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ceilidho · 2 months

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take me home, country road

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You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description. Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au (part 8)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Now a nocturnal animal emerges into the daylight hours.

A week becomes two and your shoulders untense. It’s not something you notice at first because you’re used to an ever present strain between your shoulder blades and an ache in your jaw from grinding your teeth at night. Then a fortnight goes by without so much as a missive with your name on it floating across John’s desk or a stranger appearing in town after tracking you down, and you wonder if maybe the world really is big enough to hide in.

It sure feels that way at times. The woods beyond the bounds of John’s property stretch out farther than the eye can see and even walking it feels like you could disappear into another realm. Old spruces shoot up high into the clouds, and deeper into the woods, huge rock formations grow more and more prominent as you near the mountains. John takes you through the woods on horseback, following the rough trails carved into the dirt by a century of wagons and carts using the same path. The footprints of a different time.

Up in the trees, birds warble and chirp, talking to one another in songs that you’ve never heard before. A woodpecker drills into the side of a tree. Pinecones snap out of the upper branches and drop to the forest floor.

There is only a single trail and it’s easy to lose. You grow a bit nervous when John takes you off the trail and deeper into the woods, but he does so with the confidence of a man that knows these woods like the back of his hand. You go quiet when he stops Buttercup to let a herd of deer wander by, the stragglers hurrying to catch up with the group, throwing the two of you nervous glances before they disappear into the thicket.

“Should we be out this far?” you ask in a whisper, reluctant to disturb the silence. Though the woods are full of animals that bleat, chirp, chatter, and hoot, the sound of your own voice feels preternaturally loud and shrill.

“We won’t get lost, darlin’. I know my way around,” John reassures you, curling an arm around your waist to hold you to him. These days, you hardly worry about tumbling off the horse. Not with him at your back anyway.

“That wasn’t really my worry,” you mumble, trailing off.

“Then what’re you getting all worked up about?”

“Aren’t there wolves out here? Or bears?”

He snorts, the sound making you jolt. You don’t topple over because he has such a firm hold around your waist. “They don’t usually come this close to town. They’re more scared of you than you are of them.”

“That sounds like something mothers tell their children to stop them crying,” you say flatly. You draw your legs up automatically when John directs Buttercup through a shallow basin, a shortcut back home. It makes you anxious for a moment, but the water barely goes up to her ankles, so you relax when you realize that you’re in no danger of being swept away by the current.

“That doesn’t mean a bear or wolf can’t wander by, but it’s rare.”

“And there it is.”

You can feel the heat of his glower on the back of your head. “We could spend the night out here if you want to see for yourself.”

At that, you shut your mouth. Even if he were to prove his point, you have no interest in camping out in the woods now that you’ve become accustomed to the luxury of a soft bed. Granted that you’re forced to share that same bed, still you’ve never slept half as well as you do these days. You wake up rested after nine hours of blissful shut eye, a sleep so deep that your dreams only come in half-remembered flashes. Often they involve the man you wake up wrapped around, and for that you’re grateful that they remain submerged.

A new desire has started to burrow its way into the back of your mind in recent days. It starts out as a thought so brief that you hardly notice it before it skitters away.

And then it lingers.

You wake up in the middle of the night hot, sweat dripping down the nape of your neck and a fire burning in your loins, a red-hot coil wound around itself, fit to burst. Pulsating. At some point throughout the night, you must have thrown a leg around John’s waist because it rests there now, your hand planted in the middle of his chest and your sex all but rubbing up against his thigh. Under your hand, you can feel his heart pump strong and steady.

You hold very, very still, waiting for him to wake. But John sleeps on, his palm loose where it rests along the curve of your hip, fingers curling into the flesh of your backside.

You can hardly look at him these days without shaking. You’ve come to fixate on the sway of his hips when he walks and the flecks of silver in his beard. The grooves in his weathered hands. The way your head fits in the palm of his hand when he cradles it to his chest. The fond glimmer in his eyes that shines the brightest when he puts his hat on your head and it slips past your eyes, too big for your head.

When you tip it up in order to see, the folds around his eyes become more pronounced with the force of his smile.

“There you are, bug,” he says, taking the hat off your head to set it back on his and reeling you in for a kiss.

Bug, love, honey, darling. The constant flux of endearments makes your head spin. John never calls you by the name on your marriage license. It’s like that name means nothing to him, cast away at the first opportunity and replaced by an endless stream of pet names.

He hasn’t touched your sex since making you come on the porch swing the week before. He pulls you into a chaste embrace at night, the only evidence of his own desire being the stiff shaft nestled against the small of your back in the early morning hours, which he takes care of on his own in the bathroom downstairs after pressing a kiss to your cheek. You feel robbed of something, though you don’t know quite what.

You’re tempted to offer your help, but you don’t know exactly what that would entail. Inexperience and fear of rejection hold you back, stay your tongue. In the two weeks you’ve been married, he hasn’t once tried to pin you down and rut between your thighs like you expected and dreaded that very first night.

Now that that time has passed, you don’t know how to initiate that moment again.

John promises to teach you how to ride a horse. You can’t see a reason to protest, much to your chagrin. Despite your apprehensions, even you can’t deny that it would be a helpful skill. A train only goes one way after all, confined to a single track. A horse has no such laws to obey.

The thought stays nestled at the back of your mind as the days continue on.

You flounder around in the kitchen on the day that John invites his deputies over for supper. You’ve met the big one—Simon—now a small handful of times, each encounter marked by a silence that sucks the air out of the room when he turns his gaze on you and holds it. Perhaps you’ve simply ascribed too much importance to his person, given that every time you’ve seen him, your life has changed irrevocably. His presence is always followed by revelation it seems. The archangel of vicissitude. A harbinger of uncertain times.

The other two are new. John introduces you to them when you bring out the cutlery and crockery to set the table, and you nearly go cross-eyed when they reach across the table at the same time to offer their hands. You go to meet them halfway, but flinch when John brings his hand down on the table with enough force to make the silverware jump.

“Sorry, darlin’,” he apologizes to you first before turning his glare on the other two. “That ain’t proper, boys. You wait for the lady to offer her hand first—you don’t treat a woman like she’s a mutt you’re teaching to shake.”

“Ah, sorry, hen,” the one on the left says, his voice a thick Scottish brogue like a purr. He’s possibly the handsomest man you’ve ever met, but there’s something dangerous and wild in his eyes. When he smiles, it curls up in a roguish sort of way that makes you falter, like he’s in on a joke that you aren’t. “Dinnae mean to offend. No’ often we get ta meet such a pretty lady.”

“Sorry—” the one on the right apologizes in a voice far more earnest than his counterpart’s. “And sorry for him. We think he was raised by wolves.”

“What’s yer excuse then?” the Scot sneers, knocking his knee into the other man’s under the table. “Dinnae see ye waitin’ for her fuckin’ hand like a gentleman—apologies, hen.”

“Christ,” John sighs, leaning back in his chair and staring up at the ceiling.

Simon stays silent at the other end of the table, but the whole table jumps when he aims a kick at the Scott’s leg. He hisses and blurts out a word in a language you’ve never heard before, the word unmistakably vitriolic. He clutches at his shin and shoots a nasty look at Simon, though he doesn’t make a move to retaliate.

“Name’s Kyle. Kyle Garrick,” the other introduces himself, and you finally reach across the table to offer your hand. His hand is warm against yours when he takes it, dark skin burnished in the candlelight. There’s something inviting about him; something about his eyes, so dark that you almost fall into them. Thick lips curl up into a smile. “And this here is Soap.”

You frown. “Soap?”

The man in question runs a hand down his front, emphasizing the cut of his shirt and the way it clings to the muscle of his chest. “‘Cause of how well I clean up.”

Simon barks out a laugh at that. The sound comes so sudden and sharp that it startles you. “You got it ‘cause your mum had to wash out your mouth with soap.”

It’s the most you’ve ever heard out of him and you can only stare wide-eyed at the lot of them as they dissolve into bickering and squabbling after that. It’s almost a relief to head back into the kitchen to finish cooking.

Dinner is a similar messy affair, punctuated by the sound of Soap practically gnawing the meat off the bone. He only apologizes when John barks at him for making a mess, more food on the floor around him than on his plate, but his table manners don’t last very long. John doesn’t seem so much embarrassed on their behalf as annoyed, but it’s an annoyance that comes with an aftertaste of warmth. You can tell without asking that they’ve known each other for years.

There’s room enough in you for food and envy. Back home you had friends. Never close friends, but acquaintances at least. Maids you could recognize by face. Small talk while ascending single-file up the servants’ staircase. Perhaps little more than that. You’d never been particularly close to any of them, but how could you? You worked from morning ‘till night, up and down the stairs, moving in the shadows. Never making too much noise lest your employers take notice of you.

Like he did.

You shake it off. That’s no matter now. You’re hundreds of miles away and living under a new name. A married woman, to the county sheriff no less. It only sometimes hurts your heart to think of how lonely you’d been.

When they leave, you stand at the window and watch as they disappear into the black of the night, Simon at the front of the pack, his torchlight leading the way. The sound of horse hooves beating against the dirt recedes the farther they get.

His hands warm your shoulders. You don’t know how long he’s been there, standing behind you while you stared out the window after the boys. All you know is that his hands are warm, and the kiss he presses to the back of your head makes you arch back into him, unconsciously gravitating closer to him. Needing to be near.

In bed, you curl your fingers against his chest. On a rough exhale, you wake. You dream still of something terrible that happens somewhere else, in another city, in an old life. His heartbeat lulls you back to sleep.

John takes you to the local seamstress to have you fitted for a pair of pants and suddenly you’re out of excuses. They fit you comfortably, like a second skin, and you find yourself pulling at the legs at your final fitting as if to stretch out the material. The seamstress nearly jabs you with a pin and glares up at you until you stop fidgeting.

You come to terms with it when he brings you into the stables and makes you fetch the saddle from where it rests on its stand. It’s heavier than you expected. You stumble back over to where John now has Buttercup standing in the middle of the stable, holding her by the lead fixed to her bridle.

“I don’t know if—” you start, trepidation climbing up your chest until it grips you by the throat. For as many times as you’ve ridden her, you’ve never done it alone.

John fixes her lead to a post and walks over to you, taking the saddle from your hands and letting it drop to the ground. He cups your face in both hands to tilt your head up. “Hey, honey. We’re not doing much of anything today, alright? Just a walk around the paddock so you get used to sitting on Buttercup on your own. I’m not gonna smack her ass and send you down the trail at full tilt..”

That gets a laugh out of you. “You promise?”

He smiles. “Promise, darlin’.”

And he keeps it. The only thing you do that day is learn how to tack a horse and how to properly mount and dismount her. The latter part of the lesson is devoted to you trying to find your balance while John leads the two of you around the pen at a leisurely pace. He calms you down when he sees you grow too stiff, stopping to coo and rub your thigh until you gradually relax. It’s heartwarming until Buttercup begins to tense up too for a reason unbeknownst to you and you watch in righteous fury as John calms her down the same way.

John gets you a hat to keep the sun from beating down on you, but there’s little he can do about the soreness between your thighs and the stiffness in your legs the next day. All you can do is hiss and moan in pain, hobbling around the house until he forces you down into a chair and hikes up your dress in order to apply an arnica salve to your inner thighs.

It’s a relief and an affront at the same time. The duality of man. The salve soothes much of the ache, but you twitch nervously around John for the rest of the day, the memory of him pinning you to the chair and forcibly spreading your thighs haunting you. The lingering ache in your core is just the salt in the wound.

It rains another day. A light drizzle while the sun is still out.

Every day you sit and you think, will it be today? And then the wash basins are emptied out in the field, the horses are taken out to the paddock, you pin the laundry up on the line to dry, and John presses a farewell kiss to your forehead when he leaves you with Kate and nothing happens. Every inch of you waits for more, anticipates more. Throbs when he leaves you wanting, only a chaste kiss and a squeeze around your waist before he’s off.

You can feel it coming to a head. An itch you can’t shake.

That day comes with another ache you can’t shake.

“Please,” you beg, clasping your hands in front of you. “One day of rest. That’s all I’m asking. I can’t do this anymore, John.”

John snaps the lead in his hands. “Let’s get a move on. We’re burning daylight.”

You hang your head low on the march over to the stables, John taking up the rear like he expects you to bolt. An executioner’s walk. The thought of escape has never seemed further away—not even because of its feasibility, but because all you want to do is lie down and rest.

“You can quit your moping,” he says as you tack up Buttercup, a pout on your lips. “Got something special for you today.”

That makes you perk up, regardless of the fact that he doesn’t specify what that is. Anticipation mounts in you when he helps you up onto Buttercup and then climbs up behind you himself. He steers her away from the paddock and towards the trail leading into the woods, the sun at its zenith now, illuminating everything as far as the eye can see.

You’ve ridden this trail before. A week ago, with John at your back as he is now. Through the fields and over the hills until the trees start to number in the tens and then the hundreds, no clear delineation between plain and forest. Simply there and then everywhere.

By now, after hours of sun beating down on the path, the trail is mostly dry, yesterday’s rain long since having sunk into the earth. You think it’d still be a tough hike on foot, but on horseback you cover acres of land at a brisk pace, Buttercup hardly breaking a sweat. You cross paths with a small group traveling by horse and wagon, but John breaks off from the path not too long after that, steering Buttercup deeper into the wilderness, where the only gullies are the ones carved out by years and years of rainfall.

You only see it when the land begins to dip and you’re forced to hold onto the horn and tighten your thighs around the fenders to keep steady. At the bottom of a hill, a small stream opens up into a larger river, narrowing out at the other end where the land rises again and the water can only trickle over the pebbly riverbed. On the other side, a rocky outcropping cuts the stream off from view.

“Is this where you used to come to bathe?” you ask, recalling an earlier conversation.

John sighs. “Thought I’d take you for a swim as a treat, but if you’d rather just tease me—”

“Well now, let’s not be hasty,” you say, already trying to dismount on your own, eyes glued on the stream glimmering in the sunlight. John chuckles, keeping you pressed to him until he guides Buttercup under a tree for shade and dismounts first, helping you down after him.

All you want to do is wade in the stream up to your ankles, so that’s what you do. Boots kicked off, Buttercup relaxing in the shade of a tree, John standing by the water’s edge with his hands on his hips and watching you tiptoe over the smooth rocks below. You roll up your pant legs, but eventually you feel the ends grow damp as you venture farther out. At its deepest, you would probably sink up to your waist.

“Don’t you want to swim?” John asks from somewhere behind you.

You splash around a bit, kicking your feet through the water. “Hard to do that with clothes—”

When you turn back around to face him, your eyes dart down momentarily at the sight of skin before you squeak and whirl back around, sending up an arc of water. Twice now you’ve seen him naked.

“You’ve no clothes on,” you state, bluntly enough that it almost sounds stupid.

You hear the water splash and ripple when he takes his first step in. “Right—you better think about doing the same if you don’t want to ride home soaking wet.”

“I was perfectly fine just getting my feet wet,” you say indignantly.

“We came out here to swim, not get your feet wet,” John laughs. You stiffen when his hand comes down on your shoulder, conscious of the fact that your husband is standing right behind you, entirely divested of his clothes. “So best get to steppin’.”

“You can’t make me.”

“Oh, honey,” he says pityingly. “Yes, I can.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as you make your way back to shore, careful not to allow yourself a glimpse of him. Your boots are stacked beneath the shade of another tree, John’s clothes folded neatly beside them. You strip slowly, attentive to the world around you; though unlikely, it’s not impossible that someone might wander by. Your only consolation is that John is still within sight, though you keep your back to him because in recent days, you’ve developed a hunger for him that even now makes your stomach hurt.

Though the air is warm, you shiver. When you turn around with your arms crossed over your breasts to hide them from sight, you find John wading in the river up to his waist. You’ve seen him like this once before, the hearty body of a man in his prime. Sturdy and strong. The hair on his chest is darker than that on his head, wet too from the dip he must have taken when your back was turned. His hair is slicked back too, a wet hand combing it back.

“Come on, darlin’,” he calls, beckoning you forward with his hand.

The water is a cold shock when you step in past your ankles. Ice cold tendrils wrap up your legs, sucking the warmth from you.

You suck in a soft breath when he pulls you into his arms and heaves you up, big hands gripping under your thighs. Your breasts press against the wet skin of his chest, nipples already pebbled. The river is deeper than you assumed; John pulls you deeper in until it pools around your waist and then your chest. Cold enough that you shiver until John dips his head down and the kiss he presses to your lips melts you from the inside out.

You can’t escape the intimacy of water-slick skin. When John drags you up his chest, your nipples brush over his and the shudder that passes through you is violent, toe-curling. You know that he can feel the heat of your core even underwater. With your legs wound around his waist, every inch of you is plastered to his front. Even your fingers play with the ends of his hair, arms draped over his shoulders. You can’t look away.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, breath hot on your face. “Eyes on me.”

As if you could look anywhere else.

He reaches down under the water to readjust himself and you gasp when his shaft is suddenly right there, trapped between his belly and your heat. It’s the closest you’ve ever gotten to coitus, his glans nestled between your folds. You’d only have to shift slightly for him to slip right in. The thought makes your breath quicken.

He doesn’t make a move to take you though, even knowing that he could. How easy it would be. How it’s due to him. Your husband that’s waited a fortnight to take you as his own. John kisses you until each slick pass of his lips grows sloppier, clumsier—his lips barely parting from yours before they’re on you again, rendering you a creature of base needs.

But his hands don’t shift from your backside where he holds you in place. His fingers dig into the flesh hard enough to bruise, but they don’t move to part your folds to make room for his manhood. You expect him to—practically yearn for it and squeeze him around the neck all the harder when he subverts your expectations, doing no more than letting you grind your heat against the base of his shaft.

“John—John, please,” you beg, mindless for what. You don’t know what you’re asking for.

“What d’ya need, darlin’?” he asks into your mouth, stealing your answer with another kiss.

You fall under the swell of another wave. When the root of his cock glides over your clit, your core clenches on nothing, a sob half-bitten off in your mouth, ripped from your chest.

It doesn’t matter how close to him you get—he gives you nothing. The heat could very well burn you from the inside out. Cold water caresses your skin as it flows past, but the center of you runs so hot that you hardly notice it.

When he hikes you higher up against his chest, you clench your fingers in his hair, whining when he takes your nipple into his mouth. Your gasp comes out sharp and hurt when the coarse bristles of his beard rub rough against your breast. He sucks at your breast tender at first, gentle, eyes half-lidded like his mind has gone somewhere else, but there’s a glint in his eye that grows wild and dark, that turns him rough. You don’t know what to do except shake and let him use you how he wants.

Desperation nips at your heels, urging you up the length of him. If you had more nerve, you’d reach down and grasp him under the water, notch the head of his member against your sex and sink right down on him. You need him like you've never needed anything before. Every part of you aflame, searing hot under the sun at its highest point; right overhead, right on top of you.

His teeth sink delicately into your areola, tongue lapping over your nipple to soothe the hurt, and suddenly, you break.

“Please—” you gasp, wrenching his mouth away from your breast and whimpering when he resists at first, glaring up at you like he might bite. “Please, John—I can’t take it. I need you.”

His eyes darken, the pupil swallowing everything up. “Need me where, wife? Here?”

A hand dips between your thighs, pointer finger gliding over your sex, plump with blood. So tender that your mouth hangs open on a whine when he touches you.

“Y-yes,” you whimper, gaze swimming.

John’s breath comes out in a harsh, ragged pant. Completely undone in a way you’ve never seen before. “Get out, darlin’. I’m taking you home. Gonna give you what you need.”

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euaphora · 7 months

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GIVE THIS PUSSY TO YOU 9 TO FIVE, 5 TO NINE! | part two.

colleague!kento who hates having to wake up every morning to deal with irritating people from his work, everything seemed to piss him off or made him upset. nobody would invite him out for drinks except you.

colleague!kento who was slightly surprised when you came up to him before the evening ended, he was pretty nervous to talk to you since you always seemed to avoid him, or so he thought.

colleague!kento who watched your glossed lips touch, of course he wasn’t paying attention, he had only been thinking about many different ways you could be using your plumped lips for…“so should I take that as a yes?” you ask, awkwardly waiting for him to respond. “huh? yeah sure, whatever…sounds good.”

colleague!kento who watches you jump up and down to his response, seeing you skip away. He shrugs it off and proceeded to type away on his computer. couple hours later, he feels his phone vibrate. picking up the phone, he hears a female voice on the other line who seems to be you.

colleague!kento who rushes over to the bar you were at, he completely forgot you asked him for something but since he wasn’t paying attention, he didn’t know you had asked him if he wanted to go drinking with his other colleagues.

colleague!kento who enters the bar and immediately spots you, you had been munching on bowls of miso soup and washed it down with a couple of drinks while everyone else danced to the music or rambled about how hard work has been lately.

colleague!kento who laughs at the small mess you made and walks over to you, pulling out the chair that’s sitting next to you from the table. you turn you head to the left and look up to spot him already looking at you.

colleague!kento who politely denies your offer when you ask, “oh hey, do you want some?” you seemed a little tipsy, but not to the point where your face would fall straight into the hot bowl filled with veggies.

colleague!kento who holds onto your body, pushing you back so you wouldn’t get too close to him but just enough we’re you could stand on your own.

colleague!kento who immediately got impatient with the way everyone started acting—looking over at your direction and realizing you were already staring— he laughs it off but stops when he sees you pulling closer to him. You give him a big smile and look down towards his soft, plump pink lips.

colleague!kento who starts to get nervous, he never felt this type of feeling—besides when he had work being due the same day and had to turn it in already— but for some reason he couldn’t stop himself when he pushed you away. He didn’t want to have any intimate actions with you when you were not sober.

colleague!kento who reassured you after you asked him, “is it because my breath smells like soup?” while pouting you lips towards him, he laughs it off and shakes his head, “I wouldn’t want for you to regret anything that happens tonight tomorrow morning, bunny.”

colleague!kento who doesn’t realize the face you make after his comment, or the way your plush thighs clenched at the pet name. you loved the way he was so responsible and respectful towards you, only making you a little more wet in between your legs.

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ellemj · 6 months

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Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 5

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**Read part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4 first for the full effect.**

Summary: As the night drags on, Bucky continues helping you through the peak activity of the chemical compound that you were both exposed to.

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral sex, profanity, sex pollen (dubcon), near-somnophilia, dry humping, praise, possessive!Bucky, use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Special thanks to @littlemiss-yeehaw for helping with the warnings <3

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires more warnings.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: I'm living for y'alls reactions to this series over the last few days. Thank you all SOOO much for the continued support and unbelievably kind words. I hope this part does something for you all, hehe. Also, I apologize for any errors you may find. I only proofread it once and I kinda half-assed it. I hate proofreading my own work.

After sleeping the longest stretch so far tonight, you wake up at 2 am with excessively sore legs and a dire need to pee. You debate for a moment whether or not it’s smart to get up, taking into account how unstable you feel as soon as you push the covers back and seat yourself on the edge of the bed. You’re beginning to realize that maybe 75% of your pain and soreness is from the chemical that’s still working in your system, while the other 25% is from having sex with a super soldier. You peek over your shoulder at the man who lays on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly with his lips parted the tiniest bit. Something stirs deep in the pit of your stomach when you look at him. That’s new. You brush it off as being another onslaught of arousal that you’re going to be experiencing against your will. You lean over and retrieve your panties from the floor, sliding them up your legs silently. You’re sure that they’ll just end up right back on the floor, but with two loads of cum having been thoroughly fucked into you in the last few hours, you don’t want to risk anything dripping down your leg on your trek to the bathroom.

You move slowly, pushing yourself up to a standing position and steadying yourself with a hand on the bedside table before making your way to the door. As you reach the threshold, the pain in your legs intensifies to a much less bearable level and you freeze, your right hand raising up to grip the door frame for support. You just need to make it ten feet down the hall and into the bathroom and you’ll be fine. Of course, it’s not going to go that easily for you. Has anything gone according to plan tonight? No. You hear Bucky stir behind you, the covers rustling as he awakes.

“Where are you going?” His sleepy voice tugs at you, making you look over your shoulder again. He’s propped up on one elbow now, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then narrowing them in your direction.

“I have to pee. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whisper. Why are you whispering? You’re the only two people in this house and you’re both awake now. Maybe it’s the darkness of the house making you feel like it’s supposed to be quiet hours.

“Why are you holding onto the door frame?” He questions. It takes him less than two seconds to figure out the scene in front of him. He doesn’t know why you have to be so stubborn and insistent on doing shit yourself all the time. You’re no different in the field. Before you can answer him, he’s climbing out of bed and slipping his boxers back on. You close your eyes and sigh, not even needing to look back to know what he’s doing. Suddenly, you feel the warmth radiating off of his body behind you, then his flesh hand lands on your lower back.

“I’m not completely useless, James.” You mutter, letting go of the door frame and taking a step forward. The pain in your thighs makes you feel as though your legs might give out with just that one step. You suck in a harsh breath and freeze for a second time.

“Right.” If you weren’t so focused on keeping your balance and fighting back tears of agony, you’d have already shoved him away from you. He keeps his hand on your lower back, not daring to scoop you up and carry you to the bathroom like he wants to. Instead, he lets you move at your own pace down the hall. As slow as a fucking turtle. James. You’ve never called him that before. Maybe putting his dog tags around your neck reminded you that he’s called things other than just Bucky, or Barnes, or ass. He takes that as you being one step closer to giving him what he wants most tonight.

Once you finally reach the bathroom door, he lets you step inside alone. But as soon as you move to shut the door between the two of you, he stops it with his vibranium hand.

“The door stays open.” His tone is no different than the one that you hear him use so often in the field, the one that he uses when he thinks he can give you orders like the sergeant he is. It’s never worked on you before and it sure as hell won’t now.

“I’m not letting you watch me pee.” You argue, trying to push the door closed again. Your efforts are fruitless, no match for his strength and his determination to keep the door open.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t want to watch. I’m going to stand out here and wait, but I don’t feel like busting down the damn door if you fall.” You almost laugh. Not wanting him to see the small smile that’s beginning to turn up the corners of your mouth, you give in and turn around, heading over to the toilet. As you face the door once more, you watch Bucky step to the side so he’s just behind the wall, giving you the tiniest bit of privacy. You relieve yourself quickly, but as you’re standing up and pulling your panties back into place, a fresh wave of stinging pain travels down your spine, making you lurch forward and grab onto the edge of the sink for support. Bucky hears your hands land on the hard granite and he hears the way your breathing quickly changes from its usual calm rhythm to a quickened rhythm of discomfort. He wastes no time stepping into the small bathroom, placing himself behind you and looking at you in the mirror.

“What is it?” He asks, looking you over with a worried expression. Normally that worried expression would annoy you out in the field. He gets the same look when you come to the end of a firefight and he isn’t sure if you’re injured or not, or when you haven’t been responding on comms. It’s always made you feel like he thinks you can’t handle yourself. So, why now do you feel cared for?

“Just the same shit we’ve been dealing with all night.” You answer after taking in a deep, shaky breath. Unexpectedly, his hands end up on your hips. You’re starting to get used to him doing that. Instead of his touch giving you at least some minimal relief, your pain doesn’t subside. You wonder if maybe it’s because he’s touching you over your t-shirt. Maybe skin-to-skin contact is what you need right now. “Touch me.” Your words come out as a whisper, your eyes meeting his in the reflection of the mirror. Something flashes in his eyes, something that you think must be surprise at your request. Of course you’d write it off as that. It was actually a flash of desire, as your words immediately sent all of the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick. He knows that you only asked him to touch your skin, without any ulterior motives. He knows that. It’s his dick that doesn’t get the memo. He places his flesh palm across the middle of your back, pushing you forward gently until you’re bent over the sink. Adrenaline begins coursing through your veins and anticipation warms your core. You didn’t know how much you needed this again. He fingers the hem of your shirt, stealing one more look at you in the mirror before slowly sliding it up your back. As soon as your black panties are revealed to him, he lets out a barely audible groan. He closes his eyes for a second, gathering himself, before pushing your shirt up further until it rests near your shoulders. He lets his hands run down your back now, his flesh hand warm and soft and his vibranium hand cool and soothing. You feel the stinging pain along your spine easing in the slightest as you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

“Where does it hurt?” As he bends his upper body over yours, you feel his bare torso making contact with your back, his crotch so close to pressing against your ass. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks in the most tender yet sexually-charged tone you’ve ever heard fall from a man’s mouth.

“My back.” You answer him promptly, the pain evident in your voice. You’re ready for whatever it is that he might do to help you. As much as you hate to say it, you’re looking forward to whatever he might do. He slides his hands up your back again, before dragging them back down just like he did before. It’s not enough for you. You wonder if it’s enough for him, and the easiest way to get an answer to your question is to arch your back a little and push your ass back against him. You feel the hard outline of his cock line up with your ass and you can’t help the giggle that sneaks past your lips. Infuriating. He finds you fucking infuriating.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice is tense and you note the way the muscle along the side of his jaw is flexed. He’s quick to grip your waist, holding you still against the edge of the sink. His gaze narrows at you in the mirror and you think he looks almost bothered, but a little voice in the back of your head is screaming at you to test the waters.

“Hmm?” You grind your ass back again, expecting him to stop you by utilizing his hold on your waist, but he simply looks down at your ass as it rubs against his boner. You can’t read his face now. Is he bothered? Turned on? Does he want to fuck again? Bucky can barely even read himself. His cock is as hard as it’s been every other time you’ve been this close to him tonight, but within his mind, he’s warring with himself. He held himself back both of the previous times that you had sex. He was careful, diluting the strength and intensity with which he fucked you. He still fully enjoyed it, in fact, it was the best sex he’s ever had. But he was scared he’d hurt you, or even worse, that he’d get so lost chasing his own relief that he wouldn’t even notice he was practically using you.

He lets you continue your ministrations for a few seconds, watching intently as you grind against him, your back arched and your hair cascading over your shoulder. You’re so damn pretty like this that it hurts him to look at you for too long. Especially when he’s not currently inside you. He could probably stand to look at you longer if he was buried deep inside of you.

An idea crosses his mind. Something that he hadn’t been clear-minded enough to think about either of the other two times that you had sex tonight. He wants to taste you.

First, he’s going to make you scream his name while he draws an orgasm from you with only his mouth and fingers, and then he’s going to make you moan his name while he fucks your pussy.

“You know, you’ve been such a good girl tonight.” Oh my god. He did not just call you that. Bucky fucking Barnes did not just call you a good girl while his hard-on is pressed against your ass. The movement of your hips falters, but he watches as your cheeks begin to burn pink in the mirror and your eyes widen at his words. He’s found a weakness of yours.

You feel his fingertips slide beneath the waistband of your panties, slipping them down your legs in one deft movement. You kick them off to the side and you don’t miss the smug smile painted across his face while he watches you comply so readily. His foot moves between yours now, nudging them further apart. You fully expect him to strip off his own boxers and fuck you next. Instead, he leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your left shoulder, then your right shoulder, and then he ghosts his lips all the way down your spine. A chill runs through your body, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. What the hell is he doing? You can’t even form the words to question him, especially not when his hands begin kneading your ass as he gets down on his knees behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You steal his last question, but your voice is far more shaky and unsure than his was. Suddenly, his hands spread your ass cheeks apart and he circles the tip of his tongue over your clit. “OH MY GOD,” you cry out, completely powerless to do anything other than grip the edge of the sink and scrunch your eyes closed, your back arching even more than it was before.

“Hmm?” The sound he makes causes vibrations to run through his tongue and straight to your clit, drawing another loud moan from you. You can’t think of a single thing to say, you can’t think at all really. He eats you out like it’s the sole cure for the damn chemical that he inhaled earlier tonight. He focuses his mouth on your clit, switching between licking and sucking at it, memorizing the way you taste. You’re seeing stars less than thirty seconds after he sunk down to his knees. Bucky. His name is the only thing in your brain. You bite down on your bottom lip with a bruising force. As you fight to hold back from moaning his name, your right hand reaches up and grasps the dog tags around your neck, running your thumb over the inscription as he pleasures you with his mouth. James B Barnes. You feel yourself getting undeniably close to your orgasm, and he must realize it because he only increases his efforts.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He taunts, reaching up and rubbing circles against your clit with his fingers as he waits for your response. You nod, but knowing he can’t see you from his current position between your legs, you choke out a breathy answer.

“I’m so fucking close, J—” You cut yourself off abruptly before you slip up and say his name.

“What was that on the end there? Go on, say it.” He eggs you on, pride flaring in his chest at the fact that you almost said his first name. He was so close to hearing it. You shake your head, more to yourself than him, refusing to open your mouth again. “I thought you were going to be a good girl for me, Y/n.” You hear him tsk beneath you and you fear he’s going to stop everything. That is, until you feel his mouth attach to your clit once more and then…

“JAMES!” You scream his name so loud that you’re sure any enemy surveillance within a three-mile radius heard you. You couldn’t help it, you didn’t even think about it as it left your lips. He plunged two fingers into you without warning and curled them, all while flattening his tongue against your clit and giving you the most perfect, wet friction there.

You screamed his fucking name.

Bucky was full of pride and possessiveness, and so unbelievably horny. He put everything he had into drawing an orgasm out of you with his mouth and fingers, and in the end, he had you cumming so hard that you were grinding into his mouth with your left hand behind you, gripping onto his hair. You screamed his name a total of three times before your shaking legs threatened to send you tumbling to the floor, and Bucky couldn’t stand not being inside of you anymore.

That brings you to where you are now: bent over the bathroom sink with Bucky thrusting his cock into you from behind. His right hand is fisting your hair at the back of your head, making sure you can’t move to look at anything other than the reflection of him fucking the shit out of you. It’s as if a damn broke when you screamed his name the first time and now his name falls from your lips repeatedly as you moan and meet each of his thrusts, desperately chasing your second orgasm. He nearly comes undone when he hears a soft Bucky, please under your breath.

“That’s it, Y/n, say my fucking name.” He groans out, his hips snapping into you a little harder as you make eye contact with him in the mirror. Your eyes are begging him to let you cum. “You wanna cum on my cock, don’t you?” He goads, that familiar, frustrating smirk taking over his features. You nod your head as he fucks into you roughly, the sounds of his skin pounding against yours only making you wetter around his cock.

“Please, please Bucky. I need to cum.” You beg. You beg. Shit, he’s going to lose it. A deep, guttural groan is ripped from his throat as his head falls back and he moves his hands to your hips, his fingertips digging into your skin and definitely leaving bruises behind.

“Go ahead, cum for me.” He commands, rutting into you and hitting just the right spot to send you careening over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you and sends butterflies from your stomach, down to your pussy. You clench around him so hard that his own orgasm lurches forward. “Shit, just like that, baby, take it.” He lets go inside you, filling you up with more cum than the last two rounds combined. There’s so much cum that you can feel it dripping down his shaft as he continues to slowly fuck his hard cock into you. You’re so close to begging him not to pull out. You want to ask him to just stay here like this, to let you memorize what it’s like to have him inside of you like this. You’re falling off the deep end.

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“Shh, I wasn’t going to wake you.” Bucky whispers against the side of your neck. You blink the sleep from your eyes, trying to remember where you are. You’re wide awake once you feel the head of his cock slipping past your folds and sliding halfway inside you.

“Bucky…” You whimper at the unexpected penetration, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in. Your entrance is so sore from the three other times that you’ve fucked tonight. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of you at a gentle, steady pace grounds you. He’s spoon-fucking you in bed. You both crashed after he took you from behind in the bathroom earlier, and instead of you being the first one to wake up this time, it was him. He woke up so hard and desperate to feel you again. He wanted to let you sleep as long as you possibly could, especially when you looked so comfortable and peaceful in bed next to him, but he needed to hear you say his name again. He fucks you so slowly and tenderly that you can feel every single inch of him as he takes his time with you. You lean back into him, hooking your left leg back and over his legs as he continues his work. He takes your change of position as a go-ahead and his vibranium hand travels up your side, slipping underneath your shirt and grasping one of your tits. Fuck. He hasn’t touched you there before. You moan as he does what he wants with your body, each of your orgasms building up at a leisurely pace. Something about the way he’s fucking you this time feels so much more intimate, so much more like making love. You know you should hate it. You should want to go back to the rough, near hate-sex you were having earlier tonight, but you can’t find it within yourself to change a damn thing.

“You’re so perfect…” Bucky whimpers in your ear. He attaches his lips to the skin just below your ear. You feel his tongue on your skin, licking and then sucking far too gently to leave any visible mark. He wants to mark you up. God, he wants to mark you up. But he knows better than to let anyone find out about any of this. While Bucky is busy reminding himself not to leave any visible marks on your skin, you’re seconds away from giving him the only other thing he wanted tonight. He keeps massaging your neck, the curve of your jaw, and the shell of your ear with his lips and tongue. Without a single thought in your mind, you turn your head to him and press your lips against his. Every muscle in his body freezes, but you feel his cock twitch inside of you. You know you shouldn’t have done it, but now that you’re doing it, you can’t stop. You kiss him harder, sucking on his bottom lip and moaning against him. Bucky thinks he could cum just from this, from being inside you completely still while you kiss him. He wastes no time now, his vibranium hand tilting your chin up for him and giving him a good angle to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Fuck.

Your mouth tastes as good as your cunt.

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leqonsluv3r · 2 months

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heyy could you do some hcs abt re4 leon having a crush or dating a dso secretary? love your wirting sm <33

boss!re4 leon kennedy

—re4 leon!kennedy x dso!secretary reader, a headcanon list

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an: jesus, i’m reading terms and conditions by lauren asher, so the timing of this request is perfect. thank you anon <33

boss!leon kennedy who has high expectations when he hires you. thinking you’ll be different then the secretary’s before.

boss!leon kennedy who watches you arrive 5 minutes late on your first day, messing with your clothes and getting started on the tasks he asks. he doesn’t usually let his secretary’s be late, gives them hell for it. but for you he’s letting it go.

boss!leon kennedy who finds it hard to focus sometimes when you come into the agency, your heels clicking and snapping him from his reports like a siren sound.

boss!leon kennedy who always lets his eyes linger on your legs whenever you wear a skirt, letting his eyes linger a little too long. he swears one day he’ll fuck you with a skirt on, he almost promises himself.

boss!leon kennedy who likes the way you giggle at stupid jokes and things that are said around the office. he even cracks a few when he stops by your desk outside his office, just to hear your sweet laugh.

boss!leon kennedy who takes time memorizing everything you like. making mental notes for all the things you love and hate. just because he’s interested in anything involving you.

boss!leon kennedy who drives you home late one night. he wouldn’t dream of you paying for a taxi or walking, not a beautiful girl like you and not in the city late at night.

boss!leon kennedy who steals glances at you in your pretty work attire as he drives you home, listening to your brief talking of the stressful workday and all the people you had to deal with.

boss!leon kennedy who makes sure that all the stressful people come directly to him instead of you. not wanting to stress you out or make you cry (heaven forbid), he couldn’t bear the sight of that.

boss!leon kennedy who asks you to be his date to the agency’s annual banquet. telling you it’s just a work date, but who is he kidding? he just wants to see you dressed up in something that’s not a tight blouse or skirt for once.

boss!leon kennedy who picks you up two days later at your place. having the address memorized from when he dropped you off that one time. he watches you walk out in a dress that leaves little to the imagination.

boss!leon kennedy who introduces you as his date, shushing you when you try to tell them that your his secretary instead. and he loves the way your brows furrow in confusion as you look between him and the agency’s finest at the banquet.

boss!leon kennedy who practically sends glares in other men’s directions, daring them to even try and talk to you. he doesn’t trust other men, not with what’s soon to be his.

boss!leon kennedy begrudgingly agreeing to dance with you as you drag him to the banquet halls dance floor. your arms slung around his neck and his hands hesitantly on your waist. your perfume like an aphrodisiac to him, hints of vanilla and coconut wafting into his nose as you two say on the dance floor.

boss!leon kennedy who drags you out afterwards and takes you to a conference room in the banquet hall. before you can protest he presses his lips against yours and you return it, immediately getting the subtle hints he’s dropped this evening.

boss!leon kennedy who peppers kisses along your jawline and grinds his erection into your hips as you kiss, your hands pulling greedily at his hair and letting little sounds slip. he sits you on a table and keeps devouring you.

boss!leon kennedy who pushes your dress up as you lay back on the table. he takes his time teasing and devouring you, making you whine and grasp at his hair like a tether. the prettiest sounds falling from your lips as he makes you moan and chant his name.

boss!leon kennedy who doesn’t care if there is a banquet going on outside the door, he’s going to fuck you regardless, give you what you both so desperately want.

boss!leon kennedy who fucks you with intention, letting you accommodate to his size as he smothers kisses and hickeys to your jawline, moans slipping from your lips as he fucks you faster.

boss!leon kennedy who, afterwards, makes an excuse that your feeling ill to everyone and takes you back to his place.

boss!leon kennedy who helps you take off your ruined makeup from the sex at the banquet and brushes out your frazzled sex crazed hair. he even gets you one of his large t-shirts to sleep in. loving how the fabric drowns out your frame.

boss!leon kennedy who swears you’ve ruined all other women for him. he’ll never be the same again, he swears it. he presses kisses all over and guides you to the bed.

boss!leon kennedy who tells you that he likes you, wants to be with you. despite his stoic persona is nervous and just wants you all to himself. and when you agree, wanting him back. he feels like he won the lottery.

boss!leon kennedy who falls asleep with you, in his bed in his t-shirt, feeling like the luckiest man ever in the world. not just because he’s your boss, but because your his now. and he’ll never let you go.

an: you guys are so creative. your requests never fail to blow me out of the water. reblog, like and my asks are open :)) a one shot will be up later this week. promise. i love you guys sm, mwah, kisses xx.

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ningvory · 2 months

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hi, can i reqs (g!p)itzy!reader being mentored by twice’s sana. and as they grow closer sana realizes reader is a bit oblivious and innocent to her flirty attempts and gets excited to corrupt the younger woman?

you can add other things if my reqs was too vogue, just no omorashi please.

parings — mentor!sana x itzymember!innocent!gp!reader

warnings — corruption kink, public sex,unnie kink, riding, handjob, teasing, sana’s lowk mean, choking, degrading, pet names, uhh lmk if i miss anything, half asleep so not proofread but lmk if you guys want a part 2 since i did leave it on a cliffhanger..

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having the sana as your mentor was literally a dream come true for you! ever since twice debuted she’s always been someone you look up to.

when you first got the call from your manager that sana was gonna be your mentor for the next few days, you almost fell outta your bed from the shock! you and your group were quite close to all the girls, so it was okay for you all to call the twice girls unnie.

today was the day where she would start mentoring you. when you walked into the red practice room, sana was already sitting on the black leather couch provided for the idols and trainees under jyp.

when sana finally notices you she thought you were the cutest! the way you kept stuttering over your words and giving her awkward smiles had her grinning and letting out a few chuckles. she’s watched a few of your fan cams and you’re a whole different person when you’re not on stage.

once you two actually got started sana couldn’t help but flirt with you from time to time, from brushing over your cock with her pretty manicured fingers to groping your body in different areas. but you just seem clueless to what she’s doing, not daring to speak up or even push her away from you. of course this made the older get excited to see how well she can corrupt you into her obedient lil’ toy!

on the next day you thought things were gonna be the same as the previous, but sana had you going full out and trying out various of difficult choreos, it almost seemed like she wanted you to exhausted today.

it had been about 5 hours of nonstop dancing which was normal for you but it always had you exhausted. you were limp on the floor catching you breath. you had to take your shirt off so you were left with your sport bra along with your gray sweat pants and your white air forces.

“great work today, princess.” sana says as she began walking to you direction.

she’s suddenly hovers over you, one leg beside both of your legs. she slowly sinks herself down, sitting right on your clothed cock.

“wha— unnie what are you doing?” you start to say, raising your upper body up and resting your weigh on you arms.

she clasps her hand over your mouth, making you stop talking. doe eyes looking into hers waiting for her to talk.

“shh. let me use you, you don’t wanna leave me hanging, right?” she looks down at you, full on expecting you to not your head and of course you do. you don’t wanna leave your unnie wet and needy! :((

so of course your cock grows hard, why would it not when you have a pretty lady slowly rocking her hips along your clothed cock. “aw~ is unnie getting you hard from just a bit of rubbing?” she teases you making you let out a little whimper.

she starts to kiss you, to muffle your moans. her tongue easily wins for dominance as she raises her hips up to her bottom half and your sweatpants and boxers, angry cock laying flat on your tummy.

she parts her lips from yours, watching how the string of spit connects to your lips until it breaks from her moving too far from you. sana wraps her hand around your cock, stroking it up and down slowly, wanting to savior the view of you falling apart from her hand alone.

“u-unnie! please—please more!” you managed to whimper out, tears in your eyes daring to fall down as you sniff from the overwhelming teasing.

“you want unnie to go faster?” sana grins, looking down at your angry cock that’s leaking with precum before looking at your pouty lips.

“how can i say no to my baby when she’s been such a good girl f’me?” she coo’s speeding up the tempo of her hand, watching how your hips start bucking up mindlessly in her hand before thick spurts spew out of your cock, landing all over her hand and you tummy.

“did i say you could cum? just thinking with your cock, huh?” she says before pushing her fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself.

“since you wanna cum without permission from me, let’s see how many times you can cum inside me.” she pulls her fingers covered in your spit out of your mouth. and straddles your hips, sinking down on your sensitive cock.

high pitch moans leave your mouth, her cunt was squeezing your cock so tightly you couldn’t help but begin crying! tears falling from your eyes that were crossed and back arched, hands gripping her hips.

“w-what do you say to unnie for letting you inside me?” sana moans out, ass checks smacking down on your heavy balls while she goes to grip on your neck.

“t-thank— thank you ‘sho ‘mush u-unnie!” you choke out, incoherently you try your best to match her unforgiving pace but to no avail! her cunt was just squeezing your cock so tightly and her hand cutting off your airflow had your brain fogged up, letting out incoherent babbles and mindlessly thrusting up into sana.

she once again kisses you but more deeply, muffling the mixture of both of your moans. it had your cock throbbing from the sounds of her moans and sounds of her bouncing on you.

she started moaning more louder and pulled away from your lips hips were getting sloppy as she got closer and closer to release until she began squirting all over your pelvis and lower tummy.

“p-please! unnie—can i cum, can i cum? need to cum so bad!” you cried, begging the older to let you cum, placing your feet on the ground and pounding up into her, desperately not wanting to ruin your high.

“cum for unnie, whore.” sana says in a low and sultry tone. and it has you shooting your load into her. you cum so much it starts leaking out of her warmy cunt.

“don’t think we’re done, slut. it’s only just the beginning.”

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exhaslo · 5 months

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Puzzle Pieces Ch13

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12

Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, blood, murder, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex, praise

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The only thing that you swore you could hear was the sound of your own pounding heart beat. Your body was still slump against the beg, legs too weak to move. Tears were still rolling down your cheeks as your mother's voice echoed inside your head.

"I-I need...I n-need to..." The words kept getting caught in your throat.

Reaching for your phone again, you quickly texted Miguel. You needed to inform him about your parent's plan. It was unfair. How could they decide something for you? You had specifically told them that you needed to get away from Eddie.

Perhaps you should have told them the reason, but would that have made a difference? Recalling the many times your parents ignored the bruises you had or the many hospital visits, you knew that this was nothing new.

Upon hearing your phone buzz, you quickly picked it up.

'Sorry, baby, I'm in a very important meeting. Can't talk right now, but Lyla will be there soon.'

It was just a text message. You replied with a simple, 'okay', and sunk back into the bed. Miguel was a busy man. You didn't want to distract or interrupt his important work. You would just have to wait until he got back to tell him the horrible news.

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It took about an hour, but you were finally ready to hang out with Lyla for the day. Mentally, you were not ready, but you had to be. It would be best to distract yourself. You couldn't let your parents or Eddie ruin your life anymore.

"Helloooooooooooooo~" Lyla cheered as she twirled inside the penthouse. You jumped, pinching your sleeves,

"H-Hello. L-Lyla?" You questioned. Lyla gasped at the sight of you,

"Oh! You must be (Y/N)! You are cuter in person! No wonder Miguel is head over heels for you!" She chirped, wrapping her arm around yours, "Today is going to be so much fun! I hope you're ready to have a girl's day! Jessica!"

"I'm here, I'm here." Jessica said with a heavy sigh.

You felt a little overwhelmed the moment you heard another voice, but immediately recognized the other woman. You glanced at Lyla, then towards Jessica in awe. Miguel really was watching over you while you were working.

You ended up smiling to yourself as you easily followed the two women downstairs. They were happily enjoying their conversation with each other. You wanted to chip in, but were too shy to say anything. They were still strangers to you.

"Alright, so (Y/N), where do you want to start?" Lyla asked as they approached a car similar to Miguel's.

"U-Uh, I...W-What does...What does Miguel...l-like?" You whispered as you gripped your sleeves. Jessica raised her head, her jaw agape,

"I wasn't told we were shopping for Miguel."

"Ohhhh, neither was I! This is going to be even better!" Lyla laughed and pulled out her phone, "You are so cute, (Y/N), I know just where to go~"

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Miguel felt a shiver run down his spine. He glanced up towards the lab's air conditioning, wondering if it was blasting higher than normal. Wanting to shake the feeling off, Miguel continued his walk around the lab, listening to one of his scientists give an explanation of their yearly findings.

"Sir, with your permission, there is a project that some of the men would like to conduct downstairs in lab number four." The scientist spoke up. Miguel lazily glanced in his direction,

"What project?"

"It appears that there is a new drug on the streets that is causing a-"

"No." Miguel yelled loudly, "Do you have any idea what could happen if anyone finds that drug here? Whom ever is the source of importing that cursed drug will not use Alchemax as a scrape goat."

"I understand that, sir, which is why we created a safe way for no one to find out. We want to break down the drug and see what is causing such an effect in humans." The scientist begged. Miguel gave one more glare towards his scientist,

"That drug will not enter this building. The only way you can get that accursed item in these labs is if the CDC contacts us personally. Understood?" Miguel hissed, his glare more menacing than ever.

"Y-Yes, sir!"

Miguel scoffed before making his way out of the lab. Normally, he'd behave himself a little better in front of anyone outside his mafia, but not for this. That drug was going to be the death of him. Not only was it threatening his family, but now his job.

As Miguel walked around Alchemax, he kept an eye on his watch. Awaiting any news about either Eddie or this drug. Spotting a photo message, Miguel clicked on it and immediately grew flustered. He rushed into the closest private room and called Lyla.

"Yes~" Lyla cooed over the phone. Miguel nearly grinded his teeth,

"¡Me estás matando! (You're killing me!) You're supposed to be helping (Y/N) with shopping, not sex toy hunting!" Miguel spat. Lyla just laughed over the phone,

"I told you he'd love it~"

"A-Are y-you sure? I-I um..."

"Dios mio (My god), put (Y/N) on the line."

"H-Hello, Miguel," You hummed happily. Miguel smiled towards the sound of your voice before noticing his erection,

"Baby, you know you don't have to listen to all of their suggestions. Just pick whatever you like out and I will love it. Honest," Miguel said sweetly before locking himself in the room.

"A-Are you s-sure?"

"Yes."

"O-Okay...Um, M-Miguel...L-Later...I...I h-have s-something important t-to tell you."

Miguel furrowed his brows by the sound of your voice. You were trying your best to not stutter as much, but Miguel knew that something was wrong.

"(Y/N), what's wrong? It doesn't have to wait until later if it's hurting you now."

"..."

"(Y/N)?"

"M-My...My parents...called me....and..." You were whispering with a shaky breathe, "T-They engaged me...w-with...w-with my...my...ex!"

Miguel nearly crushed his phone as you sobbed over the phone. His blood began to boil as he stood from his seat. Approaching the window in the private room, Miguel glared down at the city below his feet.

"Don't worry, (Y/N), everything will be okay. I'll take care of you."

"M-Miggy," You sobbed quietly as Lyla and Jessica comforted you, "C-Can I...Can I move in?"

"Of course." Miguel whispered, "Baby, I have something I need to do now. Have Lyla and Jessica take you by your apartment to start moving your stuff. Okay?"

"O-Okay."

Once you hung up, Miguel let out an angry yell. He proceeded to slam his fists into the nearest table, destroying it with ease. Once he was calm enough, Miguel reached for his phone again and decided to make a few calls.

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You felt horrible. You were having such a good time with Lyla and Jessica and you ended up a crying mess. Luckily, you were able to squeeze out that you were not crying because of them. God, that would make you feel worse.

"Is this where you live?" Jessica questioned as they arrived in a shitty neighborhood, "This is Kraven's territory."

"Was," Lyla whispered. You rubbed your eyes as you looked for your building,

"What...do y-you mean by that?" You asked. Jessica sighed softly since Miguel had not told you anything yet,

"This area belonged to a former mafia family, but...They were taken over so now it's safe here." She explained. Lyla pitched in,

"Taking a while to get repairs done though. The permits from the city sure do take a minute,"

"Ah,"

You just agreed, slowly processing what they said. Once you were at your building, the two women followed you in. You offered your couch to Jessica, not wanting the pregnant women to move around too much.

Looking for your suitcase, both you and Lyla started to pack some of your stuff. Lyla reassured you that she could get a moving truck by tomorrow for some of your bigger things if you truly wanted to keep them.

"T-Thank you both...s-so much for t-today and...everything," You whispered and glanced over at Jessica, "A-And t-thank you...for...for watching me...at...at work."

"Heh, no problem girl. When Miguel cares for someone, he will make sure that you are always cared for."

You smiled brightly as you thanked the two once more. Right as you were going to bring down your bags, Lyla had the driver come and help. You offered everyone a quick drink before grabbing some of your stuffed animals and returning to the car.

"Can I just say, I was so surprised Miguel's place was covered in these little guys. You sure work wonders." Lyla chuckled. You covered your face, feeling embarassed,

"M-Miguel j-just kept buying them...H-He said he doesn't mind."

"Amazing. Anyway, why don't we take this Christmas shopping more seriously. Let's go find a gift for Miguel." Jessica said with a grin.

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Eddie inhaled deeply as he watched you leave with the other two women. He threw his cigarettes' on the floor and exhaled. A large puff of smoke floating into the air as he snarled. At least now he finally found where you lived, but-

"That had to be her the other day." Eddie spat.

Frustrated that his former toy had found a new man to fuck, Eddie cussed and yelled. He kept his glare towards your building, knowing that eventually you had to come back. You were going to be his again. Eddie was a forgiving guy.

He could forgive you.

After a little lesson, of course.

Walking down the street, Eddie saw some homeless people cozying up by a trash fire. Approaching the small crowd, Eddie grinned from ear to ear as he took out a decent size bag of his new drug.

"Hey, fellas. Got a job for ya." Eddie offered.

Once a deal was struck, Eddie decided to head back to his base of operations. He needed to get things moving with his drug if he wanted to take over the city. As he walked down the snow covered streets, Eddie felt his phone go off.

"What's new?" Eddie answered before slowly coming to a stop, "Whoa, what do you mean you were bought out?! You're the owner! You can say no-"

Feeling as if he was being watched, Eddie hurried down the street. He cussed as he kept his conversation with the person on the other line. After a while, Eddie found a quiet and remote spot where those eyes disappeared.

"We had a deal. How are we supposed to distribute our drug across the city now?" Eddie hissed.

'We can still use the girl'

"Fuck it. We can still use (Y/N). Little slut can wiggle her way onto the other mafia leader laps to spread the drug. Tsk, and we wanted this to be easy," Eddie whispered to himself since he had hung up a while ago.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Eddie reached for a different looking cigarette. He lit it up and inhaled deeply before continuing to walk around the city.

"We can still use, (Y/N). We...can still use her."

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chiroptophobiawrites · 6 months

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Batboys Type Headcanons

(this is literally just a ramble)

Dick Grayson:

Tall women

People who prove they can handle themselves

Pretty people

Cheekbones probably

Kind of muscular body

Doesn’t care much about specific features but rather what it all looks like added up

Independent people

Is a clinger at first glance but actually values distance

Has probably the biggest variety type wise in that he dates very different people

Kind of nurturing people but often in a tough love kind of way

Thigh guy? unsure about him

likes a district sense of style in his partners, usually something that either keeps up with trends or is distinctly them

Jason Todd:

Butt guy, not unsure about that one (and also tummy)

Likes chubby women but also really muscular women

His preference is one of the two but he will go outside of his type

Like he has a type but he doesn’t stick to it

Cause he doesn’t actually seek out partners they just come to him

Also taller women

But then at the same time he is probably the one most likely to like a big height difference as well

so take that as you will

Likes either fighters or nerds

or both

pretty similar to Dick actually

Doesn’t care much about style in his partner, wears athletic clothes 24/7 and would take someone who does the same

Tim Drake

A mess

The one brother who (openly lol) is into guys as well

Likes people who can have a little banter with

Someone who can read him for filth i’m ngl

People around his height or a few inches in either direction

High energy people who can even be all over the place

likes people who are lowkey a stylistic mess, like they will have some cute outfits but it’s very hit or miss (usually miss)

Body type wise is not very picky but tends to attract scrawny little nerds like himself (/j)

boobs guy 10000% does not matter how much

Duke Thomas:

my lil pookie

Hips guy

Likes prominent noses

or actually prominent features in general

Is drawn to someone a bit more no none sense and serious so that he can see how long it takes for them to admit they like him

likes dark hair and especially when it’s long

Likes a sort of ‘tomboy’ clothing style

He is a true romantic and craves love at first sight

but also probably has the least hangups if his partner does not want to be married in the next 2-5 business days

Someone around his height but slightly shorter, but body type wise nothing specific

Damian Wayne (older)

unconventional but also still conventionally attractive???

Like he likes pretty people cause he likes pretty things in general

But they don’t have to fit into the conventional beauty standards, just someone who most people would be like oh wow they are pretty

people who dress alternately in some way shape or form

Legs guy def

needs frenemies to lovers, will die without it

Like he wants a best friend who he can play fight with and also tell everything and also kiss sometimes

likes body mods (piercings, tattoos, contacts, dyed hair, etc.)

either short hair or really long hair no in between

someone his height or a few inches in either direction

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cosmerelists · 2 months

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Cosmere Characters: Would They Be Good at Pulling Pranks?

Yesterday was April 1, aka April Fools Day, a holiday that encourages people to pull pranks. So that got me wondering: if such a holiday existed in the Cosmere, would various Cosmere characters be good at this whole "pranking" thing?

1. Syl: Yes, but only of one type

Syl is a prankster in canon: she likes to stick things together! Your shoes to your floor, your hand to your spear, your butt to your chair...so yes, she is great at pranks. I bet if April Fool's Day existed in the Cosmere, she would be an absolute menace.

2. Lopen: Depends on who you ask...

I think Lopen's pranks would be like his jokes: not intended to be mean, but actually kinda mean. In Dawnshard, Lopen came to learn that his jokes were not universally fun and beloved, and I feel like his journey with pranks would necessarily be similar. He'd love pulling them, though!

3. Wayne: Yes, and everyone has fun

Sanderson once said that the difference between Lopen & Wayne is that Wayne can read the room. So I think Wayne would not only like pranks, but would also be more aware of their effect. Like...if Lopen is tying your shoelaces together when you're late for work, Wayne is putting googly eyes (which he invented) on all of your family photos while you're out.

4. Sarene: Yes (mostly against Iadon)

Sarene, Miss Malicious-compliance-and-weaponizer-of-other-people's-misogyny, would love an excuse to "accidentally" prank Iadon. She'd either do really obvious pranks and blame them on feminine confusion ("Oh dear I just wanted to clean but I guess washing your portrait ruined it??") or do really sneaky pranks that no one could trace back to her (cut to Sarene secretly weakening the seams on all of Iadon's clothing so that a good sneeze will make them all fall off).

5. Kaladin: Not anymore

We know that in canon Kaladin pulled pranks as a kid--he told Tien to save a lurg to dump in their dad's bath later. But I feel like nowadays, Kaladin is too gloomy and glowering to pull pranks. He might just enjoy Syl's sometimes though...

6. Steris: Maybe they're just not the most creative...

I think that if a Pranking Holiday existed, Steris would study up and do a textbook prank. Like, she's replacing Wax's sugar bowl with salt, and then he drinks a sip of salty coffee, and then she says, "Ah ha! You have been Pranked per the Social Conventions of today's Holiday!" And Wax would be genuinely delighted.

7. Dalinar: No--not at any point in his life

Blackthorn Dalinar would think a prank is "stabbing a guy in the leg and laughing." Modern-day Dalinar would be puzzled that anyone actually does pranks--aren't they, you know, kinda beneath you? The Codes would DEFINITELY not allow them.

8. Sigzil: No, too much paperwork

The Prank Authorization Form is 7 pages and takes 5 weeks for review and approval. Who has that kind of time???

9. Lift: Yes, absolutely

I can see Lift positioning buckets of water over, like, Dalinar's door or slicking the floor right as that merchant she saw yelling at kids walks by. Now--imagine Lift & Syl going on a prank spree together. You're welcome.

10. Hoid: Nobody knows

Hoid put paperclips in the pockets of every single one of Elhokar's outfits. He put edible glitter into Rock's stew, turning it into Glitter Stew. He found one of Kaladin's buttons on the ground and straight-up ate it while making direct eye contact.

But...were any of those things pranks? Were they plots? Were they just Hoid being Wit?

Nobody knows.

#cosmere #cosmerelists #Syl #Lopen #Wayne #Sarene #Hoid #Kaladin #Lift #Sigzil #Dalinar #Steris

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Shower Time

Summary: Walking into the wrong place, at the wrong time, seems to work out in your and Rooster's favor. In which, some private time in the shower turns into something far better.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, oral sex, fantasizing. MINORS DNI.

Rooster wiped the sweat off his face with his towel as he entered the locker room. He could hear the shower running already and realized with a small flash of annoyance that it would mean he'd have to wait. He sat on the bench next to his locker and was about to pop in his headphones when he heard a sound.

A moan, to be exact. Rooster froze as he heard another one coming from the direction of the showers. When he stopped and listened, he realized that it was definitely a moan and a very distinct moan of pleasure. Only one person could be in that shower right now, making sounds like that.

You. Something had been between you two since you'd met on the first day of training; chemistry mixed with the competitiveness of the training made for a very frustrating relationship, but he couldn't help but be attracted to you. You were gorgeous and a great pilot but beyond infuriating.

The next moan left no doubt of what you were doing in there, and he could feel the heat washing over his body, his dick already hardening in his athletic shorts. His hands gripped the bench so hard that his knuckles turned white, and with each succeeding sound you made, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to walk over there.

"Bradley…" the moan was quiet and breathless. If he hadn't had all of his focus on what was going on over in that shower, he might have missed it. His decision was made instantly; he stood up, dropping his things onto the bench and peeling his shirt off before he stalked over to the shower.

The sight of you simultaneously took his breath away and also turned him into a man possessed; there was no way he was leaving this shower without fucking you senseless. You were standing there, naked and soaking wet, the water from the shower pouring down your body, following all of your curves, with your legs slightly spread and your hand in between them, circling your clit with your thumb as you fucked yourself with your fingers.

You were oblivious to the fact that Rooster was even there. The tension and flirting from the last week and a half had driven you crazy all night till you found yourself at the gym on base at 5:30 am, trying desperately to let off some steam. It almost worked until Bradley Bradshaw, of all people, walked in and, before long, was glistening with sweat, his breath coming out in hard, short bursts. All you could think about was seeing him like this but in a completely different setting, with far fewer clothes, and instead of lifting weights, he'd be lifting you.

It became too much when paired with the heated looks between you two, so you bailed back to the locker room, planning on taking a very long, icy cold shower before training.

You didn't know how you ended up here, getting yourself off to the same dirty thoughts you'd had while watching him work out. You did know two things: First, you desperately needed a release, and second, you were almost there.

Your fingers were delving in and out of your folds, your other hand playing with your breasts, when the voice you last expected to hear came from way too close, and your eyes snapped open.

"Want some help with that, honey?"

Fuck.

There was no use in covering up; you knew he'd already seen your entire naked body and that he'd seen what you were just doing. He'd almost certainly heard you moaning his name, too.

Fuuuuuuck.

"You could have at least let me cum before interrupting me, Bradshaw." You did your best to sound nonchalant, and luckily, your face was already flushed, so he wouldn't be able to see the heat of embarrassment rising to your cheeks.

"Bradshaw, huh? Just a second ago, it was Bradley." He sauntered over to you, and you looked him up and down, taking in his incredibly delicious shirtless form.

"I'd call you Bradley again if you hadn't just ruined my orgasm." He finally reached you, stepped into your personal space, and backed you up until you were pressed against the cold tile of the shower. One of his hands came up to rest on the wall next to your head, and the other came to rest on your bare hip, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. Your traitorous, dirty mind sending thoughts of what that would feel like somewhere else.

"I'm sorry. How about I make it up to you?" He'd leaned down so that your lips were a breath away from meeting his.

"And how are you planning to do that?"

"I'll show you right now if you'll let me." Bradley was ever the gentleman.

You didn't say anything in response, answering instead by pulling him in for a heated kiss. Kissing him was everything you'd hoped and dreamed it would be. He was a phenomenal kisser, clearly experienced, and while you hated to admit it, clearly dominated you in every delicious aspect.

There was no point in wasting time when he already knew you'd been about to cum at the thought of him. The hand on your hip quickly moved to your thigh to lift your leg and hook it around his hip so he could be closer to you.

You could feel how hard he was, even through the shorts he was still wearing; his cock was pressed against your stomach. You trailed your hand down his chest to his stomach, dipping just slightly underneath the waistband, enough to tease him just a little bit. His abs contracted under your touch, and his fists clenched at his sides. What little clothes he wore were quickly getting drenched under the shower spray, but he didn't seem to care at all.

You broke apart for air, and he immediately went for your neck, kissing and biting his way down; you moaned as he got to just the right spot. Hearing your reaction, he doubled down with a hard suck, sure to leave a bruise, but at that moment, you didn't care.

Your hand went into his shorts, grasping his dick firmly, and marveled at the size. You couldn't see it, but fuck could you feel it, and goddamn, did you want it inside you. His head dropped to your shoulder as you started to pump his length with your hand, a quiet groan escaping him.

"Fuck," It took all his willpower to stop you, pulling your hand away from him. "I believe I owe you something."

"Yes, you do." Before you could blink, he dropped to his knees in front of you, pulling your thigh up over his shoulder and slowly kissing his way up your thigh.

"What were you picturing? When you moaned my name?" He said as he inched higher, his positively sinful brown eyes locked on yours. Had his eyes always been this dark?

"Not this," he bit down lightly at the most sensitive part of your inner thigh. "You, inside me. My legs were on your shoulders as you fucked me against the wall, hard."

As a reward for answering his question, he finally moved right where you wanted him. He used his hand to separate your folds, and then his mouth was on your clit, his tongue starting slowly and softly before starting to work up his rhythm.

You were a mess of moaning and pleading. Rooster ate you out like a fucking professional, listening to every intake of breath and every moan, having quickly learned what you liked and how to use it to get you undone, and fast.

"Holy fuck," Soon, two of his fingers joined his efforts, delving inside you, matching the pace of his tongue. "Goddamn, Bradley…"

You knew there was no way you would last like this, not with how amazing he was making your body feel. You were practically seeing stars and were begging him not to stop. A true testament to his experience, he didn't slow down or speed up, knowing how close you were. He maintained the speed and rhythm that was already driving you crazy.

"Bradley… I'm going to cum…" You looked down at him, kneeling in front of you, leg thrown over his shoulder, dark eyes locked on yours, as he ate you out like he was on a fucking mission. The sight alone had you starting to fall over the edge, but when his fingers curled and hit just the right spot, you plummeted head-first into her orgasm. "Fuck!"

Another testament to his experience, he knew exactly what to do to prolong your orgasm without ruining it, leaving you a shaking, moaning mess. Soon, though, your flesh became far too sensitive, and you pulled him up to kiss him. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his mustache. You'd never been a big mustache girl, but on him, you loved it.

"Please tell me that you're going to fuck me now," you all but whined when you pulled apart. The answering smirk on his face promised delightful things.

"Your wish is my command," He pushed his shorts and underwear down his legs and kicked them to the side, and you finally got your first look at his hard cock. You thought it was big before when you'd felt it, but now you could see that it was huge, and for a second, you worried it might not even fit, but you decided that you didn't care. "Come here."

You obliged, wrapping your arms around his neck as he brought your lips back together and picked you up in one fluid motion. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and from the new position, you could feel the tip of his dick rubbing against you, and all you could think about was that you needed more. He pushed you back into the wall before pausing to look at you.

"Are you sure?" You both knew that after this, there would be no going back to how it used to be.

"Yes." It was all the confirmation he needed, pushing into you gently but firmly. You couldn't help but gasp at the intrusion, feeling mildly like you were being split in half, but it was both slightly painful and exquisite because you had never felt this full before. Your gasp was met with a deep moan from Rooster as he seated himself to the hilt.

"You're so fucking tight," He gave you a second to adjust, and when you nodded, he withdrew almost completely, just to bury himself nice and deep. He swallowed your moan with a kiss, your tongues battling for dominance as he fucked you slowly.

Soon that familiar pressure was building up slowly in your body, and you knew that when you came, you were going to cum hard.

"Hold on to me." You nodded, not able to form words as he shifted your legs from his waist to having the crook of your knees slung over his elbows, changing the angle and allowing him even deeper. With his next thrust, you almost screamed but managed to choke it down.

In this new position, he set a grueling pace, fucking you hard and fast, with you doing your damnedest to not be too loud, but the way he was fucking you made that incredibly difficult. You were getting so close to reaching that peak again when the door to the locker room opened and slammed shut.

The two of you froze instantly, not wanting to be caught in a more than compromised position but unable to separate without making quite a bit of noise. You could make out a few muffled voices belonging to some of your squadmates but had no idea what they were saying. Someone must have noticed Rooster's things on the bench because soon they called out to him.

"Rooster? That you?" Fanboy called from far too close for comfort. The only bit of luck that seemed to be on your side was that even if one of them came into the showers, they wouldn't see any part of you besides your arms and legs, as opposed to the unobstructed view they'd have of Rooster's incredible ass and chiseled back.

"Yeah." His dick was still hard and practically pulsing inside you. Your brain and body were currently fighting a desperate battle over wanting to finish what they'd started but not wanting to be caught fucking on base, in the locker room, right before training.

"We're going to grab breakfast. Are you in?"

"Yeah, I'll, uh, meet you there."

"Sounds good." The voices drift further away, and you both hear the door again open and shut. Your head fell onto his shoulder, and you released the breath you'd held.

"It is, apparently, not my morning." You said against his skin, and he responded with a dry chuckle.

"Not mine, either." You gasped slightly as he gently pulled out and set you back on solid ground. You pulled away from him and took in his face for a second, the tensing in his jaw and darkened eyes. He was the picture of annoyance, and you were positive your face mirrored his.

"I'm going to get out of here before we risk being discovered, for real this time," you leaned up and kissed him one last time, purposefully keeping it short, not wanting to be any more sexually frustrated than you already were. "Come find me later?"

"You got it, honey." You rinsed off and headed out of the shower, ignoring every part of you that wanted to say fuck it and turn around.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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Can u give me a short drabble of CE smut? Anything I'd like but damn I am in need of him right now it's killing me 😩

10 Minutes » Chris Evans

Pairings: Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N visits Chris on set which results in a quickie.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, praise kink, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @cevansbaby-dove 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You and Chris were all over each other the second the door to his trailer closed. Clothes were taken off and thrown in different directions. Chris picked you up and gently laid you on the couch. He hovered over you, leaning down to kiss along your collarbones and chest, his teeth nipping at your skin to leave some hickeys behind.

“Chris…” You breathed. “We only have 10 minutes.” You say, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his beard scratching across your skin.

“We have enough time, baby. Remember the times I made you to cum in 5 minutes? I’m gonna do it again.” Chris says, smirking against your chest.

Chris’s hand found it’s way to your pussy that was practically dripping. You gasped when his fingers rubbed in between your folds. You involuntarily spread your legs wider.

“Chris, please!” You whined. “Fuck me!” You begged.

Chris chuckles at your neediness. He lined his hard cock at your tight entrance, sliding it inside of you, making the both of you moan. His thrusts started off slow, but quickened. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. Usually Chris would take his time with you, but you two only had 10 minutes before he had to go back to work so he did what he had to do. Fucking you fast which you love.

“Chris…” You moaned, digging your nails in his back.

Your moans was like music to his ears and encouraged him to move faster. One of his hands found it’s way to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles causing your cunt to clench around his cock.

“Fuck…” Chris moans.

His other hand tightened it’s grip on your hip. A loud moan of his name left your lips when his cock hit your sweet spot. You two could care less if anyone outside of the trailer heard you guys.

“That’s it, baby. Moan my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” He says huskily.

Your orgasm began to build up the more his cock hit your sweet spot and his fingers rubbed your clit. You arched your back in pleasure, your chest touching his.

“Chris, I- oh fuck!” You moaned, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart. Give it to me.” He says panting.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan left your lips as you came. Chris wasn’t too far behind you. After a few thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He laid on top of you, being careful not to crush you. He kissed you hungrily before grabbing his phone to check the time.

“Not that I keep track, but we beat a record. We have 5 minutes to spare.” Chris says smirking.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You two kissed one more time before he pulled out of you and got dressed.

“Are you coming to my hotel room tonight?” You asked, putting your shirt on.

“You already know the answer to that, sweetheart.” Chris says, kissing you.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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Last Hope Ch. 2 // Mafia!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

(Chapter 1)

Summary: Before dating Steve and Bucky, your life felt like a steel cage that you couldn't escape from because of your family business. There was no happiness or hope but, what happens when the infamously heartless mafia leader, Steve Rogers, finds you alone?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, fluff, abusive brother, emotional manipulation/abuse, murder/violence, blood/injury, protective steve rogers, hurt/comfort, losing virginity, oral (f receiving), fingering, intense sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, handjob, size difference, praise kink

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As you spoke on the phone with Enzo, Steve went to find Bucky and inform him and the rest of the gang as to what was happening and then you all moved to a different room down the hall where a lengthy table, suitable for the meeting, lay in the centre of the room.

Steve directed you to take the seat to his right and then Bucky sat to his left, as the leader sat at the head of the table. You were even more nervous now this was happening than before, needing to hold onto Steve’s hand to find some comfort. Even though telling Steve had gone better than you could have ever hoped for, now the main reason for all of this happening in the first place was going to take place and you had no idea what was in store from Enzo’s participation. Then there was Steve, who had made it very clear that this was going to be a version of him that you’d never seen before but this didn’t worry you, not when you’ve grown up with Enzo’s vile, nasty side.

Half an hour passed and one of the Rogers gang announced that Enzo had arrived with 5 of his guards. You sat up straighter in your chair, planning to move your hand out of Steve’s grasp, expecting him to want to be professional about the situation but his hand only tightened around yours and when you looked at him, he gave you a small smile before his metaphorical mask slipped on.

A couple of minutes later, Enzo swaggered in with the confidence and arrogance of someone in control, his 5 guards on his heels. But, then his smile dropped slightly as he spotted yours and Steve’s hand and also noticed the fact that Steve failed to stand and greet him.

Pulling back the chair to the side of yours, Enzo greeted through gritted teeth, “Hello sweet sister”, as he kissed the top of your head, a move that he had never done before and was only doing it to show some kind of dominance that you were family and his before you were Steve’s.

As he settled into his chair and the other gang members sat in the remaining seats, you took note of the fact that only Steve and Bucky were present from his gang and pride bloomed in your chest that they felt confident enough to take on all of Enzo and his team by themselves.

Enzo shifted in his seat so he was more facing you than Steve as he suggested, “Why don’t you wait outside for me, dear sister?”

“She’s not going anywhere”, Steve’s voice was authoritative as he gently squeezed your hand, a sign that you took that he wanted you to stay.

You didn’t look to see Enzo’s reaction as he continued talking, “It’s a nice place you’ve got here Rogers. I drive past here all of the time”.

Steve ignored the casual comments, cutting straight to the point, “You wanted this meeting and you’ve got it. Start talking”.

His voice was full of power that seemed to direct straight to your core with his easily he seemed to control the room, your eyes never strayed from his but you did have to readjust in your seat to cross your legs, subtly as to be able to squeeze your thighs together. Steve’s blue eyes momentarily dropped from yours to look at your lap before looking back up and you saw the corner of his lip twist up a tiny bit, almost like he had read your mind and sensed your arousal.

“Rumour has it, you’ve had a shipment in from Ireland”, Enzo’s dreary voice cut through the tension between you and the Rogers mafia boss who now looked towards the man to your right with disdain.

Steve neither confirm nor denied this and continued to stare him down, along with Bucky. Your heart was beating faster as you knew they were reacting this volatile because of you.

Enzo continued, “And if it has arrived, there are things in that container that belong to me but for some reason, when I sent someone to collect my belongings the other day, your team had already claimed the objects as theirs so I’ve had to run around like a lackey and arrange this meeting so I can ask: why the fuck have you stolen my stuff?”

You flinched at hearing the lack of respect towards Steve. Even though they were both leaders of their own mafias and controlled large areas, it was clear in this situation that Steve was in charge, they were in his borough, in his building, with his team just outside of the door, your brother wasn’t being particularly smart.

Steve finally moved but only to lean forward in his chair, slow methodical movements. “You have a hell of a lot of nerve coming here and then demanding ANYTHING from me”. His voice was calm and yet laced with death as he stared daggers at Enzo. “If I recall, we imported stolen goods from Ireland that arrived in MY port and not yours and had MY name on the container. There was not a single mention of ‘Enzo’ property, nothing on the receipts or claims made on arrival so explain to me, why I should believe a single fucking word to come out of your cowardly little mouth”.

Your breaths came out in heavy bursts as you looked between both men, but you weren’t scared even with Enzo walking on thin ice. It was Steve’s utter domination that had your core warming and you weren’t at all embarrassed by it, Steve was really starting to take over your emotions.

Enzo and his guards became noticeably tenser, all leaning further in their chairs, causing the leather material to squeak, looking at the man to your right, you knew he was just inching to reach for his gun but the holsters strapped to his chest were empty as they had been checked for weapons on entry to the building.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you speak to me like that?” the vein began to bulge in Enoz’s forehead as his anger peaked.

Steve smirked arrogantly, leaning back in his chair, “I can talk to you however I like, you’re in my office, demanding my property. What is it? Don’t you like it when someone speaks back to you? Or have you just got so used to talking to your sister like dirt that you’ve forgotten what it’s like when someone your size stands up to you? You’re a coward. How in any way did you think you had the upper hand here, little boy? Now I want you to take your pathetic men here, get the fuck out of my office and NEVER dirty my air with your presence again. This meeting is over”.

Bucky stood as Steve finished talking, moving towards the door and opening it, allowing more of the gang to open and chaperone Enzo’s gang out. You were completely captivated by Steve, so much so, that you were shocked out of your staring contest with him as your chair was forcibly moved back by Enzo. “Come on, let’s go”, he mumbled, grabbing your other hand and forcing you to stand.

“Don’t fucking touch her”, Steve raged, standing so hard that his chair tipped over, eyes bulging as he stepped closer but you quickly raised your hands onto his chest, stopping his movements.

“It’s ok, Steve, I’ll talk to you later”, you raised your eyebrows so he could understand your secret reference, one unanswered call and he would come and find you. You of course wanted to stay with Steve but it would probably be better for you in the long run to go with Enzo now than face his wrath later on.

You were dragged towards the door as Enzo declared, “This isn’t over Rogers, I’ll get what I want in the end, I always do”.

Steve reluctantly watched you leave, feeling sick to his stomach, knowing that letting you go was the wrong move but had to trust you. However, as he watched the cars driving away on CCTV, he couldn’t stand it anymore as he rushed towards his car with Bucky and Sam trailing behind, “Something isn’t right, I just know it isn’t. Even if we just watch from the streets, I need to make sure everything is ok”. Steve explained to the other two, beginning to speed off to catch up with the car you’d left in.

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Enzo didn’t say a single word the entire drive home, but you didn’t necessarily care, still reeling from the meeting you’d just been involved in and coming to terms with the dynamic shift between you and Steve.

Your heart was racing with anticipation to be in your bedroom and call Steve, already craving to hear his voice again and to plan when you were going to see him next. Tomorrow was sure to be a difficult day and it was obvious that you and Enzo would have to discuss whatever it was that you had with Steve and its consequences for his gang but that didn’t bother you right now, knowing that Enzo would most likely be going to strop in his home bar, drowning his sorrows in liquor.

Returning home, you were three steps inside the house before a tight grip was on the back of your neck, forcing you in the direction of his office. Once inside you were pushed hard enough that you lost your footing and skidded to the floor, the wooden flooring burning against your exposed knees as Enzo locked the door behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you shout but are then cut off as he’s suddenly on top of you, his knee pressing hard into your stomach to keep you still and hand strongly gripping your face, forcing you to look at him as you try and fail to pull on his wrists.

“I give you everything you could have ever wanted and this is how you pay me back?” he shouted at the top of his voice, specs of spit flying out and hitting your face. “You have no one except me in the world and you fucking betray me for them? I bet you told them everything didn’t you? Been playing double agent and betraying your own fucking brother, you whore!”

You're frantically trying to get away from him but he’s so much stronger than you, it was no use, he didn’t budge so instead, you tried to reach for your phone but it slid across the floor when you fell. Then you heard it, over the sounds of your ranting brother, your phone began to ring and you prayed to whoever was listening that it was Steve as it rang and rang until stopping.

You weren’t able to hear if it began ringing again Enzo screamed only inches from your face, his eyes venomous, “After everything I’ve given you, all I ever ask are small things in return for the benefit of this gang but no- you’re just some stupid little whore who can’t even keep her legs closed for another gang, is that your plan? To move onto them when you’re done with me?! You’ve got another thing coming-”, Enzo pushed your face away so your head knocked to the floor, not hard enough to do any damage but it was the raised fist that was planning to do that as you began begging for him to stop.

“Please Enzo stop- Please!”

Before Enzo could do any damage with his fists, gunfire could be heard ringing through from the rest of the building, men shouting and then being silenced almost immediately before the office door was brutally kicked open, the lock failing to keep the intruder at bay.

You sobbed Steve’s name as he entered, his eyes ablaze with anger as he saw Enzo still kneeling over you with his fist raised. Steve held his gun confidently in his two hands, taking less than a second to aim and shoot, the bullet striking home in Enzo’s shoulder, knocking him off balance and freeing you of the hold.

Desperately you crawled towards Steve who was by your side instantly, hands cupping your cheeks checking for any injuries, “are you ok?”

“I think so”, you gripped his shirt tightly, not wanting to let him go but as Enzo groaned from behind you and Steve’s attention returned to him, you knew he wouldn’t be by your side for much longer.

“Everything ok?” Bucky’s voice was heard over Steve’s shoulder as he entered the room, blood coating the front of his shirt as he held a knife in either hand.

“You’re safe now, sweetheart. Bucky take her to the car”, Steve demanded, gently pushing you in his direction but you held your ground, not wanting to leave his side.

“No, I don’t want to go without you!”

Steve looked away from Enzo and tried to soften his gaze down at you, his hand cupping your cheek, “I don’t want you to see me like this, I’m going to lose control, I don’t want you to be scared of me”.

You grab his wrist as you try to sound confident, even if you were still crying, “I’m not scared of you Steve!”

Before you were able to continue, the man lying on the floor with blood pooling beneath him, seemed to recover from the shock of being shot as he began to try and stand but only managed to rise to his knees as he shouted, “You bitch! You’re working with them? I was right to think you’d use your cunt against me- AH!”

Bucky’s knife was now imbedded in his other shoulder as he effortlessly threw it across the room, the force knocking Enzo onto his back and cutting off whatever he was going to say.

“That’s not how you speak to a lady, you fucking asshole”, Bucky gruffly shouted. Your emotions were completely overwhelmed but you managed to squeeze Steve’s hand, showing him that you weren’t scared of whatever side he wanted to show.

He finally looked away from you towards his friend, signalling him over to stand next to you so that Steve could go over to Enzo who was groaning in agony on the floor. Bucky’s arm grazed yours, letting you know he was there as Steve gripped the front of Enzo’s shirt, easily lifting him up and slamming on top of his desk, causing the injured man to scream out in pain.

“You’re a slimy little worm, not just a coward but a fucking scumbag for treating her like that, making her use her body to get what YOU wanted. The only thing you deserve is the treatment I’m about to give you”, Steve’s venomous voice was drowned out by Enzo’s screams of agony as the man standing over him pushed against the bullet hole in his shoulder.

You’d never seen him look weak before, and maybe there was something wrong with you because you didn’t feel bad at all for your so-called brother, watching him bleeding out. Enzo seemed to then remember that you were siblings as his reaction changed, knowing he was losing, “are you just going to stand there? I’m your brother, come and help me!”

Steve’s punch to the nose swiftly shut him up, “Don’t speak to her, don’t even look at her again, you’ve lost that privilege”. Enzo to his credit was still trying to fight back but was losing too much blood to be of equal power to his opponent and finally lost his energy, slumping back into the desk.

Steve let go of his front so that he could lean down to whisper threats into his ear, “I want this to hurt, I want you to beg for forgiveness for treating her the way you have. I want you to suffer just as you’ve made her suffer for all of these years. And please just know this, I’m going to give her the life she deserved and not once will she ever think about your miserable existence ever again. You have lost, your team have lost, you’ll be the but to everyone’s jokes in the community, you selfish fuck.”

This was the Mafia boss that had a ferocious reputation, for being cold-hearted and violent. However, he wasn’t being cold-heart, in fact, all of his actions today were through passion and an obsessive amount of protection for someone he had only truly known for a few days, but Steve hated assholes like this, that only thought about themselves and would hurt even their loved ones to get what they wanted, Enzo deserved this.

Speaking of, the man began to openly cry and there was no denying that the sight was satisfying to you, maybe you were as cold-hearted as Steve but why should you care when Enzo was able to so easily hurt and manipulate you.

You were done. Done with being in the room. Done with looking at the man you had once called Brother, and you finally felt the release of being tied to this godforsaken gang. Looking towards Bucky, who still looked at the situation with such venom it would have made you recoil, instead, you leaned further into his arm, catching his attention, his frown softening as he looked at you.

“Could you… please could we leave?”

Steve’s eyes snapped up to yours and you smiled gently at him, making sure he knew it wasn’t his actions that were making you want to leave, you were just ready to never see Enzo again.

“Yeah, come on mama, let’s get you out of here”, Bucky placed an arm around your shoulders and directed you towards the exit. That nickname that he used, mama, sounded almost right and filled you with warmth with how good it sounded coming from his mouth, that he felt comfortable enough with you to call you an affectionate name.

“Do you want to pack your stuff up? I know Steve would get you anything you needed if you didn’t want to do that right now,” Bucky asked as you both walked past Sam who nodded and joined Steve in the room, attempting to shut the kicked-in door to quieten the screams that were coming from within. The rest of the house wasn’t any better with its heavy violence as bodies and blood lay everywhere, too many to count and you had to give Steve, Bucky and Sam credit, how three guys could easily overthrow so many people without a single scratch.

You thought about Bucky’s questions, did you even have anything that you needed here? Everything would remind you of the life you hated but then one thought came into your mind, “yeah, I just need one thing”. He followed you silently, you couldn’t even hear his footsteps which was unnerving, having to check over your shoulder to check he was still there as you walked to your bedroom, picking up Steve’s white jacket and holding it close. “This is it, I don’t need anything else”.

“Is this your room? It’s so small and where are your pictures or things that you enjoy?”, your cheeks warmed at Bucky's observations and looked around your room. It was the smallest room in the entire building, just large enough to fit a single bed and chest of drawers.

You shrugged, “Enzo said we shouldn’t have times for things we enjoy when there was still work to do”. Bucky’s jaw clenched, rolling his shoulders to relieve some built tension as he whispered under his breath, ‘asshole’, before holding his arm out for you to lead the way.

Bucky led you to the SUV you’d seen the other day, helping you into the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's side. From there, he turned on the car, putting the heaters on to warm up your exhausted body, knees burning from where they had burned across the floor, and a few layers of skin had ripped. Bucky then picked a random radio station that helped to ease the tense atmosphere and act as a distraction. You watched Bucky move, he seemed to have been prepared for this, as he pulled out a water bottle from the compartment, and a cloth which he damped and then handed the bottle for you to drink from.

“You’ve got some blood on you, let me clean you up”, Bucky with surprising gentleness began to wipe away where Enzo’s blood had sprayed across your face when Steve had arrived and shot him in the shoulder.

“Why are you being so kind to me? You don’t really know me, or Steve for that matter, and you’re willing to destroy another gang just to same me… why?”

“Because I’ve never seen Steve look at someone the way he looks at you”, was all Bucky said and all he needed to say.

Another hour passed and you were close to falling asleep when the back doors opened and Sam and Steve climbed into the car, both covered in blood which was unnerving, to say the least. “All good?” Bucky asked over his shoulder. You were thankful that he didn’t ask for details, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know what had actually happened.

“Yeah, take us home please Buck”, Steve replied whilst looking at you, offering a small smile even though he looked like he’d been bathed in blood, you still managed to find it endearing, maybe you were just as messed up as him. Leaning over to the back, you reached with your hand which he accepted straight away, you could feel the mixture of wet and dried blood across his skin but you didn’t care, holding his hand the entire drive back to his home.

Steve’s home was beautiful, with guards at the entrance, a couple of garages, and a front garden that was beautifully designed you couldn’t wait to see the back yard if it looked anything the same as this. The house itself was stunning, not too big and not too small either, but it was clear that Steve liked to live comfortably in luxury.

Bucky and Sam stayed in the car, saying they’ll return and clean up the mess, leaving Steve to lead the way into his home. “Do they ever sleep?” you jokingly asked Steve as your eyes widened in awe at what you saw.

Standing in the entryway, you looked to your right where the living room was, a large couch facing towards a TV mantled to the wall, two armchairs on either side of the couch and a small wooden table stretched in the middle. To your left, there was another room that you couldn’t quite see into but it looked like a dining room that could seat at least 15 people. Leading further into the house, walking past the stairs to the second floor, you gasped at the beautiful kitchen, thick slabs of white marble countertops and an island separating the kitchen from the dinner table.

“Your home is beautiful”, you praised as he continued the tour, which was an odd sight considering he was still covered in blood. You were right, the back garden was huge and beautiful, with trees and flowers surrounding the edge. There was even a gym in the basement and then upstairs, there were 3 guest bedrooms, two toilets and then Steve’s bedroom.

His bed was massive, but you guessed he was a tall guy and needed the space. Along opposite walls, there were built-in wardrobes, a TV just as big as the one downstairs was attached to the wall opposite the bed and there was a door leading to an en-suite bathroom that had one of the biggest baths you’d ever seen, it could probably fit three of Steve, as well as the shower area. Everything about this building was perfect for you.

“I’m just going to shower, feel free to be a snoop and go through my draws”, he said lightheartedly, walking into the ensuite and shutting the door behind him.

You contemplated doing just that but as you sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion hit you like a train, the day's events going through your mind but there was just too much to process. And what was going to happen now? Would Steve let you stay or would you need to find somewhere else? What even were you and Steve anyway?

As you were inspecting your grazed knees, Steve returned from the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely over his hips and your mouth instantly watered at his broad, chiselled chest that was slightly damp with mist, his hair was towel-dried and gave him a softer look as the ends of his hair curled slightly.

“Sorry, forgot my change of clothes… are you ok? Do they hurt?” he asked quickly, approaching and kneeling before you, inspecting your knees as he saw the injuries.

You were momentarily caught off guard with him on his knees, his warm hands touching your skin was enough to send a gush of wetness between your legs. When you didn’t answer, Steve looked up, seeing your flushed expression, a smirk replacing the worried expression on his face seemed to snap you out of your hypnotic state.

“Yeah, it’s fine, it just stings but I’ve had worse from tripping over my own feet”.

The two of you stayed in an comfortable silence, both having so much more to say but not entirely sure where to begin.

“I don’t know-”

“Please don’t-”

You both chuckled having begun talking to one another at the same time. Steve took the lead by saying, “Sorry, you go first”. Your mind went blank again as his thumb idly stroked against your inner knee from where he casually rested his hands against you still and you tried not to let your eyes wander to where his towel had parted to reveal his own muscular thigh.

“I don’t want to know what you’ve done to him, I don’t care what you’ve done but I just wanted to say thank you for saving me. If there’s anything I can do to repay you for all of this I-”

He covered your mouth with a single finger, cutting off your words. “I don’t need you to repay me, I just want to know that you’re safe and happy”.

You could feel your chest warming with that unknown sensation you’d been feeling every time you were with him and you realised it was that spark of hope, blossoming and spreading with each passing moment that you spent together. Trying to keep the happy tears at bay, you took a deep breath and asked, “So what happens now?”

“We can talk about everything tomorrow but you’re welcome to stay here for as long or as little as you like.” He asked curiously.

“I feel like I should be crying in sadness but I can’t, I don’t have those emotions at all. You must think there's something wrong with me”, you admitted.

“You’ve just seen me shoot and beat a guy, and you think I would be judging you?”, you laughed at the absurdity of his words, he did make a very good point, closing your eyes and smiling leaning in closer to his touch, resting your forehead against his, in an intimate touch that still felt incredibly right.

“You have a good point.”.

As the two of you stayed like that for a moment, you savoured the fresh smell of him and the feeling of his hands still on your knees. Steve’s voice came as a deep whisper as he asked, “What’s going through your head right now?” and before you could stop yourself, you began to spill exactly what you were thinking.

“I can’t believe how natural and normal it feels to be with you, it’s like I’m craving to even be in the same room as you let alone feel your touch. I’ve never been intimate with anyone before but here, right now, it feels right. Sorry I know I’m moving fast, I just don’t want to miss any opportunities that come our way”.

Instead of verbally answering, Steve grasped your hand and held it against his chest, directly over his heart and after the initial touch that made your hands tingle, realising you were touching his naked chest, you then concentrated on the pounding beneath your palm. His heart seemed to be beating as hard and at an accelerated rate to match yours. Steve was showing you just how much he felt the same as you, even without words you knew what he was trying to say.

It was like an invisible lasso was thrown around your body, drawing you closer as you reacted on instinct, leaning forward, needing to touch him, wanting to feel more of him as both of you met in the middle once more, lips connecting.

It wasn’t as frantic as your previous kiss, Steve remained on his knees, one hand reaching to cup your cheek, holding you against him as he slowly kissed you, taking his time to memorise how your lips felt against his, your taste, even the feeling of your pulse against your throat, he wanted to know it all, wanted to feel it all.

You were doing your own exploration as Steve nipped on your lower lip, your fingers travelling across his chest, even though you were nervous to feel more of him, unsure if you were doing the right thing, you gave in to your temptations and felt over the hard muscles, every so often coming across a scar from an old injury.

As Steve pulled away, allowing you to breathe, almost dizzy with the lack of oxygen, you audibly mewled as his mouth left wet kisses against your cheek, jaw and throat. Both of his hands were now tilting your head back, giving him better access and you were more than happy to provide this for him. You wanted everything he was willing to give you as your arousal pooled in your panties, your legs spreading wider to pull him closer.

This seemed to draw some realisation back as he hovered over the shell of your ears, “You’ve been through a lot today, I don’t want to hurt you”.

“You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t, please- I want this Steve, I want you, I trust you”.

Steve groaned at your words, rising higher on his knees to brush his chest against your clothed one but it caused the material of your bra to rub against your pebbled nipples, as his mouth latched onto yours once more. His calloused hands brushed higher up the outside of your thighs, easing the material of your dress with his movements.

You had never wanted anything so desperately before in your life, his touch leaves a heated path as your fingers delved into his damp hair, nails scratching against his scalp, holding his face against yours, tongues stroking against one another.

Steve’s fingers found what they were looking for as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you didn’t need to be told to lift your hips as you did it automatically so that he could drag them down your legs. As the material was parted from your body, Steve groaned as he felt just how damp they were, holding them tightly in his grip as he didn’t want to be separated from your evidence of arousal.

You groaned as Steve pulled back from the touch, tilting your head towards him, encouraging you to open your eyes which you did, “if you want me to stop, please say, ok?”

“Yes, but please, don’t stop”, you breathed in response.

Your heart felt like it was pounding in your throat as you watched Steve move back slightly, helping your legs over his shoulders so that you had to leave your weight back onto your arms as he gave you one sultry wink before diving beneath the skirts of your dress.

The material acted as a barrier between the two of you, which slightly helped your anxiety slightly as you didn’t feel pressured with your responses and the fact that you could feel his lips trailing further up your inner thighs. Your hips bucked, not realising just how sensitive the skin was there but then your mind went completely blank as you could feel his breath against your exposed core.

Another beat later and his tongue was licking up the entire length of your cunt, from bottom to top, pushing slightly with the tip so he could tease your most sensitive parts. The joints of your elbows buckled at the pleasure as you collapsed back onto the bed, hands instead gripping the sheets beneath.

This new position gave Steve more room, his hands enveloping over your clothed hips to keep you still as you desperately wanted to grind against his face but he was taking his time, not wanting to rush.

You tasted just as he imagined, hell, even better than he had imagined, instantly addicted to it and the sweet moans you were releasing, glad that you weren’t holding them back. His cock was painfully hard, veins bulging and precum leaking down his shaft, and he had to remove the towel, needing to feel some freedom, but he didn’t touch himself, he wanted to make sure all the pleasure was given to you.

His tongue explored you thoroughly, first licking up your juices and you could hear him audibly swallow as he did which made you clench hard around nothing. You’d touched yourself before, but nothing that could have felt this good before.

Steve then teased your hole, swirling around the edge a couple of times to relax you further before pushing in, feeling just how tight you were. Your back ached at the feeling of something ward penetrating your body.

“Steve!”, you gasped and he groaned as you said his name, his cock throbbing again.

His tongue explored your hole, moving in and out steadily, before licking up your folds and to your clit. The first touch was a testing stroke but then he couldn’t wait any longer to hear just how good it felt as he rolled the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue, around and around in a slow circle before latching his lips around it and sucking gently.

You let out a desperate moan, hand dropping to his head that was still covered by your dress but you needed to see him so rushed to pull your dress up until it rested around your hips. “Fuck, yes!” you moaned seeing him smirking from between your legs, a memory you’re never going to remember.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire with how much he was pleasuring you, your heels digging into his broad shoulder blades, one hand in his hand and the other grabbed onto his fingers that rested on your hips. You could feel the tightening in your core, thighs shaking with anticipation.

“I’m gonna… I think I’m-”, your were a bumbling mess as you tried to warn him that you were going to orgasm but he held steady, didn’t change his pace, making sure to build you up perfectly with his continued strokes of his tongue against your clit.

Your eyes clenched closed as everything was so overwhelming, feeling like you were going to explode as you finally came, back arching, toes curling and a constant stream of moans coming from your lips as he held you through your orgasm.

As you tried to catch your breath, Steve unlatched himself from between your legs, admiring your beautiful, blissed-out face as you looked down at him with glazed happy eyes, a shy smile on your face.

Steve crawled up your body, easing your dress up with him and then discarding it to the side, and you could now see that he was completely naked, his cock size making your eyes widen in shock, mouth dropping over to verbally express your admiration for his member but his lips cut you off. You groaned and your stomach twisted as you could taste yourself on his lips, it all felt unbelievably hot. Steve rested his weight on an arm next to your head, leaning on his hip next to yours as he began to explore the rest of your body, his tongue licking your nipple over your laced bra, your last piece of clothing.

You whined at the touch and reached to the front, undoing the clasp that was between your breasts. It was Steve’s turn to groan now as he looked between your exposed tits, admiring them before worshipping them both in turn.

You wanted nothing more then to return the favour of his pleasures but you were still slightly nervous with knowing what to do and with the position, you couldn’t reach his cock so you trailed your hands over his shoulders, scratching lightly and loving when he shivered at the touch, he was just as responsive as you were.

Steve eased one of your thighs open, giving him better access to your cunt and finally, his fingers began to explore the area you wanted him to return to. His thumb brushed against your clit, being careful as you were a little sensitive from his mouth but soon melted into the touch.

He made sure to build your pleasure again before moving his finger down to your hole, resting it against the area. His fingers were a lot thicker than yours and would definitely be the biggest thing to have penetrated you but you wanted this so bad so as he removed his mouth from your breast to look into your eyes, making sure his movements were still ok, you made sure to tell him, “please don’t stop”.

Steve leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes boring into yours as he half covered your body with his so that you were in a tight cocoon of purely Steve as he tentiatevly eased his middle finger into your cunt.

With how aroused you were, it wasn’t painful, your walls stretching around him happily but you still had to take a couple of deep breaths to regain control of your thoughts. Your hands cupped his cheeks and you pulled him back into a frantic kiss, groaning at the back of your throat as he began to simultaneously circle your clit with his thumb and ease his finger in and out, allowing you to get used to the sensation.

As your hips began rolling with the touch, wanting more, Steve eased his ring finger beside his middle one, pushing it into your entrance. You pulled back from the kiss to gasp, sucking in air greedily as your eyebrows knitted together with how intense the stretch was.

“Shhh, you’re ok baby, relax, it’ll feel better in a minute”, Steve encouraged and you made a conscious effort to relax your tense muscles and after a couple more rocking back and forth with his fingers, you found his words to be true as desperate pleasure pooled throughout your abdomen.

“Mmm, need you Steve, want to feel you”, you desperately whined.

“Not yet sweetheart, need to make sure you’re prepped for me, don’t want to hurt you”, he mumbled against your throat where he began sucking.

Before you could try begging again, Steve’s fingers began curling, hitting directly against the spot within that you loved so much and with his thumbs movements, you were crying out instantly, holding onto him as your cunt fluttered around him with your impending orgasm.

“I can feel you squeezing around my fingers, baby, don’t hold back from me, cum for me, I want to hear your pretty little moans”, Steve encouraged from above you.

Your moans were anything but little as your ears rang with how loud you cried out, so sensitive from being stretched and orgasm so quickly after the first, your entire body was light with pleasure. Steve's fingers stilled inside of you but his thumb didn’t stop moving as you came and as he began to praise you in your ear, you thought you were going to cum again with how much they affected you. “You did so well baby, such a good girl taking my mouth and fingers. Are you ok?”

“Ye-yes”, you stuttered, trying to get your bearings but it was difficult as your body trembled and felt weak, your legs wobbling when you tried to move them.

“Do you want to stop? I don’t mind-”

“Don’t fucking stop…please”, you added at the end of your outburst but he still chuckled, kissing the pulse point along your neck before helping you further up his bed, until you head rested on the pillow. Steve made out with you slowly, crawling over your body, your legs shifting up until they rested on his thighs and you could feel the heaviness of his cock as it rested on your abdomen.

Breaking the kiss, you looked down your body, asking, “Can I touch it?”

Steve groaned, pecking your temple before nodding. You’d never done this before and maybe he could sense your trepidation as he began to guide your hand, showing you how to wrap your hand around his shaft. It was softer than you thought but the thickness and hardness beneath the skin layers. Steve squeezed your hand harder than you thought as well before he seemed satisfied with the pressure, guiding you to move it up and down and you took note of the way his hips bucked as your hand moved over his tip before moving back down. It was almost hypnotising watching Steve being pleasured, knowing he was one of the most dangerous men in all of New York, and here you were, making his cock throb due to your actions.

A dribble of precum leaked for the tip of Steve’s tip and your thumb caught it, spreading it over his sensitive end but then he quickly pulled your hand off, closing his eyes in concentration, “fuck, I was going to cum already, watching your hands on my cock as fueled my dreams for longer then you’d think”.

Your confidence beamed at his compliment, biting your lip as you looked up at him trying to compose himself before he dipped his lips down and captured yours, lowering his body until you were chest to chest and even that was an intimate enough act of feeling your breasts against his pecs. “Are you on birth control? There’s a condom in my wallet downstairs if you aren’t”, Steve suddenly asked, through all the lust nearly forgetting about protection.

This was something that had completely slipped your mind as well and you were thankful for him checking with you, “I’ve been on birth control for a few years”, you admitted, but this was only because Enzo had forced you to in case anything happened on these dates he sent you on but now you were thankful for this precaution.

Steve grinned, lips back to moving against yours, and then his hips shifted and his cock was prodding at your hole.

Steve pulled back from the kiss, making sure to see your emotions so that if you were in pain he would slow down or stop. Your hands rested on his shoulders, still wanting this, as you gave Steve a smile and a nod to show your feelings and he began to slip his cock into you.

It was intense that was for sure. His fingers were one thing but his cock, the sheer girth of it you never thought it would move past the tip but as he stroked a hand down your side, you relaxed a little more and more of him entered you. It was uncomfortable at first, your thighs trembling as they tried to remain open for him but as he remained still with more than half of his length inside, the discomfort shifted and you had the overwhelming urge, needing more, needing to feel him move.

It was your turn to shift your hips, attempting to roll your hips but it was difficult with your already trembling body and Steve took the hint and began pulling out.

He thankfully fucked you slowly, each thrust opened you up more so his cock slipped further in until his tip was brushing against your cervix. You were happy to go at this slower pace for your first time having sex, already feeling sensitive from Steve’s mouth and fingers, you didn’t want to be fucked hard and be in pain later on. Also, seeing Steve being so tentative with his movements and caring, it made you cling to him harder, groaning his name into his ear.

Being stretched so much around his cock, your orgasm felt different with your walls desperately clenching around Steve that he grunted with how hard you squeezed around him. It took your breath away, the pure pleasure felt through every nerve of your body, you’d never experienced anything like it.

Steve’s hand rested on your thigh, clenching hard as he tried to will himself to hold back from cumming so quickly, not wanting you to think he had a low stamina but feeling how tight you were, he couldn’t hold it, his balls tightening into his body and cock throbbing. You could feel the wetness of Steve’s cum coating your cunt, as he tipped his head back, shouting your name out in one of the most beautiful views you’d ever experienced.

You were slightly thankful that he had also came, not sure that you could take much more pleasure before you were a cock-drunk mess.

“Fuck”, Steve chanted as he pulled his cock out, watching between your legs as his cum spilt out of your hole. “Are you ok, baby?”

“Yeah”, you grinned up at him with half-lidded eyes. Steve grinned back, leaning down to kiss you slowly before rolling off the bed and pulling on a pair of underwear that he retrieved from his wardrobe.

“Put your arms around my neck, don’t worry about the mess”, you did as instructed, confused by his last few words but as he picked you up, you could feel his cum dripping out and onto the floor beneath. Once again, you were thankful for Steve as he placed you onto the toilet, leaving you to clean yourself up, knowing that you definitely would struggle to walk properly.

After helping you back to bed, you were still completely naked as Steve wrapped around you, the side lights still on as you both just basked in each other's company.

Once more, you thought about how natural this felt, to be with him, in this room, in his arms. That spark was alight from within.

“Did you mean it when you said you would be mine?” Steve asked, his voice thick with exhaustion. Stroking his arm, you meant every word that came out of your mouth.

“I’m yours”.

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KOI NO YOKAN | nagi x reader

summary: koi no yokan - the sudden knowledge upon meeting someone that the two of you are destined to fall in love. nagi still remembers the day he met you and the day he fell in love with you.

nagi seishiro x fem!reader

notes: from nagi’s pov! h/c - hair color, h/l - hair length, e/c - eye color, f/n - friend’s name <33

a/n: aaahh i love this man sm ! ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

nagi still remembers the day he first saw you.

it was during one of his football practices at school. his good friend, reo and his other teammates were practicing as usual on the field, the soccer ball being kicked around—same old, same old. it was a hassle to have practices after school when he could just be at home at the moment, play video games all day and have the most relaxing naps alone at his home.

well now that his life had changed after he met the ambitious mikage son, nagi knew he couldn’t go back to that boring lifestyle he used to have anymore.

“nagi over here, over here…!” he hears reo yell from the side. today’s practice was a 5 on 5 match at hakuho high’s soccer club. nagi nonchalantly yet swiftly kicked the ball towards reo without any second thought in his head except of going home early after today’s game. when reo caught the ball, the purple haired boy ran towards the goal, confusing the enemy side with his small dribbling tricks to attempt to distract them, and passed it to a nearby teammate.

nagi almost let out a loud grunt when that same teammate that reo passed to, kicked the ball so high it went out of the field in full speed. “it’s out! someone catch it before it hits somebody!” someone beside reo yelled. reo looked over at nagi and shouted, “nagi quick! get it!”

what a pain…

his legs now running with speed, nagi’s eyes glued to the floating ball failed to notice people standing in his direction. including a group of friends who were now running out of the way. the ball was now heading towards someone..he picked up the pace a little.

“y/n watch out!” a call of somebody’s name echoed into his ears before nagi jumped up high and caught the ball within seconds with his feet. thank goodness he got it just in time, or else it would’ve already hit the person in front of him. the moment he stopped the ball, it was if he managed to stop time, too. nagi’s grey orbs scanning down to see a face just right below him.

a girl

her eyes were looking back at him, filled with surprise and amazement. his white bangs flowed along with the rhythm of the cold wind that hit his face, he could see her properly from his vision. h/c h/l hair, her eyes were a hue of e/c pupils. at that same split second, the earth created a collision between two people for their first meeting, much more different than fate walking pass by—like a painter touching a skin of a canvas for the first time in order to create a masterpiece.

the ball stopped, and nagi swiftly landed on the ground, trying to push himself as much as possible to not hit the girl on his way. kicking the ball back up, nagi kicks the ball back into the field and watches as reo takes it and slammed the ball towards the goal, earning another point for their team. 3-0, it was slightly unfair. there were yells from that same area—saying how that pass was even possible. though, mostly everyone knows hakuho high’s crazy soccer duo.

nagi places both of his hands on his hip, letting out a sigh before he faces the person standing behind him. she’s still there, looking scared of what just happened. “uhmm…” he began, “are you alright?”

she winces. odd..he was at least twice the times taller than her figure. although he knows that there were other girls shorter than her in this school, she was just one of them. “oh…! uhh, yes i’m ok. t-thank you for saving me..” she says, giving nagi a short bow. a shy type of student? she seems to stutter easily upon talking. nagi raises a brow, a little perplexed, “it’s not much of a big deal, anyways…i wouldn’t really call that saving..”

the girl blinks her eyes twice and she chuckles, seeming unbothered of what just happened. she had a nice smile, warm and stitched beautiful across her kind expression. he changed his mind, was this girl the calm type? she’s certainly showing no concern of the trouble his teammate made (and he had to stop it for him). thinking about someone’s facial expression is such a bother, why is he even thinking of it?

“i’m honest. if it weren’t for you i would’ve got hit. so, thank you so much,” she says, quite in a soft tone. maybe she was the soft-hearted type..? she looks studious. she’s probably smart, too. at this point, nagi feels like he’s already judging a person based on their looks, but he couldn’t help it.

“eh..like i said, ‘s not much of a big de—

“y/n! ugh, thank goodness you’re ok!” the sentences were cut off soon when the person who was with her (who is probably her friend) ran straight to her side, concerned expressions on her face as her hands clutch onto her shoulders, shaking them.

“i-i’m fine, f/n..! i didn’t get hit i swear..!”

“i know but still…!” her friend looked over to nagi’s direction, and the snowy haired boy knew he was going to get an earful by this random chick who was defending her best friend. maybe if he just sneaked off, then he’ll be safe..? “hey nagi, could you and your team kindly stop kicking the ball so hard?? you guys could’ve hit someone, y’know?!” she began, and nagi immediately discarded his short plan. yeah, he’s used to this by now.

“oi are you listening?!”

‘ugh, so noisy, what a hassle..and how does this girl even know my name? do i know her?’

“ahh..! f/n! i’m sorry, sorry. about my teammate kicking the ball out of the field,” well about time his savior arrived. nagi watches as reo appeared out from behind and nervously raised both of his hands up as a stop gesture to back the girl named f/n up away from the sleepy genius. f/n scoffs, “reo…hey, it would be appreciated if you tell your team to calm down with the ball or else it would’ve hit y/n right here. if it weren’t for this guy then i’d be seeing her at the infirmary room.”

this girl is so loud, nagi thinks. compared to the girl he just saved from the soccer ball. f/n mentioned her name is…y/n? huh..

“i’m really sorry again. i’ll tell that to them. i’m sorry, too, y/n. i hope it didn’t scare you much.”

“like i said, it’s ok…! you don’t need to apologize, reo. i’m fine, see?”

oh, his friend knows y/n, too.

“reo, you know them?” nagi questions. reo looked over at nagi and raises his brow, looking puzzled. f/n had an offended look over her face while y/n just giggled. did he say anything wrong? he’s sure he asked him right.

“nagi…these two are our classmates..”

nagi blinks. “oh…really?”

“the hell do you mean, really?!” f/n shouts at him, obviously pissed. maybe he should stop sleeping in class all the time…or sneak off during recess to play..? yet again, reo is always finding ways to look for him at break hours.

reo sighs as he rolled his eyes. “calm down…he’s always like this. c’mon nagi, let’s go back to practice. we got another match next week.”

“mm..”

“you better keep your word, reo..! let’s go, y/n,” f/n uttered to the purple haired male, reo waves off as a response while nagi still stood there. f/n calmly took y/n’s hand and walked off the opposite direction, dragging her along.

“ah..! bye nagi…! thank you once again..!” y/n waves to him, with a smile. and then the two friends left.

nagi was a little surprised. it was the first time a girl said goodbye like that to him…exception of his other female relatives and his mom. a classmate of his.

nothing else to say, he raises his hand up, waving back. “bye..?” his voice was soft, only he could hear it, as if there was a lump trapped between his throat.

that was strange

he remembers the first time he had a long chat with you.

it was when reo held a study group for the upcoming exams their school was having. everyone knew how smart the mikage’s son is, so they immediately asked him if he could help them with tutoring. who was he to say no?

however, reo wanted to drag nagi along as well for the group study session. nagi at first, declined; saying it was too much of a bother to even study for an exam (even if it was an upcoming long test) and that he was far too tired to come with them (not to mention a whole group of students he doesn’t know is coming, too). it took the lazy male awhile to just say ‘yes’ to the rich boy after what seemed like an hour of endless pleading for him to tag along. the only reason why nagi decided to, is because reo made a solution of doing the study session at a huge cafe that was nearby an arcade shop.

once the group was ready to stroll, nagi stayed far behind from them as mostly every student talked to reo while walking towards the cafe, he just walked, being occupied by his phone.

“oh! reo, f/n said that they’ll follow by. what cafe are we going to, again? gotta tell her so she’ll know where we’re studying.”

“oh, just the cafe 20 minutes near our school beside the arcade store. tell her and she’ll know.”

oh shit…nagi remembers her. the girl that gave him the stink eye when the soccer ball almost hit…

‘what was her name again…?’ nagi’s thoughts began to sink in wonder. oh right…her name is y/n. it’s been a long time since nagi last saw her. so y/n’s friend was coming by to the study group…great, looks like god wasn’t on his side today. he’s a 100% sure she’ll be irritated if she saw him there at the same table.

when the group entered the cafe, reo easily booked them a large table where all could sit beside one another without any problems. everyone cheered for him. nagi wasn’t able to sit besides reo since it seems like he was seated between two girls who were calling over for his attention, asking how this formula works or how to solve this problem in the most ear screeching voice nagi could ever hear. maths was hell, and reo was a master of all subjects in their class.

it was around 1:58pm when their group studying began. nagi barely paid any attention to what reo was tutoring to them. he’s silently playing on his phone that was well hidden under the desk, while his classmates focused on their books in hand. when he finds reo to be distracted with the tutoring, nagi decided to pretend to excuse himself to go to the bathroom; when he’s really planning to visit the arcade next door instead. the snowy haired male wasn’t interested in the study anyways.

he finds himself going outside the cafe and hurriedly rushed to the arcade door, where at first enter was a glance of neon lights and game-like explosions blasting from the inside. nagi’s eyes sparkled from the sight of one of his favorite games at one of the arcade stalls nearby, he had enough quarters with him, maybe playing a few rounds wouldn’t hurt.

the thing that was a pain, is that there were many players on line. as in many. the game had its reasons of why it was going popular today, and nagi knew that very well.

‘such a hassle…there’s so many people in line…better if i exchange a few quarters first just in case..’ he thoughts to himself as he heads towards to one of the employers in the arcade arena. the aisle was surrounded by a lot of people possibly his age, and some half of them were loving couples who were comfortable enough to flirt with one another in public. displaying affection in areas like this is enough to make nagi sick.

next to him were crane machines (and players throwing slight tantrums when the stuffed animal went back down), ticket counters, and racing car games. his eyes darted everywhere, trying to look for a few exchanges for his whole dollar yen until he spotted a figure in front of one of the crane machines.

h/l h/c hair..a short figure…and the reflection of the glass from the crane game.

oh..!

it was her

her hands were manoeuvring over the crane’s handle, focusing on what stuffed animal she plans to get. however, the stuffed bunny fell back down to where it came from, and he hears y/n groan in dismay. nagi finds himself watching her attempt to get the stuffed bunny for at least two more rounds. although, in those two rounds, the poor girl still wasn’t able to get the stuffed toy she wanted. her pout made her look like a toddler. nagi had no idea how long he was gazing at y/n till he failed to notice she was already turning around and saw him. she jumped in surprise.

“ah..! n-nagi-san..?! is that you??”

“oh…hey,” was all he replied, very casually. y/n’s face shifted into a look of puzzlement, holding her school bag tight in her palms as she tilted her head, “what are you doing here? i thought you were part of reo’s study group..”

“eh..got bored. decided to drop by here instead. what’re you doing here?”

she giggles. “aha, you’re…very blunt and straightforward about it. i’m here because f/n-chan is part of the study group..isn’t reo going to be angry if he finds out you’re here..?”

he shrugs, “don’t know. but i know reo, so i trust he won’t. i think..” he thinks. he’s been playing with the purple haired boy for almost 4 months now, and his talent being used as an instrument for soccer and for his and reo’s dream to bring home the world cup…nagi just wishes he would know how to study expressions more. but now…reo wasn’t with him, instead there’s this girl (who is his classmate at school), looking over at him with a curious stare.

“don’t worry. i’ll talk to him out of this if he did.”

“ah…ok, i see..”

“by the way, are you having trouble getting that plush bunny at the crane machine?”

“eh..?? so you’ve noticed..”

“ ‘ts easy. don’t know why you have such a hard time..”

“i-i’m not an expert..!”

“mm..then, i’ll give it a try..”

“you will..??”

“mm..”

nagi wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into him when he decided to take over the controller of the crane machine, however he did know is that he easily won the bunny plushie for y/n, who gave him the most softest and widest smile he has ever seen. reo had beamed at him like that before, in fact he was the first one who had ever shown nagi appreciation and like towards the boring genius. but, something about how y/n did seemed…a little odd.

“that was amazing..! you did it with no hesitation..!”

“like i said, ‘ts easy..all you have to do is find the right angle and press the button to grab it.”

“how are you able to find the perfect angle so easily though?? nagi-san you must have sharp eyes.”

“you ask a lot of questions..”

“ah! sorry!”

and the next thing he knew, he was sitting next to her at one of the dining tables, licking on an ice cream while y/n continued to talk a lot about her interests. in return, nagi told her about him and reo, and at first y/n mistaken the two of them as a couple due to how close they were. the only reply nagi gave was ‘cringe.’

“i’m not interested in getting into a relationship…sounds like a drag to always have quality time with them just because you like them..”

“though, not quality time is always required in a relationship, nagi-san. there are other languages in love, too…i heard..”

“is that so? well that’s even more of a bother…”

having such a conversation like this with a girl…nagi has no idea what was coming to him.

he didn’t know how long they started talking to one another. all he knew, was that he helped her win a stuffed animal in some boring crane machine, and she followed him when he began to play the game he waited for, and watched him beat every player lined up, then, the two of them went to a dining table at the side and ordered ice cream. however, their convo with one another was cut short when f/n bursted inside the arcade along with reo, and spotted the two of them together eating. reo had this fizzled expression on his look, his face having questions of what the two of them were doing together, while f/n was surprised her best friend was with someone like nagi.

“oh! nagi-san, before we part, do you have line?”

nagi felt his shoulders weigh down a bit. “line id? uhh…yeah.”

“let’s exchange ids…is it ok? i…i wanna keep talking to you.”

head empty, nagi wasn’t sure what to reply for that while her best friend seems to be staring at him intensely.

“mm…sure.”

well, at least it was you who made the first move…nagi thinks to himself.

weird

he will never forget the day…in which the day he fell in love with you.

the news of the blue lock staff members giving the bllk-11 team the order of having a vacation after defeating the u20 team brought excitement over to nagi’s head. he missed his home, ahh he also missed his cactus, he misses his warm bed and…

‘ah…why am i thinking of y/n again..?’

once he got all his stuff back, nagi made the decision of jumping on his mattress and take a nap when he’s back home. he was fetched home by one of the blue lock buses, he bid farewell to the friends he made along the way during the (hellish) soccer project, and by the time he reaches his door, nagi was happy to find choki back all healthy on his window still.

probably ba-ya was the one who returned choki. he did leave it on her hands after all. then again…he remembered what he told reo back during their match alongside isagi and barou. nagi couldn’t help but give out a small sigh once he looked over choki.

‘such a drag…thinking too much is a hassle..’

he left his stuff on the ground before jumping on his bed and bringing out his phone. the weather was nice…comfortable even. the perfect weather where he can do nothing but sleep the entire day away.

if that’s the case…why is he suddenly looking for y/n’s contact number?

when the other line rung, he can hear her picking up the phone, her breath shaky on the side.

“y/n?”

“ah..! nagi-san, sorry if i picked up late!”

“eh..? that was a quick pick up than i expected, y’know..?” she… still sounded the same. during the match with u20, he could actually see her at one of the stalls of the audience along with her friends. he wanted to wave hi, nagi wanted to talk to her even like before after the game. he just didn’t know he only had the courage now to make a call. come to think of it, why did he even call her on the first place?

“ehe…sorry, i was cleaning my room. ah.! also, congrats on your team’s win. i’m so happy for you and reo!”

he frowns. “mm, thanks..”

“how is he by the way? i was texting him after the game but…he’s not responding. is he alright?”

nagi thinks of himself as someone who would just cast everything away aside so that it wouldn’t be a problem for him (or as he’d like to call it, be more of a bother to him). so, he’s so confused on why he’s telling y/n everything of what happened to him at blue lock, what happened between him and reo, and the rush he felt during the progress of becoming the world’s best striker. he was letting all of his feelings out…to nobody but y/n.

y/n listens attentively, humming on every detail he said. giving feedback of what she thinks…comforting him on the other side of the phone.

what nagi didn’t know the most, of why his heart was beating so fast right now.

more…he wanted to talk to her more..

he didn’t even realize it began to rain outside his window. the snowy haired male didn’t realize either he was talking to her for so long. nagi isn’t a chatty person, everyone knows his stoic and unbothered behaviour, however when it came to y/n..he just doesn’t know what’s going on with himself anymore.

nagi feels warm.

“nagi-san…are you ok?” y/n’s voice was soft, like a whisper. she sounded concerned, worried. nagi’s eyes dropped to the cushion of his bed, staring at his socks—feeling the rain patter hard on the window next to him, and his grey eyes painted with a natural dull cover.

“yeah..” is all he replied. “..m just feeling a bit tired. that’s all.”

“i see…i’m glad you called. i was also planning to call you. i just decided to tidy up around first before doing so, yet i didn’t expect you’d call me first..aha..” y/n says, letting out a soft giggle. nagi could hear her adjust her phone, the sound of soft pillows rummaging on the other side. she was probably laying down on her bed right now as it rained.

“you know…after your game against the u-20 team…i wanted to see you.”

just like the moment when reo looked up to him and his boring demeanor, when he first made the scoring goal against the u-20, when he managed to trick rin itoshi back at blue lock…nagi felt like his heart beating ten times faster now. the world pauses for a second, he couldn’t hear the rain outside anymore, only the sound of his heartbeat echoing through. the feeling of warmth that he felt when talking to her…it seemed to be increasing so much he feels the tip of his ears turning red.

this is a new feeling to him. not like any soccer match or anything involved with reo and his other friends, no. all of this fuzzy emotions building up inside of his stomach…all new. there was silence over the phone.

“u-umm..sorry, that was a strange thing to say, isn’t it?”

nagi fixed his posture a little, pulling a pillow close to his chest. “nah…well, maybe a bit. it isn’t much of a bother though.”

badump

“oh really..? well i’m glad then! i thought i might’ve said something awkward…sorry, you were just silent for a moment there i thought you were feeling odd about what i said.”

badump

he hugs the pillow tighter. “no.. ‘s fine..i was just surprised you wanted to talk and see someone like me. you and reo are weird.”

badump

“e-eh? only? i’m really sorry then!”

badump..

“but really though, i really hope you and reo get along again soon. you two are so well known in our school..! popular even, i overhear the girls in the bathroom that you two are amazing that you guys brought a powerhouse school down!”

stupid fucking heart..why do you keep beating so fast? you’re just talking to a girl.

the rain fell a little fainter, although the melodies of his heart didn’t seem to stop whenever y/n continued to talk on the phone. his bangs covered his eyes, only listening to her soothing tone of her sweet voice. she sounded pretty…so fucking pretty.

“hey..” nagi suddenly cuts her off. this strange sensation rubbing through his chest. y/n obliged, and immediately went quiet. “hm?”

“i think i like you.”

maybe he was the strange one after all.

#nagi x reader #seishiro nagi #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #lily’s.blog🌸#lily’s.fic🩷

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You Sly Cat Pt 2 (Miles Morales x Black Cat!Reader)

part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: After the debut of Black Cat to the public her name begins to rise in the media. ‘Black Cat or something more?’ Spider-Man’s motivation to catch Black Cat becomes something greater than just keeping Brooklyn safe. Meanwhile at school, Miles is falling more and more in love with Visions Academy’s heartthrob.

WARNINGS: VERY suggestive but no smut, (NADA SMUT IS COMING FROM ME ABOUT MILES), choking

Author’s note: This might be my longest thing I’ve ever posted but thank you so much for everyone that liked the last part!! I am so excited that people are now wanting to be part of a tag list!! I hope you all like this too and I am very sorry for the long wait, there has been so much going on but here y’all go <33

You took the notebooks and textbooks from your locker and put them inside of your backpack for the classes you had today. As you reapplied your perfume roller onto your neck you continued to hear the same topic floating around in the hallways.

‘Black Cat really fucked up Spider-Man.’

‘I need to see what Black Cat looks like in person.’

‘I heard Black Cat ripped out one of those security guards throats.’

Black Cat this, Black Cat that. Black Cat was the growing topic that spreaded like wildfire just over the weekened all over Brooklyn. Being the first person to attempt to rob the third most high security jewelry store in Brooklyn and successfully doing so, of course it would be a topic in conversations. And you loved it.

Your alias as Black Cat took the city by storm and you ran Spider-Man up. Gaining the attention of doing something so bad instead of being the image of perfection excited you in a way your perfect life never could. You were starting chaos, you were changing the peace of Brooklyn, your name was being heard by everyone, you lived a life with no rules as Black Cat.

One side of you was the girl of perfection. The girl who brought home good grades, had everything handed to her on a silver plate, never spoke out of line, sat straight up when sitting, not a scratch on your skin, not a hair out of place. This girl was the girl everyone saw and awed at. This girl was untouchable, the golden girl.

The other side was rebellious, flirtatious, took things that she wanted, spoke when she wanted, and got her hands dirty. Yet she was graceful, beautiful as she did her crimes, like a ballerina. Like a beautiful rose but once you go to touch you feel her thorns. She was confident in her abilities and in herself in the world of chaos.

But there is one thing they both hold strongly to their being. They hold their heads up high with confidence. In different ways, they were both untouchable.

You slam your locker close and put the lock on and immediately reveal a face near your locker door. Roxie, of course. She leaned against the other lockers with her arms crossed until she came to your side as you began walking through the halls. You already knew what she was going to be talking about.

“Bruh you hear about Black Cat??” She asked eagerly. A smirk came up to your face slightly, finding it funny everyone was talking about your alias.

“Duh, it’s what everyone has been posting and talking about over the weekened.” You point out.

“Yeah true.” She shrugs.

Just as you chuckle and look ahead you see Miles head bop up and down through the crowded hallway. Roxie bumps your elbow with her’s as she smirks and points at Miles with her eyes. You roll your eyes at her and direct your eyes back to Miles.

He caught your eyes and he gives a soft smile. You return the smile along with a small wave. Just as the crowd clears a little you see him limping, on his left leg.

‘Must be a coincidence.’

As Miles walks past you you turn away from Roxie’s side and jog a little bit to catch up with Miles. You gently tap on his arm and he stops to turn around and look down at you. He gives you another gentle smile, so sweet, so innocent.

“Hey” Miles said.

“Hey,” You respond. You point down to his left leg, curious of what happened. “What happened to your leg?”

Miles looks down at his leg, almost shocked that you noticed it. He then placed one of his hands onto his left thigh to acknowledge it.

“I was playing basketball with some of my friends this weekend and tweaked it.” He explained.

You hummed as a response as your eyes looked down at his leg. You did not believe it at all. A little ‘tweak’ could not have caused Miles to start limping so harshly. You were an acrobat, you knew the difference between tweaking your ankle and doing something much worse. Miles did something much worse to have him limping him throughout school.

But besides that you knew Miles was a person that would get embarrassed if you called him out on it so loudly in front of everyone. So for now you just shrugged off his obvious lie. But you did need to comment on something.

You walk up close to his side so that your shoulders are touching. You didn’t look at him but he turned his head to look down at you.

“If you’re gonna lie at least make it sound believable.” You said quietly enough for you two to just hear it.

Before he could say anything you turned around and headed back to Roxie’s side to walk to class together. As you two take a couple of steps forward Roxie speaks up.

“What you talking about with Morales?” She asked you as looked at you but you kept your face facing forward.

“Asked him why he was limping,” You reply. “He said he tweaked it while playing basketball.”

Roxie nods her head in response contiously. She pulls her eyes off of you and looked ahead of the halls.

“Everyone was staring when you stopped Morales.” Roxie commented as she smirked and looked at you at the corner of her eyes.

From what it looked like you were just looking at the hallways with your head high on your way to class. But in the inside you were combusting and you did not know why. You knew people always stared at your whenever you walked by but the fact that they were staring because you were talking to Miles made you feel…shy.

“Shut up,” You quickly say. “There is nothing between Morales and I.” You say slightly louder so other people could hear.

“Hmm, what did you write on that note on Friday during physics?” Roxie said with a smirk.

You blush out of embarressment and quickly slap her arm which lets out a loud laugh.

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“So you’re gonna tell me there is absolutely nothing between you and Morales?” Roxie asks as you two begin packing up your acrobat stuff after practice.

You and Roxie have been doing acrobats since you two were kids. You loved it, you felt so graceful doing it, flying through the air accelerated you. Not only that but it was amazing practice for the night.

“Oh my god,” You throw your head back as you head towards the door and Roxie hurries up to catch up to you. “I already told you once there is nothing between Miles and I. We are just friends.”

You and Roxie walk out of the acrobat gym with duffel bags in hand and started walking towards your guys’ regular smoothie place you guys go to.

You began thinking about Miles. You always thought he was handsome but always dismissed the idea of dating him. You dismissed the idea all together because you were suppose to be strong and independent, unreachable. Right? You always thought that but now you recently started to ponder the idea of dating someone. But no one needed to know that.

“Miles hmm?” Roxie calls you out. “First name basis?”

You begin to blush and in the corner of your eye you see Roxie trying to see your face. You turn your face away from her and you knew her eyes widened in shock. She knew now. She began shaking your shoulder as you make it to the smoothie place.

“OH MY GOD YOU DO LIKE HIM!!” Roxie yells quietly as you walk into the smoothie shop and her just right behind her.

You roll your eyes while trying to avoid Roxie’s gaze, hoping to avoid anymore questions. But you knew Roxie was going to have so many more.

You walked up to the register and saw the familiar cashier lady with long blonde hair and gray eyes. You give her a smile and she returns one to you as Roxie tries and gets your attention.

“One mango smoothie,” You order. “And a strawberry banana one for her.” You say as you point to Roxie who was eagerly trying to get your attention like a child.

“Ok that will be $10.75.” The cashier says as she taps on the screen.

You finish paying as you walk over to the stools lined across the window and finally began listening to what Roxie has been asking.

“Miles Morales caught the heart of the (Y/n) (L/n).” Roxie teases loudly as she holds her heart with her hands like she was struck by Cupid.

Just then you both look out the window to see the passing byers. And the topic of discussion comes by both of you to walk into the shop. Your eyes widened in embarrassment and Roxie let’s out an empty ugly laugh as she slams the table lightly with her face in her arm. You slap her arm just as Miles walks in to try and quiet her.

“Girl shut the fuck up!” You say through your teeth.

You look over at Miles and just then Miles looks over at you. He looks surprised to see you and before he goes up to order he heads over to you and Roxie. You swivel in your stool so your body is facing Miles and your back towards Roxie who was still trying to hold in her laughing.

"Hey (Y/n)." Miles greets as he gives you a small wave as he approaches you.

"Hi Miles." You respond as you give him a smile with a slight blush to your face.

He leans over to his side to look behind you to try and see the laughing Roxie. Roxie gains her composure and looks up at Miles with a red face. Miles gives her a wave.

"Hey Roxie." Miles greets.

"Hello Morales." Roxie responds through a breathy voice. Miles looks back at you with all of his undivided attention.

"What are yall doin' here?" He asks you.

"We came back from our practice," You answer as you point to Roxie. "We always come here after practices."

Miles responds with a hum. You two stand there in silence for a little bit, smiling lightly at each other. Until the cashier calls out your name and two drinks are placed on the counter. Roxie gets up from her seat and goes to grab your drinks. You get off of your stool and look up at Miles one more time.

"I'll see you around Miles." You let his name roll off of your tongue.

Before Miles could say anything you walk away with Roxie as she hands you your mango smoothie and you two walk out the door. As you walk pass shop window you look back inside and see Miles staring at you through the window with a smile.

"Someone is falling for golden girl." Roxie teases with a smirk on her face. You look over at her with a pissed expression and continued looking forward. Roxie then looks ahead as well.

"And it seems like golden girl is falling for Morales." Roxie whispers underneath her breath but you were able to hear her remark.

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You stood in front of your balcony with the window doors closed as you looked over Brooklyn. The lights made Brooklyn feel alive, it made Brooklyn feel like Brooklyn. Brooklyn may seem like it is alive in the day but it really becomes alive during the night. Especially with you.

Your father is just a few steps behind you as you stare out the window of Brooklyn. He knew of the Black Cat alias and was proud of you for continuing on the family business. Why would he not be? Your family's whole fortune was based off of stolen, scammed, and robbed money. But after your father's last heist he had retired and gone back to a normal wealthy life as a businessman.

"Any special requests?" You asked your father as you turned around to face him. He looked at your with a smirk on his face.

"Not for tonight." Your father starts. "But I do have one for next week."

You turn away from the window and give your father's full attention.

"Next Friday," Your school's dance. "Visions is having your school dance at the grand opening of the Museum of Natural History and Historical Art."

You already knew what he was talking about. The Delvadian Spider Idol. A historical relic that is worth millions for its tale told ability to endow powers to those destined for it. It has not been active since early Egytians times but now many criminals want their hands on it for the money it is worth.

"The Delvadian Spider Idol." You state. He goes quiet and he nods.

"You seem like a harmless student and will go in with no question. I want you to steal the Delvadian Spider Idol." Your father instructs.

You already knew of the relic but something about your father trusting you to take on a heist so big made you feel proud, almost prideful.

"This would be the biggest heist in your time as Black Cat so I will form the plan for then." Your father explains.

You nod and you turn away from him. You push open the doors and the cool night breeze hits your face.

"You cannot make a mistake in that heist." Your father warned you. "You know what to do for tonight?" He asks. You look over your shoulder at him.

"Break into the museum, hack into the system, plant our virus, and go." You explain through simplified explanations.

Without giving your father enough time to respond you run out of your room and leap out of the window like a glider. The window blowing through your hair as you are just a few feet before you hit hed first onto the ground, excilerating.

You reach your hand up and activate your small grappling hook from your wrist and catch it on top of the building. You repostition yourself and the grappling hook draws you up to the top of the building.

You make it to the museum and you stay planted at the highest point of the museum. There are a couple of security guards walking the premises of the unopened museum and you knew there were many scoping the area inside. Your stomach was churning inside because this was such a big aspect to the heist but you felt so nervous. You never done anything on a scale this big.

But then you remember, you are not the golden girl. You are Black Cat right now, Black Cat was not scared if she was caught or not because she was never caught.

You place a small compact device on the top of the building right underneath you and you take out your tablet. The device and table connect and it gave you a whole 3d live cam with heat signatures of the whole museum. You munover the screen a little bit and located the security room. Right underneath the first floor in a large basement-like room. You smirked at your tablet screen as it brightened your face.

“Child’s play.” You say to yourself.

You find a route with no guards and tattoo it into your memory. You slip the tablet into your backpack and find a skylight window that had an opening. You crawl over on your hands on feet and unhinge the window. You drop down into the empty room with elegance as the floor hits your toe first. You look around and find a singular pedestal with nothing in it but you read the title for the artifact. The Delvadian Spider.

The podium drew your interest and you took a very important mental note inside of your head for next Friday night. You took your attention off of it and swiftly whisp through the room and halls and stairs. You find the door to the security room and look around to find no one in the hallway.

‘Gotta make this quick.’ You say in your head.

You take out a small device from your bag and place it over the pin pad of the door on the handle. It begans to make small pressing noises and you hear the door unlock in just three seconds. You take off the device and walk down the stairs into the security. It was a long single hallway with many doors, some open and some closed. You walk through the hallway with ease and confidence as you walk pass rooms that had open doors with many men asleep at their desks or on their phones facing away from the doors.

You make it to the end of the hall and the plate on the door read Motherboard.

‘Bingo.’

You open the door silently and close it behind you. There sat one man in front of an array of screens surrounding him. He stared at the screen aimlessly. You reached into your bag and pulled out a needle and syringe with a green substance inside.

You slowly walked towards the man with no sound coming from your steps. You were a predator hunting for its kill. With no sound you covered the man’s mouth and injected the substance into his neck in one swift movement. His body becomes limp into your arms and you smirk at the man’s patheticness. You push him away in his swivel chair until he falls to the ground with a thud.

You go behind the main screen and feel around behind it to find one open USB plug in the back.

“Perfect.”

You take out a small USB drive from your pocket and plug it inside. You pull out your tablet and open it up. An app has been downloaded on it and you press on it. An identical display of the many screens from the monitors were now on the screens. You put the tablet away and look back up at the screens. In front of you sat a keyboard along with a microphone. You smirked and knew what your escape plan is. You press your finger on the microphone a small red dot glowed on it. You drew your mouth to it and spoke, all with a smirk.

“We have a situation at the back of the museum. I need all inside, outside, and security units on cite.” You said through a deep voice.

Just as you spoke you head many men scurring out of their rooms with loud bangs coming from swinging their doors open. After about a minute you heard the whole security room go quiet. You quickly open the door and in less than a minute you are out of the front door and on top of the building across from the museum. You look down at the museum and see it with no security, an open field for anyone to use.

“Now why are you not playing in your playpen you stray?”

You quickly turn your head and get onto your feet. Spider-Man standing right in front of you. You were not sure how long he has been standing there but you knew he was standing there for too long.

“I was waiting for my toy to come.” You say with a smirk and jump at him.

You attempt as slashes at him as he continued to duck them. He threw punches until he finally landed one right at your jaw. The pain went straight to your head and you held your jaw. With the other hand you reach behind onto the nape of his neck and yanked him down. He was surprised by your strength and you finally drew your hand away from your jaw

“What a beautiful sight,” You coo as you look down at Spider-Man.

Your legs on either sides of him with your hands trying to hold down his large wrist. The heat between you two became so hot it felt like it became one. One of your hands drops down, glazes over his muscular suited arm with light touches, and found its way to his face. Your claws gently carress his cheek and jaw until you pull away your hand just far enough until it is only your index finger underneath his chin. His breath quickened as your touches connected to his face. A smirk came to your face as a sinister idea came to your head. You close the space between you two as you put your lips close to his neck, your breaths just kissing his masked neck.

“It would be more beautiful if I knew what handsome face layed under here.” You say on his neck.

His eyes widned and your hand quickly drops from his chin to the end of his mask. You flipped up the hem of the mask and began drawing the mask up. His neck was a beautiful dark color and his lips, full and blush color, like they could be kissed. You began to try and pull the mask over his nose until Spider-Man quickly pulled his arms out of your grip, one hand on your thigh causing a heat in your face to rise, and the other on your hand near his face.

He swiftly turns you over on your back and he is now towering over you. His body planted between yours right inbetween your thighs as he quickly moved both of your hands into his one large hand and pressed it above your head. His body was so close to yours that his chest was squished against yours. His lips were so close to you as you kept on staring at them.

His free hand made its way to your neck and pressed slightly on the sides. It drove you crazy, your whole body was set on fire, you were melting into his touch. You wanted more of him on you if that was even physically possible. You wanted the barrier of hero and villain suits off. His face came close to your neck and he turned your head with his thumb to the right whille still having his grip on your neck. Your neck was exposed to him. This aggressiveness, this domiance from Spider-Man drove you insane.

“Now this is a stunning sight.” He spoke against your neck.

He kept his lips hovering above your neck, the tension driving you nuts. You shut your mouth tightly and your eyelids fall down, trying to not to make a sound. His face pulled away from your neck and without realizing it you were finally able to breath.

“Aww, cat got your tongue?” He asked.

He roughly pulled away and turned your head to face him which caused you to now widened your eyes at the sudden aggression. His face came close to yours with your lips just inches away. You kept looking down at his lips and then connecting back at his white masked eyes.

“Bad girls don’t get rewards.” Spider-Man said through a voice full of venom.

It had turned you on. As much as you wish it didn’t, this whole scenario had turned you on. The initial domiance from you being shattered by Spider-Man’s unknown aggression made you hot.

“I’ve been waiting to catch you since the last time I saw you, you sly cat.” He whispers into your ear.

But then suddenly you snap out of it, you remember you are on a mission. You threw a fast and hard punch to his face that the impact made him fall to his side. You slither out of his grip and threw a small ball from your bag at Spider-Man which contracted into a large net and them compacted around him which constrated him. He began to try and squirm out of the net.

“See you later darling.” You say with a smirk and ran into the night, escaping once again.

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