior Tony warned you about. No luck, not letting Bucky’s rebuff of your greeting bother you. Bucky’s eyes landed on your face once more giving you a confused look.

“I’m excited to learn how you and the rest of the team work together quickly. I know my skills will be of great use to you all. Maybe we’ll be paired up for a mission some time?” His lack of words made you want to fill the silence between you. You were alright with that, you understood that some people weren’t the talking type. Bucky’s stare made you continue on with your rambling.

“Since you know, we both have military experience. I think we would pair well with each other.” You smiled brightly once again.

Bucky continued to stare at you. Completely, blindsided that you continued to look him in the eye and talk to him without fear and worry. Did you not know who he was? Are you confusing him with someone else? Bucky shifted his gym bag on his shoulder, his grip on the strap making the mechanics of his metal arm begin to whir.

Well, if she doesn’t know who I am, she does now. Bucky frowned again.

Stark looked on between you and the living statue that was Bucky, getting some amusement from the completely polar opposite personalities in front of him. He watched on as you continued on with the one sided conversation. Smirking to himself as he watched Bucky become increasingly uncomfortable.

Ding!

Bucky let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as the elevator doors opened. He readjusted his bag, and quickly left, leaving you and Tony in the dust without so much as a goodbye. You watched as he walked away, the tension still present in his shoulders making you frown. He walked with a heaviness, a weight of bottled up emotions and dark thoughts. You recognized that stance, you’ve seen it with some of the soldiers that were under your command after grueling missions.

“Told ya he was still frosty.” Tony placed his hand upon your back guiding you out of the elevator to finish the tour of the compound.

“He’ll warm up to me, I’m sure.” You smiled at Tony with confidence.

“Hope you’re up for a challenge,”

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Later that day Bucky exited his room. Refreshed and gym odor free from his long hot shower. It eased his mind somewhat, pushing back his memories enough to not be distracting. He walked to the communal kitchen of the residential floor, his stomach begging for some leftovers from the night before. Popping in a plate of some leftover fettuccine into the microwave, he leaned against the counter waiting for the time to go off.

Steve sat at the kitchen island across from him, with a cup of coffee in his hand looking at the file in front of him. He glanced over at the file that had his best friend so intrigued. He noticed that it was your file.

“Have you met the new recruit yet?” Steve asked him.

“Yup.” Bucky replied, popping the P. Steve continued to flip through your file, feeling impressed more and more with all of your achievements.

“She’s something, isn’t she?” Steve started with with awe.

Bucky thought of your bright smile, your relaxed and bright presence. He thought of you carrying on introducing yourself, never stopping even if he was not responding. But what he thought of the most was how you didn’t have fear in your eyes.

“Yeah, she’s something.”

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wwinterwitch · 5 months

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rational, irrational — coriolanus snow

summary: the newest peacekeeper in your district can't seem to stay away from you, but you're just having casual fun together...right? pairing: peacekeeper!coriolanus snow x district!fem reader word count: 6.5k tags: smut and fluff, there's plot here, corio being corio, he's all over you the man's desperate, briefly suggestive in public (no one sees tho), specifics about reader (plays guitar, has a mom and dad, wears a dress, is carried by corio and is shorter), i wrote it thinking reader is 20 and he's 21 btw, dry humping, everything's rough and passionate, clothed f/naked m, marking and biting, unprotected p in v, pet names (princess, baby, my beautiful girl), he moans a lot (and whimpers!), reader is an overthinking queen, love confession (mutual)

happy new year my loves, i wish you the happiest 2024!! i'm so so proud of this fic, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it.

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Coriolanus Snow is a very patient guy. So patient, that he sits quietly by one of the corners of that filthy-looking place while you have a good time. He's not really fond of spending time with the people in District Twelve– why would he? Everything about this place makes him nauseous, and he's pretty sure he would've found a way to get back to the Capitol already if it wasn't for you.

You, with your stupid smile and your stupid eyes and your stupid charm that managed to captivate him enough to actually make him want to be here. He may not be a fan of the people from your District, and he might not even be that interested in music at all, but he’s definitely a fan of seeing you enjoy yourself. He’s willing to sit throughout the entire performance because he knows you’re really passionate about your music, and how much you like it when he’s in the crowd to watch you.

The only thing that makes the experience tolerable is getting to see you play your guitar and twirl around in your pretty dress to the sound of the music. Hell, he even thought he was ascending to heaven every time you'd turn to look in his direction, noticing the way your smile would widen when you eventually lock eyes with him.

As soon as you got off the tiny stage, he made his way towards you with the clear intention of getting out of there to finally be alone with you. Before he can even say anything, you notice him approaching and immediately hand your guitar to one of your friends before you practically trot towards him.

There’s a big smile on your face when you’re standing in front of him, immediately pulling him in for a hug as a way of saying hi. He was busy before the show, unfortunately, so you didn’t have the chance to talk to him until now.

“You were incredible up there,” he congratulates you, leaving a quick kiss on the top of your head, his arms keeping you close to him.

Blushing lightly, you rest your head on his chest, allowing the hug to last longer than you initially anticipated before finally taking a step back from him. “Thank you.”

“Sorry I showed up a little late today.” He looks genuinely apologetic, even when you’ve told him countless times he shouldn’t feel pressured to be here every time you’re going to perform. “I wanted to bring you flowers, too, but I didn’t have time.”

You immediately shake your head when you hear him start apologizing. “It’s okay, Coriolanus. You don’t have to explain yourself, really,” you insist like always, because it really isn’t necessary. It’s not like he’s your boyfriend, and even if he were, you wouldn’t want him to feel obligated to do anything for you.

He smiles down at you, silently appreciating the fact that you understand his early absence. Leaning closer again, he puts a hand on the small of your back. “Should we go now?”

The question makes you giggle. He's been like this since the first time the two of you started seeing each other. He's always wanting to spend time with you alone, away from your friends and other people he, again, doesn't care about at all. He's not here in Twelve to make friends, after all.

But even when you’ve always enjoyed his eagerness to get some alone time with you, you promised your friends to hangout with them after the show. "Let me have one drink with my friends and we'll be on our way,” you quickly reply. The look on his face was more than enough to let you know he was not happy about that plan, which makes you take a step closer to him to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "One drink. I promise."

You start walking away before he has time to come up with something to argue back, so he has no other choice but to wait even longer. He kept a serious expression on his face, barely making any attempts to join in on the conversation your friend group was having, even when everyone tried their best to include him in it. He clearly hated the idea of still having to share you with other people.

As much as your friends have expressed their concerns about his behavior, you can't help but enjoy the fact that he seems to be so incredibly obsessed with you. Yes, it's maybe a little too much sometimes, but you actually like it.

You like that he's always touching your body in any possible way, whether it's holding your hand, rounding your waist, or putting a hand at the small of your back. You also like that he's always keeping a watchful eye on you. It's like you're his most prized possession; he just can't risk losing you, so he's always following you around, making sure everyone treats you right and with respect. Whoever dares to mess with what's his would regret it for the rest of their life.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, he just had this need to have you. To know you, to keep you close, to gain your attention. Already used to getting what he wants, he knew it was a matter of time before he managed to do just that. It didn't take long before you were accepting to spend more and more time with him, and from that moment forward he's been glued to your side.

It's still a mystery to you what he, a guy surrounded by privileges and luxuries from the Capitol, is even seeing in you, a nobody from the most disgraceful District. Still, you were surprised by how incredibly attentive he is with you.

Even when he knows he could get in serious trouble, he always manages to sneak away from his duties as a Peacekeeper to spend time with you. He has never ever missed one of your shows. Tigris is always asking about ‘the mystery girl he has a crush on, that she just can’t wait to meet one day’ whenever the two of them manage to talk.

Even your family has questioned you about what the hell you're up to every time you come back home holding a bouquet of azaleas. He used to give you roses, until he learned you actually prefer azaleas– not any azaleas, no, because you like the purple ones over any other of the colors so he's always getting you purple azaleas.

However, no matter how good he treats you or how seemingly obsessed he is, you always remind yourself not to think too much of it, knowing better than to get your hopes up regarding someone like Coriolanus Snow.

Because you have to be realistic here. You’ll always be in District Twelve, but he’ll eventually go back to the Capitol. Neither of you have really wanted to talk about what would happen then, choosing to enjoy the time you get to have together instead, but that doesn’t mean you don’t think about it more and more everyday.

He could promise you many things. That he’ll keep in touch with you, that he’ll find a way to visit, that he’ll never let the distance be an issue. But that’s just stupid. With such a lavish life, surrounded by privileges and important people, it’s only a matter of time before he forgets you even existed.

But it’s okay if he forgets. You’ve come to terms with that ending by now, because it’s part of what you knew you’d have to live with if you decided to get involved with him.

So, even when it’s difficult, you try to remind yourself not to look forward to a future with him because people like you and people like him simply cannot have a future together. The only thing you do allow yourself to think about is that, at least for the time being, he seems to be interested in you and he's ridiculously attractive, so why not having fun while you can?

So Coriolanus waited and waited, until you were putting away your guitar and finishing your third drink –definitely not one, he noticed– to head out the little pub with him. In a matter of seconds, his hand is resting once again on your lower back as he guides you outside, making sure to move people out of the way for you.

He offered to carry your guitar case before grabbing your hand and starting to head towards the forest. Like many times before, the two of you had to sneak around in dark alleys and deserted streets to avoid being seen. No one should be going into the forest at night, especially if we’re talking about a young girl with a Peacekeeper all by themselves.

"Stop it!" you warn him in a playful whisper when he's grabbing your hips yet again, cornering you against a brick wall in a poorly-lit street. Still, you show barely any resistance or actual annoyance as you wrap an arm around his neck. "We'll get caught."

"So?" he asks with a mischievous grin, leaning closer to you. "If that happens, I'll just make something up." Shrugging, he brushes your worries off as he presses his body to yours, pushing you against the wall. "You really made me wait back there, you know?" he adds in a lower voice, his face impossibly closer, your nose brushing with his. "How do you expect me to behave now when I've been waiting all night to be alone with you?"

That last comment makes you look up at him in a way that encourages him to squeeze your body against the wall even more, making you gasp a little.

Your body is always testing him. He's almost convinced that you know the power you hold over him and completely take it to your advantage. This is definitely one of those times, because you've decided to wear that dress he loves so much on you and you just keep looking up at him with that doe-eyed look that's making it really difficult to keep himself under control.

He settles for a kiss for now, pressing his lips to yours in a way that perfectly shows how much he's needing you. He holds your face with one hand, his tongue immediately moving past your lips and inside your mouth to deepen the kiss. Your legs almost tremble when he captures your lower lip between his teeth before pulling back entirely, a small smirk adorning his lips when he locks eyes with you again because he knows he's not the only one that's forgetting you're in the middle of a street.

Yes, he's down bad, but he's also aware of the effect he has on you and he loves watching it reflected on your face.

He lets out a low chuckle when you eventually push him away from you, deciding to continue the walk to the forest, grabbing your hand again to guide you through the narrow streets and making sure to keep an eye out to avoid getting caught.

"What did you tell your parents this time?" he asks, the playful tone in his voice evident. You didn't need to see his face to know he was grinning.

"Sleepover," you simply say, blushing.

"Again?"

The little chuckle that escapes his lips makes you blush even more, lightly hitting his arm with your available hand. "Would you prefer I tell them I'm sneaking into the forest with you?"

There's a brief silence, and for a second you thought that was it regarding that conversation, until you hear him speak again. "Do you think they'd like me?"

You're not entirely sure where that question is coming from. At first you thought it was just another little comment to tease you, but when you look up at him you notice the expression on his face. He genuinely seems serious about it, and he briefly looks down at you before looking ahead, seemingly intrigued by your answer.

Would your parents like him? Perhaps your mom will be thrilled that you found someone because you've rarely ever talked to her about anyone potentially capturing your interest in a romantic way. Even if you reveal that he’s a guy from the Capitol. You can already picture her bombarding Corio with compliments, and the thought of them meeting actually makes you visibly smile.

But your dad might be a completely different story. He's always talking about how much he hates the Capitol, after all. And the fact that he almost got in trouble with the Peacekeepers recently might be another strong indicator that perhaps he'll have his reservations about someone like him dating you.

But he's not being serious about this, you tell yourself. This is his way of teasing you, of course.

Still, the look on his face stops you from being entirely playful about your answer, because despite your brain trying to remind you to be realistic about the nature of your relationship, part of you fears he really wants to know what you have to say.

"I don't know," you eventually reply, voice a lot lower than you expected. "Perhaps your charm can persuade them too."

You notice him smile after your last comment, but you don't know if that answer was enough for him. Maybe it wasn't. "I'm sure I can find a way to win them over," he replies as confident as ever. Again, you're not sure if he's just joking or not. Thankfully, he doesn't say anything else about it and you decide to stay quiet too.

Already in the forest, it was practically impossible to get his hands away from your body. You had to walk with his arms around you, his lips occasionally pressing against your temple, neck or the side of your face. If you managed to slip from his grip even for the shortest of instances, he'd grab your arm and pull you back into his embrace.

It's only fair that he gets to hold you close to him as much as he wants. He has been patient enough for you, after all. He stayed in that bar to watch you have fun with your friends while you barely paid any attention to him. Do you really expect him to keep waiting until you reach that stupid cabin? Not a chance. Not when he's been waiting to be alone with you for hours.

The two of you finally reach the cabin and he only moves away from your body to open the door for you, his eyes hungrily trailing down your body as you walk inside. That goddamn dress looks just so good on you, his hands are practically shaking in anticipation as he closes the door behind him.

You turn around to look at him with a soft smile, watching as he carefully places your guitar case on the floor, leaving it resting against a wall before walking towards you. He's immediately grabbing your face with his hands, pulling you in for a kiss so incredibly desperate that it almost makes your legs tremble.

He's always been like this– passionate, devoted, needy. He kisses you like your mouth is the air he needs in order to stay alive. He takes a few steps backwards until he's once again cornering you against the wall, and the way he presses his body against yours with urgency isn't doing much to help your poor state.

"Corio..." you whisper, surrounded by the darkness of the cabin, seeing his features illuminated by the moonlight coming from one of the windows. He takes his time to look at you– really look at you, marveling at how your eyes are reflecting all the raw emotions he's feeling right now in this very moment with you. The way your body silently expresses your need for him to continue, how your chest rises and falters faster than usual.

But he also focuses on other things. Things you probably don't even know he'll be thinking about when he looks at you like this. Because he also takes a second to admire how unbelievably beautiful you are and the way your body fits so perfectly against his. He even has the time to realize how fast his own heart is beating, that foreign feeling that keeps appearing within him every time he's near you completely overtaking him.

You gasp softly when one of his hands lifts your dress, enough to reach your thigh as he squeezes your flesh with a low groan. "You made me wait all night," he mutters, sounding genuinely upset at this still– offended, even. "I went to see your little concert to be with you, and that's how you pay me? Just ignoring me?"

"I didn't–"

"You did," he insists, and despite the anger and frustration in his voice, you know he's not really directing any of those emotions at you. Or at least not entirely. He's just really desperate to be with you, to feel more of what you have to offer.

There's a brief pause where Coriolanus is taking his chance to move his hand from your thigh to your ass, urging your hips forward to meet his half-way. You let out a soft moan, he smirks devilishly. "I don't think that was very nice of you."

Shortly after that last comment, he's leaning down to press his lips on your neck. Every kiss is sloppy, hurried, desperate, his hand on your ass urgently pushing you forward while he presses his growing bulge against your lower stomach.

The low moans escaping his lips makes you shiver, gripping his biceps while you tilt your head back against the wall to expose more of your neck to him.

His teeth dig into your flesh, making you moan louder. "I'm sorry..." you mutter in a breathless voice, feeling his frustration in the way he's handling your body. "I'm sorry..."

He completely ignores your apologies, much more preoccupied on kissing down your neck towards your collarbone. Your back arches when his lips trail lower, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your cleavage.

The hand on your ass moves to the back of one of your thighs, lifting your leg up until your knee is practically leveling with his hips, aligning your bodies better. The gesture exposes you just enough, creating the perfect angle for him to grind against you properly.

He moves back to watch your reaction as he rocks his hips forward, his clothed erection pressing against the fabric of your underwear in a delicious friction. Your broken moan echoes in the empty cabin, combined with the groan of pure ecstasy that escapes his lips.

"All night," he repeats through gritted teeth. "All fucking night you had me waiting."

You didn't reply. If you tried to say you didn't, he'd argue back. If you tried to apologize, he wouldn't listen. Unlike what many would think, you've genuinely got to know him during his stay in your district. You know it's better to just shut up and let him win, at least sometimes– especially times like this when he's making you feel so good and you don’t really have the strength or mind to insist.

He's probably the most stubborn person you'll ever meet. There's no way of ever making him change his mind about anything. But you like him just like that.

He's kissing your lips again, just as desperate as before, hungrily claiming your mouth. Without moving back from the kiss, he grabs your other leg to fully lift you off the ground. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist, keeping your hands on his shoulders for support while he walks towards the couch that's in front of the empty fireplace with you in his arms.

He gently places your body on top of the couch, making sure you're comfortable as he moves back from you. A soft smirk appears on his lips when his eyes meet yours. With desperate hands and rushed movements, he starts removing the jacket of his Peacekeeper uniform, and you watch in silent appreciation as he removes his clothing on top of you.

First it was the jacket, then it was the plain white t-shirt he was wearing underneath, barely giving you time to admire his torso before he's leaning down to kiss you, continuing the heavy and passionate make out.

You run your hands up and down his back, careful not to be too rough with the way your fingers trace his skin. Even when the injuries on his back have healed completely, you were still fearful of hurting him.

Unlike you, Coriolanus is anything but gentle. One of his hands keeps a strong grip on your hip, pinning you down to the worn-out couch. The other moves up your frame, groping your breasts to his will. Still, despite the roughness of it all, there's an undeniable sense of care in the way he treats you. He holds onto you so tight because he physically can't bring himself to hold you in any other way, and because he knows you like that extra pressure his strong hands provide whenever he touches your body.

He'll never ever keep a strong grip on you like this with the intention of hurting you. It's not meant to hurt, but to show you through his touch how badly he needs to feel your body. How he can't function properly if he's not keeping you close. How he wants to make sure you're actually there with him, making him feel like this, and that you won't disappear into thin air to leave him completely alone. He can't let you disappear. He won't be able to live if you go.

The familiar sound of his belt echoes in the room, and you don't need to pull away from the kiss and look down to know he's urgently trying to get rid of the barrier of clothing separating your bodies.

"Take your panties off," he ordered in a rushed voice, moving back just enough to look at you. The huge amount of urgency hidden behind his captivating blue eyes makes you blush despite yourself, marveling at how he’s able to give you an instruction but still look like he’s pleading for it. "You can keep the dress on, though," he adds not too long after, taking another look down your body appreciatively. "It looks so pretty on you."

You immediately do as told. He gives you just enough space to reach under your dress to slide your panties down your legs while he finishes undoing his belt, starting to unzip his pants now.

It's actually a lot harder to remove your underwear than you initially anticipated, struggling to fully get rid of them at first due to your boots. He quickly notices it, helping to take them off before finally getting rid of your panties.

Waiting not-so-patiently (a thing you might have in common with him, apparently), you watch as Coriolanus focuses back on unzipping his pants, hurriedly sliding them down his legs along with his boxers. You barely catch a glimpse of his rigid cock before he's lifting one of your legs up again, pressing his body against yours and giving you absolutely no time to react as he's filling you up in one swift, hard thrust of his hips.

A shuddering moan of pure relief escapes his lips when he's finally able to feel your heat surrounding him. He holds onto your body for dear life, burying his face in your neck, needing to feel you close to him while he stays balls-deep inside you for a second. Savoring it, cherishing it, thanking whatever it was that put you in his life, trying to remember exactly how it feels to be like this with you just in case you ever decide to keep him waiting again.

Not at all ready for such intrusion, you let out a pathetic little whimper that makes the moment that much enjoyable for him. You hold tightly onto his body as well, your palms pressed to his shoulder blades, brows furrowed in both pleasure and slight discomfort.

"Fucking–" he grunts, breathlessly, feeling like the happiest man on earth right now, "missed this."

He starts to move, slowly sliding his cock out of you before slamming back inside with such force that it makes you whimper out loud once again. Every beautiful sound coming out of your mouth drives him even more insane, encouraging him to do whatever he possibly can to keep them coming.

An almost animalistic groan escapes his lips when he feels you biting onto his shoulder. Your teeth sinking into his skin like that makes him lose the little self-control he had left, the movements of his hips only increasing as they become quicker, rougher. It's practically impossible to think any coherent thoughts or try to speak, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock fucking you relentlessly, aggressively, desperately.

Coriolanus fucks you like his life depends on it. Like he's been deprived of your body for years. Like it's the last time he'll ever get the chance to do it so he's forced to make the most of it. He leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck, drawing a particularly lovely moan when you feel him suck on your skin in a way that'll definitely leave a mark later. You really don't care, he can mark you all he wants.

His hips move rapidly, refusing to give you even the tiniest of seconds to relax. The impact of his skin slapping against yours mixed with the absolutely obscene sounds coming from his cock sliding in and out of your aching little hole are as loud as the sounds coming from your mouths. You whimper desperately, he groans completely consumed by the feeling of sharing this moment with you.

"That's it, princess," he praises you in a low voice. You're being so good for him, gladly taking every inch of him, squeezing him in a way that's making his eyes roll to the back of his head as he forces his hips to move as fast as possible. "You feel incredible...so tight...just perfect for me."

When he moves back from your neck, he could've swore he almost came right there and then just by looking at your face. You look back at him through half-lidded eyes, swollen lips parted while you keep moaning and whimpering for him, skin glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed. The fact that you look so beautifully wrecked thanks to him has got to be one of his biggest accomplishments. He'll probably never get enough of this sight, of you, of your body, of your wet pussy taking him so incredibly good that he's not sure he can keep this up much longer.

And he knows you can't handle much of this either. You don't need to say it out loud for him to know– which is good, because it's not like you can utter a single word right now. He can see it in the way you're struggling to keep your eyes open, hear it in the way your cries come out more and more broken, feel it in the way your walls repeatedly squeeze him tighter and tighter.

His tongue invades your mouth if a passionate kiss, all messy and hot, teeth clashing while you moan into each other's mouths. He kisses you hungrily for a few seconds before pressing his forehead to yours, knowing it's a matter of time before he gets to feel you come around his cock.

"Corio..." you call out his name, barely able to speak. He moves back just enough to look at you.

"I know, baby. I know," he replies in a soft voice, completely contrasting with his rapid thrusts and ragged breathing.

He closes his eyes for a second, so lost in the moment, feeling his entire body on fire and his heart beating like crazy. He sneaks an arm underneath you, lifting your hips just enough and keeping them there, both of you voicing how good that new angle feels with a particularly louder moan.

When he opens his eyes again, noticing the way you're looking up at him, he realizes it. How good this feels because he's sharing it with you. How he'll never be able to share moments like this with anyone that's not you, and even if he dares to try it'll always be second-best now that he got to experience you.And it's not just the sex, but everything. From the pride of making you blush with the tiniest of compliments, to the honor of holding your hand. From the warm and fuzzy feeling inside him every time you kiss him, to the way you seem so interested to hear his stories about his life back in the Capitol. From the absolute gift that is seeing you laugh at one of his jokes (even the bad ones), to the minutes he spends collecting purple azaleas in the forest. He wants none of that if it’s not with you.

Before he can even fully comprehend just how risky it is, he's voicing that one thought that keeps repeating over and over in his head. A thought that's probably been on his mind long before he even allowed himself to acknowledge it. "I love you," he whispers, the confession both heavy and relieving. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

In other circumstances, you would probably be absolutely shocked by that revelation. You'd stand in front of him without knowing what to say, trying to figure out if those words actually came out of his mouth or if you're just going insane. Or maybe you'd act like you did earlier when he asked about your parents, trying to trick your insecure mind and distrustful heart to believe he's not being serious– that what you have isn't serious at all.

But it's different when you're underneath him and he's claiming your body in the most excruciatingly good way, because you're deprived of all your rationality. You can't think, you can't be scared or doubt everything like you tend to do. You're stripped of almost everything, except from your most basic and natural instincts.

So, in a moment like this, it's so easy to admit the inevitable truth you seem to be running away from when you’re actually able to overthink. "I love you," you repeat, and it's so simple. So right.

He’s over the moon when he hears you say that, already wanting to hear it again and again and again because it sounds absolutely heavenly when those three little words come out of your mouth. He didn't know how much he needed to hear them until now.

You manage to distract him, however, when your moans come out more desperately than ever before, feeling the way you clench around him like crazy. "Corio..." you manage to cry out again, the vulnerability and exhaustion in your voice sending shivers down his spine.

It's a mystery to him if you wanted to say something else aside from his name, because as soon as it leaves your mouth you’re moaning louder than ever before, your entire body convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm that overtakes your whole being. Arms and legs wrapped around him, forehead resting on his shoulder, a few tears escaping your eyes due to how much you’re feeling right now.

With him, it always feels amazing, but oh does it feel even better now that you know he loves you.

Your orgasm was all he needed to be driven over the edge, his arm underneath you tightening its grip on you while the other barely provides support to his body so he doesn't crush you under his weight. "Yes, yes…" he moans, his face against your neck, the only things in his mind being the feeling of your orgasm and how badly he wants to fill you up now. "Oh, fuck, baby..." he practically whimpers those words out, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

He finally comes undone, shooting his load deep inside you as a few more whimpers escape his mouth, his peak hitting him harder than ever before. It's almost like the more instances he gets to be like this, giving you exactly what you deserve, making love to you, the better it feels. Makes him come back for more every time, crave you in a way he's never experienced before.

His movements in and out of you slow down considerably, but he refuses to stop just yet. His hips continue to meet yours even after he's fully empty, all of his cum already coating your inner walls, but making sure to fuck every drop into you before he allows himself to fully slide out.

Panting heavily, he moves his head back enough to look at you, admiring your face of pure bliss after he tried his very best to give you everything he had in him to make you feel good. One arm stays wrapped around your body, using his available hand to brush your sweaty hair away from your face. "My beautiful girl," he compliments you in a breathless whisper, looking deeply into your eyes with immense adoration and possessiveness.

He just needed to have you like this. Alone, all to himself, making those cute little sounds that drive him insane, filled with his cum. Yes, he's a very patient person, but he can't control himself when it comes to you. Surely you understand, after what you’ve experienced together tonight and the confession that slipped from his lips, why he needed to get the hell out of that crowded pub. He's completely in love with you, how is he supposed to act like he doesn’t?

You're even more exhausted than him, barely able to keep your eyes open as you give him a soft smile when you hear the way he's complimenting you. He gently holds your face with one of his hands and you lean into his touch almost immediately. Leaning closer, he kisses you once again, a lot more controlled now but still as passionate as ever. Silently appreciating the way you handled the roughness of his movements, thankful that you shared such an intimate and intense moment with him, insanely happy to know you love him as much as he loves you.

He moves away from your lips, only to start kissing all over your face, muttering praises and compliments in between each of them, making you giggle as you gladly accept his affection.

Eventually, he pulls out of you and moves away from your body entirely, giving you enough space to sit up on the couch and look for your discarded panties. As you do that, he starts the process of dressing himself too, putting his boxers and pants back on.

You watch him in silence, playing with your fingers on your lap as you wait for him to join you on the couch again. Your insecurities were getting the best of you once again, and he immediately notices it the second he’s taking a seat next to you.

He looks visibly worried, leaning closer as he grabs one of your hands, searching for your eyes because you seem to be way too lost in your own head to fully be there in that moment with him. “What is it?”

The concern is evident in his voice, making you feel almost guilty for doubting the words that he said to you earlier. How could you doubt him when he looks at you like this?

“It’s nothing, I just…” you start, sighing as you look down at your hands to watch the way he intertwined his fingers with yours, the gesture incredibly reassuring. "Did you mean it?" you ask in a low voice. "What you said earlier?"

"Of course I did." He doesn't hesitate in the slightest. "Did you?"

Surprisingly enough, you don't hesitate either. "Yes."

The way he smiles right after your answer has got to be one of the best sights you've ever seen in your entire life. It encourages you to find enough courage to express your feelings for him once again, wanting to initiate the exchange this time.

You give his hand a gentle squeeze while you look up at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes. "I really, truly, do love you, Coriolanus," you say in the most sincere voice he's ever heard.

"I love you too," he replies, that beautiful smile from before only widening. It's impossible not to smile back at him, and he feels even happier when he notices the way you blush despite the darkness of the night. "More than I thought I could ever love anyone."

He keeps your hand in his, and you notice there's no hesitation in his voice when he decides to test his luck once again. "Come to the Capitol with me," he says, but it's not exactly an order. If anything, it sounds more like a hopeful plea.

Again, you should probably think rationally about this. Leave all your life behind to go to a place that's nothing like what you're used to? To live amongst people that are nothing like you, with a completely different lifestyle? What would the people of the Capitol even think when they know there's someone from the districts (and worse, from Twelve) pretending to be one of them? Is Corio even thinking about any of this?

And what about your friends? Or your family? What if someone needs you and you're not here? Would they understand that you're leaving them here for a guy, even when you try to explain how much you love him? And what would you do when you're at the Capitol? Are you going to study? Or try to actually pursue music? Will you ever be able to come back to District Twelve? What if you miss your home? What if you hate the Capitol?

When you look back into Corio's eyes, suddenly none of those questions matter. You try to be rational, but maybe there's nothing rational about falling in love. Maybe you just need to feel it, and right now you feel incredibly at peace. So seen, so much more like yourself, so ridiculously in love that you're happy knowing absolutely nothing is making sense.

So, you don't hesitate again when you nod. His eyes light up and a bright smile appears on his face, tightening his grip on your hand. “Yeah?” he asks, almost unable to contain his excitement, leaning closer just enough.

A soft giggle escapes your lips, because the idea of leaving everything behind to follow him to the Capitol sounds absolutely insane, but it feels so right. “Yes,” you confirm.

You feel his lips press against yours immediately after. The kiss feels like a silent closure. A way of ending the conversation, sealing the promise you’ve made to have a new life together. A way of saying goodbye to your life here in District Twelve.

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twenty eight.

warning; 💔 1.2k words. masterlist.

“and we welcome to the stage now, our chairman park sungjoon and our new ceo, park sunghoon.”

everyone’s clapping as the two mentioned men appear on stage, the spotlight entirely on them. it’s definitely a sight to witness, to see the two of them smiling at each other as if they don’t have screaming matches behind the scene.

“good evening everyone, thank you all for joining me and my family tonight on this special occassion...”

mr park’s voice slowly drowns out of your mind as you focus on sunghoon instead. it’s hard not to pay attention to him. you’ve seen him on stage on so many occasions but this time topped them all. there was something about him tonight, his words, his gesture, his smile. his entire presence. all seemed genuine and like he wanted to be there for once.

you’re not sure how he was able to take over his father’s spot, but you’re happy for him either way. from what you’ve heard, everyone loved sunghoon. he was a good boss, someone who worked with and for the people. unlike his father.

it was nice to see sunghoon get acknowledged for his efforts rather than just his face, the man now standing where he truly belonged.

and it’s not with you. it’s up there on that stage, as the ceo of the biggest company in the country.

tonight really was an eye opener, reminding you of just how different you and park sunghoon were... and how impossible it would be to hold both the titles of step sister and lover at the same time.

imagine the judgment he’d get, the hate and disgust thrown towards him if someone found out your true relationship. that ceo park was in a romantic relationship with his own step sister. imagine that as the headline on the front page across the country.

it was something you’ve been thinking about lately, something you definitely don’t want him to face.

you end up zoning out for some time, so long that you don’t even notice sunghoon now sitting beside you, the two of you alone at the table, with everyone else mingling about the grand ballroom.

“what are you doing here?” you almost drop your champagne glass from how startled you are, something the man immediately notices, “don’t you need to... i don’t know, greet people or something?”

“i do. but you’re sitting here looking like you’re at a funeral. should i be concerned?”

“no sorry. i- i’m just tired,” you try to laugh off your awkwardness, a smile appearing on your face at the realisation of how you must've looked the whole time, “well, congratulations on your big promotion mr park.”

the man stays watching you, eyes focused on your lips as he begins to mirror your expression. the sight has your heart picking up the pace, being this close to sunghoon again really affected you in so many ways.

although no one says anything, you feel happy to be with him. it’s a sweet moment, one you’ve waited to have. you’ve missed him.

you and sunghoon didn’t talk much after his promotion was announced, the man being too busy with the company and the press this past week to even sleep, let alone talk to you. the man really had no time for you and you couldn’t even blame him.

“i mi-” his words are interrupted by the call of his name behind you, before a few men appear in hopes of stealing away the ceo himself.

your step brother looks annoyed for a second but as if a natural reflex, his expression is quick to change right back to his professional one.

“eat something or else people will say that i don't treat you well,” his hand reaches towards you to tuck away the few loose strands of hair out of your face, a soft smile dawning his face, “i’ll be right back.”

10 minutes turned into 30, 30 turned into an hour and before you knew it, almost two hours have passed with no sign of sunghoon coming back. by now you were just so ready to leave, so ready to get out of this heavy gown and makeup.

so after telling your mum and mr park, you silently make your way towards the function hall’s exit, hoping to not attract much attention to yourself. from a distance, you see sunghoon conversing with a bunch of people, some you recognise as prominent figures in the industry. of course these are the people sunghoon would be getting acquainted with, people similar to him.

unlike you.

as much as you wanted to talk to the man, you had no intentions of disturbing him. so you head out to the exit, just to surprisingly hear someone call your name only a minute after.

“where are you going?”

so much for slipping out unnoticed.

“o- oh sunghoon,” you turn around to see the man standing a few metres away with a face full of concern, “i- i’m going to head back to the hotel. i was going to tell you but you looked busy.”

“i don’t know why you’re staying at a hotel when you could move back in with me.”

it’s true. after moving out of beomgyu’s apartment a few days ago, you’ve been staying at hotel. it didn’t feel right to move back in with sunghoon, neither did you want to live with your mum and mr park. anything but live with mr park who’s even moodier now that sunghoon had taken over.

“i just want to be alone... for a while. get my head sorted before i decide what to do next.”

he makes a hum of acknowledgment and takes a step closer to you, almost closing the space between your bodies. the space you were praying would keep you sane.

“well um- i'm going to go, you go back inside before people send a search team for the ceo,” you attempt to sound playful but all you’re doing is sounding more nervous than ever unfortunately, “don’t drink too much.”

“are you telling me what to do?”

“yeah, because i care for you sunghoon.”

you’re surprised those words even came out of your own mouth and judging by his reaction, you’re sure he is too.

“anyway, goodnight sunghoon.”

the speed of your feet fastens as you approach the exit, knowing damn well that one word from the man could sway your decisions to leave. it has always been this way, with you completely wrapped around his finger, so eager and ready to do as told.

“wait,” and your feet really do stop to his one word, your body acting twice as fast as your mind could. every footstep he took towards to you only added to your pot of nervousness that’s already on the verge of spilling thanks to him.

“just for tonight... can you come home with me?”

“i-” you pause for a moment, his gentle voice having more of an affect on you than they should’ve. you want to say yes so badly but you knew better not to, that this was the right thing to do right now.

“please.”

fuck it. just tonight.

“okay sunghoon. just tonight.”

end.

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@jegulus-microfic | march 8 bar | words: 747

did i use two tiktok sounds in this one? yes. yes, i did. am i sorry or ashamed? not in the slightest

enjoy <33

“We’re going out tonight,” Barty said without any preamble.

“Hello to you too, Bartemius,” Regulus replied with an eye roll. “Should I congratulate you on this decision or pity you?” His friend laughed at that.

“No, you didn’t get it. We are going out tonight,” the other guy said, emphasizing the word ‘we’. Regulus stiffened at the statement.

“Fuck off, I’m not going anywhere,” he said, going back to painting his nails.

“Yes, you are! You’ve been moping ever since that Max guy...

“Matty.”

“Same shit, anyways—he left you for some chick! C’mon, Reggie, it’ll be fun; maybe you’ll even get lucky and get some." Barty continued, catching his attention at the last part. Yeah, maybe a rebound with some stranger would make him feel better.

“What should I wear?” There was a loud ‘woohoo’ from the other end of the line, and then Barty started talking about outfits Regulus should put on.

***

An hour later, they both stood at the entrance to the pub called Thirteen Needles, waiting for Evan and Pandora. It didn’t look like a stereotypical British pub with its unmatched chairs and sofas and some colorful lamps thrown around the place. All in all, it was a nice place.

When the dark-skinned siblings showed up, they only managed to smoke half a cigarette each.

“Looking good, Reggie,” Pandora said as Evan approached Barty and started kissing him eagerly. Regulus looked down at his clothes; he wore a black DIY sleeveless crop top with Marina’s Electra Heart cover, tight black pants, and low Docs. Yeah, he looked good.

In response, he just smiled at the blonde girl, making a gesture to come in.

All four of them sat at a table with high chairs, not far from the bar. After their second round of tequila shots, Pandora leaned closer to him. “The bartender is looking at you like you’re the eighth wonder of the world,” she whispered in his ear. Immediately, he turned around to see the man she was talking about, and he was met with the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. The guy noticed him looking and smiled the brightest smile, at which Regulus spit his drink a little. The bartender had the audacity to chuckle at that.

Regulus turned back to his friends, thinking about the rebound he had considered earlier. He ended his drink in one big gulp, putting the glass back down with a thud.

“Anyone wants anything? No? Good” Regulus said this quickly, jumping from his stool and heading straight for the bar.

When he got there, the Pretty Eyes Guy was busy with another customer, and Regulus had time to look at him properly.

The Guy looked like some Latino god with his tanned skin, well-built arms covered in patchwork tattoos, messy hair, and gold accessories—glasses, earrings, and a single signet on his left hand’s middle finger. He had nice hands, Regulus thought.

When it was his turn to order, The Guy’s eyes sparkled with joy.

“Hi there, what can I get you?” Oh god, he had such a nice, deep voice.

“Um, one long island, please.” His voice, on the other hand, sounded like he just had a stroke.

“On it” The Guy winked and started preparing his order. Throughout the whole thing, Regulus's eyes continued to follow his movements. At some point, the guy smirked and said, “If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m going to catch a cold,” and it was Regulus turn to chuckle.

��Oh, nice one…”

“James” The Guy, James, filled in, stealing a glimpse.

“Nice one, James,” Regulus said softly.

When James finished preparing his drink and Reg took out his phone to pay for it, the bartender shook his head. “On the house. Enjoy…”

“Regulus”

“Oh. Oh, I like that." James smiled that bright smile again, and Regulus only winked in response.

He went to order three more times, only flirting innocently. He found the courage to speak his mind when he got there for the fifth time.

“So, listen, James. Would-“

“I’m off at one and live just down the street,” the bartender interrupted, tilting his head and smirking at him. “My roommate is out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar,” he added, lowering his voice.

And Regulus, well, he just laughed at James. How can someone be so good-looking and talk so badly?

Either way, as Barty said, he got really lucky and actually got some.

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Love me tender part four: the wedding

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A/n: ahhh the finale of this little series! I loved writing this a lot and I hope you enjoyed reading it!

Pairings: 60s!rockstar!bucky x innocent!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Bucky cums inside reader, old fashioned ideals, virgin!reader, loss of virginity, Bucky isn’t entirely truthful, praise, reader is small/short sorry not sorry, Bucky is huge (but you already knew that), Bucky calls reader “little one” once

The day finally has arrived, your wedding day to Bucky Barnes. You can’t believe you are soon-to-be-Mrs. Barnes, but it’s happening.

Your bridesmaids-friends from school along with two of your cousins-helped you get get into your dress, do your hair and makeup, and get your veil on.

Your dress was a long white dress with a train and long sleeves. You wore a tiara with a veil attached to it and your hair large and makeup light but still dramatic.

You looked absolutely stunning, and you realized that as you stared into the mirror in the room of the church.

“Are you ready, Y/n?” One of your friends asked excitedly and you nodded with a soft smile.

You clutched your bouquet in your hands as you walked to meet your father. “Are you ready honey?” He asked.

“Yes daddy.” You responded and took his arm. You waited until your bridesmaids and the flower girl made their way down the isle before the classic “here comes the bride” piano music started playing and you started to walk down the aisle.

Everyone stood up, admiring you. You looked just like a little doll. Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you walked down the aisle. Finally, you made it to the end.

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes-you did as much as you could because your face was covered by the veil-as the officiant started his speech.

You exchanged your rings and vows.

“And with the power invested in me and the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Bucky lifted your veil and dipped you, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. Everyone clapped and cheered. The two of you pulled apart and smiled.

Then you ran out of the chapel into the limo to go to the reception that was being held at Bucky’s mansion.

Bucky couldn’t help but start kissing your neck and letting his hand slide up your dress. “I’ve been wantin’ to see and play with this pussy since I saw you, darlin’.” He husked.

You giggled and moaned at the same time, “You can’t yet, Buck. we’re on our way to the reception.”

“But tonight we will right? You’ll give yourself to me?”

“Yes Bucky.”

“That’s a good girl.”

The two of you made it to the reception and everyone was already inside. He picked you up bridal style and walked through the front doors into the living room where everyone was gathered. Once everyone saw the large man carry in your smaller frame, the cheered and congratulated you.

You smiled, giggled, and blushed at all the attention. Bucky set you down and you dusted off your dress. Everyone wanted you to get pictures so you stood in front of the cake under a beautiful arch.

Flashes of cameras filled your vision but you stayed with a smile. Bucky looked so proud to have you on his arm, by his side.

Then you cut the three tiered cake, it had little statues of you guys on the top which you found adorable.

You and your new husband sat at the table and fed the cake slices to each other, while everyone else dug in the food and cake.

The reception was filled with laughter, dancing, and alcohol.

Later in the night the guests began to bid their goodbyes and it was just you and Bucky left in the big house.

The rockstar carried you upstairs and into his bedroom where he carefully laid you down and got on top of you, kissing you before moving down to your neck. You moaned as you experienced this sensation you’ve never felt before.

You sat up so he could unzip your dress and he carefully pulled it down revealing your white lace lingerie. “So fucking beautiful.” The rockstar muttered. You felt his bulge on the inside of your crotch.

The brunette unclasped your bra and pulled it off, groaning at the sight of your perky breasts and nipples. His large hands groped them, squeezing the soft flesh and toying with your nipples. You arched your back and moaned as he played with your tits.

Bucky took a nipple into his mouth and bit and sucked on the sensitive bud. You threaded your fingers through his hair. You felt yourself get more and more wet as he continued.

The older man kissed down your body before reaching your garter belt and panties. He left the garter and stockings on but took your panties off and Bucky swore he could’ve creamed his pants right there at the first sight of your wet, needy pussy.

“Spread your legs for me darlin’.” He commanded and you obediently spread your legs. ‘I’ve trained her well.’ He thought to himself before licking a bold stripe against your pussy. You gripped his hair and moaned, startled a bit by the sensation. Your tiara and veil were still secured on your head and that’s what made this even better for Bucky. Him eating out his new bride.

He continued to eat you out, sucking on your clit making your clench your legs around his head as your cried out in pleasure, your mascara and eyeliner running down your face as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, Bucky!” You cried.

“Go ahead and cum for me honey.’” The rockstar spoke against your cunt with his mouth still attached to your clit making vibrations go throughout your body and your vision going white for a moment as you released your arousal all over your husbands face.

“Good girl oh fuck you taste so good!” He groaned licking everything up immediately as if it was his last meal.

Once he had successfully cleaned you up, he instructed you to rest on one of the pillows. You watched as he began to strip out of his suit, and finally, his boxers revealing his hard leaking cock.

Your eyes widened at the size…that was supposed to go inside you?

Bucky must’ve sensed your fear and crawled on top of you, his cock barely touching your still soaked folds. He caressed the side of your face, “It’s gonna be okay little one. It’ll hurt for a moment but it’s gonna feel real good okay?” You nodded but you wondered if he had done this before? He seemed so experienced.

He lined himself up carefully before slowly entering into you. You hissed in pain but he hissed in pleasure. The feeling of your tight velvety walls clenching around his large cock made him almost cum right then and there.

“Bucky…” you hissed.

“It’s okay sweet girl just relax. You’re all tensed up it’s not gonna feel good if you’re not relaxed.”

You took a a deep breath in and relaxed yourself. You suddenly felt pleasure inside of your body and you were desperate for your husband to move. “Please Bucky…you can move now.”

Those four words were music to the brunettes ears as he began to thrust inside of you. He rolled his eyes back and gripped your hips which was bound to leave bruises but he couldn’t care less as he fucked into you and watched your face contort.

“Oh Bucky!” You cried and pawed at his shoulder.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this. My pretty wife.” He grunted as he continued to fuck you, reaching his peak. You felt him pulsating inside you before he released his load deep inside your cunt.

“Ohhhh fuck.” Bucky moaned with a roll of his eyes.

He pulled out of you and rolled on his back before pulling you to rest your head on his chest. He pulled off your tiara and veil and threw them carelessly on the nightstand.

The rockstar stroked your hair and breathed deeply as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I love you baby.” He whispered

“I love you too Bucky.”

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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Make your heart my home

Tommy Shelby x reader

⚠️ Y/N’s background is a bit hard so be aware

🥰 I’m in a romantic spree so your coffee/tea won’t need any extra sugar after this 😉 massive thanks to @lyarr24 for the help to build Y/N’s background your input always allows me to write such a diversity 🌷

Wrote this story for @raincoffeeandfandoms 2.2k followers celebration 🎉 (rain theme) congratulations my dear Flor!!! I’m sure you’ll get many more followers in no time, thank you for your incredible ideas and stories, for filling my days with moments to take my mind off everything 💐🌷🌻🪷

Thank you, @acewritesfics for creating this moodboard for your celebration!!! You inspired me to finish the story 🥰

Stopping to catch your breath, you didn’t know how long you’ve been walking.

Feet sore and swollen from walking miles through dirt, the woods, small rocks, the shoes you found in a trashcan were now almost wore out, you could feel the holes and something poking your skin and that’s when you realized that heaven was pouring down.

It could’ve just started, it could’ve been hours, you didn’t know anymore, your mind went blank the moment you overheard a conversation that changed everything and crushed down your whole world.

You were lucky that day, you also found some clothes someone threw away that looked too big for your malnourished frame, but a few fixes after and you had a whole new outfit.

People rushed under a newspaper or whatever they had to cover their heads, but you wanted to feel the drops falling against your skin.

Taking in your surroundings, you didn’t recognize anything around and it was dark now.

As the rain started bucketing down, you came to the realization that you didn’t have anything or anywhere to go, you’d have to pass the night on the street. And this was happening because of your abrupt escape. You needed to keep going.

Tears mixing with the rain, loneliness was all you got now.

But running away was the only option you had, and this was much better than you used to have, what you’d get if you stayed there, back in Durham.

Defeated, your legs couldn’t support you anymore and you fell on your knees to the ground. A loud sob escaped your lips.

Feeling the cold surface against your face, something warm covered your damp back.

“Miss, are you alright?” You heard a deep voice ask next to you. “Can you hear me?”

You tried to move the hair away from your face, failing in the process.

“Arthur!”

Something strong lifted you up. Soon you entered a warm place, it smelled like tobacco.

“Tom, who’s this?” Someone asked, you shivered and looked down.

“Where the fuck have you been, ey? I called you to help me.” The hands of the man who just talked rearranged the fabric around your back. “Are you alright?”

You flinched and saw him crouching down right in front of you.

“Who are you? Why were you crying?” He asked in a softer tone and when you finally dared to meet his eyes, you found the most fascinating pair staring at you. “Here, drink this.”

“So… are we going or what?” The other man asked, looking from you to the door. He had a mustache.

The man crouching in front of you looked up and raising his eyebrows, he replied; “Fuck off Arthur.”

“T-thank you.” You whispered, holding the glass tightly in both hands, scared of breaking it. Your eyes looking around for the first time, red and gold decorated the room.

“What are you all looking at? Ey?” He raised his voice and you made yourself smaller. “Do you live around?”

You shook your head slightly.

“I’m trying to help you here… are you staying with someone? A mother? Sister? A husband?”

That raised all the alarms in you, you threw the coat and stood up abruptly.

“No! No!” You shouted, panic in your eyes.

He tried to calm you lowering his voice. “‘S fine, no one is going to hurt ya… come with me so you can change your clothes before you catch a cold. Yeah?” He smiled tentatively and wrapped the heavy fabric around your back again.

“Please don’t tell my husband.” You asked on the edge of crying once more.

He guided you out from the bright room and assured you that he wouldn’t do that. On the short walk back, he asked for your name and introduced himself as Tommy.

“I hope you didn’t let Finn get drunk again, I’m not taking care of that-” A woman stated firmly but stopped mid sentence as her eyes found you by the door.

“Pol, I need your help, this is Y/N.” He then removed the cap from his head and took the coat from you. “Y/N, this is my aunt… Polly.”

The woman looked from you to Tommy, then shook her head.

“You’re soaked love, would you like some soup?”

Tommy left your side, your eyes following his moves, when you saw him walking to the door, you moved abruptly to go after him, but in the rush, something from the table fell to the floor breaking into million pieces.

“Sorry!” You expressed feeling terrible, trying to pick up the pieces of the figurine. “Sorry… I’m really sorry.” Your head hanging low, you were terrified of getting a slap, just like your husband always did, you kept mumbling sincere apologies until a pair of strong hands held your wrists.

“Stop, love you’re going to hurt yourself.” He helped you to stand up and pulled a chair close to the fire, then gently he wrapped a blanket around your body. Tommy guided you away from the broken pieces. You felt guilty and useless as Polly and Tommy cleaned up your mess.

“Thank you, for helping me… you’re so kind.”

Polly looked at you and then at Tommy. “So… you’re here by yourself?”

You found yourself nodding getting lost in the thoughts of how far you’ve come. With your eyes fixed in the flames keeping you warm, you couldn’t help but remember.

(Flashback):

Arriving home you felt grateful, finally after your shift in the coal mine you headed to the river to wash the clothes, now you just needed to hang it in the rope so it would dry. You placed the basket on the floor, it wasn’t payday yet and you didn’t have much money left, perhaps you would ask some people if they needed a hand to wash they clothes too. Your feet were sore from the long walk, but you were used by now. As you reached the small house, you heard voices inside, it was your husband and someone else.

“Nah, it’s your fucking turn to pay for the booze.” Said the voice, by the sound of it it looked like they had been drinking a lot.

But you didn’t have money to spend it on alcohol! You barely managed to make it with the food and other necessities…

“I don’t have any on me.” Replied your husband, as you were about to walk in and scold him for drinking again, you heard the other man say something that made your blood run from your body.

“Well… there are other ways to pay me off, where’s that woman of yours?”

You froze right there, mouth dry, your feet wouldn’t move, as your eyes filled with tears.

“She’ll be home in a bit, give me the money and I’ll go get a bucket of beer in the meantime.”

(End of flashback)

“I didn’t know from where, but I got strength enough to walk away in that very moment. I left Durham and I’m never going back.” You whispered still lost in the fire, your fingers wrapped tightly over the blanket.

A clock on the wall announced another hour had passed as two pair of shocked eyes were fixed on you. It was a shock to think that you came walking all the way from the north of the country, all by yourself.

“That bastard offered you in exchange to get a drink?!” Tommy could hardly believe his words as they left his mouth.

You didn’t notice Polly walking away until she came back with a bowl and some clean cloths, but soon you realized she was kneeling before you with tear running down her face. Scandalized, you tried to stop her feeling embarrassed that an elegant woman like her would be cleaning your dirty feet, but one single glance made you keep your mouth shut as she worked in silence.

“You won’t go through any of that here, my little girl you’re safe with us.”

As she finished cleaning your feet you couldn’t stop the tears when in complete silence, the stranger you just meet on a rainy night switched positions with his aunt and crouched down to apply some ointment with a strong smell in your cuts and wounds.

“Why are you so good to me? Without even knowing me.” You asked between sobs.

“Because I can be a lot of bad things, but you don’t deserve something like that.” He blew away the smoke of his cigarette without removing it from his lips.

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“Looks like finally someone appreciates my cooking.” Polly stated stomping her finished cigarette in the ashtray. She had never seen her nephews eat her food so eagerly.

Tommy crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at you, he offered you a second plate and you nodded even before he could finish the question. It had been a long time since the last time you ate something as delicious as this, and you didn’t know when you’d be able to do it again.

You winced and jumped at the sound of a loud thunder, it was almost as if it feel outside the house, but in the process you stumbled and if it wasn’t for Tommy, you would’ve fallen, he caught you just in time.

“Take it easy, you’ve been through a lot.” He chuckled while helping you stand, you couldn’t help but show that man all the gratitude you felt, in the only way you knew of course, wrapping your arms around him.

Polly snorted looking at the scene, if she told anyone what happened in that kitchen, no one, not a bloody person in Birmingham would believe that a woman gave Thomas Shelby a hug, and that she lived to tell the story without being cut by a razor blade.

That night she helped you wash in front of the fire in a big bathtub, you were used to a 1/3 size of it, she used a beautiful scent in your hair and gave you a soft body lotion afterwards. But the best part was the fluffy bed and pillow she provided, the room was so spacious and you loved the paper wall.

It was hard to sleep after the events of the last couple of days, your life was turned upside down… the thunderstorm subsided until you were barely able to hear it pattering against the window so you decided to walk over there to open it a little.

The door cracked open an inch and you found Tommy’s eyes scanning around.

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to interrupt you, just wanted to gather my stuff.”

With a small wave you invited him in. “I was just enjoying the rain.” You admitted in a low voice, looking over the window again. “This is the first night I don’t end up soaked, this house doesn’t have holes in the roof.” You admitted casually.

Tommy used to think being in Small Heath was a bad thing, but you coming from Durham, you had less opportunities than he had and somehow this house seemed to be too much to you.

He moved around in silence, trying to not interrupt your peace, but he did notice you were wearing a floral nightgown, probably one of Ada’s.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He gave you one more look before closing the door, sitting there next to the window mesmerized by the soft raindrops, there was something emanating from you that made him want to protect you, something that made him feel a tenderness he didn’t know he could feel towards someone.

“Oh! Good morning love, who are you?” A deep voice called after you.

When you turned around, you found the man with the mustache that was around last night.

“Hello, I’m making breakfast… would you like some?”

“Oh I definitely want som-”

But Arthur was cut by something hitting the back of his head.

“How did you sleep Y/N?” Tommy greeted you taking off the jacket of his suit to cover you, noticing the look his brother was giving you. “This is Arthur, me brother by the way.”

“A train could’ve passed next to me, and I wouldn’t even notice.” You smiled offering him a plate with the breakfast you prepared and he realized of your delicate features for the first time, now with your face clean from the coal that was covering you the previous day.

“Don’t even try love, he never eats.” Arthur adviced with a wink stealing the plate.

But Tommy had other ideas so he took the plate back and gave your arm a small squeeze after taking his place at the table.

“For the Black Madonna… are you feeling well?” Polly asked walking in, she had to look twice at her nephew. Ever since Grace left, he was turned into some kind of grumpy hermit. It had been a long time since she saw him smiling.

“This is the best breakfast I’ve had in a long time.” Tommy admitted taking another bite, his brother mirrored his actions.

You looked with expectations at Polly, you wanted to show them your gratitude.

“I already had breakfast, but I’ve to taste it.” She took it, not understanding why her nephews were so bloody quiet, not fighting while eating for the first time.

You rushed then to pour her some tea and then placed the milk and sugar next to her cup. Tommy was about to stand up to get the second round of food, but soon you instructed him you’d serve it for him.

“This is delicious.” Polly noted.

“Why aren’t any of you at the betting shop yet?” A man appeared in the kitchen with a toothpick and a peak cap.

“And this is John, my other nephew, John, this is Y/N.”

John gave you a side look, everyone was talking about the mysterious woman his brother picked up from the ground the previous night.

Arthur left in silence after thanking Y/N for the food.

“John I need you to take the rest of your things from your room.” Tommy instructed not even looking at his brother.

“Why?”

“Because Y/N will be staying with us and she needs a place to sleep, your room is free now, just take the rest of your shit.” He explained calmly taking a cigarette from his case, Y/N took the matches to light it.

John watched the interaction raising his eyebrows but decided to say nothing about it.

Without them asking, you started taking the dishes and cleaning the table.

“I was thinking Y/N could come with me to the city.”

You looked at Tommy, waiting for his instructions.

That morning he showed you another glimpse of his generosity by giving his aunt an obscene amount of money and asking her to buy anything you might need. He also instructed that once the wounds in your feet were healed you would be working for them. The previous night, while you were sleeping on his bed they talked about it, you’ve been through enough shit to kick you out and with the recent growth of the business they could use one more pair of hands around, he assured you that you wouldn’t have to go back to your life in Durham, you would be able to start anew.

You were barely able to hold your emotions and you wrapped your arms around his torso like the previous day, feeling extremely grateful for crossing paths with the Shelby family.

Polly stared at the scene before her eyes, it was a total surprise and shock to see her nephew allowing someone who wasn’t even close to the family give him a hug, twice. But she couldn’t blame you though, you didn’t have the slightest idea that you were hugging the most dangerous man in Birmingham.

—-

Over the curse of the following weeks, you started to work for them, helping around in any way you could, burning old files, checking the inventory for the diaries, you learned how to use the phone to take notes, anything they needed.

More than once you bursted into his office after a small knock to bring him tea or the post mail that arrived for him, with a smile he would confess that he didn’t hear it and his brothers would make funny sounds or teased him after you closed the door.

Day by day, you earned his trust, learned fast, he was surprised by your positivity and constantly made him smile, or he would chuckle at something silly you said. But you also learned more about his character, you were able to read his gaze and his mannerisms and the tone of his voice when he didn’t like something, but to you he was nothing but tender and kind. For you, it seemed as if he was in a pedestal, for everything he did for you, everything he gave you.

Tommy explained you patiently the paperwork he needed you to organize and the way he wanted it to be done, soon you didn’t need any more instructions. Thanks to him you learned that despite everything, despite coming from a hard environment, there were still good people around. And it was almost as if all of the terrible things you went through were replaced with nothing but a bunch of blessings.

That’s why it wasn’t a surprise to learn that Tommy bought his aunt a house in a beautiful area as he described you the place, letting you know that you were invited to her opening party.

The soft knock on the door forced you to move your eyes from the windows, you had been lost in thoughts for a while looking at the drops of water sliding down the window.

Tommy looked first at the small candle and book over the table, you had been devouring every single book you found around, then, slowly his gaze stopped at your figure, hugged by a dress he didn’t remember seeing before but it surely suit you well, earlier he heard Ada arrived to glam you up, the image of the woman covered in coal seemed so far away now. You were even wearing lipstick he noticed.

“Woah… Y/N.” He was lost for words, which he tried to hide by clearing his throat.

You blushed, feeling like a completely different person and tried to walk towards te bed to grab the purse Ada insisted you should wear too, but walking in heels was harder than you thought and you stumbled a little, Tommy’s hands were on your waist in seconds, followed by a soft chuckle. His eyes sparkled.

“What is it?” You asked breaking away from his embrace, walking towards the window, trying to forget about the way his eyes were looking at you.

“You’re cute.”

“You think I’m cute?” Could you take that as a compliment? Or was it just a safe way to brush you away?

But his arms wrapping around you from behind, revealed otherwise.

Surprised, you turned around to face Tommy, somewhere down the road your admiration and gratitude grew into something deeper, but he was way over your league, unreachable. Or so you thought.

His hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs stroking gently. “I think you’re beautiful.”

His lips met yours softly, Tommy kissed you expressing his feelings through his actions.

Pulling apart just a little, you whispered: “I want to make your heart my home.”

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tomsparkyr · 2 years

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𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

summary: after a match, mason has to be interviewed as per usual. this one a little more exciting as the woman behind the camera is his girlfriend.

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mason mount x fem!reader

I LOVE THIS CONCEPT !! ps sorry i deleted it

writing this while pretending that loss didn’t happen,, fucking hell roll on west ham😅

warnings: fluff, there’s literally none, oh my bad writing

word count: 1K+

please don’t steal any of my work, thank you !

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 won their first match after a sour spat of defeats at the beginning of the season. The team was buzzing, the fans were wild, the stadium was loud as ever as the Liverpool fans poured out the premises as soon as they could.

Mason had carried the team, scoring two goals and gaining an assist with the third for Sterling. To say you were proud was an understatement. You watched him celebrate with the fans at Stamford Bridge, a home win for his belt of pride.

You could have stood their and stared at him all day like that. His wide smile and laugh you could practically hear from here, the crinkles around his eyes showing just how much joy he was in in that moment; leaving you content as you couldn’t wait for his big bear hug you would receive the second you were in private.

Your relationship with Mason was far from public, absolutely. Imagine the scandals if rowdy football fans found out that Mason Mount, Chelsea’s Starboy, was secretly living with his longterm girlfriend, who— might I add— is the voice you overhear on every Premier League match, before and after. The one holding the microphone to your favourite player spilling positives and negatives, after commenting on their performance for the previous 90 minutes.

People would jump straight to conclusions, assuming Mason was sleeping with you just to earn the positives from the press. Or if you making out with Chelsea’s heartthrob just to earn this job. It was a relationship written for the headlines. Hence, why you kept it so quiet for the current year long relationship.

A hand on your shoulder brought your attention off of Mason, turning around and seeing one of your fellow colleagues signalling that it was time for the interviews.

Now it wasn’t like you got unprofessional during these interviews, never to put it lightly. But yet again, have you ever had to interview your boyfriend who was probably the most annoying person to keep a secret? The man would crack a smile at anything and those wide eyes could be read by borderline everyone at home watching this on TV, not knowing the guy personally.

This was far from your first time interviewing Mason. But seeing his giddy run over to the platform and goofy smile on his face as he watched you set up the microphone for him, you knew you’d be in trouble this time.

You both straightened your posture as the voice of the cameraman was heard behind you, “And we’re rolling!”

You both looked at each other for a moment before starting, his smile widened and cheeks turned a blush rosey. You felt your skin get hot under his gaze, even though you’ve done this hundreds of times, Mason always had that effect on you.

You cleared your throat, “Hello, Mr Mount.” Mason snorted at the nickname and ducked his head down to laugh momentarily, realising he was on national television and had been called that name multiple times by tens of other people.

You closed your eyes and shook your head to restrain yourself from giggling along with him. “Congratulations on your two goals and assist.” You nodded at him adorning a smile, letting him know that you truly meant that comment.

He looked to the side to hide his growing grin and responded with a remark to your previous comment, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“That’s—“ You cut yourself off with a small giggle that erupted from nowhere and coughed slightly to cover up your mistake, face turning red as you saw Mason pull his features together to stop himself from bursting out laughing. It wasn’t all that funny in reality, but when you’re in the moment, it seems like the funniest thing in the world.

Mason’s lips were pressed together tightly to stop laughter before it began, nodding at you to continue what you had started saying before you interpreted yourself.

“That’s alright, Mr Mount.” There was the nickname again, you paused to breathe before continuing. “How do you feel after a win so important like this? Liverpool are a tough team to beat, correct?”

Mason looked up at you with a grin, dimples prominent and hair messy on the top of his head. “Yeah, it was a tough game, great team and we just got lucky I guess. You know, when your missus is in the crowd, you gotta impress her somehow.” He winked, hinting at you but leaving the audience oblivious.

You blushed profusely, itching your neck to calm your nerves, the only man to make you feel this way watching you. “Lucky woman, huh?”

“The best.” He tilted his head, responding. His gaze was fixated on you, thinking you were the most beautiful person the ever grace the earth, wondering if he was lucky enough one day to call you Mrs Mount, ironically.

A hand on his shoulder shook him from his thought, looking up a meeting eyes with his Head Coach, Graham Potter.

“I’ll take it from here, Mason.” He nodded with wide eyes, initiating that if he answered one more question, the entirety of people watching on their TV screens right now would 100% figure out the relationship between the two of you, no one looks at someone that way if they’re only gonna spend the next minute and a half with them; more like the rest of their life.

Mason nodded at his Manager, smiling at you before he left. The cameras cut not long after you interview Potter, the man welcoming and open to answering your non-pestering questions.

As you were packing up your things, Graham tapped you on the back and said “You know you could just make out with Mason on camera and it would be just as obvious to what the Hell I just watched.” Chucking and slipping out the room as if it was nothing, leaving you stunned as it seemed that everyone was already aware of your relationship with Mason behind the camera.

this was SO BAD IM SO SORRY

#mason mount fluff #mason mount smut #mason mount x reader #mason mount #mason mount angst #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic #mason mount x you #mason mount masterlist #mason mount x footballer!reader

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gojocumdumpster · 9 months

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What’s it’s like being Hanayama assistant

(I might make this into a story depending how much notes it gets but either way i still might do it and I didn’t make volleyball tryouts so i’m a bit down but i’m just gonna try out for soccer since that’s what i grew up playing anyways)

Afab reader

Warnings: none?

Type of story:🎂

(This my man’s yall)

The application: You had saw this tiktok about a famous company that everyone dreamed of getting into but it was very hard to get in. “Are people really going crazy over this?” You said snickering reading the comments from the tiktok, of course curiosity hit you and you just had to apply. You looked at how much you were going to get paid cause you need that cash💰. Your jaws dropped as you saw “1k+ an hour.” If you got the job this would’ve been you right now here. You submitted the form and waited the next day for the results, you woke up the next day grumbling from the sun hitting your eyes…You blinked a couple of times and then you remembered about the results! You quickly opened your laptop and checked your email and it said, “Congratulations, you’ve passed please come for your first interview at 9:30AM.”

The interview: It was the next day and you were nervous, you were making up scenarios that could happen good and bad ones. You decide to wear a pencil skirt like this: here with a choice of your shirt, you put on your heels, did your hair and makeup and grabbed your purse. You made your to the company, it was tall and huge pause it was black with big bold letters that said “Hanayama Company” (shit idk😭) in bright gold. There was also a underground parking garage on the side of the building so you pulled into the underground parking garage and found a parking spot while you were looking for a spot there was all kinds of luxurious and sports cars. Men with suit and ties and Women with dresses, suits, (whatever there called) and pencil skirts.

“Deep breaths Y/n..” you said repeatedly, there was an elevator or stairs you could take so you decided to take the elevator there was a 20th floor they didn’t tell you what floor so you clicked the 20th button. !Ding! The elevator stopped and opened when it opened you saw glass rooms with multiple dividers each one had computers stacked up with papers. It was a hallway filled with those glass rooms and just regular rooms. On the side we’re coffee machines and donuts and plants 🪴 in the corners. There were name plates for each room, you walked down a bit further until you saw a golden name plate that said “CEO Hanayama” You hugged your purse as you took a deep breath you raised your hand getting ready to knock. “Come in.” Your opened yours eyes wide as you quickly open the door. You closed the door behind you as you saw a a black room with dimmed lights a black shelf and behind him was windows showing the big city 🌆, and then him. He had a suit that showed all his muscles he was sitting a desk looking at his laptop.

He looked up from the screen and closed his laptop. He got up clearing his throat he was a giant, he walked over to you looking at you. Once he was close to you he looked down at your figure since it was tinier than his. You had to look up a bit he pulled his hands out of his pockets ready to shake your hand. You shook hands “Hello! I’m Y/n L/n it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said smiling. “It’s nice to meet you too Ms. L/n.” he said with his deep voice. “We should start now.” He said looking at the desk. You nodded your head, he placed his hand on your back guiding you to the chair. He slowly removed his hand from your back and sat down. He cleared his throat, and started asking questions. You had made the job! He explained everything to you so you won’t have to worry as much, he walked you out of his office with his hand on you but instead his hand was on your hip gripping the thickness of it. You guys said your goodbyes and you left he watched you leave your hips swaying left to right butt jiggling every time.

#baki x reader #pickle baki #baki the grappler x reader #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki headcanons #baki the grappler #baki dou #kaoru hanayama

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lefthandedhotch · 9 months

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hello <3 thanks to pinterest i have an aaron and jack ask because <3 my boys <3 like thats husband and son fr !!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

he pet the small boy :3 actually CRYING because he's sooooooo so so so tiny :'))) and all smiley because his daddy gave him a medal :3 PLSSSS and then the team being all 👀🤭 when they meet beth CRIES i love them all soooo much :')) the only found family ever <3

thinking about them all meeting you there <33 aaron's fiance who he's been with for a good while and while they were a bit frowny :( at not getting to know about you sooner, they knew that he did it because of what happened with haley and foyet and they knew how important she was to him so they totally understood that he kept you a secret as long as he did🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 but penny tells them to all snap out of it because he only said fiance not wife so there's plenty of time to get to know you before and at the wedding which she will now be in charge of because she loves love 🤭🤭🤭😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 you look over at aaron and grin soooo happily because they're all as amazing as he and jack told you they'd be - actually!!! they're even more amazing than that!!!!!!!!!!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 you kiss your sweaty sweaty man and congratulate him on the triathlon and how amazing he did and he gets all blushy and shy despite the team being there (penelope Can Not control her squeals of happiness ajsmskfnfkdkgkk) and you all go get something to eat and jack holds your hand so happy that his aunties and uncles can finally meet you and!!!!! because he has a medal🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 penelope is squished to your other side asking So Many questions and you look over at aaron so amused and so happy because he has such a silly bau family and you love them all so much already🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞

hehehehehe hiiiiiiiiii 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 thank u pinterest and thank u jess-brain for the cutie hotchner boys thought!!!! 🤭🤭💕💕💕💕💕 fr fr thats husband and son!!!! 🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗

teeniest tiniest boy ever :(((((( being sooooooo proud of his daddy and sooooooo happy when his daddy lays the medal around his neck 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 and he immediately turns to giggle to you “it’s so heavy!!!” which makes you grin so big and squish his lil cheeks “that’s because you’re so little!” and aaron watches the whole thing with the biggest most heart-eyed grin Ever! which of course makes penelope squeal loud enough to make every racer and their friends/family in the vicinity glance over at your little group all curiously 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 and after you smooch smooch smooch your sweaty handsome darling aaron, that sweet blonde angel penny gloms onto you immediately and with the help of the little hotchner bug in your arms, she gets the whole story of how you and aaron met and fell in loooooooove 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 hehehe at some point when the team all realize that penny’s interrogation of you (with questions and comments sprinkled in by the whole team who are All very curious about you 🤭) is not going to end soon, rossi suggests drinks and dinner at his mansion!!!! you’re very excited because you’ve heard Many Many stories of bau parties and rossi’s home from your hotchner guys but aaron sighs all dramatically because he is Sweaty (which of course makes you giggle and smooch his cheek as you hum “but you’re cuuuuuute” and he’s immediately placated 🤭😌 also rossi says he can shower at his place AKDHDKDJSKSKS) but you and jack are happy so he’s happy to go hang out with the team and tell silly stories about you and him when you first started dating 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 it’s still kinda early in the evening at rossi’s but sweet lil jack is already snoozing and snoring in your arms (because he was up Late the night before making a poster for his dad) and you keep seeing aaron hiding snores behind his Big hand because he’s soooooo tired after working so hard that day :( so you hug everyone and tell them you’re taking your boys home (which makes them all 🥹💕 because they Love knowing that someone who loves them so much is taking care of them 🥺) and when you get them home and get aaron into bed so you can kiss his sleepy face and murmur over and over how proud of him you are and how happy you are to have met his people who are so so important to him (and now to you too!!!!!!) and all aaron can think as you fall asleep snuggled into his chest with your hand resting over his heart and his ring on your finger while he plays over the whole day in his head is that he can’t Wait for you to be his wife and he can’t believe how unbelievably grateful he is that you’re in his (and jacks 🤭🥹🥰💗) life 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭💞💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💗🥰🥰

#jess!#SOBBING SO BAD!!!!#the whole time you guys are watching the race jack is such a little jumping bean 🤭#he’s soooooooo proud of his daddy and he’s sooooooo excited to hug him when he finishes #you have to make sure he doesn’t run towards the finish line to reach him faster 🤭🤭🤭#and you Adore the whole team 🥺#they’re just as sweet and fun as all of the stories you’ve heard!!!!!#and you and penny fall Instantly in best friend love 🥺🥰💕#aaron is not at all surprised when you giggle on the way home that you and penny (and the other girls!!) are gonna hang out that weekend #he Knew they’d love you so so fast 🥺🥺🥺#aaron.hotchner #.hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader

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lovelynim · 10 months

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I saw you wrote for chilluc once and i wanted to ask for the "tools/toys" prompt with lee diluc, if possible

also congratulations for reach the 500 followers milestone!! you deserve it all and much more!

Dangerous Collection

Genshin Impact - Childe x Diluc

[500 Followers Milestone Event - "Tools/Toys"]

A/N: Sooo, i got this 2 requests with ChilLuc for the event and decided to focus on the first one, but I added some bits of prompt into it, heheh

Summary: Childe is giving Diluc a tour through his house and decides to show his collection of weapons, but one particular object catches the couple's attention.

Word count: 1641 words

This wasn’t the first time Diluc visited a wealthy home, but, still, this was at a totally different level from whatever the nobles at Mondstat were up to. Tartaglia - or “Childe”, as he would present himself - would constantly tell him to not worry about the bill or the price of some gift whenever they hung out, so the redheaded assumed he was, well, rich.

Rich was an understatement.

“I hope you don’t think I'm trying to make it up for something else,” Childe said cockly, feeling his ego being fed by Diluc’s expressions of awe and surprise whenever they walked into a new room of his stupidly huge house.

The other man sighed, trying to ignore the second meaning hidden in those words. Shaking his head, he gave the ginger a slight smile. “The only thing I’m thinking about is if you ever feel lonely at a place this big,” he teased as he continued to walk, admiring the rather luxurious furniture.

“Nah,” Childe scoffed, following his partner around, “There are some people that help me take care of it and… you’ve been coming over more often, I don’t get lonely at all ~” Childe mused, catching Diluc off guard with a sudden hug from behind. The ginger rested his chin on the other’s shoulder, amusing himself as he watched Diluc shiver and his cheeks turn into a faint pink.

Before the silence completely surrounded them, Childe clicked his tongue, letting go of the other man and taking a few steps ahead. “Wait, there is one more room I want to show you,” the enthusiasm in his voice was clear as he reached out for Diluc’s hand with a smile on his face.

Being nearly dragged across the stupidly large hallway, Diluc tried to keep up with the fatui’s pace, “c-can’t you slow down a little?” He chuckled, following the man around his house.

A couple steps ahead, the ginger stopped in front of some kind of fancy door. It seemed a little heavier than the others in the house and, when Diluc looked at the lock, it was sturdier and thicker as well.

“Tartaglia,” Diluc muttered, staring at the door knob and feeling the ominous aura that seemed to come from behind that door.

“Yes?”

“What’s in there?”

Childe smirked, placing his hand on the knob and looking over his shoulder. “Nothing much… just my collection ~” And with a move of his wrist, he pushed the door open. “Ladies and handsome men first,” he muttered as Diluc walked by, making the redhead roll his eyes.

Inside the room, different shelves, racks and stands held… weapons. Thousands - maybe more - of them. Bows, spears, swords, knives - all kinds of deadly devices displayed in some kind of exposition.

“I-is this your collection? Weapons?” Diluc said, taking some slow steps deep inside the room. “There is probably enough weaponry here to start a war, Tartaglia,” he continued, turning back to the man standing on the door.

The ginger smiled, gently caressing the sharp edge of a spear that was near him. “Most of those are dull already. As I said, it’s just my collection, not my personal arsenal,” he smiled, noticing how the others continued to look around.

Diluc was no expert, but he could tell how some of those were way older than they looked - especially some old editions of the Knights of Favonius’s weapons. Rich people were really… eccentric, he thought.

While letting his eyes wander over the weapons displayed nearby, Diluc found one in particular that caught his attention.

“Tartaglia,” he called, looking back to the ginger, who quickly sprinted over him.

“Yes?”

“What’s… that weapon for?” The redhead pointed out towards one of the shelves, directly towards a feather duster. The harbinger blinked a few times, looking to his partner before looking back at the object. Was he for real? Or was he just fooling around? He knew Diluc could be a little dense sometimes, but that…

One of the servants that worked on the house must’ve left that after cleaning the room, which was a reasonable excuse, but to mistake it for some kind of weapon? Tartaglia let out an audible chuckle, amused by the other’s obliviousness. “Don’t you recognize it, ‘Luc?”

The comment made his cheek turn into a shade of red clone to the one of his hair, crossing his arms in annoyance and looking away. “I-it looks just like a duster to me, but you have all the kind of stuff in here so…”

Childe rolled his eyes. Well, he was not that dense, after all, but there was still some room to mess with him. The ginger walked over the shelf, picking up the feather duster. “So you really don’t know it,” he muttered, turning back to Diluc as he used the wand part to lightly tap on his hand. “This is one of the most dangerous weapons I have in here.”

The seriousness in his voice made Diluc shiver. Childe didn’t seem to be kidding about it, and that only made him even more curious about that “weapon”. It looked so harmless, just like any other duster, maybe it was some kind of disguise to its actual power?

Childe’s smile grew wider when the other seemed to take the bait. So innocent… “Want me to show you how it works?”

“R-right now?” Diluc gasped, snapping back from his trance, “but isn’t it dangerous?”

“Did you forget who I am? There is no weapon in Teyvat that I didn’t mast-”

“Except bows.”

Childe’s eyebrow twitched, letting out a disappointed sigh while Diluc let out a small laugh at him. “Fine, almost no weapon in Teyvat that I didn’t master. So, do you want me to show it to you or not?”

“Hmm,” Diluc pretended to wonder, trying to make some suspense. He knew how much Childe loved to show himself out and brag about his combat skills - which seemed to be the case this time - so it was a simple matter if he was going to entertain him or not. “I don’t kno-”

“Oh please, don’t be a killjoy, will you?”

Diluc chuckled, smiling while Childe pouted at his teasing. “Very well… show me how it works, then.”

His eyes sparkled as the redhead finally said the words he wanted to hear. Barely able to hold the mischievous intentions inside any longer. Quickly wrapping his arm around Diluc’s chest, the ginger pulled him closer in a swift move, making the redhead gasp in surprise.

“W-what are you doing?” He tried to protest as Childe held his wrists together with one hand, attempting to squirm off the other’s grip with no avail.

“Didn’t you ask for a demonstration, hm?” The other said cockly, using his free hand to slowly rail Diluc’s shirt up, exposing his bare midriff. With a half confused, half embarrassed look, the redhead tried to understand what all that was about. “Let me show how deadly this ‘weapon’ can be, ‘Luc”

“W-wait- ahah! T-Tahahartaglia!” Diluc gasped, pressing his eyes shut as the first giggles burst through his lips. With his free hand, Childe used the feather duster to gently caress Diluc’s exposed skin, covering those sensitive spots with the ticklish and gentle touch.

Keeping the redhead firmly in place and his hands out of the way, Childe chuckled along, alternating between quick strokes and slow traces, letting the feathers do their job and amusing himself with Diluc’s laughter. “Isn’t it great? Some may call it a merciless tool, but I find it to be such an amazing weapon…” He talked into the other’s ear, letting his breath tease his sensitive ear, finding adorable the way Diluc tried to scrunch up his shoulders to protect himself.

He should have predicted something like this, it hurt his pride to think he let himself fall for such a stupid explanation. Of course it was just a feather duster, not some kind of ancient weapon. “E-ehehenough nohohonsense!”

“Nonsense? Is that what you have to say about my collection, ‘Luc? I’m offended…” Childe mused, pulling his partner into an even tighter hug as he nuzzled against his cheek, showering him with brief kisses as the feathers were making him laugh his head off. “If you apologize… Maybe I can show you some mercy, what do you say?”

“F-fihihine!” Diluc gasped when the feathers trailed over his stomach, trying to suck it in to avoid the soft caresses. “I’m sohohorry!”

“For what?”

“F-fohohor- agh, stahahAhahap!” He shook his head, his knees wanting to give him and drop his body to the floor, but Childe was putting up some effort in keeping him in place, leaving him no room to run to. “F-for cahahalling it nohohonsenseheh!”

“Hmmm… and what do you have to say about my weapon? ~” Childe continued, not wanting to spoil the fun just yet.

“T-Tartahahglia! Plehehease!” Diluc cried, throwing his head back in a fit of laughter as the ginger used the feathers on his side.

“Come on,” the other replied, grinning as he kissed Diluc’s cheek again before slowly sliding his lips close to his ear. “You can give it at least one compliment, right? You can do it… or are you that ticklish, ‘Luc?”

Those words sent a shiver down the redhead’s back. His cheeks burned in a bright shade of red - an adorable one, if you asked Childe - and he had no option but to submit. “N-nohohoh! I-it’s great! Ahaha, okahahay?!”

“Alright, alright… I’ll let you slide off this one easily,” Childe said, lowering the feathers, but keeping Diluc’s wrists held together.

“A-ahah… a-aren’t you going to l-let me go?”

“So soon, ‘Luc?” Childe grinned like a predator staring at his prey, leaning his face close to Diluc’s - close enough to feel the heat from his blushing cheeks - brushing his lips against his. “I’m not quite done with you…”

“W-what do yo- aHAha, T-TartaHAHaglia!! NohOHOH!””

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misstycloud · 11 months

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Plz more Riddle fics!

How you met

You smooth out your dress in order to make yourself appear as presentable as possible. After all, this was no ordinary occasion; one of your best friends were getting married. With all the on and off breaks the couple have had, you honestly wasn’t sure if they’d make it. But it turns out you were wrong.

You recalled that night when you had just gotten out of the shower and suddenly got a call from your friend. It was a bit hard to hear what she was babbling about over all the estatic noises she made simultaneously.

Telling her to slow down was easier said than done, but eventually she was calm enough to reveal the news. Her boyfriend had proposed that night and she’s said yes! You congratulated on her engagement despite the little shadow of doubt concerning her new fiancée. He wasn’t a bad person per se, however, you found yourself sceptic to how happy their marriage would be.

Perhaps you were a bad friend for not saying anything, but you knew your friend wouldn’t losten to you even if you told her you thought he may not be the one and she was making a mistake. So instead of putting your friendship at unnecessary risk, you chose to keep quiet.

So here you stood at the entrance of the engagement party the couple decided to throw. It was a slightly uncomfortable experience for you since you didn’t really know any of the people attending except for your friend of course. While the two of you were as thick as thieves, she was also part of other friend groups, of which she’d invited.

Bracing yourself for the awkward exchanges of being presented as ‘X’s other friend’, you took a step forward and immediately X noticed you. She hurried to you and gave you a hug, “Oh my god, I’m so glad you could come!” She squealed.

“I’m glad to be here.” You said, smile gracing your features.

“Come, you need to say hi to ‘Y’, he’s just over there.” She dragged you along with her and pointed at a well-dressed man’s back. He stood, conversing with other guests. “Sweetie!”

He turned around to face you. “Yes?”

“Look, (y/n)’s here!”

Her fiancée looked at you and smiled, “Hi, glad to see you make it.” He put a hand on your shoulder.

Ignoring the itch to remove it you said, “happy to make an appearance.”

“So how have you been?” He asked.

“I’ve been fine, not much going on really except for work, you know.”

‘Y’ nodded. “I understand. Big things isn’t for everyone.”

You raised an eyebrow at this. What did he mean by that? That your quiet, uneventful life sucked or something? Like he had so much going on. You scoffed under your breath.

Noticing the tensioning aura, your friend breaks in, “anyway, I’m so excited for you to be my maid of honour!”

“Right, but I should thank you for letting me be something so important.”

“What do you mean? Of course I’d want you to have that role, you’ve always been there for me. That reminds me, you should meet the best man! After all, you two have the most important roles in the wedding- apart from the green and bride, that is.” She chuckled. “Speaking of that man, where is he?” ‘X’ gazed at her fiancée for answers.

“He was here a minute ago, don’t know where he might have run off to- wait- there he is. Hey, man, come over here for a sec!” He waved another man over to your small circle.

The first thing you noticed, was the auburn hair. He, too, was dressed in a fancier manner and had a considerably handsome face. Brown, kind eyes met yours and for some reason you felt a little shy all of a sudden.

“Ah, there he is! My best man.” ‘Y’ praised. “This is Riddle, the guy’s been my pal ever since I can remember. You don’t find a nicer man around.”

Riddle slapped his friends arm, “Knock it off, I’m not that fantastic. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Haha, sure.” He then introduced you. “This is (y/n), ‘X’s maid of honour. You’ll be seeing each other more often from now on, okay.”

Riddle beamed down at you, reaching his hand forward. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you (y/n). I’ve heard some things about you from ‘X’ - only goood things of course.”

He raised an eyebrow when you didn’t say or do anything.

It took a second for your brain to load, and when it finally did, you shook his hand with an embarrassed expression on your face. “Yeah, sure- sorry I kinda spaced out there, hehe.” You apologised for your behaviour. The auburn haired man only laughed slightly.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but you’re very cute.”

Redness overtook your features. Cute? You? Wait, he actually thought you were cute? While you flushed, you wondered how he said something like that is easily. If it were you, you’d malfunctioned before you even got a word out.

Seeing this happen before her, ‘X’ couldn’t hold her giggles. Everyone’s attention fell on her.

“Oh my god, I can totally hear the wedding bells already!”

With a flushed face you scoffed, “what’re you?-It’s your wedding this is about so don’t go make up weird stuff.”

“Ooooh, I can see you blushing~”

“No, I’m not.”

“You totally are!”

While ‘X’ continued to poke fun at you, and you trying to fight her off, her fiancée was amused at the scene; none of you saw the way the best man gazed at you.

It was a knowing look, one that said he had all the cards on his deck. People were used to see Riddle constantly wearing an expression displaying his happiness and eagerness to help others, so they would’ve been taken aback at the current unusual expression gracing his features.

You were mad at the assumptions your friend started making, especially in front of the guy himself. You wished you could just tell her to shut it but that would embarrass you further. Still, you had no idea how right she were at the time.

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thebabblingbrookenook · 11 months

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Amaryllis

Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

Summary:(Modern AU) Benedict surprises you after the final performance of your debut play. Congratulations are in order and he has some ideas on how you can take your final bow.

Warnings: 18 + Please, Rough Sex, Oral, Praise Kink, Adult Language and Concepts

Word Count: 3.2K

Author’s Note: Thank you to my wonderful mutuals @bridgertontess and @colettebronte for helping me piece this all together. You two are rock stars!

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You would never tire of this feeling. The electricity that coursed throughout your body and lit you up from the inside out was more addicting than any drug you’ve gotten your hands on thus far. Public performance was the ultimate exercise in risk and reward. The risk - exposure to ridicule. The reward - praise beyond measure.

As you made your way backstage to your dressing room for the final time, you bathed in the applause still ringing in your ears. The six week run of your debut play had finally come to a close and you planned to absorb every last drop of euphoria. This could be your last chance to experience it, work was never promised.

Opening the door to your private space, you came face to face with the only thing more intoxicating than the current high you were riding - Benedict Bridgerton. He was mouth watering, clad in black from head to toe. The knit material of his sweater clung to his broad shoulders for dear life, perfectly accentuating the strength that lay hidden beneath. His slow, seductive smile sent your pulse thrumming in your ears as he stood to greet you.

“There she is,” he purred.

“Ben,” your voice was embarrassingly breathy. “You came… I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight. When did you get back in town?”

Leaning in to brush his lips against your cheek, he whispered, “Of course I came. I wouldn’t miss your final bow. I caught a flight from London this morning.”

You could barely contain the shiver that rolled over your body at his proximity. This man was a unique form of danger. Staggering good looks aside, he had a singular ability to mute your inhibitions. When you were with him, you always found yourself operating on the base instincts of pure desire. His influence was boundaryless. Whether that desire was to indulge a midnight craving for chocolate cake, or to have his head squeezed between your thighs in the bathroom at your friend’s house warming party, he was always your Yes Man, rarely allowing you to deny yourself the things that would bring you pleasure.

Telling yourself yes more often was changing you. You had discovered an exhilarating braveness that could easily be traced back to a handsome stranger at an art gallery three months ago.

Three months! Had it really only been that long? He already felt so familiar, essential even. Yet, you had no real ties to one another. He was nomadic and free, breezing in and out of your life regularly. But somehow, he always seemed to find you in moments that mattered - moments that had you standing on the precipice of something big. He never pushed or manipulated, he simply just observed you with a level of wonder in his eyes that fueled your ego. His expectant gaze seductively stroked your confidence in a way that was only rivaled by how his fingers stroked… other parts of you. He was unapologetically himself, and when in his presence, you seemed to silently grant yourself permission to do the same. Eventually, you learned to do that even when he wasn’t around. That’s how you ended up on the stage tonight. You told yourself yes, believed you could do it, and tried. Imagine that, actually making an attempt at something gets you a lot closer than standing still. Who would have guessed?

Looking up into his gorgeous face, you smiled shamelessly. “Remind me to thank your manager for always scheduling your art shows with impeccable timing. How long will you be in town?”

His eyes scanned over you with a hunger that made your mouth go dry. “Just for tonight…”

Disappointment started to bloom in your chest until the meaning of his words took root. “Wait, you flew all the way from London just for this? Ben, that’s crazy. Why would you do that?”

He shrugged, effectively dismissing your concern. “Because I wanted to. Because I can. And because,” he lifted a fragrant bouquet into your eye line, “I had to bring you these.”

You recognized the deep red petals immediately. You had seen their likeness scattered through many of his paintings. “Thank you, Ben. They’re beautiful. Now I understand why you paint them so often. What are they?”

“They’re called Amaryllis,” he smirked. “For artists, they’re said to stimulate the creative muse and celebrate your hard won success. Since you are now both an artist, and a muse, I thought it only fitting.”

Heat pooled in your stomach at his words. “I’d hardly call myself an artist. It was one play.”

“I strongly disagree,” he protested. “Art affects the viewer, and watching you wield your craft up there tonight… Well, it certainly moved me.”

His thinly veiled innuendo was driven home by the downright wicked smile that spread across his face. You had no choice but to join him in his debauchery.

Placing the flowers on the vanity table, you stepped in closer to him. His chest was broad and tempting, begging to be touched. Your palms splayed out over the defined pectoral muscles in front of you and you sighed with satisfaction. The heat from his skin was radiating through the knit material of his black sweater and soaking into your fingertips. Through batted lashes you asked, “Do you like watching me, Benedict?”

Voice husky, he replied, “Like is a bit of an understatement. You’re very… titillating.”

The giggles escaped before you could stop them. “Titillating - is that so? What was your favorite part?”

The playful way his eyebrow quirked made your legs weak. “Do you want the serious answer or the fun answer?”

You wanted to keep playing but you were curious. “Why not both? I’m feeling greedy.”

His pupils expanded slightly on your last word. “Noted. And I am feeling eager to please.”

You were definitely going to be in trouble when the talking stopped. “My favorite part is seeing how much you’ve improved over the weeks. You found your stride. You looked comfortable - confident. I got lost in you.”

“You could tell all that by seeing one show? Was it that obvious that I was going to be terrible starting out?”

He smiled sheepishly. “This was actually my third time.”

“You’ve seen this three times and never said anything?”

Again, he shrugged. “I wanted to watch anonymously. I wanted to see you in your element without the added pressure. Normally, I love the fact that I make you nervous. You get all flushed and twitchy. But for this, I wanted the raw version of you.”

“I’m not sure whether to be flattered that you came or creeped out that I had a stalker.”

“Why not both,” he smirked.

“Speaking of,” you reminded him. “What’s the fun answer?”

He stepped closer, pushing the back of your legs against the vanity table. “I liked watching you seduce that poor bastard that played opposite you. He’ll be thinking about the way your body moves for months after that performance.”

Pushing your chest into his, you asked, “You liked the way my body pressed against him like this?”

“Mmhmm,” he sighed.

“What else did you like, Ben?”

“I loved the obscene amount of attraction. You could almost smell it. He’s beautiful, you’re beautiful. I wanted to see more. I wanted a better view of your mouth devouring him. I wanted to be close enough to hear the exertion in your breaths. I was jealous of the pleasure on his face when you slid your tongue up his neck. You’re fucking lethal with that thing.”

“You liked seeing me with another man in my mouth?”

“So much,” he whispered against your neck before lightly biting your skin. “What’s it feel like?”

You gasped at the feel of his teeth. It was getting harder to hold a conversation. “What, to have someone watching?”

“No,” he chuckled. With your chests still firmly pressed together you could feel the vibration of his laughter clear to your toes. “I know what that feels like. What does it feel like to kiss a man? Describe it to me.”

Tilting your head back, you searched his face. His expression was how it always was - curious. As if he were thinking of trying it himself but wanted to know your experience first.

“It’s… it’s thrilling. I’m sure it depends on the man, but the best kisses… You feel held, secure. Like you’re leaning against an immovable force. You can feel the power in their bodies humming against your senses. But even though you know that power and strength is there, you can feel them restraining it for you. You can feel them considering you. I don’t know about other women, but that unleashes something in me. It makes me feel like they’re lending me some of that power. Like I’m absorbing it through my lips. Their restraint makes me feel like I don’t have to have any of my own. I don’t have to be soft all the time because I know they can handle it. But I think my favorite part is when they give in a little on that self control. The sounds they make are deep and primal. The force they use mixes pain with pleasure. The way they smell, the way they taste. The way your mouth feels swollen and bruised when it’s over. The scratches on your skin from stubble.”

You took one of his hands in yours and started to play with his fingers. “And sometimes the sheer size of them is exhilarating. The right man can make you feel empowered and overpowered all at once.”

His pupils were blown wide as he hung on your every word. You could hear his breathing getting heavier. The hard, steely length of him pressed into your thigh was enough to flood you.

You dropped your hand between you to cup him. “Is this for the man you’re thinking of, or is it me?”

There was a sharp intake of breath when your fingers curled a little tighter over the fabric of his pants. Without missing a beat, he tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned down for his confession. “Why not both?”

A myriad of images flashed through your brain. What kind of man would he choose? Your daydream must have been written on your face because when you met his gaze again his eyes had darkened to the point of no return. “Does that arouse you, y/n? Does the thought of me with a man get you wet and needy?” His hand reached under the hem of your dress and started to delicately trace up the inside of your thigh. Long, graceful fingers curled into the front of your panties and found you just as he suspected.

“Mmm,” he hummed in appreciation. “That’s a definite yes. I’ll keep that in mind for future fun, but right now it’s just you and me. And that’s more than fucking enough.”

His fingers started to glide through your wetness, collecting your arousal and bringing it up to rub circles around your pulsing clit. You clutched his forearms for purchase, riding his hand to within an inch of climax, but you stopped yourself. Not yet.

Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you pulled him from your body and dropped to your knees in front of him. You needed to feel him in your throat, to taste the saltiness of his skin. You needed to feel his hands tangled roughly in your hair, holding you down on himself until you were gasping for air.

He looked down at you with adoring admiration as you began unbuttoning his pants to set him free. He left you to your work, only moving to step out of his pants as they hit the ground. His body was fucking perfect and you were dying to get your hands on him.

He hissed in pleasure when your thumb swept over his tip, collecting the small bead of arousal and bringing it to your mouth to suck it off. God, you missed that taste. It was enough to send a fresh wave of desire dripping between your thighs.

Standing on your knees a little taller, you hovered over him, letting your saliva drip down to coat him before you took him into your hand. “Fucking hell,” he exclaimed, throwing his head back.

Your lips turned up in triumph. This was always your favorite part. Sure, letting him coax your body into ecstasy was amazing, but this… Watching the effect you had on him. It was a power trip.

Breaking his gaze, you closed your eyes and took him into your mouth. There really was nothing like the taste of him. You wanted more. Taking him deeper, the smooth skin of his cock glided effortlessly between your lips. You were moaning around him, enjoying every second of contact.

You only stopped your descent when you felt his fingers under your chin directing your focus back to his face. “You look so pretty on your knees for me. And you fucking love it, don’t you?” He growled at your garbled response. “That’s what I thought. Even with your mouth full you’re looking at me like you’re starving.”

Even though you were bowed in front of him, it was you who felt worshiped. His affirmations spurred you on, inciting a desperate need to please him. Relaxing into it, you slid down the rest of his length until he was resting securely at the back of your throat. But this time you never took your eyes off of his. He wanted you to watch him watch you.

You took a deep breath before you started again. Both of your hands grasped the backs of his muscular thighs for balance in an effort to support your enthusiastic movements. Your tongue stroked him mercilessly with each bob of your head leaving both of you a sloppy, wet mess. You willed yourself to hold on as long as possible when he hit the back of your throat again. Gagging around him, you nuzzled your nose into the dark hair surrounding his perfect cock.

You felt the expanse of his large hand cup the back of your head, pushing himself in even deeper. “Sh-shit,” he stuttered. “How are you so good at that? Don’t stop.”

Your nipples pebbled at the sound of his moans and you were suddenly aware of how cage-like your dress felt. There was too much separating your skin from his.

Letting go of his leg, you brought a hand down to play with yourself beneath your dress. You were almost painfully aroused, and were desperate for even the smallest sense of relief.

Benedict’s eyes tracked your movements hungrily but your concealment tortured him. Before you knew what was happening, you felt yourself being hoisted from the ground and crushed in a dizzying kiss. Nimble fingers made quick work of the zipper at your back, and in seconds you were standing there in nothing but your black lace panties.

His lips kissed roughly across your throat and down your sternum before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. The sensation was unreal, and you arched into him needing more.

With a firm grip on your hips, he spun you around and bent you over the vanity, placing your palms flat against the cool, wood surface for purchase. Your arms shook with anticipation when you caught his gaze in the mirror.

His mouth caressed down your spine, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You lost sight of him when he dipped below your waist but you could feel him there. The heat from his breath lingered on your skin. A gentle nudge on the inside of your knee hinted at his next request.

“Open your legs a little wider for me, darling.” You obeyed him immediately and he handed out his approval generously. “That’s my good girl. Always does what she’s told.”

The tone of his voice had your pussy clenching with need. His body read yours fluently and he was already moving to satisfy you. His thumbs hooked into the material of your underwear and rolled them down your legs.

You went to step free from them but he tutted his disapproval. “No, no, no baby. Leave those around your ankles.”

Again, you followed orders and waited for his next command.

His lips kissed each rounded cheek before two strong hands spread you open to him. “Fuck, look at you. So gorgeous and ready. You smell like heaven.” With one obscene motion, he licked from your pulsing entrance all the way up between your parted cheeks to place another soft kiss at the base of your spine. “You taste even better.”

Your legs were starting to get weak. “Benedict, please…”

“What do you want, y/n? Do you want my tongue? My fingers?” His thumb pushed slightly past the threshold of your aching heat but then stopped. “Or is there something else you want more?”

Every option presented was enticing but you knew what you needed. “I feel empty, Ben. I need you inside me.”

“Is this what you want?” You felt the tip of his cock align with your drenched opening. You moaned your approval but it wasn’t enough. “Yes or no? Say it.”

“Yes,” you pleaded.

He pushed into you torturously slowly, groaning when you had taken all of him. “Fuck, I’ve missed you. You feel so good. Nice and wet for me, as always.”

“Benedict,” you whimpered.

You could hear the smile in his voice when he responded. “How do you want it?”

“Fuck me, Ben. Make it hurt.”

He pulled out of you before slamming back in with so much force that it lifted you to the tips of your toes.You screamed out in ecstasy. “You like that? Is that how you need me today?”

“Faster, Ben. Don’t stop.”

Your command unleashed him.One hand braced your shoulder while the other dug into your hip. His thrusts were hard and deep, moving at a pace that made it hard for you to catch your breath.

Your arms finally gave out and you let him ease your face to the vanity. His hand left your shoulder to wind your hair around his wrist. The cup of makeup brushes was knocked to the floor, scattering them at your feet. Your knuckles turned white as you clutched the edge of the table for dear life.

Something was building inside you. Something bigger than you, and slightly terrifying. There was no stopping it. You were hurtling toward an oblivion that was outside of your control.

You tipped over the edge when his teeth nipped into the skin at your shoulder. You tried to scream but there was no air. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t see. You couldn’t hear. You didn’t exist inside your flesh any longer.

“Oohhhh,” he moaned. “I’m gonna come. Shiiiit!”

You felt the material of his sweater on your bare back when he collapsed on top of you. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he was still wearing it until now.

He went to lift himself but you stopped him. “Don’t move yet. You feel so good.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed. “If I had it my way, I’d be inside you until I got on the plane tomorrow.”

“I don’t think we’d make it through security like this,” you joked.

“Worst case scenario, we get detained and I have to stay a bit longer.”

“Tempting,” you quipped.

“Yes…” his lips brushed against your neck. “... you are.”

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@faye-tale @queenofmean14 @eleanor-bradstreet @musicismyoxygen84 @heeyyyou @queen-of-the-misfit-toys

#Benedict Bridgerton x Reader #Benedict Bridgerton x You #Benedict Bridgerton FanFiction #Benedict Bridgerton #Bridgerton FanFiction #Benedict Bridgerton and Reader #Benedict Bridgerton and You #Modern AU Benedict Bridgerton

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hello dear !! congrats on 300, 3 million next 🤞

now then, can i please have a handpicked bouquet from a nursery with roses + cosmos for either zhongli, freminet or neuvillette (i don’t mind!!)

thank you and congratulations once more ٩(^‿^)۶♡

if i could slow time

bell's notes: you cannot just drop those prompts with those characters and leave sir /gn erm 😐 /nm. breaking my heart ☹️💔😔 /lyr, also yes 3 mil for bell 🙏, dumbi 2 tril next 🫵, ty tho 💓, the 'right person wrong time' is not even noticeable im, this is so short i cannot, first time writing anything besides gn!reader so if it's inaccurate im so so sorry, not proofread

contents: zhongli x male!reader, mention of death, angst and fluff, 567 word count

summary: in which your soulmate hardly interacts with you, and the reason why is just as bad as the hurt of his ignorance

It was stupid. A crush you happened to work for has gone wild in the sense that you may or may not have noticed that his wrist was tainted with your name. This not only caused you to have an entire mental breakdown that you couldn’t let show physically, but you rushed out of the funeral parlor, nearly knocking down Hu Tao with your theatrics.

Not to mention, you thought Zhongli was either clueless, didn’t care, or was just naturally calm about things this extreme because he saw the man who was now his soulmate every day without a stutter, shake, or a cracked-up voice; unlike yourself. Who were you to complain, though? If he acted normal and made no big deal of it, it was most likely not a big deal, right?

You only groaned out annoyingly as you pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the smell of coffins as you helped a woman pick out one for her new-found lover who turned dead because of some freak mitachurl accident. To which you could only nod solemnly in response too, praying to the archons above that something like that wouldn’t happen to you before Zhongli decided to pay attention to you being his soulmate.

It was only a matter of time before the woman left that you quite literally had enough, and rushed to knock on Zhongli’s office door, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for him to open it. He couldn’t have let you inside at a better time before you brushed past him, albeit harshly, before turning around to face him.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” Four words and you almost swore Zhongli blinked back a cry at them, a solemn smile playing at his lips before he sighed, motioning for you to sit in the chair in front of his desk.

The conversation was nothing like you had imagined in your head. No ‘I’m not into men’, no ‘There’s someone else, no ‘I’m not interested in having a soulmate, but an “I’m an archon” in its place. After letting the statement settle in, Zhongli continued with his explanation in a manner so calming that it almost made you regret your previous snap towards him just a few minutes ago.

He failed to converse with you about your souls being intertwined because he felt as if he would be burdening you with the truth that when you two got completely attached you would pass on before him, centuries before him if he was going to be honest; although it seems as if he was burdening you with the truth now.

You would grow and he would not, you would maybe adopt a child and they too would grow old and he would not, you would fear over time where you would leave him and he would not. He was afraid, afraid that you would worry so much about him and his sake of being with his soulmate, that you wouldn’t enjoy the time you spent together.

But in the end, you both agreed. The two of you would spend the rest of your time together in this world until it came for you to part, and no matter what had happened you wouldn’t feel the need to worry about what would happen to him after you eased to live.

“Because as long as I still can recall memories of you, I shall be fine.”

#🌹's #astronetwrk #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#zhongli x reader #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x you #genshin fluff #genshin angst #zhongli angst #zhongli fluff

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fullsunstrawberry · 2 years

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Enhypen as Different Tropes:

*Warning: Mention of hookup during Jays part

*No gifs are mine! Credit to the owners :)

*Writing Type: Enhypen as…

{enhypen masterlist}

Heeseung:

Ex Lovers

You and Heeseung dated all throughout high school. But both of you decided to go to different Colleges. With Heeseung going to Seoul and you going overseas. You both decided to split up because long distance wasn’t working.

You wanted to stay in the states since you’ve got family there but you got offered a really good job in Seoul. So you had to take it. To be honest, you really missed Korea.

Finding an apartment wasn’t easy in the slightest. But you finally settled in an apartment close to your new job. The hardest part wasn’t even the apartment hunting, it was the fact you didn’t know anyone in Seoul. You realized this when you got a raise and you didn’t have anyone to celebrate with.

Luckily there were a couple of work friends that invited you to go drinking. This was an opportunity to make friends so you accepted.

What you didn’t expect was all of them to invite their own friends. One guy named Jake even invited five of his friends. Telling everyone a couple more are on the way.

It was honestly overwhelming but you liked being around so many people having a good time. It was the first time since moving that you felt at home.

“Jake! So sorry i’m late, traffic” A tall guy rushes into the bar. Giving Jake a handshake and pulling him into the hug. “No problem man! Let me introduce you all.” Jake turns to the table while gesturing towards the mystery man.

“Everyone this is Heeseung!” “Heeseung, this is some of my coworkers” Jake announces gesturing towards the table.

“Which one are we celebrating?” Heeseung questioned

“Well, Y/N did just get a raise! Next rounds on her” Jake pointed towards me while smiling.

In that moment you locked eyes with Heeseung. He looked so different. More mature and definitely hotter.

He definitely recognized you… Because he couldn’t look away. “Congratulations y/n, i’m very proud of you” He softly smiled.

Jay:

CEO

Since you just got a job in Park Enterprise as a secretary your friends decided to celebrate. That’s why you are stuck at the club the weekend before your first day. It was all fun and games until your friends kept buying you shots after shots.

You noticed a very attractive man looking at you. “Looks like you're having some fun.” He smirked. “I got a big day on Monday! Starting a new job” You winked back while taking another shot. “ Lucky you, I’m also celebrating” he continued “a promotion and a raise”

“Well maybe you should buy me a drink with some of your raise money” you winked while leaning closer to him.

“What if we get out of this place instead?” He replied leaning in too.

That’s how you ended up waking up with a strong grip around your waist. You couldn’t lie, you loved it. You looked around and realized just how big his bedroom was. It had a huge window basically covering the whole wall.

You slowly removed his arm from around you. Picking up your close from the floor. You didn’t want to stay any longer even though your body wanted to.

Shutting the bedroom door quietly you started to walk around, trying to find the front door. He lives in an apartment but walking around this feels too big to be an apartment. Does he live in the penthouse? Then it hits you, oh my god you just slept with a rich ass guy.

You finally found the front door which took you forever. When you hear him call out your name. Shit…. You quickly shut the front door and leave.

Now it’s your first day, you made sure to wake up extra early so you could get coffee and drink it in the elevator. You regretted leaving your one night stand so early but you had to remind yourself that it was just a hook up and nothing more.

Walking into Park Enterprise was shocking. It was huge with glass windows surrounding the walls.

You press the elevator button, glad you got there early. There wasn’t anyone else in the elevator.

What you didn’t expect was the handsome man from the weekend asking you to hold the door. Once he stepped in he noticed you in the corner. His face grew a smug smile. He pressed the top floor button.

“Why did you leave so soon?”

Jake:

Frat boy

Everyone on campus is always talking about Enhypens Parties. It’s so annoying… Especially since you have to sit next to the infamous Jake. All he talked about was how “Crazy” the last party was.

He’s been trying to get you to go every since the teacher paired you guys up for a whole semester project. At this point you're convinced that he loves to annoy you.

“ Come on Y/N! We’re almost done with the project. Don’t you wanna celebrate”

“By going to one of your amazing parties” you rolled your eyes

“Come on! Why not” Jake whined

“ Well for starters, my friends aren’t really party people and I’m not going to sit in the corner.”

“I’ll be there! I’ll even stay by your side the entire night!” Jake pleaded.

“If I go this one time, will you stop asking me” you sighed while shaking your head .

“I Promise! Make sure to wear something sexy” Jake winked

That is how you ended up in a frat house’s basement. You're not in the basement because everyone else is in there. No, actually the opposite. It’s the only part of the house that isn’t filled with other people. The only thing in the basement is a cute puppy. Maybe going to this party wasn’t so bad. You can barely hear the music from down here and you get to pet a cute dog.

“Layla?” Someone shouts while closing the door and walking down stairs “I got you some treats!”

You recognized the voice as Jake’s. You really didn’t want him to see you down here. What if he got mad because you weren’t supposed to be down here. Ugh why did you do this to yourself.

While panicking you heard a laugh. “I should have known you were down here! thought you ditched me.”

Looking at Jake he had a huge grin. “I see you've you met Layla. Isn’t she cute” He walked up to where I was kneeling and kneeled down to pet Layla.

“She is a cutie, She’s been keeping me company” You said while giving Layla head scratches. In which she started licking your face in return.

“She seems to be taking a liking to you. She’s just like her dad.” Jake winked while looking at your lips.

Sunghoon:

Enemies to Lovers

Just hearing his name makes your blood boil. Sunghoon is always bothering you. It doesn’t help that everyone LOVES him. They only love him for his stupidly perfect face and his amazing ice skating skills. But there is more to a person than just being hot.

He was always out to get you. You thought that college would be different. There’s no chance both of you go to the same college…Right?.. RIGHT???

WRONG!

Meeting your roommate was honestly amazing. They were so nice and perfect. Moving in was easy. No one fought over which bed to get or which closet they wanted.

It was honestly perfect! Until you had to go to class and you forgot your headphones. Heading back to your room, you pushed your door open and saw Sunghoon laying down on your roommate's bed.

“SUNGHOON!?”

He was startled hearing your voice. “y/n? What are you doing here?”

“WHAT AM I DOING HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! THIS IS MY ROOM!” You ranted.

Sunghoon looked puzzled for a second. “This is my cousin's room.” “im waiting for her to get back from class” He continued

GREAT! Just great! When you think you’ll never see him again, he appears.

You huffed out “This isn’t fair! I thought I got rid of you”

“Oh baby, you’ll never get rid of me.” Sunghoon shot you a wink.

“Maybe i’ll even hang out with my cousin more often, just to see you.” He stood up once he saw his cousin open the door behind you.

“Got to go! See you around.” Sunghoon walked by you, putting his hand on your hip to move you over so he can get to the door. Before he closed the door he made sure to blow you a kiss.

This is gonna be a long year…

Sunoo:

Teacher x Teacher

Sunoo is the elementary arts teacher, while you are the school librarian. Sunoo is always asking you if you need any decorations or help with the Library. His students love to make fun of him for always being so nice to you.

Today started off the same but the school was decorated for Valentine’s day. A bunch of pink and red hearts.

Sunoo greeted you in the hallway before he rushed to his classroom. He will usually start up a conversation and even sometimes walk you to the library. But today he looked like he was in a rush.

You loved being an elementary school librarian. Kids are unpredictable so there is never a boring day.

While you were preparing for a class reading, putting pillows and books on the floor, Sunoo was dealing with a bunch of questions from his students.

“Teacher! Who'syour valentine!” “I bet it’s the librarian Ms. y/n!” “Oh it’s definitely her!”

“Class! I do not have a Valentine.” Sunoo tried to get the class to settle down.

“Why don’t you ask Ms.Y/N”

Sunoo couldn’t help but blush a little bit. His class teasing him about his not so hidden crush is very common. But something about today, being Valentine’s day, made his heart flutter hearing your name.

“Okay class! Settle down. I can’t ask her to be my valentine, I don’t have anything to give her.” Sunoo tried making an excuse so the kids wouldn’t continue.

“We can make paper hearts and then you can give them to her!” One of the little girls said with a big smile on her face. He’s definitely not getting out of this one.

You have been waiting for Sunoo’s class for ten minutes already. You were starting to get worried. So you decided to walk to his classroom. Once you got there, you peaked through the window.

Your heart fluttered. Sunoo was surrounded by his students holding different shades of red and pink hearts. He looked like glitter exploded in his face. You can tell he’s been helping make the little art projects.

You decided to knock on the door while pushing it open to say hello.

“Looks like you all are having a lot of fun in here!”

Sunoo quickly faced the door, startled by your voice. “Oh hi Ms. y/n! We were making Valentine's” One of the kids spoke up.

Sunoo couldn’t help but stare at you. One of the kids nudged Sunoo’s leg and whispered “Ask her”

Sunoo blushed (even more if that is possible) “y/n I’m so sorry I forgot about the reading time. My students were helping me make Valentine's .”

“Aww that’s so sweet” You replied

“I was actually wondering if you would like to be my Valentines” Sunoo extended his hands to reveal chocolate and a cute paper heart.

“Oh my! I would love to!” You blushed, hiding your face. While the kids all cheered.

Jungwon:

Childhood Best Friend

You’ve known Jungwon since learning how to walk. His mom used to babysit you when your parents were on business trips. Which was all the time. Jungwon’s house was basically your house too.

So when Jungwon started to make more friends and you didn’t. It was kind of awkward. Especially when he didn’t tell you they were hanging out at his house.

Walking into a room full of guys would make anyone nervous.

“Oh everyone, this is y/n my best friend” Jungwon patted the spot next to him on the bed. You nervously walked to sit in the spot he patted. Dodging all the legs.

four new friends! Not counting the ones you already know. Sunoo and Niki. School just started again. How is that even possible?

“Y/N this is Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon! He said pointing everyone out to you. “They are a year above us.”

They all waved at you smiling. At least they were nice.

They kept hanging out at Jungwons house. You don’t even remember the last time you hung out with Jungwon alone. But you were happy to also make new friends. Jay even started to teach you to cook. While Sunghoon tried to teach you how to skate.

What you didn’t notice was the fact Jungwon also realized how little time the two of you have spent together, alone. So he had to fix it. Calling you over for a movie marathon.

Once you got to Jungwon’s house you expected everyone else to be there too. But it was only Jungwon on the couch.

“Where is everyone else?” You questioned. Jungwon was taken aback by this.

“Everyone else?” He felt a hint of jealousy in his stomach.

“Oh I just assumed that they were gonna be here too. I was excited for Jay’s popcorn” You shrugged while taking a seat on the couch.

“Well i’m sorry Jays not here” Jungwon scoffed.

“Are you okay, Jungwon?” You looked at him and he had an annoyed look on his face…and that’s when it clicked!

“Oh my god! You’re jealous!” You raised your voice, teasing him

“So what if I am! You have been distant. Even when you're around, you're all over Sunghoon or Jay.” Jungwon ranted. You did not expect this. You thought he would just laugh it off.

“Jungwon-“ “See you don’t even call me Wonnie anymore!” Jungwon interrupted.

“All the guys call you Jungwon so I thought you didn’t want me to call you Wonnie!” You didn’t know where all of this was coming from.

“I love when you call me Wonnie because I love you. Jungwon rushed out without thinking. His eyes widened once the words left his mouth.

“You love me? Like, LOVE me?”Your pressed for him to answer.

“Okay, yes I do.” Jungwon was clearly nervous, stuttering a little bit.

“Wonnie, I love you too!” You wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you back tightly.

“Okay well now you have to be my girlfriend. No take backsies!”

“Really.. Take backsies…is this what i’m getting myself into” You laughed

“Yes it is” Jungwon made sure to kiss your forehead after every word.

Niki:

Boy Next Door

Living in an apartment can be fun. But not when only old people live there. Since you were taking care of your grandma, you didn’t have any time for making new friends or even hanging out with your current friends.

But this changed one day when a family moved in next door. You’ve seen a boy around your age coming and leaving the building a couple of times. You wanted to go up to him and introduce yourself. But you couldn’t find the courage.

With the little time that you do get to yourself. You like to go onto the apartment's roof. Now, you aren’t exactly supposed to be up there but the door alarm has always been broken.

Usually it’s very quiet and peaceful up there. But today you can hear a faint song playing. You swear it’s Replay by Shinee. But you're sure no one from the building listens to them. Your apartment wasn’t known for being huge boy group fans, with all the older people living here.

You started to follow the music. Once you turned the corner, you saw a tall boy dancing. He definitely knows how to dance. Once he was done he turned his face. You then realized it was the boy that moved in next door. You went to hide behind the corner but he noticed you.

He walked to his speaker and turned it off. “Oh i’m sorry, am I being too loud?” He spoke.

You were caught off guard, not expecting his voice to be deep.

“Oh uh. I'm sorry I didn’t know anyone else came up here” You spoke moving away from the corner so you didn’t look like a creep.

“It’s beautiful up here isn’t it. It’s the only place where I get peace” He sat down on the ground patting next to him.

You walked over and sat next to him. Looking up into the sky.

“I have always gone here for peace.” you continued to ramble “since my grandma needs me. It’s like a 24/7 job.” You realized that you started to ramble so you switched the conversation asking him why he’s here.

“My parents are trying to open a dance studio so they're always fighting about different things.” He explained while looking at you.

“Did they teach you to dance?”

“Yeah, we had a dance studio in Japan but we moved to Korea.”

“So you're new to Korea?” You looked at him

“Yeah, maybe you can show me around sometime” he smiled at you.

“I will love to-“ before you could say anything else your phone dinged. “Oh i’m sorry my grandma needs me to get her medicine” You quickly got up to leave.

“See you again, Same time?” he asked

“Yeah” you smiled.

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