#i hope he leaves soon so i can straighten up the mess in the living room before my family gets back

[thelov3lybookworm]

Remember Me? (Part four)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: very small chapter, but I felt like adding more to this part would not be good, so I'll try my best to write the next chapter quickly. Though I will not make any promises as my exams start from Wednesday, and I need to study for them.

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Y/n glared at the redhead at her doorway.

She wanted to tell him to leave, but she couldn't turn him away now that her son had seen the visitor.

Eris smiled at Fin, stepping closer to the threshold, and Y/n almost slammed the door in his face in a panic that gripped her. Eris's eyes flew to her, and he raised his hands. He gave her a look that said no harm intended.

She hesitantly inched the door open, wondering about what his motives might be in visiting them, especially in the dead of the night. It also didn't help that her son was so eager about a stranger.

She'll have to have a chat with him.

But for now, she let Eris in.

He stepped in, nodding at her before again turning to Fin, grinning.

"It's good seeing you again."

Due to the heavy rain outside, Eris was dripping wet, droplets of water cascading down his body and dropping everywhere from his soaked clothes. And she wouldn't clean it, especially when the person making the mess wasn't welcome.

"I hope you realise you are making a mess. You will be cleaning it."

Eris blinked at her as she shut the door and turned to him, her arms crossed across her chest. "You're talking to me?"

"I don't see anyone else I could be talking to. You are soaked and dripping water everywhere. I will not be cleaning it."

"Oh, alright."

And despite everything, she watched intently as his clothes dried up, his body glowing lightly. Even the small puddle that he had created on the floor hissed and vanished, as if it never existed.

Fin gasped, staring wide eyed at the display of magic. "How did you do that?!"

"It's my magic, young one."

"Really?" Fin stared at the Autumn Court's High Lord in wonder.

"Really." Eris smiled.

"What else can you do?"

"Hmm. I have fire magic, so I can do anything related to it."

Fin giggled, grabbing Eris's hand and tugging him into the living room.

Y/n sighed. She really did need to talk to her son.

She could do that later. At the moment, she decided to follow them. But after she made some tea. It was late, and she could feel a headache coming.

By the time the tea had brewed and she poured it into two cups, Eris had made himself at home on her couch. He was leaning back, nodding along as Fin showed him his toys.

Eris glanced back, realising Y/n was back. He straightened, still nodding along to Fin, but now looking at her.

She set a cup down in front of him, leaning against the doorframe leading towards the staircase that led to their bedroom.

She just watched as Fin and Eris played, Fin mostly running to his toys box, bringing out a new toy, handing it to Eris, and then running back to get something new.

Within a few moments, there was a pile of toys next to Eris on the couch, and never once did he stop paying attention to the little child speaking enthusiastically. He didn't seem to notice anything other than Fin.

Which was cute.

Y/n didn't know where that thought came from, but it did.

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Y/n sighed. It had almost been an hour since Eris had arrived, and Fin showed no signs of stopping.

Eris had, at some point, begun to make figurines out of his fire magic, making little animals float above his hands before making them run through the air around a giggling and squealing Fin.

By midnight, Y/n's restrain snapped.

"Finnian. Its time for bed. Come on, let's go."

Fin looked up with placating eyes. "Please mama. Just a few more–"

"You better get back to the bedroom young man, before I yell at you. We both know we don't want that." She said, gentle but stern.

His eyes filed with tears and he dropped the toy he was holding in his hand into the box. After that, he simply waddled away.

Y/n watched his every move until he disappeared upstairs, guilt gnawing at her heart. She sighed before turning back to her unwanted guest.

He sat there looking extremely uncomfortable. He sat at attention when her eyes met his, looking ready to bolt.

She walked closer, her arms folded across her chest. He stood up quickly when she entered his personal space.

"Eris." She regarded him coldly. "I don't know what you want with me or my son. I don't know why you are so interested in our lives. But I do know that I will not be tolerating your bullshit until you give me a good reason not to gut you like a fish. You hear me?"

He nodded, opening his mouth. She didn't give him a chance.

"Good. Now get out. And don't show your face until you have a good reason."

She made to turn away, but Eris interrupted her.

"I can't leave. Have you seen the rain outside? I'll catch a cold. And where will I go–"

"There's plenty of places where you can crash for the night. For instance, an Inn in Velaris could surely accommodate you. And as for you being wet, you can perform your little party trick to dry up."

"Come on, it's just for one night! I'll leave in the morning. Please, he would want me to stay."

Y/n sighed deeply. "Eris. Get. Out. If you are so desperate to spend time with my son, then you can come back later. For now, I not letting a practical stranger live under the same roof as my son."

The two of them had a staring competition for a few moments before he caved.

"Fine." He turned away, walking out of the door. She slammed it shut the moment he stepped fully over the threshold.

She leaned back against the door, staring up at the ceiling. Tears of frustration pricked at her eyes.

Why was it always her?

It wasn't fair, her life being filled with hardships.

First she got pregnant with the child of a male she thought loved her, then she had to run away from home when she found out she was with child. She had to live in a cottage all alone, never stepping outside for fear that her father would be waiting to capture her. She raised her son all by herself, knowing nothing about how to care for a baby.

And now, she had run into the father of her child, who wanted nothing to do with her, had no hand in raising the child, but still thought he was entitled to him.

And a practical stranger was so invested in her and her son's life that he was showing up to their door in the middle of the night.

Life was just great.

She let out a frustrated breath before retreating to her bedroom, where she found Fin lying down, facing away from the door. If she hadn't been paying attention, she would have thought that he was asleep.

But he wasn't. She could hear faint sniffling sounds coming from him, and her heart broke in her chest.

She hadn't yelled at him by any means, but she knew she still hurt his feelings.

She slowly tiptoed behind him, lying down and then snaking an arm around his small frame.

"Hey." She whispered. He stayed quiet.

When she tried to tug him back towards her so she could hug him, he wiggled away angrily. "I'm sorry. Could you consider forgiving me?"

He shook his head, his sniffles increasing.

"Please tell me why you are angry my love."

She tried to tug him back again. This time he let her.

He was quiet for a few moment as she combed her fingers through his hair. "You didn't let me play with him. You almost yelled at me."

"I'm sorry for that." And she was sorry. Because she knew it wasn't his fault she was insecure and scared of trusting others. "Really. Please forgive me?"

He turned to look at her, his face red and wet, tears lining his eyes and lashes. "I wanted to play with him mommy."

"You can play with him some other time. It was getting late and you could have gotten sick if you stayed up long. I'm still sorry for almost yelling."

He nodded, scrunching his tiny little face. "Okay. I forgive you."

She held back a grin, feeling bad for wanting to laugh at his despair. No one should blame her though, kids were just funny like that.

"Thank you very much."

"Where is he now?"

"He left. He is staying somewhere else."

"Why? He could have stayed here with us."

"Baby, do you remember what I told ypu about strangers?" When he nodded, she continued. "He is a stranger to you, is he not?"

Fin stayed quiet.

"You should not trust strangers so much."

"But you know him mama. He is not a stranger if you know him right?"

He got her there.

"Yes darling, but I don't know him well. I'm not saying you should not play with him. I'm just saying you should be careful around other strangers. And I am also trying to understand why you like him so much."

He played with his fingers for a couple of moments before answering.

"Because I don't have anyone to play with."

She stilled, then whispered. "What?"

He nodded, not meeting her eyes.

"I don't have any friends, other than Sam and Nyx. And I don't even play with them that much. I feel very lonely mama."

Her heart cracked for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

She realised that in her need to protect her baby from the evil of this world, she had kept him from the happiness and joy too.

And that would simply not do.

"You have me to play with." She pointed out weakly.

"But you have been very busy and you seem very stressed all the time. I didn't want to disturb you."

She beat back the tears that threatened to clog her throat. "I will never be too busy to play with you. And you don't have to worry about disturbing me. Ever." Then, she added. "If it helps, Eris is going to come by tomorrow. I told him he can come to play with you."

She didn't know if that would happen, considering the verbal lashing that she gave him before kicking him out. Though she did hope he came by, because nothing was more important to her than Fin's happiness. And as for his safety, she was there to protect him.

He instantly brightened. "Really?"

Smiling, she nodded. He squealed before burying himself in the pillows, smiling at her.

She just hoped Eris would not leave Velaris without meeting Fin.

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Part 5

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[bravo4iscool]

HIIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCHHH!! CAN U DO A NEIGHBOUR!GRAVES AND READER JUST MOVED INTO THE NEIGHBOURHOOD SOMETHING LIKE THAT? THANK U ML🖤

HIII IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT HAHAHA. AND THANK YOU SO MUCH🤍🤍. as someone who’s a crazy perfectionist compliments and asks like that mean the absolute WORLD to me😭🫶🏼

this would be my first time writing something for graves but i’ll try my best!! i hope this isn’t too ooc for him, since i’ve never experienced him in the game before. i only have mw (since christmas lol) not mwII🥲

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REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!

You hated moving. You absolutely hated moving. There was too much stress, too much heaving and too many boxes. Pretty much too much of everything.

You curse as you bend down to pick up another box when someone calls out for you: “Excuse me,” you straighten up and again turn around.

There’s a man standing a couple meters away from you, smiling. “Do you need help?” he asks and your expression changes from confused to surprised. “I’m Phillip by the way. I live in the flat beside yours,” he adds, remaining in his position.

“I uh-“ you look around you, staring at all the boxes, just waiting to be moved. “I think I could use help, yes…” you nervously chuckle, wiping a couple strands of hair out of your face. You really weren’t made for labour; absolutely not.

He smiles again and steps closer. “Which one is the heaviest?” he asks and you think for a moment. You didn’t really know…

“I guess that one,” you point at the one with all of your kitchen utensils. “I had help packing my car so I don’t really know which one is the most heavy.” You blush, rubbing your neck. Why is he making you all squirmy? You literally just met him.

“Alight,” he claps his hands together and picks that box up with ease. You stare at him for a second before you remind yourself that you should do the exact same. You try to follow him as fast as you can, almost tripping over your feet. You really can‘t get by without embarrassing yourself…

„You can just..put it here,“ you instruct him when you reached your flat, placing your box on the floor and pointing to your kitchen. „I‘ll sort it in later.“ He grunts out a ‚okay‘ and sets the box down.

And so you and him pick up box after box, placing them in your flat while you try to already sort them after their belongings. When the last box is safely secured in your bedroom you wipe your forehead and smile at him. „Thank you so much Phillip. I don’t think I would‘ve been able to do it so fast without you.“ You blush once again when he returns your smile, readjusting the sleeves of his sweatshirt.

„It was a pleasure,“ he cocks his head, looking around and heading for the door.

You walk two steps into his direction, „Can I thank you with a dinner? Obviously not…yet,“ you nervously chuckle and look around. It would take one or two weeks to fully settle in but…

He stops and turns around. „Dinner sounds good.“ He winks and you feel yourself blushing even more. You know him since like one hour. Why were you going crazy over him?

„Thank you again.“

„Not for that,“ he waves it off, saying one last ‚see you soon‘ before he leaves you alone in the mess that‘s supposed to be your new flat…

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[anxiousfanchild]

The Haymitch headcanons were so good aaaaaaa There is so little of him it's always so so exciting finding more content for him.

Wondering if you would be willing to do more about those rare midday naps? Pretty please? The man truly needs the rest

Word Count: 668

Content Warnings: Alcholism/Alchol mention; Haymitch being Haymitch

Requests are open and encouraged!

Donations towards my wedding are accepted: Ko-fi

A/N: I will ALWAYS accept Haymitch requests, I love this cranky little man so much! I hope you enjoy Anon!

It was something about Thursdays that Haymitch hated so much. Maybe it was like false hope, that the week was almost over, but just not quite there yet. Or maybe it was the only day Katniss and Peeta decided to leave him alone, leaving him to his thoughts. You weren’t sure, but you knew he needed to just relax. 

Your footsteps were quiet as you made your way up to the front door of his recently rebuilt house. Something about the familiarity made him want to come back in the midst of the rebuild. With a soft hand, you raise it and knock on the front door. The silence lasted a little too long for your comfort as you reached down and tried the handle. Locked, you aren’t sure what exactly you were expecting. 

With a soft sigh, you would crouch down, checking under the doormat for the extra key. A happy gasp indicates your found the key as you straighten back up. As soon as you insert the key, the door opens, revealing a disheveled Haymitch, the nauseating scent of tequila following him. You could barely contain your scowl, looking up at your… Friend? Lover? You don’t really know what you could classify him as, the thought of even giving your relationship a title made your head all fuzzy. 

Haymitch cocks an eyebrow, eyes staring directly into yours. 

“3:00pm, on the dot. Every Thursday.” He comments, glancing down at the watch on his wrist that you knew didn’t work. The observation nonetheless drew heat to your cheeks. 

“I like my routines.” You started coolly, following his own tone. The way you mimicked him brought just the faintest of teasing smirks to his lips, as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. You tilt your head, crossing your arms in retaliation, the same smirk tugging at the corners of your own lips. 

“Can I enter?”

“Are you a vampire or some shit?”

He nonetheless steps aside and allows you to enter. The floor of the entrance way was a mess, empty bottles and wrappers littering the sticky floor. You cringe, not even trying to hide it, as you make your way to the couch in the living room. Same routine, every Thursday. He was right behind you, before sitting onto the plush couch with a grunt. You watch as he got comfortable, head on the arm of the sofa, one leg propped up and the other stretched across the other arm. 

You wait for permission, a simple head nod, before settling yourself into his chest. The scent of old cologne, alcohol, and sweat. You would have to attempt to convince him to take a shower later, but that was a problem for the future. Your head settles comfortably in the area between his neck and chest, nose brushing against the buttons of his shirt. 

You could have sworn you heard a sigh of relief from him as he wrapped his arms around your frame. His warmth was enough to instantly put you at ease, eyes sliding closed with sudden drowsiness. You could feel one of his hands trace small patterns into the back of your shirt, like he was making sure you were real. Once he was convinced, his hands would slow to a stop, his breathing leveling out. 

You know it wouldn’t be a deep sleep, but it would be enough to relax him. You shift ever so slightly to look up at his face, which was still rough and stressed, even in sleep. Your eyes trace over every wrinkle, every line and bump, before settling on his closed eyes. 

With a sigh, you close your eyes again. It was impossible, being so close to him, being able to see him in such a vulnerable position, but not being allowed to call him yours. You knew this was for the best though, cuddle sessions and drinking nights together. It was the closest you’ll ever get to him. 

You were okay with it, for now.

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[mslanna]

Diabolus Interruptus

Chapter 9 of Be My Guest now up on AO3

In which Haarlep has the time of their life, Tav gets a hug, and Raphael goes to war despite rather fucking the living daylights outta his mousling. Also, everybody pretends with me that time is wibbly wobbly.

"You look tired, my dear." Raphael observes as he passes Tav by in the Feast Hall.

Unable to fall asleep again, Tav took refuge in the big room that is usually frequented by many people. Being alone doesn't feel safe right now. Tav cannot be trusted around their own body. They don't look up and shake their head in the hope it will suffice. After all the big battle has to be soon.

Tav wonders if that is a reason Raphael choose Haarlep in their shape. An uncertain future looming ahead, one last chance, if everything failed, to have his way. What would they do if it was possibly their last day alive? Fuck Raphael? It wasn't out of the question.

"Is something bothering you?" Raphael stops by undeterred by his guest's feeble attempt to lose him.

"Can’t sleep," Tav mumbles. Maybe digging their own grave is a decent way out of this.

"It's an important day," Raphael replies. "It is only normal that sleep is an elusive thing. You will find your way to deal with it. We all do."

"I bet," Tav snorts under their breath. When the devil leans down for an explanation, they rest their hands on their folded arms. They can't even accuse him of breaking deal. All Raphael promised was that Tav's shape was off limits for visitors.

"I cannot hear whatever you mumble into your arms," Raphael says his voice heavy with disapproval.

"It's not for you ears." Tav raises their head to face him. "Maybe I'll talk to Haarlep."

An immaculate brow rises. "Finally giving in to your more base desires?" There is hope and greed in his tone.

"Talk, Raphael. A concept you should understand just fine because you like talking a lot." Tav snaps. "Maybe because you like to hear yourself talk too much."

"Oh, somebody hasn't slept well at all," he tuts. "No matter. I said Haarlep stands at your disposal and I am curious to see if talking will work out for you this time." He laughs to himself as he leaves to prepare for battle. Orders need issuing and the generals are leaving one by one.

Tav drops their head back to their arms. They definitely intend to talk only. But Haarlep is an incubus. Who knew what would happen in the end. Nothing. Tav straightens. If they can feel what Raphael does to Haarlep in their shape, it definitely works the other way round as well. The last thing they need is for the devil to be distracted by them riding Haarlep into oblivion and mess up his war.

Their cheeks burn at the thought. It would be sweet, petty revenge. It could also be their doom.

When Tav arrives in the boudoir, Haarlep ushers them through and plants an absent kiss on their head. "The generals started leaving and some need last minute ministrations. The prospect of violence makes them all so horny."

Since a musical number is difficult to get in with all those unpredictable interruptions, Haarlep ropes Tav into finally playing Lanceboard in earnest. While not as fun as singing and being hard on the braincells, it can easily be interrupted.

The board is put up on the left balcony and Haarlep ensures the curtain to close it off is soundproof as well.

"Think about it as a grace period until your next move." Haarlep winks before closing the curtain behind them. Tav stares at the board and wishes all the general to the hells. Unfortunately, that's where they already are. And it's not as if the extra time to think ever helps.

"Still your move?" the incubus teases when they return.

"What does it matter? I always lose anyway." Tav sighs and puts their head in their hands.

"You look decidedly unhappy," Haarlep observes. "How about a nap? The armies moved out. I think a hug will do you good."

Tav regards the red figure on the other side of the table. After getting the idea of hugs and cuddles, the incubus took to both rather well. If it was for personal reasons or because those did indeed lift Tav's mood considerably was open for debate. They were a stout ally to the paladin in this house and regardless of their motives, Tav was grateful. The House of Hope is a lonely place for a mortal soul with nowhere to go.

"Maybe you're right," they sigh. "You sure nobody will come barraging in for a last minute fuck?"

"Oh, they already have." Haarlep stands and offers a hand. "Trust me, by now I know who needs last minute relief unless they start strategising with their cock or cunt."

"And here I was thinking fiends are above such things." Tav takes the offered hand. It is soft as if Haarlep hasn't worked a day in their life when nothing could be further from the truth.

"Oh, you are so cute when you're utterly naive." The incubus guides Tav into the boudoir. The huge bed stands pristine as ever, as if nobody ever used it. Also something that couldn't be further from the truth. They kick the footstool back into place so the human has an easier time climbing the towering bed.

With a last glance at the open curtains to the pool, Tav slips out of their shirt and pants. For a moment the moving fabric whisper a cool breeze over their skin, then the warm air of the house engulfs them once more. They join Haarlep who already lies on the silken sheets, arms wide to pull Tav into a tight embrace.

It feels strange to rest in the incubus' arms, face secured against their throat, one arm slung lazily across the broad chest. Tav feels the leather harness press dents into their skin, the wing covering them almost like a blanket. They wrap one leg around Haarlep's and close their eyes. The arm around their shoulders holds them close, a warm shield against the world.

They wake abruptly, when Raphael's voice thunders through the room. Tav clings to Haarlep, eyes closed and evening out their breath. They hope the devil doesn't notice they woke. He doesn't sound happy at all with what he found.

"Did you know," Haarlep asks smugly, running one hand down Tav's back, "that mortals need non-sexual touch to stay healthy? A surprise, no doubt."

"And I am to believe that?" Raphael's voice is tense.

"My, my. You offered all of me up to our house guest," the incubus mocks. "Why so worried when they only claim a part?"

"I worry more about what you are making of those claims." Raphael's eyes rake over the mortal snug against Haarlep's side. Tav does wear pants, so the incubus may just be telling the truth. Another thought snaps into his mind: ever since his form was off the menu as well except for the little house guest, he has not felt a touch of arousal.

His jaw clenches. What had been a great idea to keep tabs on Tav, had turned into a nagging tool of defeat. However much time Tav spent with Haarlep, not once were they tempted to sleep with them. Raphael takes in his copy and grinds his teeth. Haarlep is as perfect as they came. It is an insult. One Tav doesn't even know they uphold every day.

When he concentrates, he can feel the soft arm slack across his chest, though; the cool body pressed against Haarlep's side, face cradled against their neck. It's little more than a hint of an impression, easy to miss. Raphael narrows his eyes, pushing away the question of how often he may have missed that.

"And that works?" The devil's tone is hard and dubious.

"Like a charm," Haarlep assures him.

Tav pretends to be asleep with their whole soul. The last thing they want is to get roped into this argument. The mattress shifts as Raphael climbs onto the bed and a tense moment later, Tav feels his weight settle against their back.

Their first thought after a stunned ‘oh’ is that Raphael sure came for something else if his bare chest is anything to go by. Tav clenches their eyes shut when a curious part of their mind wonders how naked the devil is. Unthinking they arch against his chest, a low moan dropping into Haarlep.

"They like that," the incubus coos, their hand moving from Tav's back to that to the devil resting over them.

Raphael doesn't reply and silence falls. "They are not sleeping though, are they," he finally growls.

"I think they are worried about you," Haarlep agrees. "After all, you might do anything."

The devil rumbles an unintelligible answer. The tension stays, though Tav tries to relax and enjoy the touch of the devil's actual skin against theirs. It is warm as Haarlep's, a little less smooth and claiming in a way the incubus is not.

"Maybe I let the two of you work this one out," Haarlep says into Tav's thoughts. The incubus slips out under them and leaves the devil and mortal behind. The silken sheets under Tav's belly are warm from their heat and do not notice the fire from Tav's face being added.

"So tell me," Raphael's words burn against Tav's ear. "Does this make you healthy? Happy?" He adds with a suggestive growl.

Tav thinks their situation through. On the one hand, Raphael sounds less than pleased about it. On the other hand he is still flattening them into the sheets with no sign of moving - war or no war. His skin is hot, ridges pressing into Tav's soft flesh. They could just enjoy the fleeting moment before the devil slips through their fingers again.

Or.

Bracing themself, Tav squirms under Raphael's weight until they are on their back. The devil rises a little to allow their movement, a brow raised inquiringly.

Tav looks up at the familiar face, its proximity causing a wad of yearning in their stomach. The black-hole eyes seem darker than usual, the golden coronas of fire all the brighter for it. His lips are pulled into a tight line and a single strand of hair trespasses from his temple down the side of his face. Tav knows they stare a devil in the face, even if the red skin and wicked curved horns hadn't given it away. And the devil stares back, waiting, ready to pounce.

Tav's pulse quickens and their heart longs to beat out of their chest. It takes concentration to breathe. The smart thing, Tav's brain screams, the smart thing is to hold very still and hope this too passes.

But being smart isn't something Tav is accused of often. They reach up and cup Raphael's face with both hands. The rugged skin smoulders into their palms as they gently tug. When there is no reaction, Tav arches up into a gentle kiss.

The world stills and for a moment and hell freezes over. Then Raphael returns the kiss, pressing Tav back onto the pillow with unbridled desire.

His taste runs down their throat like whisky, burning a path that skirts the stomach in favour of lower regions. Tav moans into the shared hunger, a noise the devil breaks apart between his teeth, sending his tongue deep into Tav's waiting mouth.

He drops the weight of his whole body on Tav who pulls him close. Their hands wander up to the devils horns, gripping them tight as he ravages their mouth. Hunger morphs into need and they gasp for air when their lips part for a broken moment. Tav buries their hands in his hair, letting its silken texture caress their fingers.

Raphael's weight seems to increase as he spreads his wings in a display of power. Tav yields, opening their legs so the devil rests against their damp crotch. Sharp teeth bite down in retaliation, leaving a trail of wet, red marks down Tav's throat. They feel him hard and ready. It is fast, a rush to get to the finish line, but this may be the only chance they get. Tav leans into it.

"Master, your armies. They are waiting." Haarlep's voice has never been this prim and precise as it cuts through the heated air of the boudoir. It works like a perfect insult.

Raphael pulls back, looking down at the flushed face of Tav. Their eyes are dilated with want, lips wet and bruised, forming a small round opening of desire. Small moans drip from it as the human stretches up against the devil. For a moment, Raphael indulges, plunges his thumb into the waiting mouth and relishes in the tongue caressing it immediately.

Tav sucks on the offered finger, settling into the helpless frustration. Almost. Cock-blocked by an infernal war. They let their tongue linger for a moment, teasing the sharp claw against it almost deep enough to draw blood.

"The war won't wait," Tav gets out, every word breezy with want. "I will be right here."

Annoyance is written all over Raphael's face. He leans down into a last angry kiss, teeth raking over Tav's mouth. "You better be."

Cold floods Tav's skin when the devil rises. A snap of his fingers summon his battle armour and whatever moment they had is swallowed by the war machine. Tav remains alone on the bed, face and pussy wet and wanting. With a groan they drop back against the pillow and throw an arm over their eyes.

"You're doing amazing, dear," Haarlep calls over. After seeing off their master, the incubus returns to Tav's side. Red skin, warm and smooth, snuggles up against Tav and a strong arm curls around their shoulders pulling them back against Haarlep's chest. "Let's just hope he doesn't bungle the battle thinking with his bulge now."

Tav buries their face in the crook of Haarlep's neck with a groan.

"There, there." The incubus pats their back. "You sleep now. That's what you came here for after all, is it not." They rub Tav's back and add "sweet dreams" with more innuendo than should fit into two words.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #bg3 fanfiction #be my guest #chapter 9 #mel writes fanfic #sleazy second-hand car dealer

[disasterofastory]

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 3 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 3 - Mr. Barnes // The maid of Mr. Barnes Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You meet Mr. Barnes.

When morning comes, Bucky is already in his office, leaning back on his black leather chair with Sam and Steve in front of him at the other side of the thick mahogany desk. The room basks in the warm rays of the sun through the window. The sound of the sprinklers can be heard from somewhere in the garden. "So you meet her already?" Sam asks with a wide grin on his face. He already knows the answer. "I did," Bucky nods. "And what do you think?" "Fuck off," the brunette grumbles, making his friends laugh. "Then you like her, I guess." "You didn't tell me she is fucking beautiful." "She is your employee, Bucky," Sam teases him mercilessly. "You shouldn't care about her looks."

But of course, he does. You were a sleepy, hungry mess when he found you in his kitchen in the middle of the night. Your mismatched, worn pajamas were too big to show your figure, but Bucky didn't even need that. The dim lights highlighted your cheekbones, the line of your nose, and the soft curve of your lips. And the moment you asked him if he wanted a sandwich at midnight, he knew he was a goner. And Sam fucking Wilson knew this would happen. What more! Bucky is sure that both of his friends knew it.

Bastards!

Before Bucky could answer, a soft knock disturbs their conversation.

"Come on in," Bucky answers, clearing his throat and straightening his posture as you open the door. Sam and Steve suppress their smirk, turning their attention back to you and your shocked gasp. You stand in the doorway, looking at the man behind the desk who smiles at you apologetically.

Yeah. He is the man you ate with last night. He is your boss. The man you ate a sandwich with is your boss. Heat creeps up on your face from embarrassment.

You should have known. He radiates power and authority. There is no way a man like him could be just a man among the others.

"Good morning," you speak up when you find your voice finally. "Sam told me to come here," you add, glancing at the man for a second. "Right," Mr. Barnes nods, motioning to his men to leave. "I wanted to get to know you better." "I bet," Sam laughs under his breath, earning a glare from Bucky, but fortunately, you are still too busy with your embarrassment to hear them. "You can leave now," Bucky says, still glaring at his friends.

Soon, the door closes behind you, and you stay alone with Mr. Barnes. "Please, sit," he says, and you do as he says. "I'm sorry I didn't..." you start, but the man doesn't let you continue. "None of that," he says. "If someone, I should be apologizing. I was rude not to introduce myself." "It's fine," you reply, fidgeting in your seat. "Back to business," he hums, glancing at the computer's blank screen. "I guess Sam and Steve already told you everything you should know." "Yes." "Your Sundays and Mondays are off," he explains anyway. "I want someone who cleans the common rooms and other places if necessary. I heard you helped Peter yesterday. He comes every few weeks with a team to take care of the garden, and I have another team for deep cleaning." "I understand," you nod. Yeah, Sam already told you all of this. Your gaze follows his tattooed hands as he adjusts the collar around his neck. Black ink peeks out under the white shirt at his collarbone. The tie is loose around his neck. "I hope your work schedule doesn't cause a problem with your partner," he says, making you drag your eyes to his. "I don't have anyone," you reply, confused. "I lived with my roommate." Of course, Bucky already knows that. He just wanted to hear it from you too. Sam made sure he found everything about you before hiring you. They know your family lives a few hours away, and you had a relationship while you worked for a family. Life happened, and now you are here. In his office, under his watchful eyes. "Did you have breakfast?" He asks suddenly, already standing up from his seat. "N-No," you reply, watching him. His every movement is confident and calm. He owns this place, and he knows it. "Then come with me," he says. "I'm hungry." "I should work," you argue softly, already knowing you don't really have a say. These men do what they want. "You will after breakfast," he nods, opening the door for you. "Come on, Bunny." You don't react to the unusual nickname, being too busy with the spicy scent of his cologne as you pass him. "What do you want to eat?" "Uhm," you hum. "I'm okay with whatever you want." "I know a place. Their pancakes are amazing." "Sounds good."

Pancakes. The mob boss. One of the leaders of the Avengers. The man you were so anxious to meet wants pancakes for breakfast.

Soon, you find yourself in an expensive car with Bucky at your side. The leather on the seats is probably worth more than you could sell your soul to the devil. It almost feels wrong to sit on it. "Relax, Y/N," he laughs, sensing your fidgetiness. "I'm trying," you murmur, leaning back on the seat and letting him drive you to a coffee shop in the city.

The small place is buzzing with life, and the air is filled with the scent of coffee and baked goods. You are ready to go to the end of the line when his large hand finds the small of your back. His touch is warm and soft as he guides you to the counter. "But the..." you start, but he smirks, shaking his head. "I know the owner," he explains, still holding you. Mr. Barnes's whole presence hovers over you, locking out everything else. His chest brushes your shoulder as he orders for both of you. "Is it okay?" He asks, turning to you. Your stomach growls at the mention of fresh pancakes with fruits and chocolate topping. "Yes," you nod, letting him lead you to a table next to the windows.

The man almost looks comical in his expensive, black suit in the light-colored, flower-patterned environment. He is confident and comfortable, taking a seat in front of you.

"So," you start to break the silence. You are not sure what you could speak about with a gangster. "Do you come here often?" "Almost every week," he says. "Have you been here before?" "No," you shake your head. This part of the city is too expensive for your budget. The streets are full of boutiques and restaurants. A dress probably costs more than the rent of your old flat you shared with your friend. "I read in your CV that you didn't finish college," he says after a while, still waiting for your orders. "That's true," you nod. "I had a chance to work in a hotel in Europe, and after that, I didn't want to go back to school." "Where were you?" "Vienna," you reply. "I... cleaned." "So, you enjoy traveling?" "Yes," you smile. "I mean, I didn't have much chance to see the world yet, but yes." Bucky makes a mental note about it, listing all the countries and cities he wants to show you one day. "And you?" You ask. You are not sure, you can ask questions about him, but you don't want to seem rude either. "I like traveling too," he nods. "Have you been in Vegas before?" "No," you shake your head, confused about the sudden question. Why Vegas? "I have to go there soon," he explains. "And I would like you to come with me." The shock on your face is not deniable. "What? Why?" The man shrugs, leaning back on the chair with a smirk. "I need someone to help me, and you are perfect for it." He can already see you in a pretty dress with jewels highlighting your soft features. He can't help but think about a room with a mirror above the bed. Yeah, you would look good in just jewels.

The man wants to spoil you, and he will be damned if he won't do it. He just needs his Bunny to trust him enough.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au

[ramblingoak]

A Lil Somethin' Somethin', Chapter 3: Secondo's Office

(If you need to catch up: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2)

An anon prompt wanted Papa and Reader out to dinner...and vibrating panties.

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader: Smut, Fluff, Slight Voyeurism(?), Vibrating Panties and Copia being a dork.  NSFW, 18+ only, MDNI.

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“Dolcezza, what the fuck?!”

Copia stumbled back clutching his shin.  You had been trying to keep him from knocking on Secondo’s office door and had finally resorted to kicking him.  The last thing you needed was to be a sweaty, needy mess in your boss’s office.  Secondo would never let you live it down.

The only thing you needed right now was an orgasm.  Several, ideally.  

Your Papa straightened up and glared at you, crossing his arms in front of his chest.  You tried to ignore how good he looked in his suit, but like usual his clothes hugged him in all the right places.  He looked down at the floor for a moment and took a deep breath while you watched him warily.

“Mi dispiace, amore mio…I’ve taken this too far, haven’t I?” Copia looked back up at you and bit his lip. “Let’s just go to dinner, eh?”  He gave you a smile and then opened his arms up and took a step towards you.  Well, you weren’t going to say no to a hug, Copia was really good at them.

You gave him a small nod and he closed the distance and wrapped you in his arms.  Lucifer, he smelled so good.  He felt good too.  You did feel a little bad because you knew he was excited about tonight and having fun.  And you were too, despite the torturous lack of orgasms.  He pressed his mouth against your ear and murmured something in Italian you didn’t understand.

“Hmm, Papa, what did you say?”  You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest, humming when he pressed a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

“I said, ‘but you did tell your Papa yes.’”  Before you could respond he kissed you fiercely on the mouth.  You lost yourself in his lips for a moment before you felt one of his arms leave your back and then you heard two hard knocks on the door behind you.

That son of a bitch.

After a moment Secondo’s voice called out from inside and Copia pulled away with a smirk on his face.  He took your hand, kissed the back before you could yank it away and then opened the door gesturing for you to go in ahead of him.  You met eyes with Secondo and winced at the irritated look on his face.  He normally was done in the office much earlier than this but you guessed he had to stay a little later to finish things up since he let you leave early.

Copia strolled by you, grabbing your hand again as he went.  He led you to one of the chairs in front of Secondo’s desk and gestured for you to take a seat.  As soon as your butt hit the chair the panties went off and you jumped back up with a gasp.  Secondo raised an eyebrow at you and you just coughed and sat back down.

You were definitely never living this down.

“How can I help you, Papa?”  How Secondo managed to sound polite but also like he couldn’t give two shits never ceased to amaze you.  Poor Copia didn’t seem to notice and just clapped his hands together and bowed a little.

“I was hoping I could leave mio amore here for a moment while I got something from Terzo, would that be alright?”  Copia then shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and smiled down at you and then looked back over to Secondo.  You watched the hand in his left pocket warily, waiting for the vibrator to go off again.

“Why?”  Both you and Secondo asked at the same time, both managing to sound annoyed at the prospect.  You were not going to sit here in front of your boss while Copia messed with the remote.  What did he need from Terzo anyway?

“Ah I just need to speak with him for a moment, boring stuff.  Dolcezza you just stay here and I’ll be right back, si?”  Copia turned on his heel to leave, not seeming to care that Secondo hadn’t agreed to babysit you.

“Wait!  Copia.”  You glanced back at Secondo and then coughed and rubbed your hands up and down your arms.  “I’m chilly, can I borrow your jacket?”

Copia narrowed his eyes but quickly shrugged.  “Of course amore, whatever you need.”  He stepped back over and removed his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.  You smiled sweetly up at him and shoved your arms through the sleeves.  Copia turned back to Secondo and gave him a nod before quickly walking out of the office.  

You shoved your hand into the left pocket to check for the remote but it was empty.  “Fuck, no.”  The other pocket was empty too.  That son of a bitch.  

“What the fuck is going on?”  Secondo was wearing the face he got when Terzo was being particularly annoying and you wracked your brain trying to think of something to say.  Unfortunately as soon as you started to speak the vibrator came to life and you dug your hands into the upholstered arms of the chair with a groan.  

You heard Secondo mutter something else but you couldn’t focus on his voice.  The only thing you could focus on was what the vibrator was doing.  It was sitting so snuggly against your cunt no part of you was unaffected.  From your clit to your entrance it was pressing into you.  A small moan escaped your mouth when the vibration strengthened.

“Are you sick?”  You gasped at Secondo’s voice and looked up at him.  He had an eyebrow raised at you and a grimace on his face.  You managed to nod your head and he muttered something under his breath and looked back down at his paperwork.  

The vibration got stronger again and you let your head fall back against the back of the chair.  You clenched your eyes closed and tried to steady your breathing.  You were not going to have an orgasm in front of Secondo.  Maybe he wouldn’t notice if you just slipped the panties off and shoved them under the chair.  It wouldn’t be the first time anyone had done that.

The vibrations abruptly stopped and you dropped your head forward to catch your breath.  When was Copia going to get back?  It was late anyway, Terzo never stayed in his office this late.  The bastard was probably just standing outside the door giggling like an idiot while pressing buttons.  As if on cue they started back up again and you didn’t even bother hiding your whimper.

“Sorella, what the fuck is going on?”  

“You don’t want to know, Papa.”  The vibrations stopped again right when Copia strolled back into the office whistling the chorus to Rats.  You turned your head and glared at him, but he just gave you a goofy smile.  He held his hands out for yours and then helped you up.  You smiled up at him and then leaned up on your tiptoes to press your mouth against his ear.  “Someday I’m going to get my revenge for this.”

Copia chuckled and framed your face in his hands, dropping a light kiss on your nose.  “I hope so, dolcezza.  I’ll look forward to it.”

“Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”  Secondo had his hands clenched in the paperwork on his desk and was glaring at the both of you.  You cleared your throat and stepped away from Copia, smoothing the fabric of your dress down.  

“Sorry, Papa!  We’ll be heading out now.  Grazie per averle fatto compagnia.” (Thank you for keeping her company.)  He nodded towards Secondo and then took your hand to leave the office.

“Tieni le tue strane stronzate fuori dal mio ufficio.” (Keep your weird shit out of my office.)

Copia snorted as Secondo’s words followed you both out back into the hallway.  He brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss against the back.  “What do you say we head to the restaurant, eh?”

“Finally.”  He tucked your hand in the crook of his arm and then started down the hallway towards the main stairs.  Oh shit, was he going to have one of his ghouls drive you there?  You’d rather walk.  “Copia, how are we getting there?”

He pulled something out of his pants pocket and you stiffened thinking it was the remote, but instead a set of keys were dangled in front of your face.  You saw a little golden kazoo keychain hanging among them and raised your eyebrow.  There’s no way Terzo let Copia borrow his car.  “Papa, how did you get Terzo to give you those?”

Copia stopped at the top of the stairs and then shoved the keys back into his pocket.  He took your chin in his hand and gave you another kiss on your nose.

“Oh dolcezza, you should know by now your Papa always gets what he wants.”

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Chapter 4: Finally

Masterlist of my Fic

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#my fic #my writing #papa emeritus iv x female reader #copia x female reader #papa emeritus iv fanfiction #copia fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

[dreamsgazer]

i know you’ve mostly written tangerine stuff so it’s ok if you don’t take this but can i request a prince x nonbinary/masc reader? maybe her being jealous and reader having to soothe her jealousy and it ends up being really soft and they sit n hold hands together while comforting eachother???

Hello Anon! Ok, so, I'd admit I was surprised by this request (in a good way, mind you)! And I think every once in a while is good to stretch the writing muscles. So, here wo go, I do hope you like this piece and thank you for your request, I had a lot of fun!

Warnings: mention of murder

The Prince x Reader (no specific gender), maybe not the healthiest relationship but nothing non- consensual or graphic

Masterlist

Burning Ice

You are not surprised to see the Prince still up in the middle of the night when you arrive at your apartment - a gift from her, in one of the most luxurious buildings in Saint Petersburg that you accepted after a huge fight and figuring out that buying you stuff was her kind of love language.

To say her sleep schedule is a mess would be the understatement of the century, you smile quietly, glad she has made herself comfortable on your sofa, but you still ask her why she is not in bed.

"How was the mission?"

The question is standard, but her voice is laced with ice while she avoids answering you. That is definitely not standard, not between you two, at least. She is not even looking in your direction, busying herself with her tablet, pale ice-blue eyes fixed on the screen and shoulders tense.

Something is wrong. It has nothing to do with the mission of that much you are certain: the traitors of the organization are dead, you left no tracks behind, and you are back in one piece with minor injuries. Exactly like the Prince ordered you when she had assigned your team the task of destroying a group of her father's former employees who were trying to build their own pathetic business.

Maybe she had another fight with her father, the man who seemed incapable of contemplating the possibility of having a female heir nominated as future chief of the family in place of his useless, reckless son.

"The mission went well, my dearest," you answer cautiously, frowning at her lack of response. Between these four walls, you are equal, even if she won't admit that out loud, so you are allowed questions, and pet names, and cuddles. As soon as one of you leaves your oasis, your hidden piece of heaven, she is back to be the heiress of one of the biggest criminal organizations in the world and you are her henchman. Sometimes you wish to yell to everyone you two are a thing, but you wouldn't live the see the next sunrise - either her or her father would take care of you, that's the way it is. No weaknesses, ever.

She told you as much, and you know - you do - that seeing her father being deprived of her wife left a mark on her. He almost lost control of his kingdom because he was too burdened by his loss. For men like the White Dead, losing control means dragging their families in the dust with them as well.

The Prince has sworn she would never be put in that position, and she had been very clear that as much as you two had fun - and as much your mutual feelings developed - she would never jeopardize her position in the clan. It took you a bit to realize that it was all true, but she was omitting to tell you that she would also not put you in a position of becoming a target.

However, you are in your apartment now, and she is elegantly sitting on the black leather sofa not looking at you.

Slowly, knowing that if you push too much you will lose her behind a cold wall of sarcasm and fake smiles, you kneel in front of her.

You know how much she likes to see you in that position and she can't help but stare at you. Finally.

“Especially from the Harpy,” she continues, without listening, lips clenched in a thin line. 

"Talk to me, Prince. What's wrong?"

She further straightens her back “I heard you had... excellent help on the field.”

“Of course I did, the team I assembled-”

Oh. Of course. She.

The Harpy has picked her nickname possibly to mislead possible opponents. With that kind of name, you wouldn’t expect for her to be the stunning, apparently delicate and refined woman she is. 

The Prince huffs again “I heard you two spent a lot of time together. Must have been interesting.”

You repress a smile. It’s not rare for you to think she is really cute when she’s pissed, but you know better than let her know.

“We did spend some time together, my dearest,” you coo, fingers lightly tracing her knee “but I can assure you that nothing more than business chat happened in that car.”

“Of course,” she sulks, eye thinning dangerously “because I would have her executed and you thrown at the bottom of the sea otherwise.”

Still, stubborn as the last snow of winter, she clearly doesn’t want to relent so easily “You could wish to have someone you can ask out without fear of her father using your eyeballs as earrings.”

Despite the threats, you are not scared. If she really wanted you dead, she wouldn’t give you any warning. Even more important, she can’t hide from you the glint of relief that blooms in her eyes when you wink “And she’s not my type anyway. I prefer gorgeous brunettes with beautiful azure eyes and a hot temper under their cold behaviour.”

You smile, taking her reluctant hand and pressing your lips to her palm “How can I want someone else, when I have you, my Prince?”

“Always so dramatic,” you smirks, shuffling to slip between her legs and get closer, gently taking her face in your hands “Rest assured, my dearest, that should the day come when you want to be public about us, no death threat will make me give up on you.”

You press a chaste kiss to her soft cheek, glad she is relaxing against you “I would gladly challenge your father and all his goons to be with you. Until that day,” you whisper, kissing the corner her mouth “you can have me in any way you want. I’m yours.”

She doesn’t reciprocate the words, but she covers your hands with hers, nails slightly digging into your flesh while she kisses you, deeply and for as long as she can.

The Prince looks at you all serious “Do you promise? Will you stay with me even if our… situation will not ever change?”

There is so much guarded hope and awe behind her words. You want to kill her father, for making her think she needs to earn any scrap of affection she receives, for making her believe that she needs to be though and threatening and cold even with the people she loves, or they will let her behind or worse.

You kiss her again, gently holding her against your chest “I’m here, and this is all I want. You are all I want. I don’t need anything else.”

She grabs your shirt with her well-manicured hands and shifts even closer to you. No words are needed.

#the prince #the prince x reader #bullet train movie #joey king #bullet train fanfiction #Bullet train #bullet train prince

[manuchyy]

a ZOEY X MALE READER fanfiction.

Genre: soft romance, fluff, comfort.

Warnings: mentions of death, cursing, dark themes.

Synopsis: After a failed search rescue, you and your team make your back to camp to relax. You, however, are stopped by a certain lover girl and things go upside down from there.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this took so long my love :( You know how things have been going but I tried my best with what I could have at my disposal. I'm not entirely happy with how this turned out but If I get the chance, I will remake or edit it to a better version! I hope this is of your liking, however. I promise to make you a better one in the future! Love youuu! Hope you are doing okay! Much love <3

“As a matter of fact, I do not, Francis. You’re just stupid.” Zoey sighed.

“What? It was a good assumption!” Francis beamed, his arms going up in the air,

“Can you just shush Francis?” You asked, hope lingering in your voice.

Francis almost gasped in horror at your request, his arms, once in the air, now going back to his sides as his posture straightened. “Sure thing, Boss.But we will continue this debate!”

You sometimes wondered how you got into the current predicament. Well, easy answer to that, you thought. If only the virus hadn’t hit Philadelphia right as you were leaving for a vacation, you wouldn’t be walking through a forest, hungry, dirty and looking for a supposed survivor that might no longer be alive. You kept reminding yourself, the uniform you currently wore, didn’t matter anymore. It had once been a sign of honor and hope, and now, nothing past a bloody mess of green shades and rotten red.

The smell of death on your body made you gag, It had been days without a proper shower and river water won’t do the job as good, you thought. Although you had spent all these days dirty and bloody on remains of what were once breathing, living people like you, any type of cleaning for yourself was going to have to be done. Even with river water. 

You and your group of 4 had been walking through a forest as the result of an order from your camp. It was titled a safe haven for any survivors, mostly carriers, though. Carriers made part of the bigger percentage of survivors in the East Coast, while other people were taken out by other…bigger factors. CEDA lost control of the carriers, as did the military soon after and New Orleans only proved the facts right. The remaining survivors hid deep into the forests until communities and camps started to rise. Or fall.

The walk through the dense forest had been long, the sun almost hiding behind the tall oak trees, as its colors danced through the branches casting a beautiful yellow glow. 

“Hey uhm, (Y/N)? Should we head back?” Louis questioned, his eyes darting everywhere but on you.

You hummed in response. “Suppose we should, they are probably dead by now, ‘else we would’ve found them”

The group makes no objections, and you took that as the green flag to go back to the camp.Mission failed, we’ll get ‘em next time.

By the time you all reach the camp, the sun has set long and the moon has taken over, the dark sky as a makeshift blanket in the sky full of white sparkling stars shining up above. It wasn’t ideal, you personally didn’t mind but now, every little thing mattered. As quickly as when the order was given, the leader appears from one of the houses, his office, you remember, to welcome you all back in. His stature going over yours by an inch.

“Found ‘em?” He hoped, eyebrows frowned in anxiety.

You simply shook your head, the disappointment finally kicking in. You were tired, exhausted even, and it wouldn’t take long before you snapped into insanity from the lack of rest. It hurt your eyes as if a thousand nails dug into them, 

“I’m sorry” You apologized, head lowering slightly.

The leader, Samuel, sighed in defeat. “It’s alright son, you and your crew should go get some sleep, eat somethin’. I’ll take care of it.”

With a pat to your back, Samuel retreats to his office without another word. You could tell the leader was grateful for your hard work, but he had also been disappointed. You rubbed your eyes, dirt and blood mixing with its parts already on your face from earlier in the day, the smell at this point went past your brain as it likely didn’t function properly at this point due to lack of sleep.

You started to make your way back to your assigned house until you were stopped by a smaller hand on your arm, the grip significantly strong.

“Hey, wait. Can we talk?” Zoey asked, her brows frowned upwards as she muttered her sentence.

You contemplated on the idea, sure you were tired but Zoey was your girlfriend. She had seen you in your worst days since the two of you met,and you had seen hers. Especially after Bill’s passing. 

“Sure.” You agreed, swiftly taking her hand in yours as you two head to your house.

You two made small talk, got a few giggles and laughed out of one another before you two were forced to abruptly stop as another person made themselves present. The man had mischievous eyes, ones that immediately told you he was going to try something and that something was going to piss you off. Just what you needed, you thought.

Relationships were still quite new to you, it wasn’t entirely unknown, but you had your knowledge about the goods and bads when it came to one. One of which, being jerks who tried to flirt with your girl. 

“Hey beautiful, how’s your night?” The boy asked, his teeth making swift contact with his lip.

He made no effort to acknowledge you in the slightest, he simply acted as if you were never there. His hands on his jean pockets and that cool pose to appear bigger in authority. Typical.

“Uhm- I’m fine thanks?” Zoey muttered, quickly shooting you a desperate glance.

“You sure? You don’t sound fine. C’mon pretty girl, I can make your night better.” He smiled, hands going up to comb his hair back with his fingers.

You let it go too far. “Nah, you won’t do shit.” You were fuming. 

“Babe-” 

“Get the hell out of my way, dumbass. You never, ever dare talk like that to her again, you hear me?” You yelled at his face, accidentally spitting in the process. 

“And who are you man?!” 

“I’m her goddamn boyfriend!” You pushed him, making him fall to the ground. At this point you were pulled away by Zoey towards the house. She closed the door once the two of you were inside and kissed you, placing her hands on both sides of your head, caressing it. The kiss was deep and  passionate, the two of you moaned into it, pulling each other closer to one another.

Zoey pulls away, a string of saliva breaking between the two of you. “That was hot.”

You laugh with her, once again, just the two of you in peace. “I’m sorry- I kinda lost control, I just wanted to scare him.”

“And I’m sure you accomplished that.”

“Hope so.” You snorted.

Zoey smiled, quickly pulling you into an embrace. She squeezed you as if one of you let go, everything would disappear. She pulled you to the sofa and you two got into a comfortable position, the moment was nice, as nice as it could get in a virus outbreak.

You and Zoey had great chemistry, the two of you worked like a professional duo of criminals when fighting and everything was in proper order. Zoey always did her best to please you and you to please her, it just worked like that.

In the sofa, you caressed Zoey's cheek as she laid in your chest, your breathing making quick work to put the tired woman to sleep. You two stayed like that for a while, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms.

#left 4 dead #left 4 dead 2 #left 4 dead x reader #fanfic request #request blog #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n #left 4 dead request #fanfiction #fanfic readers #fluff

[yzeltia]

FFXIV Write Day 14: Attrition

Characters: U'rahn Nuh, Violet Fisher, Jannie Eryadoux, Papalymo, Edmont Fortemps, Minfilia Warde, Arbert

Rating: Teen

Summary: The writer needs to stop listening to "Begin the End" on repeat. Also, words of hope and sacrifice at The End of Days

Notes: Endwalker Spoilers

 "Hey...I think it's time for me to be the hero."

      Violet froze as she heard the familiar phrase, not with U'rahn's usual cheer or glory stealing bravado, but with the same bass of goodbye as the Scions before him. Her fists balled, nails threatening to puncture skin as she bit her lip.

     "U'rahn? Are you sure," Jannie asked, voice hoarse.

     "Yeah...So make sure everyone knows, okay? The girls at home waiting for me, my brothers, Lyse, Tataru, Krile, Yugiri....My dad...make sure he knows too okay? That in the end, I made sure the spirit of our tribe will live on, like a real Nuhn."

     "Oh shut the fuck up already. You'll tell him yourself," sobbed Violet, not looking back. "We'll fix all of this, and you'll go home and someone will draw you a gods damned picture so all those girlfriends of yours can have your stupid babies. And we'll all come see them run around with your stupid fucking grin and tell you they're fucking cute and have your eyes and will be little damned mini warriors of light."

     "Violet, calm down," Jannie soothed, placing a hand on her shoulder while U'rahn dropped his ears and tucked his tail.

    "Yeah, maybe we will...," he started, kicking at the dirt on the ground before smiling. With a perk of his ears, U'rahn straightened up then flexed his biceps. "But I just had to go and make myself a chick magnet. I'm in high demand so I better not keep her waiting too long. She doesn't seem like the type to let things go."

     Jannie smiled lightly as Violet shook and looked over her shoulder as the violent, dark winds picked up around them. From the center, U'rahn wiggled his ears then beamed at his friends before singing out "Raise your weary head, Heed the call to arms, Ringing in your heart," off key, and then vanishing. All that remained was his shard, glowing bright orange before dulling as the bright light floated towards the remaining warriors and split and two, joining into their own.

      "Twelve Damn Him! And this place too," Violet screamed before taking out her pistol and firing straight into the air. 

      "Save your energy for the fight ahead. U'rahn still walks with us...as do all the Scions, and our friends at home," Jannie offered, taking a step forward, "Can you not feel their aether?"

    Violet closed her eyes then turned fully to look ahead. Shadows lined their path forward... hauntingly familiar despite their amorphous shapes. "Yes...I can," she whispered before holstering her weapon. "Let's go."

And so they marched on, taking one another's hand as they made their way through, hearing the words of their dear friends reaching out to them. Voices of the fallen, voices of the waiting, until...

     "From tragedy and sacrifice, we rise to greet a new dawn!"

   Violet winced as she suddenly pulled ahead, arm being pulled by her frozen companion.

    "A future shaped by the choices we made, in ways, we could never have foreseen."

   "Palalymo..." Jannie whispered, pulling her hand free and placing it upon the center of her chest. "And Edmont... Violet, we've all lost someone dear to us at one point or another, yet we moved forward as one."

    "No... don't you dare leave me to deal with this!"

    Jannie smiled then reached up to brush the Hyur's tears away with her thumbs, cradling her face in her hands. "You know, I grew up raised alongside many other girls, but they never were family to me, save one I lost all too soon. It made me long for a true sister."

    "Fuck this! You are not bailing on me. I'm done with these speeches!

   "You are a drunken, foul-mouthed, mess of a person that has never once given a second thought to what others think...I've long envied how you can carry yourself without worrying about every little thing that I cannot let go of. And while wildly reckless and pleasure seeker, you are not truly selfish and care for others deeply.

   "That's why despite your tears and curses I know you'll beat this for us..."

   "Jannie..."

   The Elzen closed her eyes then lightly kissed the top of her friend's forehead as the wind once more picked up. Stepping away, she beamed at Violet. "You are the embodiment of our hope. By the Fury if you tell anyone I said this, I'll haunt you for your remaining days, but...kick her ass!"

     Violet screamed again as she watched another friend fade away. Feeling an intense warmth in her breast pocket, she yoinked out her shard, finding it pulsing with life. What remained of Hydayln...of Azem...of U'rahn...of Jannie...

    The voices continued as she looked up to the next shadow. Every part of her felt like it was on fire, each step agony. Whether it was rage or her despair she could not say until Minfilia called out to her. "Look to the light within, that you may continue to serve as a beacon to others."

"What light!?  I did not want any of this. I did not want to be fucking chosen! U'rahn wanted this. He wanted to be your damned hero. And Jannie did it because she felt it was her purpose. I've never once felt that. I've never once wanted glory or honor. I just wanted to fucking be me!"

    She panted hard as tears streamed down her face, screaming into the void again.

"That's why it has to be you..."

  Violet held her breath for a moment as the words rang through her. Turning, she found a shadow wiggling beside her.

"You didn't want this, but you're here doing it. Despite all your fury and your tears, you've not once thought to turn around. You've walked all the way up here because you..."

"...I had the power to do what others couldn't... Oh, Ardbert..." she whispered, hand reaching out to touch a spectral pseudopod.  

"That's right. Told you I'd be right behind you to give you a push. I can't actually push you though so..."

Violet wiped her eyes as she let out a laugh and took a breath. "I fucking hate crying...and that stupid simp cast some sort of bard magicks to fill the air with his damned song. Who could fucking possibly concentrate like this when everything sounds extra fucking heavy?"

The shadow laughed, "You're sounding like yourself now. You ready?"

Violet nodded then drew her pistol. "Yeah...I think I got it all out. Time to silence this bird."

"Let's finish this," the two said in tandem before she took another step forward, Azem stone brilliantly twinkling in her hand.

#endwalker spoilers #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv oc #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxiv endwalker #ff14 #Violet Fisher #Jannie Eryadoux #U'rahn Nuhn #papalymo totolymo #minfilia warde #edmont de fortemps #ardbert #ultima thule #seriously g'raha #that song hits hard

[urfavemcustan]

The Gold, The Cross, & You

Summary: after betraying her boyfriend by working with the pouges all summer, y/n is shocked when he asks her to leave with him and his family, leaving her to make a very difficult decision

“I don’t know what you could possibly want to talk about right now,” y/n approached him with her arms crossed. She was surprised when Rafe asked her to meet, given all the tension between him and her friends. Her curiosity got to the best of her and she agreed to meet him in front of a public restaurant in town.

“Are any of them with you right now?” Rafe hesitantly looked around. He was referring to the Pouges, of course. The bane of his existence, the reason why he and y/n broke up.

Unsure of how much to tell him, y/n told half of the truth, “no, but they know I’m here with you.” They actually didn’t, she knew that if she told them that she was meeting Rafe, they wouldn’t have allowed it.

“Ok,” his mouth straightened into a hard line.

“Can you just tell me why I’m here?” Y/n was beginning to lose her patience especially with all of the chaos surrounding the Pouge’s current adventure.

“I already lost Sarah to them, I can’t lose you,” Rafe blurted out.

“What are you talking about?”

“The Pouges. I’m sick of not being with you y/n, I swear it’s like messing with my mind.”

“Well that seems to be the consequence of your own actions Rafe.”

“I know,” he admitted, “but I’m making it right. My family and I leave tomorrow morning for Guadalupe and I want you to come.”

“What?” Y/n let out an exasperated sigh, tired of Rafe and his antics.

“I have everything I need, the gold, the cross, my family, I just need you and my life will be perfect.”

Y/n couldn’t pretend like his words didn’t touch her. She obviously missed him and honestly, she was over the constant hunt for treasure. Living on an island with the man she once loved didn't seem that bad. 

Without receiving a response, Rafe continued, “I know you hate me but I promise things will be so much better when it’s just you and me. We can finally be alone and happy and-”

“Ok,” y/n couldn’t believe she was agreeing to the life he was offering her, “I’ll go with you.”

“Seriously?” tears couldn’t help but stream out of his eyes, his life would finally have everything he’d ever hoped for.”

“Yes, so what now?”

Rafe wiped his tears away and got serious, “pack a bag, I’ll pick you up later tonight.”

“Alright,” she felt herself almost lean in to give him a parting kiss but she stopped herself, “see you soon.” 

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When y/n got home, she found Kiara sitting on her doorstep.

“Where were you?” Kiara asked with concern, with everything going on with the Pouges, y/n’s sudden disappearance was worrying. 

“Um,” should she lie? Everyone would find out about her betrayal sooner than later, “out,” y/n pushed past her and opened the front door. 

Once she got inside, she dashed up the stairs and ran straight into her room, trying not to alert her parents. Kiara followed behind her without care for y/n’s parents. 

Y/n barely acknowledged Kiara, she only abandoned her packing to close the door, then she retuned to throwing things in her suitcase. 

“What are you packing for?” Kiara questioned. 

“Look,” y/n met Kiara’s eyes with guilt overflowing, “you’re my best friend and I would never want to cause you pain.” 

“Okay? Why are you acting all weird?” Kiara met y/n’s sorrow with slight humor. 

“I was with Rafe and-” 

“Rafe? Oh my gosh are you alright?” Kiara stepped forward, prepared to comfort her best friend. She knew about their history and how much being on the defense to the Cameron’s hurt her this summer. 

Y/n disregarded her question and simply continued, “and he told me that him and his family are leaving tomorrow-”

“and we have to stop them!” Kiara interjected, she took a pause and took in y/n’s ashamed expression and the fact that she was packing, “wait,” 

“he asked me to come with them,” y/n admitted. 

“and you said yes.” 

“I’m so sorry,” tears started to flow out of y/n’s eyes. She couldn’t stand looking at Kiara’s disgusted expression. 

“are you fucking serious? How could you do this to us? To yourself?!” Kiara screamed, definitely waking y/n’s parents. 

Before y/n could respond, the faint honk of a truck interrupted their argument. 

Kiara’s voice softened, “that’s him, isn’t it?” 

“yeah,” y/n barely answered above a whisper. She gently grabbed her suitcase and passed Kiara. She crept down the stairs, ignoring Kiara and her parent’s calls out for her and opened the front door. 

There he was, waiting for her. His soft expression indicated he could picture the conflict that ensued when she let her friend know where she was going.

“Wait!” Kiara made it down the stairs and stood behind y/n.

Y/n turned her full attention towards her, “yes?” 

“what about your parents? what about everyone?” 

y/n didn’t answer, she simply shrugged. 

Kiara’s malice returned, “well just know that when you change you mind once you realize he’s fucking crazy and try to come crawling back, no one will be here for you.” 

“I know,” y/n turned back towards the door and walked towards the truck, she threw her things in the back and climbed into the passenger seat, content with her decision. 

#obx angst #obx fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks #rafe cameron x y/n

[transparentboymomma]

rose colored glasses

Her era of being happy is fading again She questions whats happening why she just cant stay happy as she picks up the mess & sees all thats broken.

He said "you just hold on to the negative think im your enemy but you played the part that led up to all your misery putting me in a basket of all your exs but if I wanted to hurt you trust me I would this could be worse." You need to learn to forgive."

*Hush

She silenced in her words "your right im at fault lets move on " 

Anything to keep him happy

She played his song "I love you thank you for all you do"

Rose colored glasses polished as the symphony plays the perfect remedy for a happy family

She screams within knowing she no longer feels at home while the walls crumbling sweeping every piece .With a smile hope he dont see

He asks whats wrong why you being this way

Im sorry im just hungry lets get something to eat

Ok you sure your not thinking of leaving

No im ok just hungry & need some sleep

Ok you promise were ok do we need something to talk about

No please can we just let it be im tired & feeling hungry

Ill be better

theres my happy wife

Whatever it takes he got it even if it kills her

He'll never let her leave

Living in a make believe shes happy as she drowns in her sleep to a shower she dies knowing all is not right & its a chain shes got to break feeling the weight she has to make it right but cant let him see

"You ok"

Yea sorry ill be out soon"

I love you

I love you too

Why does it feel like you dont love me your acting strange

She reminds herself dont say shit play his song be strong cant handle another fight not tonight.

im sorry im just really tired please I dont have energy to talk were ok just turn on a movie

Holds her close ok because you cant leave me.

Time to straighten the rose colored glasses

Theres my happy baby please dont fall asleep I want to enjoy this

Please dont get mad im just so tired im trying to stay awake

Its ok just wish you would stay this happy

She sleeps awaken in all the triggers knowing shes spiraling its getting harder to pretend formulating a plan she can barely breath just go back to sleep its ok just wait the time will come

Play his song play along think strategically be strong dont fight you going to be alright

strengthen those rose colored glasses you got this its not that bad quit overreacting your fine.

#rose colored glasses #relationships #song lyrics

[chuuphic]

my brother is so disgusting i hate him being here i hate him

#aa #chilling w his hand in his pants…..i know you don’t wear underwear and i know you haven’t showered since at LEAST friday #i hope he leaves soon so i can straighten up the mess in the living room before my family gets back #plus the dogs are naughtier when he’s here cause he lets them act up and rewards them for it w either treats or pets #plus plus i texted him last night if he’d be coming back so i needed to know if i should lock the door or not and he said he would be #i wake up this morning no brother and the door’s unlocked #the fact that i come to my parents’ house and take care of the animals and do household tasks like changing the shower liner and cleaning #the kitchen and doing laundry all unprompted and he just comes and somehow leaves it 10x messier despite only having spent less than 24 #total hours in the house #he wouldn’t have even had to come here if my mom asked me to watch the dogs sooner and i didn’t have to dog sit yesterday #and now he’s hungover and on shrooms 😐😑😑😑😐 #drugs

[cjsinkythoughts]

Right From Left

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3085

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo being a punk, Bucky getting a little scary, some feelings, Sam being his fantastic, amazing, caring for everyone self

A/N: Here it is! At long last! I’ve been waiting for this episode and it was…holy fuck. I barely have words. And I can’t start or else I’ll be ranting for pages. Anyways, I know this Part is a little on the shorter side - not by much, but it still is - and it doesn’t even cover half the episode, but I’ve had a long day and I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep. I wanted to stop before Walker entered the picture too, because then I’m just gonna get more riled up and I’m working later. I’ll probably have another part out today, and then I’ll finish it tomorrow. Unless I can finish it today. I’ll try, but no promises.

Feel free to rant to me about the episode or the show, too, guys! My friends and I have been going back and forth about it for the past few hours. I’d love to hear your thoughts! I think that’s all for now.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS BELOW CUT!

You were avoiding him.

When you first got to Latvia, he had pulled you aside, eyes wide and pleading. “Doll, listen-”

“I really don’t think right now is the time to have the discussion we’re about to have.” Shaking your head, you avoided his gaze, your stomach twisting into knots. It was too much for you to handle; you couldn’t focus on the mission at hand and try to unravel the emotions that were making your gut flip like a gymnast. There were too many thoughts in your head, and you needed a clear mind.

“But-”

“Once this is all done, and our lives aren’t in danger. Once we’re back home, then we can talk, okay? Just…please. Not here. Not now.”

And he dropped it. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about it. You just couldn’t. You had always been a ‘leave your baggage at the door’ type of person. Don’t mix work with personal. Not like you had much “personal” anyways when you first decided that was how it should be. And then your coworkers became family and your motto got a lot harder to follow. But you still followed it. And you would continue to follow it.

But that made you start avoiding him. Whether you meant to or not, everyone noticed, but no one said anything. Sam shot you a look when you didn’t offer to go with Bucky when he had to check something out. Zemo raised an eyebrow when he came back and, instead of immediately questioning him, you sat still on the couch, eyes glancing up briefly, before going back to playing with the strings of your hoodie.

You were paying attention to their conversation, especially when Karli Morgenthau was brought up, you just didn’t join in. Not even when Zemo mentioned the Avengers, eyeing you to see your reaction.

Honestly, you were tired, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your shoulder hurt, your brain couldn’t process what the guys were talking about, and your heart couldn’t take any more hits.

It was something you’d been thinking about…you just thought it’d come after this mission.

“She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her…or she kills you.”

“Maybe you’re wrong Zemo. The Serum never corrupted Steve.”

For the first time since he first walked in, your eyes met Bucky’s. “Touche.” Zemo pointed at Bucky with a pastry around his finger. “But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?”

But you couldn’t wait until after this mission. Not when he was so connected to it. “I think I’m gonna go home.” You blurted out before Zemo and Bucky could argue further, Bucky slumping down onto the opposite side of the couch.

The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Bucky shot up, staring at you in disbelief.

“Wait, hold up. What? Now? We’re so close-”

“Why? Is it your arm? Is it hurting? You should’ve told us-”

“I’m just tired.” You cut in, shaking your head. “That’s all. I didn’t expect this to be drawn out this long when you called, Sammy.”

Bucky’s hand twitched as he hesitatingly scooted closer to you. “Doll, if this is because what happened on the jet-”

“It’s not, Buck.” You tried to give him a convincing smile, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t buy it for one second. You reached over to squeeze his hand, and when you pulled back, he held on tighter, a sigh escaping his lips as he stared down at your linked hands.

“Okay…if you wanna go home, we can get you home. Just…” His head turned back to you, a pleading pout on his features. “Just…stay. Another day. Please. You can keep avoiding me, I won’t even say another word to you if you don’t want. But stay. Just for one more day.”

Chewing on your cheek, you finally nodded slightly. “Okay. One more day.”

His eyes lit up, before his face fell again when you took your hand back and curled into the corner of the couch. “Let’s talk shop, boys.”

“Okay. So, from my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam easily changed the topic back to the situation at hand, giving you a reassuring wink when you smiled at him gratefully. “So when I was a kid, my Tee Tee passed away.”

Bucky screwed his face up in confusion, straightening his head from where he had it leaned back. “Your - your Tee Tee?”

Sam gave him a look. “Yeah. My-my Tee Tee, yeah.”

Bucky looked at him weirdly. “Who is your Tee Tee?”

The exchange made you giggle a little bit, shaking your head. “Bucky’s a city boy from the 40’s, remember, Sammy?”

“Fine.” Sam rolled his eyes. “When I was a kid my aunt passed away.”

Bucky gave a slight huff, making you chuckle again. You stopped when he smiled over at you, but your grin didn’t leave your face. Even when they were the ones to give you a headache, your fellas were damn entertaining, that’s for sure.

With a sort-of plan in place - the gathering for Donya being no more than a theory, but the only idea you really had - you stretched out from your spot on the couch, twisting to crack your back. “Zemo.” The man stopped his rummaging through the cabinets and looked over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised. “Go put some clothes on. We’ve got work to do.”

He gave you an unimpressed look, opening his mouth, but Sam beat him to the punch. “Do as the lady says, man. You’re already walking on a tightrope after you shot Nagel!” Zemo waved dismissively at Sam’s exclamation, heading into a separate room to change out of his robe. “That guy is gonna drive me up the wall.”

“Don’t let him get to that pretty head of yours, Sammy.” You hummed, standing up, wincing slightly as you stretched your sore shoulder over your head.

You could tell Bucky wanted to say something, the way he snapped forwards, hands moving down his thigh like he was leaning over to reach for you, his eyes locked on your injured joint, but, just as he said earlier, he didn’t say a word. But the part that made you upset was…you didn’t stop him. You didn’t tell him it was okay for him to talk to you. You didn’t reassure him that you weren’t purposely trying to avoid him. You simply moved over to the kitchen to get something to drink.

It hurt worse than your shoulder, but you couldn’t handle it. Not then. Not with such an important part of the mission coming up. So you didn’t say anything. You just sipped your water, switching into tactic mode as your mind ran through the scenarios of what could possibly go down in the next 24 hours before you went home.

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Walking under the arch, you couldn’t help but feel saddened as Zemo told you about what the courtyard used to look like. Thanos messed the world up so much more than you realized and, as much as you hated to admit it, the Avengers did have a part in it. Not that they - you - were in the wrong, necessarily. You truly believed you did what anyone in that situation, with the skills and abilities and knowledge the team had, would do what you did. Or tried to do.

“I’m gonna take a look around upstairs.” Sam stated, looking up at the upper stories of the building, before glancing at Bucky. “See what you can find out here. And keep an eye on him.”

“I’ll come with you.” You said, turning on your heel to follow Sam. The back of Bucky’s gloved hand brushed against yours, and instinctually you turned your palm to link your fingers and squeezing. You let go quickly once you realized what you were doing, nearly tripping up the stairs to get to Sam, not daring to wait for Bucky’s reaction.

“You’re an idiot.” He stated simply as soon as you met him at the top of the stairs.

“Can we focus on finding Donya right now, please?” You grumbled, moving forwards cautiously, peeking around the corner. You frowned when you saw two guys at the end of the hallway, looking back at you and Sam warily.

“You need to hear what he has to say, cher.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I know I do. I know. But I can’t. Not right now. I’m just trying to get this over with first. I don’t want too many things on my plate. I might choke.” It already felt like you were drowning most nights.

He paused at your words, giving you a once over, before nodding. “Okay. I can respect that.”

“Thank you.” You told him earnestly. “Now let’s try to get something from these people.”

He nodded in agreement and you two continued forwards with your search. Room after room, people walked out before you could get anything from them, locking doors behind them. The Flag Smashers logo was everywhere, but you expected nothing less from a refugee camp that practically worshipped what they were doing.

Even when you did get a guy to talk to you, he immediately shut you down, leaving you and Sam dejected. The fact that the world had gotten so bad that these people couldn’t trust you and Sam - Avengers; people who used to be heroes and bring hope to others - it made your heart sink.

“C’mon, Y/N.”

“Are we wrong?”

He froze at your question, his lips pressing together. “About what, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just…I guess I can’t tell right from left anymore. I always assumed that the Avengers were the good guys. That the actions we’ve taken in the past were us making the world a better place, but…Sokovia and Ultron. Germany and the whole civil war thing we had going on. The entire world and Thanos. We don’t truly ever win. Do we?”

“I can’t answer that for you.” Sam shook his head. “I can’t tell you what to believe or who to believe in. But I can tell you that we’ve made a difference. Steve, Nat, Tony…they made a difference.”

“But was it a good difference? Was it a change? There’s a difference between changing the world and just making it different, Sam.”

He blinked at you, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. And I don’t have that answer for you either. But they tried. They did what they thought was right. No matter if it was or not. And isn’t that all we can do? Try?”

His words made you think back to the conversation you had with Bucky once he learned about John Walker, which seemed so long ago. When you told him it wasn’t Sam’s fault. That he was just trying. That he did what he thought was right. 

And maybe he was wrong. But he made a decision. It was his decision. To do the right thing. And right then, not for the first time, you could see exactly what Steve saw in the man in front of you.

“You’re a good man, Sam.”

Sam grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders and squeezing. “And you’re an incredible person, Y/N. Let’s go see if Bucky and the Baron got anything.”

You snickered at his mocking tone towards Zemo and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

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You didn’t like it. You didn’t like it one bit. So far, Zemo kept proving you wrong. Even when it seemed like he was about to jump ship, he came back. No matter how many opportunities he had to escape, he never did. And it was making you even more suspicious.

You stayed out of Bucky and Sam’s conversation, although you had to agree with Sam’s point, especially with the conversation you just had.

Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute, only to be interrupted by Zemo information about the funeral this afternoon. Guess a snake will always be a snake.

“And you, uh, didn’t think this was important information?” You questioned, eyes narrowed and brow pinched.

He shrugged. “You have it now, don’t you, princess?”

Bucky growled at the nickname, leaning back on the couch, threatening Zemo with the Dora Milaje.

You can’t remember a time you’ve ever been scared of Bucky. Maybe a little threatened and intimidated by the Winter Soldier, but never scared of Bucky. And when he stood up after Zemo mentioned leverage, you didn’t expect anything from it; maybe another choke hold or something. So the glass hitting the wall, the clench in his jaw as he spoke gruffly to the Baron, for a mere second, he kind of frightened you. Maybe it was all the emotions you’d been through the past few weeks or maybe it was the adrenaline that seemed to be pulsing through your veins 24/7 nowadays. Whatever it was, it made you flinch, bolting up as Sam did.

You left the room quickly, hearing Sam say something about making a call, hoping to calm your racing heart.

“Doll?” You sat up from the bed you were laying on, legs hanging off the edge. Bucky stood in the doorway, nervously shifting his feet. “I know I said I’d leave you alone, but…”

You gave the bed a pat next to you and he gladly accepted the invitation, padding over to sit besides you. “I don’t want you to leave me alone, Buck. You’re my best friend. I-I just need to take it one thing at a time right now.”

He nodded. “I get it. I wasn’t…I wasn’t coming in to talk to you about that. You said we’ll talk about it later, so we’ll talk about it later.”

“I appreciate that, Bucky.” You smiled at him, before frowning. “What did you wanna talk about then? Are you okay?”

“Did I…did I scare you?”

You blinked at his question, tilting your head. “What?”

Jerking his head to the doorway he explained, “just then. With Zemo. Your heart spiked.”

“No.” You answered immediately. You would never ever admit that he kind of did scare you. It was just for a second and you knew how his brain worked; he’d beat himself up over it, go over his actions for hours instead of getting the rest he so desperately needs and deserves. He didn’t need that on his conscience right now. “I wasn’t - I just…you startled me. I wasn’t expecting that reaction-”

“I didn’t like the way he talked to you.” He spat out, glaring at his hands in his lap. “And then the smug bastard thought he was gonna get away with holding back information like that and I just…I dunno.”

His hand came off his thigh, but he hesitated. Before he could put it down again, you slipped your hand under his, linking your fingers, running your thumb in circles against his palm. “Don’t let him get to you, Buck. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

A sigh left his lips and he nodded. “I know, I know. It’s just…hard. After everything he put me through - put us through - I…I just hate that he’s really our only option.”

You frowned, shifting on the bed to face him, one leg bending beneath you while the other still hung over. “Why are you so obsessed with catching these guys?”

“I wanna do something right.” He murmured, playing with your fingers. “I’ve done so much wrong…I just wanna do something right. And I feel...responsible for it, I guess. In a way. It’s Super Soldier Serum. I thought I was the only one after Steve…” He froze at the blonde’s mention, giving you a side-eyed glance. You nudged him, silently telling him to continue, that it was okay to talk about him. “And Sam’s right, you know. She’s just a kid. So…I dunno. I wanna help. I wanna do something right. And catching them would help. It’s right. Right?”

You nodded firmly. “I understand where they’re coming from. Karli’s just trying to help the world. But she’s doing it wrong. And that I know for absolute certainty. Which is good, I guess. I was talking to Sam early and I mentioned not knowing my right from my left recently. It’s good I know something, huh? And for you it should be easy telling your right from your left.” You joked, tracing the gold lines on his metal arm. “I guess you’re just gonna have to stay besides me to help me remember.”

Looking up, you found Bucky staring at you with something you recognized in his eyes, but didn’t want to name. “Three hours, forty two minutes and thirty one seconds.”

“What?”

“That’s how long I didn’t talk to you. It was too long.”

You sighed, ducking your head. “Bucky, I’m sorry-”

“I’m sorry. For anything and everything I’ve ever done wrong. I won’t mention the plane or anything we’ve talked about until you bring it up first. I promise. Just…just don’t ignore me anymore? I'm not sure I can handle it for much longer.”

You nodded, watching your fingertips dance along his scruffy jaw. “I won’t.” He caught your wrist, opening his mouth, before shaking his head and closing it. “What?”

He shook his head again. “Not until you bring it up.”

“We will talk, James. I promise.”

“You don’t have to explain. I get it. I really do. It’s okay. As long as we’re okay for right now, I can hold it in a bit longer.”

You nearly asked him what he was holding in, but you quickly shoved the question out of your mind, knowing it would take you down a conversation you couldn’t possibly have right then. “How long do you think we have?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Zemo just said that it’s this afternoon. Why?”

“I started reading The Great Gatsby on the plane. I’ve got it on my phone. It kinda reminds me of you. Do you-do you think we have time to read some? Only if you want, I mean. Like we used to do in Wakanda?”

He grinned and nodded, scooting up on the bed and flopping down into the pillows. You smiled back, following his lead. Once you were comfortable, your phone out with the chapter you were on, Bucky scooted closer, laying his head on your stomach, hugging your waist. 

“Is this okay?”

Your fingers found home in his hair and you nodded when he looked up at you for an answer. “Yeah. It’s perfect, Buckaroo.”

#cjsinkythoughts #cjswriting #cjsspoilers #fatws spoilers #tfatws spoilers #falcon and the winter soldier spoilers #fatws #tfatws #falcon and the winter soldier #fatws series #fatws pt 5 #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x avenger!reader #bucky x avenger!reader #bucky barnes #❤🐦💙🦾 #💙🦾

[angelofbloodlust]

I just got and idea for an angsty Stu fic as well. Stu like really loves the reader but Billy has informed him that they have to kill them ,and he wants Stu to do it to prove his loyalty. Wether he followed through or not I think it be exciting

A/N: My first time writing in Stu’s perspective 😱 FUNFUNFUN I love getting to do stuff from the boys’ POV <33 sorry this took a lil while, but I hope it was worth the wait!

Contains/TW: Angst (ofc), Talk of the reader being murdered, Billy & Stu arguing, Billy being manipulative to Stu, Billy hating the reader, Billy just acting like an ass in general for the sake of this fic <//3

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Loyalty (Stu Macher x Reader)

You had been the light of his life for months, having completely swept him off of his feet in change of him typically being the one to woo others with his charm. You were different than the rest, and that’s why Stu had grown infatuated with everything to do with you, only you.

Billy knew this. He knew you, every personal detail Stu chose to share because he couldn’t just shut the fuck up about you. It was messing up their plans, the way Stu always had to know what you were up to, or breaking off everything him and Billy were doing just so he could run off to you at your beck and call. You were ruining Billy’s life, and he had finally had enough of it as you and Stu reached your one-year mark, the deadline for both your anniversary, and Billy’s planned day of pure bloodshed amongst Sidney and whoever crossed his path.

Which included you.

Stu had been tidying himself up that day, being content that he still had some time to spend with you before his party planned later that night. Though dread for what awaited swarmed him like a growing hive of angry bees, it was drowned with his love for you, and how he could finally be happy with you once Billy’s vengeful plans could be over and done with. Sure, he loved slaughtering people, but fuck was he so ready to be over with this.

Slipping his sweater over his head, Stu stiffened with the ring of the doorbell from the floor below. Were you early or had he lost track of time??

Regardless, Stu scrambled down the stairs to greet you, a bright grin on his face until...

You weren’t at the door at all.

Finding Billy’s cold scowl, Stu was washed with a sense of anxiety as to why he could possibly be here to talk to him right now. What couldn’t wait until later?

“Can I come in?” Billy hummed calmly, only allowing Stu to begin to nod before wedging himself in as he straightened up his jacket.

“What’s up, man? I gotta meet up with Y/N soon.” Stu pouted, pushing the door closed behind him as he followed Billy towards the living room. Something was off about him, his demeanor was so cold he almost wanted to shiver if he even got slightly close.

“It’s about Y/N.”

“..Huh?”

Stu placed himself down carefully on the red fabric of his sofa, tensing more with each second as he nervously scanned over Billy’s features for some sign as to what he could be getting at. But why did he look so pissed off? It had to be Billy just being classic Billy, right? He had to be here for something lighthearted and was just playing it off to make him sweat.

He had to be. He was like that, the type to overdramatize things knowing it could pull a bigger reaction. Stu was always the type to fall for these types of things, after all.

He couldn’t bare the thought of it being something worse than that. Something real.

“They’re getting in the way. And they’re too big of a risk to keep around once this is all over, you guys have gotten too close. They’re bound to crack the code eventually, we shouldn’t keep them around.”

Stu could feel his heart drop through this stomach, teeth gritting as he formed a hesitant half-grin with this. “You’re kidding. This is a joke, right?”

“Do I look like I’m joking, Stu?” Billy huffed.

He didn’t. He was stone-cold serious.

“So, what, you want me to just leave them behind once we run off? You know that I can’t do that.”

“No. They could potentially follow us. We have to kill them.” Billy replied, before raising his eyebrows as his hand gestures to wave off his last sentence, partially to Stu’s relief. “Actually, no, you have to kill them.”

“What?! Get the fuck out of here, man, I’m not doing that!” Stu stood to tower over the brunet as his paralyzation was overtaken by rage, being in pure disbelief of the audacity he would have to even suggest such a thing. How could he be this goddamn selfish? He knew Billy always put himself over others, but this was taking it too fucking far.

“Oh, come on, would you rather me have to do it? It has to happen. And don’t you think they’d rather die in the arms of a lover?” Billy furrowed his brow as he picked himself back up to his feet in attempt to better meet his eye level.

“You can only say that because you don’t even have someone you love, asshole. How would you feel if you had to murder your mother—”

“Don’t.” Billy’s voice gave the slightest crack as his teeth dug into themselves nearly hard enough to cause them to ache, restraining himself as his fists clenched and his knuckles grew white. “This is not the same. Your partner is becoming an issue. So, are you really in this, or are you just gonna pussy out like you do everything else?”

Through shuddering breath, Stu hesitated once more as he stared down to the man in front of him. He knew he had no way out of this. If he fought, he knew Billy would only kill you and him, Billy had been on edge and nothing short of ready to dispose of anyone who prevented him from exactly what he wanted. And if Stu was going to be a problem, that would mean him, too.

“Fine.” Stu murmured, feeling cowardly as he shifted to turn away and take a seat again as he felt nausea overwhelm him in that moment. He didn’t want to lose you, he was nothing without you at his side.

“Get it squared off once you two are alone here. Call me when you’re done and I’ll come help you deal with the body.” Billy instructed, before leaving Stu in silence as he gave a singular pat to his shoulder and left back out the front door.

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Your date had been completely gut-wrenching for Stu. Full of all your favorite things that you and him had once enjoyed, now only growing his guilt as he watched how happy you were. How happy you were with him, how much you loved him and every moment you spent with him.

He hated that he had to take that away from you.

Now you two were back at his home, you being innocently oblivious as you excitedly scampered back into the kitchen with a wide grin. “So, gonna need some more food for tonight, huh? Sid and Tatum handling that?”

“Yeah. Yeah.. they’ve got that handled.” Stu gave you a weak smile, watching you in a lovestruck yet anguished gaze as he felt the need to admire you in these last moments he had with you. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, the love of his life and everything he could’ve asked for. How did he get so lucky to have someone so angelic like you fall in love with a monster like him?

“Hm.. Something’s up with you, Stewie. Talk to me.” You leaned back casually against the kitchen island, curiosity and worry evident on your face as you watched your boyfriend in concern.

“It’s nothing. Cm’here.” He assured in a mumble, leaning forward to cup your cheeks and meet you in a soft kiss as he fought the urge to break down then and there. Fuck, he couldn’t do this, why he ever agreed to even think of hurting you? You didn’t deserve this, you were too, too good for him.

He had to get you out of here. Before Billy could lay a finger on you.

Separating from the kiss a few moments later, you turned nervous as you picked up on the expression of franticness all over Stu as he gazed down with you with tears prickling at his eyes.

“Stu-” You started.

“Would you ever run away with me, Y/N?”

“Huh? Where is this coming from? What the hell’s been going on with you?” You began to panic as you were further puzzled with his lack of explanation, tensing in his hold as you fought the urge to reach up and wipe his tears.

“Just answer the question, baby. Please.” He spoke in a hushed tone, more gentle than you had ever heard him in your year of being with him.

“Of course I would, I love you. Wherever you go, I go.” You assured with a soft smile.

“We.. We have to go. Far away, somewhere he couldn’t ever find us. We have to be quick, okay? You’ve gotta go straight home and pack everything you need, and I’ll pick you right up after.”

Your smile faded as you grew into pure panic, “What? Who’s “he”? Can you explain this to me, please? Seriously, you’re freaking me out.” You whimpered, sucking in a sharp breath as you fought back your own urge to cry as it hit you that something was extremely wrong.

“I can explain later. Just go, okay? I’ll be at your house as soon as I finish up here.” He ushered you, guiding you out towards the door and ignoring any further inquires you had for him to get you going as quickly as he could.

And you did exactly as he asked. You had to trust him, didn’t you? He wanted you to be safe, to be happy. And if someone was risking that for you, you were all for escaping that danger with him.

Things went as smoothly as they could’ve, with Stu giving you some lightly detailed explanation that someone had been out to harm you both, leaving Billy’s name out of it as he figured it was better to leave it up your imagination that it was a stranger, and not someone you had once viewed dearly as the man your boyfriend had been best friends with ever since he was little. He knew it would’ve hurt you, and he couldn’t risk you finding out the full truth.

The truth didn’t matter anymore, anyways. You were safe now, with him at your side. And Stu knew that Billy would unleash hell the moment he realized his plan was completely fucked, though that wasn’t his problem.

He made his bed, and now he was gonna lie in it for trying to hurt you.

#this was really fun to write tbh it was interesting to do a different take on both billy and stu :0 #scream 1996 #scream #slashers #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #slasher x you

[hozierandco]

Callum Turner x Reader - The After-Match pt. 2 (SMUT)

A few seconds later, the referee whistled the end of the game, making cheerful and despondent people in the audience.

Cal, 10.56 pm: You better be home in 30 minutes or I'm starting the after-match without you

Y/N, 10.57 pm: I'll be there in no time!

A wave of cheers had engulfed the streets: Chelsea had won and it was only the beginning of a long night for the supporters that had assembled from all around, from Trafalgar Square to Greenwich, from Brixton to Hammersmith.

Horns beeping everywhere, pedestrians with beer in their hand and their voices broken.

"Are you joining us, Callum? We're going to the pub to celebrate!"

"Nah, tonight I'm celebrating with Y/N!"

Callum's friends all chuckled while looking at each other "You lucky bastard!", one snickered.

"We're not holding you back then!", another added.

"Have a great night, lads!", Callum said while getting his coat that had been discarded on the hat stand by the door.

"Yeah, you too!"

There was no time to lose. He could not take a cab since he had not booked any and going with his own two feet would take him nearly an hour. He knew that an hour would be way too long and that his body would not be able to cope.

From the moment he had read that Y/N had been cheeky enough not to wear any undergarments, he had felt a bulge flourishing. He had benefitted from the half-time to try and get rid of the tide that was boiling in his boxers, to no avail.

He then decided to take the tube, hoping in his innermost that the next train wouldn't last too long to arrive and that it wouldn't be too crowded. The Northern line usually was not at that time of the night but it was a game night so who knew...

He ran to the Angel train station as his phone indicated that the next train would be there in 10 minutes.

Cal, 11.09 pm: Shit, Y/N, you've got me running... The things I wouldn't do to fuck you...

Cal, 11.12 pm: U there?

But Y/N too was busy running. If the road from Regent's Park to Primrose Hill was a rather short one, she had taken too much time parting from her friends and was now late for Callum's plans.

Y/N, 11.14 pm: It's only your warm-up Cal'

Cal, 11.16 pm: From now on, it's "sir" for you!

Only a few seconds after reading the instruction, Y/N heard her phone writhe again.

Cal, 11.16 pm: If you're not here in ten minutes, I swear things will go very wrong for you!

It was all that Y/N needed to go back to her running although she was aroused at the idea that things could go "very wrong" according to her boyfriend.

She had one last street to walk by. She looked at her phone: 11.23 pm. Why are the London streets so long, she thought...

Finally the door to the Georgian hôtel particulier they shared with three other tenants. 11.25 pm.

She walked in only to notice that Callum was standing under the bare lightbulb in their living room.

"Congratulations for the game!"

"Yeah...", Callum said absent-mindedly. Y/N understood what Callum was doing: he was going through all the possibilities he had to take as much pleasure with her.

In love, Callum was the romantic type with a twist. It did not take him much to change from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde but he always valued Y/N's pleasure over his, always listening to the echoes of her lust. He was a passionate lover beyond the shadow of a doubt.

But that night, Chelsea had won and a deal is a deal.

Callum walked in a painfully slow pace towards Y/N with his large hands behind his back. When he was at her level, he stood in a parallel way behind her back and with one hand started descending on Y/N's dress. He had to check by himself.

Careful as not to touch her genitalia for the time being as he was not willing to surrender now, he grazed her hips and noticed that she had not lied.

"You really didn't wear no panties, huh?"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Cal"

Callum clucked his tongue and corrected her while putting his two hands on her shoulders "What did I say? It's "sir" for the misbehaving girls who wear slim dresses with nothing under them"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Sir"

Callum flipped Y/N around so that she was now facing him and ignited a symphony of kisses on her neck, her forehead and finally on her mouth. With each kiss, he went stronger too which Y/N replied by forcing her tongue to meet his.

Callum pulled her even closer and was ready to take her right there on the spot but he had another plans. With the contact of his beige chino trousers over her velvet dress, Y/N could spot the bulge that Callum had tried so hard to hide.

She might have looked a little too much for Callum had to intervene "Since you seem to like what you see, how about you get on your pretty knees and suck me off while you're at it"

"Yes, sir"

Y/N hoped that she would not be the cause for a pond on the floor as she had not anticipated that not wearing underwear could come with such consequences.

She executed herself and got on her knees. Right there, in the living room by the sole light emanating from the lightbulb and with the only sound of the supporters from afar.

She used Callum's legs as a support to get down and nodded at her boyfriend's "Are you okay with that?"

She was eager for the touch she had craved for almost ten days. When Callum had to leave abruptly earlier in the night, she had sensed it as a treason. Surely, he knew what he was doing, not giving her any attention for days and all of a sudden being all smitten.

He knew th ehold he had on her and knew the mess she would become if he started a fire only to let the sparks burning behind him.

Y/N then took Callum's trousers and boxers off in one brief moment, thus revealing the proud length that was finally being acknowledged and addressed.

Without further ado, Y/N stroked the thick column with her right hand, taking care of the two other inhabitants with her other one.

Callum could at last savour the fruit of his team's victory and his patience paying.

He was still standing tall on his two feet and came to the dramatic conclusion that he would soon need a pillar to rest on if he did not wish to fall. And would need one very soon as a matter of fact, considering the speed Y/N had gotten her hands used to. He chose Y/N's hair as a pillar and started running his hands in it.

All in her reactions appeared as though she would follow to the letter his commands. She had hungry plums in place of her eyes that manifested her lust to get more from the interaction. And her mouth was watering in expectation of the forbidden fruit that she would gladly receive. Slight moans slipped through her teeth, echoed by Callum's bestial growl.

Some foam oozed out of the head of his member, which seemed to be the signal Y/N had waited to get her mouth have a taste at it. She lapped up the drops of cum before getting more inside.

"All fucking night, I've been dreaming about this..."

"... And Chelsea winning too, I suppose?" Y/N retorted as she caught her breath back.

"Only close second to this", he assured with a moan on the corner of his lips and his hands directing her mouth to find its way back on where it was aching.

Callum's head tilted back as the petite mort was about to overflow and take him in its wake "Oh! Fuck, Y/N"

Once Callum's cock was empty of its ambrosia, Callum held a hand at Y/N to invite her to stand up and once she stood in front of him, he kissed her. In his kiss, he led the parade towards their bedroom.

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" Y/N playfully inquired in a moment of respite that her lover had been generous to offer. In fact, he also needed it as he was still panting from the kissing and the blowjob.

"Ride me", Callum said in a deadpan tone.

"Anything you want, sir!"

Callum had only had the time to pick his boxers from the floor of the living room but had relinquished his trousers over there. He lay all of his tall body on the bed, taking off his shirt in the process.

Still standing by the end of the bed, Y/N got her knees on the extremity of it, moving on all fours heading straight and as soft as a panther to her boyfriend.

She straddled him, pushing her hair to one side of her face. As she could feel the bulge forming again under her pounding groin, she took off her dress, passing the piece of cloth over her head. In a second when she did not have eyes on Callum as the dress was right before her eyes, he fondled the two pomegranates that introduce themselves to him.

He had straightened up and was now in a right angle to the headboard. In a perfect position to let his lips wander right between the two breasts.

"Fuck! You just never stop being gorgeous, do you?"

Y/N rubbed her pelvis against the actor's boxers on the spot where his growing protrusion was.

"Good God, I hope you're enjoying yourself... Teasing me like that..."

Y/N continued pleasuring her cavity as she purred at Callum's words. To help her on her merry-go-round and because he was craving more, he held her by her hips, enabling circles of bliss. He felt as though he was a bull on a rodeo stand, enjoying the view and wandering on her stomach, breasts and neck.

If there was one thing Callum loved above all, it was to see Y/N being satisfied. In their sex life, it translated in him usually being aroused by the simple sight of her coming. He could come too if he saw just how great it was for her.

"You're so bloody hot!", he commented almost breathless "but I really need to feel how wet you've gotten for me"

Y/N removed just enough of his boxers to grasp the tip of his cock which she plunged into her in one swift movement and carried on riding her boyfriend"

Y/N came some minutes later, too glad that she was finally getting all the attention she deserved. When Callum joined her, he let go of Y/N as she seemed exhausting from so much riding. As she lay on the bed, he slid under the sheets, to the level of her waterfall, desperate to have a taste of both fluids.

It was Y/N's turn to pull Callum's hair to show him how she wanted to be pleasured which Callum blindly followed. Shutting his eyes, he could feel the drops filling his mouth.

His tongue found its way through the humid weather. Y/N had always loved her lover's meticulousness when it came to that subject. It was as though he was under a mysterious spell, completely in trance. He was devoted and took all his time to give her all that she deserved.

Y/N wiggled under his moving head, moaning louder and louder by every stroke his tongue was taking.

"Callum!", she cried in the night as the supporters had grown quieter.

This time around, Callum did not correct her as having her come with his Christian name on her lips was worth all the gold in the world.

#callum turner #theseus scamander #callum turner x reader #smut #second part #one shot #though in two parts #never been good with maths #plot what plot #sir kink

[christowhore]

Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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