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Desperate

COD Men x FemReader

Hear me out: a sex pollen fic where reader isn’t affected but he is and he is gone.

Word count: ~3.6k

A/N: It’s just the poorly written sex pollen drabble of my dreams, it’s fuck or die lads. Insert your favorite COD man here. Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes and my complete lack of knowledge regarding military things, all I know is that these men are hot and I love them.

Warnings: sex pollen, unprotected PIV (wrap it up), overstimulation, dubious consent (consent is sexy folks)

Banner credit: @cafekitsune

You all had been briefed at 0200. The flight to Berlin left at 0300 where the team would be infiltrating a terrorist hideout, a suspected manufacturing site for a new chemical agent. You were told that as long as you didn’t ingest it, you would be fine.

The fact that it had been made airborne was not in the fucking briefing.

The team had been split into pairs, you and he took the North side of the suspected warehouse. The size of it should have tipped you all off. Everything was running smoothly until 3 combatants had come from the door at the end of the corridor. He called for cover and ran ahead. You dropped two before he even got a stride in. The other he disarmed in seconds and then with a deafening crack, both men slammed through a door and into the resulting room. A brief struggle then silence. You heard him start to call the ok, his voice in the comm sounding clearer than earlier, then a noise, a pop, and the sound of air. You froze, watching a gas spill from the open door and dissipate immediately. Just when you started moving again, a growling, “Don’t,” tore through the comm. Then, the sound of ripping Velcro and something hard (his helmet you realized with a sickening drop) hitting the concrete floor echoed out to you. Soft murmurs that grew into angry outbursts of fuck fuck fuck transformed into one that became a groan of what sounded like complete and utter pain. You didn’t even have to think, the severity of the situation settled in. “It’s a gas,” you barked into the comms, “Northside hit, need medevac in 30, going dark.” You waited for confirmation, seconds after getting it and receiving news that the warehouse was almost cleared, you went to find him.

You knew what it did, you all did. Jokes had been made, smirks shared, but you all knew how bad it was. You weren’t even close to prepared. He was sitting against the far wall or rather pressed into it using it to keep his now shaking frame upright, gear strewn around the room, combatant on your immediate left with a mask (his mask, the masks you all were wearing just in fucking case) gripped in a dead hand, an empty canister mockingly sitting in the middle of the room. 

You gripped the combatant by his legs and dragged him to the hall, before slamming the door shut upon reentry and grabbing a near chair to jam the door. You immediately began stripping yourself of your outer tactical gear until you both matched in only your boots, pants, and base shirts and then you turned your attention to him. Now kneeling by his side you took him in, looking for any other injuries noting nothing serious. That almost made you laugh with relief until you saw the front of his pants and him frantically palming the growing outline. You swallowed and quickly looked at his face shocked back to the reality of the current situation. The usually stoic, always larger than life, incredibly strong man in front of you was reduced to tears dripping from his now blown and hazy eyes, falling down flushed cheeks and landing on the front of his shirt that clung to his hyperventilating chest. You knew he had been shot, stabbed often, and left for dead a time or two, but this…

Shiny and new neurotoxin, you remembered the brief, attacks the nervous system, causing the mark to feel intense arousal and as if they have been lit on fire, specially formulated not only to cause pain but a complete and utter breakdown of will as victims often experience hallucinations and loss of self. If left in the system, it raises the core temperature until convulsions set in, and then heart attack occurs. Do not touch it.

No one had to ask how it was worked out of the system. Then again, they all believed they were too smart to touch the shit. Couldn’t do much about breathing it in when your mask was ripped from your face though.

  Your hand pressed to his slick forehead now radiating heat, and feeling as if it could burn you like an open flame. At the touch of your blessedly cool hand, he hissed a low fuck through his gritted teeth, keening into your touch. You swallowed, hand tilting his cheek to look up at you when you asked, “Can I help?”  His hair was sticking up at all angles from the helmet being hastily pulled from his head, and he looked up at you and gave one weak nod, “Please.”

Upon looking at the desperation pooling in those dark eyes (those eyes you often were caught staring at) any small reservations evaporated from your body under his burning gaze. You swiftly reached out, mercifully helping him escape from the now too-tight pants, the bite of his zipper. The moment your skin brushed against the head of him he was bucking up against it. You had to reach the other hand out to steady yourself against his shoulder, another touch that jutted his hips and had him twitching into your grip.

“Is- is this helping?” you croaked out, struggling to swallow, struggling to contain the wave of arousal that was threatening to course through you. He nodded, chin slack against his chest as he watched your hand work against him, moving up and down against the veins seemingly trying to break through his skin. No thoughts went through his mind other than the knowledge that you were jerking him off and that it felt so good that he could cry in relief. But then something shuddered within him, something loud and fast like a wildfire, burning just as much, and hot thick ropes of cum spilled over your hand. He couldn’t even cry out, it happened so fast. His breath was coming out in loud pants, when a new thought, the thought that he had just come in maybe thirty seconds flashed through his mind but it was quickly replaced with the horrible realization that the feeling of being on fire wasn’t going away. It was getting worse, out of control, containment measures failed. At this, he let out a sob as his hips moved of their own volition into your still soothing grip. It wasn’t enough, he knew, you knew, it wasn’t enough.

 You stood, and he whimpered at the loss of your touch but all sound stopped in his throat when he watched you decisively unzip your pants and pull them down to your ankles underwear included, kicking off a boot, and one pant leg. When you straddled his lap he desperately pulled you down onto him, your exposed core grinding down where he wanted you, where he fucking needed you, that’s when he began to talk. Begging you to help him, saying that he’s sorry over and over, that he needs your help, incoherent babbling from a breaking mind, please it hurts so bad, I-I don’t, I can’t- fuck, I need you... All cool, calm, collectedness burnt to fucking ash. Just a man reduced to pure longing and want. A longing and want that might be what was threatening to kill him, not the toxin, just the build up over the days, weeks, months he had been around you threatening to crush him. He almost wants to die, this was never how it was supposed to be. He wanted it to be good for you, you deserve that, you deserve better, he could have given you better-

But now what was he? A heaving chest under a sweat soaked shirt beneath eyes that watch you like some feral animal. Hands wanting to claw at the clothing now so heavy, hot, and itchy against his burning skin, but instead were gripping onto your hips like it’s going to save him from burning to a crisp. The broken moans tearing their way from his throat when you line up his painfully hard cock to your entrance makes you throb, and then his choking cry as you slide down on him punches the air from your chest.

“Does this feel ok?” you panted out after a moment, struggling, trying not to drown in the pleasure of him stretching you, filling you. He couldn’t form the words, couldn’t even nod. His forehead falling to your shoulder in utter relief, mouth dropped open as he repeats your name over and over like an apology, a thanks, a goddamned prayer. How all he can do is sit there on the floor of some warehouse, back against a wall, the only thing resembling his usual strength is that ironclad hold he has on your hips as he helps you drag yourself up, then, accompanied by the tortuously obscene sounds of your wetness, back down. Brokenly pleading with you not to stop, don’t stop, fuck p-please don’t stop. You feel like molten heaven against his cock, your moans like angels (or devils, he’s too far gone to care at this point) singing through the blood rushing in his ears. One of your hands again steadies yourself on his shoulder, the other steadying him, an anchor point, with your achingly gentle hold on the nape of his damp neck (so gentle that it breaks his fucking heart, he wanted to give you more, you deserved more) as you ride him. Your hips rock once more, twice more, before his body seizes up with electricity that ricochets up his spinal cord and reverberates through his skull. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips, teeth grinding and eyes slamming shut, as he releases inside of you with a shattered cry. The sound of you gasping, now clutching, raking your fingers into him, has his hips continuing their rutting up into you, pushing his cum as deep as he can within your walls.

He stills for 10 seconds at most, panting breaths thunderous between you two, before pulling you into his chest, his hips slamming up into you, hard and hot as if he didn’t just fuck you until he could see every neuron firing behind his eyes. His hot open mouth finds your shocked one in a perfectly surprised “o,” more apologies pushing from his lungs and into yours between loud wet kisses as he listens (is blessed with thank you God) to you beginning to come apart. You couldn’t help it, as you ground down into his thrusts, even though you knew the threatening climax was going to be terrifying. Your breathing was ragged now as well, the air becoming harder and harder to drag into your lungs in between you cursing and moaning, and then- fucking hell- you’re at the precipice. Before you can even utter a syllable you are being flung over the edge. The pleasure rips through you, waves breaking against the rocky shore, with such intensity that it hurts, causing you to dig your nails into his skin, and bright spots to dance behind your closed eyes while the distant feeling of wetness registers from between you two. He explodes again with a gasp, feels you clench around him like a vice, his name, his real name, forcing its way from inside you and into his mouth with every pulse and it tastes so so good that he can’t stop, he never wants to stop, just filling you up until it drips from you, filling you with him because you’re his, his. Even when you both whimper and shudder with overstimulation, his arms shaking in their grip around you, he can only press his forehead to yours, rolling it desperately, as he begs for your forgiveness. I can’t stop, it won’t stop, I’ll make it good, please next time I’ll make it good.

“It is good,” you whisper to him with hitched breath from each thrust, trying to reassure him, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” You don’t know if he can hear you, his eyes are wild and don’t seem to even register that you are actually on top of him, that he’s inside of you, that he has made you yell out his name over and over and over. You don’t think he even knows what he is saying. Next time.

 His own voice comes to him from somewhere far away, through the flames licking at his mind, please- fuckin’ hell please, just a little more- I just need one more, I need you, please don’t stop, I don’t want to stop nearly unrecognizable as he comes inside you again and again and again.

It isn’t until the medevac came and he was sedated that what just happened began to sink in. For a week, a fucking week, he’s in critical condition. No one talks about it, at least not in the way you all did before this. You saved him, you’re told. You don’t want to think about it, if you think about it then you think about how good it felt, how fucked it is that it felt good, and how everything is gone. If you think about all he said, you’d overthink, give meaning where there was none. He probably won’t be able to look at you anymore. You went to see him that first day. You sat next to him for mere minutes before bolting, the fear of him waking up and looking at you with disgust, telling you to get out in that icy voice you knew so well, sent you running straight to the mats to train until you wanted to scream. That’s all you did now, and that was where you decided you would stay until you died. That is until someone came and found you, told you he was awake, and that he had asked for you. The whole walk to the infirmary had adrenaline coursing through you, you wanted to run, to fight, to freeze right there in the hall and never move another fucking muscle. The thought of losing him, him being there but not wanting to be near you anymore made you feel sick. It had been so long, so long of repressing those feelings that flared in your chest when he smiled at you during sparring, the feeling of him seated next to you on a flight, his eyes catching yours just so you could stay with him. Well, you thought with dripping ire, that had literally and figuratively been fucked now hadn’t it?  

You knocked, heard his gruff voice, and entered. You stopped dead in your tracks three steps into the room after mistakenly looking up and finding him staring at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed, looking like he was about to head out on another call. You were desperately trying not to shake but your hands gave you away. You could take on a man twice your size without batting an eye but this?- you were terrified.

The moment you walked into the room, all his time that morning when he first woke thinking about what he would say to you, how he could face you, was knocked from his mind. You had saved his life. He never wanted that. He wanted to give it to you, it was yours after all. He didn’t know when it had become yours, every single part of him, but if he had to wager a guess it was the moment he found you in his life. And it might all be ruined.

The memories had started coming to him immediately after waking up, almost more clear and real now than in the moment.  It jolted him awake so hard that the attending ran into the room for fear that his hammering heart had in fact given out. Once his breathing had calmed a little, he tried to sift through the fog. His recall of the smell of you, the arousal dripping from between your legs, mixed with your sweat and the familiar scent of your grapefruit and ginger shampoo, nearly pulled a groan from his chest. The soft touch of your hands, cool and strong against the fire that spread through his blood, had brought him back. The feeling of you breaking, the soft whines, the way you said his name… the things he had said, he couldn’t just shut the fuck up could he?

He had to bring his hands up to cover his eyes, willing the images to go away, just for a moment, please, he just needed some time, if only he had time- next time. Next time, he had told you. A desperate promise, a reassurance, trying to tell you that it wasn’t just the chemical coursing through him, it wasn’t just his hijacked nervous system. Did she know? Did she understand? That’s when he asked for you, without thinking, just wanting to see you, to explain. He had never been good with words unless it was biting sarcasm across comms or coolly delivering ultimatums in an interrogation. Then he remembered, the thing that sent his heart barreling through his chest for the second time, the machine next to him screaming. It is good, you had said, it’s ok, it’s ok, you had whispered.  

He ripped the monitors off his chest, ignoring the doctor's protestations, found the clothes that had been brought in for him and got dressed. Now that you were standing here before him he was unsure. You looked scared, and he could count on one hand all the times he had seen you in such a state.

His staring was unnerving, more unnerving than if he had shouted, yelled, grabbed you, anything but this, this was fucking torture. You had to leave, just get off base, go somewhere, anywhere but here- the sudden sound of your name shook you from the reverie. The tone had your eyes finding his immediately.

He stayed seated, scared that if he stood, if he made his way to you, you would run, and you both knew that you were much quicker than him. If you ran, if you left, he would never catch up.  Only when his knuckles began to ache did he realize how tightly he was gripping the edge of the mattress in an effort to keep himself there. It was hard to look at you and not remember the way you had looked when you pressed your hand to his forehead, when you had thrown your head back in pleasure, when you had grabbed his face when he was too exhausted to continue but thankfully no longer felt like he was burning alive. It was hard to remember and not stride across the room and hold you. He took a breath and forced his shoulders to relax in a way that he had done so many times before.

“I-,” he started, his voice cutting through the room, his normal voice, the one you recognized as him and it set you slightly at ease from sheer familiarity, “I’m so sorry.” Now he had to turn his eyes downcast.

“What?” Your response, the shock in your voice, forced him to look at you again. Your hands itched at your sides, confusion rippling across your face.

His eyes narrowed, he knew you so well. Always blaming yourself. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I’m sorry that happened, I’m sorry you were put in that position,” the word choice made him nearly cringe. He continued, “I never-I didn’t want it to happen that way.”

Your brain jolted, standing there in shocked silence, his words thundering through your ears accompanied by the pleading of next time.

He pressed on, desperately trying, “I know you, you’re going to think this was your fault. It wasn’t. There was nothing either of us could do, thank you for your, uh, help. Just- fuck, please just say some-,”

Shock still swept through you, the words escaped your mouth before you could think, “Did you mean it?” You figured by the way he leaned back that he knew what you were talking about. Then he held out a hand, palm up, an offering. Before you knew it, you had crossed the room, putting your hand in his and letting it gently pull you between his legs. His giant frame meant even sitting on the gurney that his gaze was level with yours, and those eyes searched your own when one word sounded through the room.

“Yes.”

This word broke you. One fucking word, one word that answered every glance between you two, every smile shared, a word you brokenly whispered into the night when you had a hand between your legs thinking about him knowing you shouldn’t. You hadn’t cried all week, but now the giant tears rolling down your cheeks felt like a release. When his free hand, warm and rough, swiped them away you couldn’t help leaning into it, just as he had done. All tension, all fear, dissipated from the room. That hand continued to just below your ear, cupping your neck, and gently pulling you forward to press his head against yours, eyes shutting, just resting there against each other in the moment.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” you sighed.

You could feel the smirk that you knew was slipping across his mouth.

“Well, I did say next time.”

This time when you rode him with the small bed creaking beneath the movements, he stopped you any time you tried to speed up (it was your turn to beg and plead), keeping you at a languid torturous pace. That way the bastard had all the time in the world to whisper into your mouth, letting you taste each word, all the things he would do to you next time and all the times after that.

Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think! :)

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[acciopietro]

Ok so I just read your “Bad Idea” smut and it was amazing! Can you do one where the roles are reversed? Like y/n has the sex pollen infect her?

combining with request #2: Hey 🧍🏻‍♀️ this is my first time ever requesting smut so- I feel super awkward 😅, I was wondering if you could write Pietro maximoff eating (fem?) reader out on a couch (or gn reader, anything you want :)

a week’s isolation - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: the strange plant thor brought to earth from asgard is housed in the lab on the upmost floor of the compound, it’s pollen safely contained; your room, however, is right below it. too bad they forgot to seal the vents.

word count: 3,878

tw: smut smut smut. oral (f receiving). apologizing in advance. both parties are 18+ and consenting adults!!!!

a/n: takes place in between the age of ultron/civil war era. pietro and wanda are adults but still young! i haven’t written smut in such a long time so forgive me for the long time it took to get this posted. i get embarrassed when writing shit like this so it takes me twice as long since after every word i have to close my computer and take a lap around my room. hope u enjoy :)

“DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?” FINISHED BANNER as he stood before the team, his face flushed and his eyes wide. Pietro had been half-listening for the first portion of the man’s speech, but at the sound of the words “highly dangerous” and “do not go near it”, his interest had been inevitably piqued.

Pietro fiddled with the string bracelet on his wrist, eyes drifting across the long, meeting table. You were sat next to the head of the table, hair daintily curved along the edges of your face, hands folded on the edge of the table, lips pressed together in thought. He blinked before he could get too lost in you; it had happened before and he didn’t feel like getting caught staring again.

A chorus of yes’s and head nods washed over the team, followed by a short moment of awkward silence as they individually considered the strangeness of the situation that was now in their midst. Pietro sent a tired glance to Wanda, who rolled her eyes and mouthed Pay attention!

“I need you all to seriously recognize the dangers this plant might cause,” Banner went on after the group gave their half-assed acknowledgements of their understanding. “Thor brought this here on accident, and it is only he and other Asgardians that are immune to it. We’re only trying to find a proper, safe way of disposing it, maybe even using a way to harness it’s pollen without... well, killing ourselves.”

“Why can’t Thor just bring it back up to Asgard?” Barton asked, scratching his chin. Shifting in his chair, he said, “I feel like that should be discussed.”

“The issue with that, Barton, is that it’s pollen has already begun to cling onto other things. Our plants, here on Earth, need some kind of vector to move their pollen from place to place, like insects or wind. On Asgard, or at least with this plant, it’s very different,” Banner explained. “The pollen acts almost like a virus, one that clings onto surfaces and grows. We don’t know how to kill this virus, so it’s harder to manage than normal pollen.”

Pietro watched you raise your hand; always so quiet, so polite, you were. It was endearing, he thought, watching you always behave so accordingly. The only time he ever saw you lose yourself was in the heat of a fight, when fists would fly and guns were drawn. It was a treat to see you in such a state, a rarity.

“Y/N? You have a question?”

“The pollen isn’t spreading into the compound, is it?” you asked carefully, something in your voice telling Pietro you were nervous. “Should I be worried?”

“No, we’ve done our very best to contain it,” Banner reassured you; Pietro watched your shoulders deflate. “As long as you all stay away from the lab, you’ll be just fine. And anyone who enters the lab will need to wear facial coverings. I’d even go as far as to say we should invest in more hazmat suits.”

“It’s not that extreme, is it?” Steve Rogers asked in disbelief. “I mean, hazmat suits? C’mon, Banner, what’s the big fuss?”

“The big fuss?” Banner gave a dry scoff. “The big fuss, Cap, is that if you’re exposed to the pollen, it’ll make your mind go into such a sex-driven frenzy that you’ll lose touch with goddamn reality! Do you want that? Because I seriously doubt you want that!”

A wave of silence washed over the room. Steve pressed his lips in a thin line, his nose dusted pink, and said nothing in response, only slowly shaking his head.

“We get it,” Natasha Romanoff spoke up after everyone spent a moment of clearing their throats and adjusting their chairs. “Stay away from big, scary plant.”

Bruce opened his mouth to keep going, but Tony Stark placed a hand on his shoulder.

“They get it,” Stark said. “We’ll change the password to the lab, anyways. J.A.R.V.I.S. will make sure no one goes in.”

All the members fizzled off, going their separate ways. Banner, Stark, and Thor ventured up towards the lab, the latter the only one not donned in a white hazmat suit. Wanda scooted her chair closer to yours, nudging your shoulder.

“Interesting, huh?” she commented. “Wonder what they do with them in Asgard.”

“S’probably like a drug,” Pietro chimed in, dragging his chair towards the two girls’ and sitting backwards on it, legs spread, hands dangling on the back of the chair. You crossed your legs, one folded gingerly over the other, the glossy black toe of your Mary Janes brushing his knee. “No doubt they get a shit ton of that pollen stuff and sell it.”

“I thought Asgardians were immune to it?” you said. Pietro paused.

“Well, maybe if they take a lot of it, it’s like that weird stuff you Americans have. Viagra. Helps it stay up, you know,” Pietro joked, to which Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. “What? Just a hypothesis.”

“Don’t be so crude,” Wanda chastised him. You giggled, the apples of your cheeks rose dusted. Pietro’s lips curled up at your reaction; you glanced over at him, matching his smile, before glancing back down at your lap. “Let’s just stay away from the lab for next few weeks or so. Play it safe.”

“I wanna see it,” Pietro ran a hand through the icy blonde tips of his hair. Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m curious now, y’know? I mean, what’s a sex plant supposed to even look like?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, Pietro,” you told him carefully, the sound of his name rolling so easily off your tongue that he almost felt goosebumps trail up his forearms. He smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“But satisfaction brought it back,” he finished the quote for you, raising an eyebrow. Your lips twitched, shaking your head a bit and looking away from him. Wanda rolled her eyes, patting you twice on the knee before standing up, strawberry-blonde hair tucked behind her ears.

“I’m going to find Vis,” she announced, the leather of her red jacket swishing against her waist. “I’m tired of this plant talk.”

“Your loss,” Pietro called after her as she walked off. She turned around and stuck her tongue out childishly before lifting a single hand; with a swirl of red light, the door slammed shut behind her. Glancing back at you, Pietro grinned. “You can’t tell me you’re not just the tiniest bit curious.”

“Of course I’m curious,” you told him, leaning forward a bit in excitement as you shifted around; the scoop neck of your black tee sat low on your chest as you moved, and he fought to keep his sights on your eyes. “But, it’s not worth the risk. Not in my opinion, at least.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro shrugged. “Maybe I’ll grab ahold of one of those hazmat suits and head in there myself. Just to take a look.”

You sent him a look and sighed, “Just don’t be stupid.”

Pietro gave a toothy grin. “Oh, Y/N. When have I ever been stupid?”

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THE NEXT MORNING, PIETRO WAS bewildered to see you absent from the kitchen. Typically, you’d wake up way before he did, and he’d find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and a book, silently reading. Vision sometimes would join you, or on certain days when Peter Parker would come round, Pietro would find you chatting away with him at the table. This specific morning, however, you were not there. Vision was sitting on his own, a copy of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in front of him; a cold cup of coffee was sat in front of the empty chair.

“Buna dimineata,” Vision greeted in Sokovian, not looking up from his book. Pietro rubbed the sleep from his pale eyes and glanced at Y/N’s empty chair. “I presume you are curious as to where Y/N is.”

“Where is she?” Pietro asked, retying the white strings of his plaid blue and silver pajama pants. Vision glanced up at the cold cup of coffee, staring at it until it lifted into the air and carried itself towards the sink, dumping itself out and sitting on the chrome interior of the sink.

“I poured that for her, but she had yet to arrive,” Vision explained. Pietro furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest where the white tank top he wore to sleep was wrinkled up. “I sought for Captain Rogers and he revealed to me that she’s been quarantined to her room.”

“Quarantined?” Pietro repeated, the word sounding uncomfortable on his tongue. He cursed under his breath before tentatively asking, “What for?”

Vision closed Walden and set it down on the table, letting out a simple breath and shifting his eyes to meet Pietro’s.

“It seems that the laboratory and Y/N’s room share an air vent,” he said. Pietro said nothing, not following. Vision stood up, tucking the chair back under the table and holding Walden with one hand. “They sealed off that mysterious plant, however they seem to have forgotten the air vent underneath the desk it’s planted on. That air vent just so happened to empty into Y/N’s room.”

“The pollen,” Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose. “O, la naiba...”

“So it’s just wise, according to Banner, that she is confined to her room,” Vision gave Pietro look, bowing his head forward as though he knew something he wasn’t supposed to. “Which means you must leave her alone until she has recovered.”

Pietro let out a sigh before moving his eyes away from version, clenching his jaw and thinking; maybe there was a way he could get into your room without getting infected by the pollen himself, even if it was just to talk with you. The idea of you being all cooped up there by yourself made his heart clench, but he also couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the effects the pollen was having on you. 

“Pietro,” Vision said, and Pietro met his eyes. “Do not try and see her. We don’t know how much pollen is still in that room.”

Pietro rolled his eyes and left the room, not letting Vision interrupt his brainstorming. Banner had been extreme in his warnings about the effects, but how sexually-frustrated could the damn thing make a person? Besides, you were tough. He was sure it wasn’t too bad.

And it wasn’t. But after a week, he started getting anxious. Your room was entirely off limits, the only people going in out being Banner, to asses the situation, and Steve Rogers, to talk to you. You had always been close with Rogers, however, Pietro wished Banner could lend him one of those masks so he could see you. 

One evening, Pietro couldn’t sleep. The more he laid in bed, pale eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling, the more he thought about you, cooped up in your room and probably in an unimaginable amount of pain. It had been a week and change already, and this isolation was sure to be driving you mad. He swung his legs around so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, and he paused. 

Maybe this is a bad idea, he thought to himself as his legs carried him towards his door, Like, a really bad idea. He hand was still clasping over the doorknob and twisting, despite that little voice in the back of his head asking if this idea of his could potentially end badly.... or, he could end up helping you out. He couldn’t imagine being isolated for so long.

By the time he reached the outside of your bedroom, he paused, his knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. He could hear you from outside, moaning and groaning in pain. His heart ached and he knocked.

The moaning stopped and Pietro gulped. “Hey, dragă...”

“Pietro?” you asked from inside. “You shouldn’t...” you paused, and he heard the sound of your bedsheets rustling. “You shouldn’t be near here...”

“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to see you.”

“Banner says it might be contagious,” you replied sadly. He could hear you frown. “I don’t want you to catch it.”

“It’s been over a week,” Pietro rolled his eyes. “I doubt it’s still airborne. Most viruses don’t last in the air for that long.”

“I guess,” you fell silent. More rustling. Pietro sighed and put his hand over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, he twisting and opened it.

You were a sight to see, that’s for sure. Half your body was covered by the white comforter, and the parts of you that weren’t were clad in a small tank top and small pajama shorts. The ceiling fan was on top speed, and there were two other fans propped up in the room, each pointing towards the bed. 

Your face was a bright red, same with your chest, and your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of your face. But your eyes, that had previously been half-lidded, widened considerably when you saw Pietro open the door before you threw the entire blanket over yourself.

“You can’t be in here!” you shrilled. “You’ll catch it!”

You felt a hand grasp onto the blanket, slowly pulling it down and off of you. Pietro, his hair tousled by his hand and his lips curved into a gentle smile, let out a small laugh.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m, like, superhuman. I think I’ll be okay. Let’s go get some water.”

You hesitated, letting him slide the blanket off you. You clenched your jaw, cheeks flushing scarlet as your eyes raked him up and down; he was clad in a thin white tank top that was maybe a size too small, and white-and-blue pajama pants that hung low on his waist. Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed and got to your feet.

You walked behind him, scared to get too close. Pietro could see your hesitation to the leave the room, as well as your hesitation to touch anything. 

“C’mon, dragă,” Pietro laughed at you. “It’s okay. I feel fine. You’re not going to get me sick.”

“We don’t know that,” you took another heavy breath, keeping your eyes off of him. The flushing of your face made it hard to breathe and the twisting in your lower abdomen was making your head whirl. The muscles of his back flexing every five seconds as he reached up in the cabinets for a cup was not helping. You gulped. “I need to sit down...”

“All right,” Pietro glanced back at you, holding the two cups of ice water. “You okay?”

“None of the medicines work,” you mumbled, hesitantly taking the from him. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring at you. You felt your neck get hotter and glancing down at your lap. “I just gets worse.”

“What does?” Pietro asked curiously. “What’s the issue? Nauseous? Headache?”

“Erm,” you took a shaky breath and squeezed your legs together. “Hard to explain. The plant, the one from Asgard that did this... it’s... it’s kind of odd...”

Pietro raised a brow. You had a death grip on both your cup and the couch cushion. Face beet red, you took a sip from your trembling hand, avoiding his inquisitive stare.

“How so?” Pietro asked.

“I don’t really know,” you mumbled. “Banner said it’s got these, like... coitus pheromones? I don’t really know what that word means, but he refuses to elaborate.”

It was Pietro’s turn to feel his cheeks grow hot. The word was the same in Sokovian, and he knew it was a fancy term for sex, but he was shocked that you didn’t know. You were supposed to be the smart one.

“Y/N... you don’t remember what it means?” he asked carefully. You shook your head.

“Do you?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Pietro bit the inside of his cheek. No wonder you were gripping the couch like a lifeline. This whole time, he had assumed you were moaning and groaning because of pain. His chest felt hot. “What’s it mean?”

“It means sex, Y/N,” he told you slowly. “If Banner says it’s got “coitus pheromones”, that means it’s like... it really is like alien viagra. Like I had joked about before…”

He saw your eyes grow wide, your chest beginning to rise and fall with greater speed. You averted your eyes away from him in almost an instant, pressing your lips together in a thin line and shrinking back as though to pretend he were not there.

“Great,” you mumbled. Pietro shrugged.

“S’not like you didn’t know what it did,” he said honestly. “You’ve been feeling like this for more than a week, you’ve had to have some idea. Probably driving you up a wall, huh?”

You gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

Pietro stared at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “I could help you. If you wanted me to.”

You gave him a very odd look, brows furrowing just a bit. The air felt warmer, as though someone had turned off the A/C. “What?”

“You heard me,” Pietro muttered, and now it was his turn to shrink back, his back hunching. “Only if you want...”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. Pietro pursed his lips. 

“You’re not,” Pietro said simply. “I’m asking you if you want me to help you.”

“I...” you bit the inside of your cheek, and he watched you take a deep, steady breath. “Of course I want you to.”

“Well...” Pietro trailed off, staring at you, awaiting your word. His knees were practically touching yours, the head radiating off of him making you grip the couch tighter.

“Well, what?” you asked. His hand left where it had previously rested on his lap and latched onto your knee, sliding upwards at a snail’s pace.

“Can I?” he asked softly. “Help you?”

You glanced down at where his hand rested on your thigh. Back up at his eyes. Jesus christ.

“Yes.”

You could’ve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards, a half-smirk half-smile fighting to curl onto his face. You didn’t bother dwelling on it, though, considering you were too focused on the fact that his other hand was on your other thigh, his hands sliding up and down your leg leisurely before coming back down onto your knees.

He pushed your knees apart, his calloused fingers digging into your bare skin, pale blue eyes never leaving yours. You took another shaky breath, swallowing anxiously. He lowered himself off of the coffee table he had been sitting on, kneeling in between your knees. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging on the hem.

“Y’know these gotta go, right?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Mmhm,” you gulped and did nothing for a second, but as he continued to tug on them, you took the top elastic and pulled it down until it reached his hands. He did the rest of the work, discarding them beside where he knelt.

Your underwear was a light blue, which just so happened to be Pietro’s favorite color (this was a coincidence, you swear). He hummed in approval and spread your knees apart wider. His eyes darted down, spotting the darkened patch of fabric right over her sex. He gave a smirk and snapped his eyes back up to yours again.

Saying nothing, he brought his hand closer to you, running his index finger up and down the darkened fabric. You shuddered. He was barely putting pressure on you, but it seemed the pollen was making even the slightest touch feel a million times more intense than it was.

“These also have to go. As much as I like ‘em,” he said, tugging on the azure fabric of your panties. You felt yourself smile a bit. 

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, but grabbed the hem and pulled down down. Pietro grabbed them off of your ankles, and lifted them up in front of his eyes.

“Can I keep these?” he asked. You kicked him with your foot.

“Creep,” you said. He chuckled and put them on top fo your discarded pajama shorts. “Can you please just...”

“Just do what?”

You huffed and mumbled something unintelligible. He pressed his thumb to your clit rather harshly, moving in small, quick circles.

“What was that?” He asked as you gasped, hands grappling at the edge of the sofa. “What do you want?”

“Everything,” you breathed, your stomach fluttering. Pietro hummed.

“Well, I don’t have time to give you everything, but I can give you a... what do you call it? A taste?"

And then, before she could say anything more, he dove forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He skillfully traced his tongue up and down the length of your slit before returning to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You slithered a hand down to tangle in his hair, grasping at the white-blonde locks.

“Christ, Piet,” you breathed. You felt him smile before he lifted his mouth up for a second, licking his lips. Locking eyes with you, he brought himself back down to trace circles around your entrance with his tongue. Without a second to waste, he brought his hand up and plunged his index finger inside, pulling it out to only shove it back in over and over again.

Your head fell back onto the cushion of the couch, back arching, one hand grappling at the back of its foundations while the other grasped onto Pietro’s hair. Pietro’s eyes flickered back and forth between your half-lidded eyes and the finger that was moving in and out of you, and with a rush of adrenaline, he shoved his middle finger inside, too.

Curling his fingers, he brought his mouth to your clit. “Close, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” was all you could find words for, the combination between his fingers and his mouth making your vision go blurry and your mind go blank. “Uh-huh.”

“C’mon, dragă,” he coaxed, his words slightly muffled by his lips being pressed to your clit. “Give it to me.”

Back arching, the coil inside of your lower abdomen finally began to unravel at high speed, body spasming over his long fingers as pretty moans slipped from between your lips. Pietro was grinning as he sucked at your cunt, feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers as you orgasmed.

When the noises from you ceased, and your breathing began to slow, he pulled his fingers out and sat upright. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and just as they locked, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You shivered.

“Feel better?” he asked casually. You paused.

“Yeah,” you said in shock. “I actually do.”

“Told you,” he smirked. You smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

“Of course,” he replied, getting off his knees and sitting beside you, handing you your underwear and shorts. “Would’ve done it even without the pollen, y’know.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. He gave a firm nod. “I’ll have to take you up on that, then.”

--

translation:

“Buna dimineata.” - Good morning

“O, la naiba.” - Oh, damn it.

“Dragă.” - Darling, Sweetheart, Love

taglist:

@childishnewt @mcximffs @minbeatriz16 @slvtforfictionalcharacters @kaqua @thorrealgf @pagesbetweensheets @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @eichenhouseproperty @niallhoransupremacy @criesinlies @fairydxll @cassiestars777

a/n: this is painfully unedited im sorry. 

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[finnickyslut]

Ok, so there is a "class of 2006" banner when Oliver arrives at Oxford. Per Emerald, main/Saltburn portion happens summer 2007. If I remember correctly, Felix's headstone had him born in '87.

So Oliver is 18-19 and Felix 19-20.

So something like ⬆️ that.

Please forgive me while I ugly cry. They're fucking babies, they're drowning in hormone soup, trying to doggy paddle and failing miserably.

Seriously, I knew intellectually, but I'm looking at these faces, then thinking of people I know at the age of 18 and suddenly all the idiocy, self-absorbedness, tantrum-throwing, meltdowns, lack of impulse control, and inability to calculate consequences are like "well, duh".

#saltburn

[umadosedepascal]

COME FIND ME | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | PART V

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

summary: Pedro promised you a weekend, but an unforeseen event changes everything. Maybe he's a fan of surprises, maybe he can find you.

warnings/rating: [spitting][oral sex m receiving][semi public sex][hide games][teasing][surprise][unprotected sex][mutual masturbation]

w/c: 4k

You have never slept so well in your entire life, the bed is in fact as good as Pedro had told you, but what made this night's sleep so good and special was not the extremely comfortable expensive mattress or the 5000 thread Egyptian cotton sheets, but rather the warmth of his body. When he said he wouldn't mind having you in his room after leaving your bed soaked because the bathtub, he was serious, so serious that he refused to leave the room without you. “I didn't take you out of your comfort at home, to let you sleep in a wet bed... let's go.” And so you slept like you had never slept before, with your body glued to his, feeling the warmth of his body, the smell and the hot breath on your neck.

He got up early, the sun had barely come out, and you are pretty sure he was still half asleep when he said goodbye before going, giving you a long kiss and caressing your face.

"It's going to be a long day, you know.. so enjoy the hotel a little, ok?.. I'll be back around 7pm.. be ready, let's have dinner" He spoke softly, almost whispering, and it took you a few seconds to understand, after he left, the last sentence he said, a dinner...

You stayed in his bed for a few more hours, the smell of him stuck to the sheets didn't let you out, you kept thinking about the last night and caught yourself sinking your face into the pillow laughing alone, remembering how the night started and how it ended, you were so tired that you fell asleep in each other's arms, all much better than you could imagine. You didn't want to leave his room, but you needed to, outside seemed to be beautiful, you had to enjoy it a little, the hotel has everything, and well, you need to keep the appearance of a tourist.

You sneak out of his room and go straight to yours without anyone noticing, you lie in bed and at this point it's totally dry, thinking about the thousand things that happened in such a short time, all in flash's, but a specific thought comes back all the time and makes you nervous, that butterflies in your stomach...

_A dinner_ your thought goes back and forth in these two words, so an idea arises, go to the hotel's SPA and do everything that is available there.

When you’re closing the robe ready to leave the locker room to go to the sauna, your phone vibrates and when you see that it's a message from Pedro your heart jumps in your throat, you unlock the screen with a silly smile on your lips but the following words take away your glow immediately.

"Hey babe I have bad news...the cast have scheduled a dinner, I tried to escape but unfortunately I have to go, some important people from the production. Forgive me I'm feeling like shit"

You sigh in defeat but you don't let it show, you just answer that it's okay, that you can have dinner tomorrow. You give up going to the sauna and return to the room, you open the door and go back to bed, sighing thinking about how you wanted to go to dinner with him. But you end up falling asleep thinking about it.

You wake up with your phone vibrating near your face, trying to get used to the bright screen, you open the conversation and see the pic he sent you, he is together with the cast. God he looks beautiful, jeans, button opened dark gray shirt , giving a breathtaking view of his neck, glasses and that messy hair, another pic right after, he making an annoyed silly face, but looking well at this pic you see the menu on the table, you zoom in and see the restaurant’s name.

_Pascal, you shouldn't have let me see where you are... Are you a fan of surprises? _

You get quickly and look for the best clothes you brought for the trip. You get dressed, put on some makeup and go out to the lobby, take a taxi and go straight to the restaurant.

You arrive at the door thinking -why did I do that? He'll be pissed when he sees me...

_Anyway, a little provocation is no big deal._

The hostess receives you and asks "do you have a reservation?" You giggle and say "no..I just came for the drinks, as a recommendation..."

She nods and with a smile on her face she says "I can suggest to you then the lounge bar, please follow me."

You follow her around the restaurant with wide eyes, looking at all the tables occupied and no Pedro.

You sit at the bar and the bartender gives you the drinks menu, so you ask him to make me the specialty. Red berries on rum.

You get another message from him "I wish I could be with you in this place, it's so cool.."

You giggle and try to look for him once again, your eyes sweeping the salon.

Behind the bar you see him, your heart speeds up.

-I found you-

But how to draw attention?

The bartender approaches again and asks if the drink is good.

You soon smile and answer "this is delicious, let me try another one?"

From a distance, you see Pedro looking away from people in front of him at the table and then his eyes find you, he half-closes his gaze on me, his eyes passing all over your body.

You have fun seeing him totally restless on the chair, his hands don't stand still, he moves the napkin, turns the glass between his fingers, it's as if you can hear his breath panting while discreetly looking at me, he can barely concentrate on the conversation with the people at the table, and from here you can see perfectly him picking up the phone and typing fast while the people around him try to get him back to the conversation, he just nods and finishes typing, putting the phone with a little force on the table, you know exactly what he is doing, and the next minute you notice your phone vibrating, four messages, one after the other.

*Pedro P: You here. I could ask why, but I think I already know*

*Pedro P: Fuck*

*Pedro P: This outfit is a fucking tease, you shouldn't..*

*Pedro P: I can't barely focus here, what are you doing? *

You open the messages and give a small mocking smile, biting your lip, you know he is watching you while you read, and he expects you to answer him, but you don't do, instead you call the waiter and ask if there is any private dining room, you tell him that you intend to receive someone in a slightly more private place for business. The waiter leads you inside the restaurant, and as you walk, you can see over your shoulder Pedro following you with his eyes, he seems to want to get up from the chair, his hands on the arms of the chair giving impulse to follow you, but instead, someone calls his name once, twice, until he pays attention to the conversation again.

You am now in a beautiful and spacious lounge, alone, laughing and trying to imagine what he must be doing. The butterflies in your belly leaves you with a nice excitement, a good nervousness to know that he is on that table only in body, because I'm sure the thought is here. You are about to send him a message, but before your fingers type something, a message from him arrives first.

*Pedro P: Where are you??? *

*Pedro P: ??? *

*Pedro P: ?????? *

You want him here, but it can't be that easy. You could tell him where you are, ask the waiter to send a message, anything, but this would all be too easy for him, so you think of something that would surely make him get out of that chair to look for you. You lower the strap of your dress, leaving your boobs almost completely showing it, take a selfie and send it.

*I am here. Come find me :)*

You counted mentally, and thirty seconds later his answer arrives

*Pedro P: you better be well hidden*

*Pedro P: Fuck, this pic*

*Pedro P: I'm going to fucking kill you*

You feel your blood boiling when you read the last message, a shiver takes over your body, making you excited, anxious.

A waiter shows up, knocks on the door and asks if you accept one more drink, youorder two because you know that soon Pedro will find you. You ask the waiter to prepare the hookah for you, smoking will relax. You hope so.

You look at the hours and 5 minutes have passed, there was no more message from him, nothing, but you don't get nervous, you know he is looking for a gap to come to meet you.

15 minutes have passed and you hear steps outside, you straighten yourself on the couch and cross your legs, start smoking the hookah, the door opens and a frowning Pedro reveals himself, his right hand holding the door while the left he pinches his lip, you can't hold the laugh when you see him like that, his face is reddish, the messy hair and the glasses that were on his face, now rest on his head.

"You are a damn brat" he says and closes the door and approaches you, but he doesn't touch you, he just looks at you from top to bottom, his look burns you, hurts you. "I really wanted to come for dinner Pedro, I didn't understand your anger" you speak blinking your eyes with an innocent face. He sits in front of you, on the other sofa, only a center table separates us, the room seems to get smaller, warmer, he stretches his hand shaking two fingers asking for the hookah, you stand your hand and he smokes it, releasing the smoke so slowly that you get lost in his brown eyes through the smoke.

You get up and turn around the table, sit next to him and slide your right hand to the buttons of his shirt, playing between your fingers you look into his eyes laughing you say..

"Are you mad at me honey?"

He sighs and holds your hand, sliding our hands through his body, he lands your palm on his cock, and you can feel through the jeans how hard and hot he is, he looks you in the eyes and smokes again, Pedro never breaks the eye contact "I wanted to kill you from the moment I saw you... Fuck I wanted to throw you on the table and fuck you until you lose your voice"

When he says this he drops the hookah on the table and drags his hand through your right arm, climbing slowly, feeling your skin shiver to the touch he laughs "I like your body reaction" so he plays with the strap of your dress and drops it to the side, thus almost leaving you with the breast out, you just recline on the couch, offering your body to him.

Pedro gets up from the couch and goes towards the door saying "you shouldn't be here right now, you crazy!!!! Dammit" and locks the door, so no one can save you.

He turns coming towards you, pulling the sewing of the t-shirt to his lips, holding the fabric between his teeth, giving you an almost complete view of his tummy, he goes down his hand already opening the jeans button and lowering the zipper, releasing the t-shirt from his mouth.

“How did you find out about this place? You so sassy, really...” he says as he approaches you so slowly, he reaches for the hookah again, gives a puff, holds your face with his right hand and squeezes your cheek, approaching his mouth to yours he releases the smoke inside your mouth.

"You motherfucker.." he curses softly as his hand goes down from your face to your neck, shoulder until he reaches the neckline of the dress, reaching yours breasts he squeezes one hard making you whine.

“Im sorry, I though that would be fun..”

“Fun? This is way more than fun!” He whispers as his fingers roll through your nipple.

You slide a little and bite his neck, your lips going down a little more getting close to the collar of the t-shirt and without thinking you pull making him take off his shirt.

The glasses that were on his head goes to the floor as well and both of you laugh and you say "ahh you think this is funny huh?"

And he "noooo, you ruined my business dinner...you're going to suffer now...ha ha ha"

You get up, getting out of his hands, get down between his legs and pull his jeans down throwing it on the floor, you ask him to lie down on the couch, he obeys immediately.

You evaluate his look while he leans on the couch, the look does not deceive, those eyes catch fire, what didyou do to deserve this man in front of you like this? You thought

You gently walk your nails on his thighs and bend towards his cock, you pass your index finger on the elastic, teasing him, before he opens his mouth to give me orders, you lower his boxers, his cock jumping out hitting his tummy with a reddish tip already leaking pre cum. Your brain paralyzes when you see him like this, thrown on the couch, his legs slightly open, undies in the middle of his thighs, his cock twitching on top of his tummy. Without thinking you hold his cock by the base squeezing and feeling how hot it is, how it pulsates at your touch. Pedro pulls the hookah and brings it slowly, he likes what he sees, waiting for you to suck him, none of you says a word, it's just two hungry people waiting to see who attacks first.

You keep holding his cock in your hand, when you get your mouth up he moans in anticipation just to feel the warmth of your breath near his cock. Your mouth salivates remembering how good he tastes, he wants it more than anything, and you’ are so close, but you want to see him ask, you want him to beg me.

You bring your tongue close to his balls and climb so gently all over his shaft, you kiss his groin, climb your lips and lick his tummy where there is a precum spot, then you go down very slowly letting your teeth drag through his skin.

Putting your lips around his cock head, you look him in the eyes and put your tongue out, licking the wet tip, you feel your pussy pulse when you feel his bittersweet taste, you can see the muscles of his thigh contracting, he gasps making you realize how desperate he is for this.

"What do you want, huh? ... just tell me"

"I want you sucking me babe.. suck me slowly.. just do it"

His words were all you needed to hear, and the moment he says the last word, you start sucking slowly, his hand holding your hair dictating the rhythm he wants. He throws his head back and releases a growl that makes your pussy pulse "fuck... so good babe, your mouth is so fucking good..", every word he says excites you even more, you suck him a little faster now, loving how his cock fills your mouth, and you can feel your panties totally wet now. You put your tongue around the head of his cock and then suck everything until you choke feeling the taste of his pre cum, you spit on his cock and when you go to swallow again he growls while cursing me softly, totally immersed in pleasure, the hand clinging to your hair pulls you again, he doesn't want you to stop, but he knows that time is short, he can't take long. His look seems to catch fire, he sees you with your mouth shining, and the moment you smile at him with malice, he pulls you and holds your neck kissing you, feeling his taste through your lips, he whispers with his mouth glued to yours…

"Open your pretty little mouth love" you open your mouth putting yout tongue out looking at him, then he pushes his lips away and spits on your tongue, watching the saliva roll into your throat, he spits again and kisses you, biting your lip, his mouth dragging to your ear he says

"You spent the night teasing me, huh?" He goes down his lips to your neck, kissing and passing his tongue gently.. "You pulled me out of an important dinner, and you have to pay for it."

"Are you threatening or promising me?" You smile and stroke him again, every time your hand goes up you feel the precum accumulate you pass your thumb and bring to your lips, sucking as if they were the last candy in the world, looking into his eyes you suck slowly, biting your finger.

"You bitch I'm not kidding" he grabs your neck making you get up, he gets up together and pushes you to the couch, you stare at his body, he is hard pointing up with swollen lateral veins, trimmed hair, sexy tummy, red and panting chest, his hair looks more messy now and you want to mess them up more.

You get up and stand in front of him, looking into his eyes you undo the ties of the strap of the dress, making the fabric fall on your waist, Pedro holds your neck, he runs his nose through your jaw, dragging until his mouth reaches yours. Your kiss is messy, desperate, hungry.

"Take off the dress" he speaks in a crying tone, but he himself pulls down, causing him to fall into a puddle at your feet. He looks at you stunned when he realizes that you are without panties, he growls and says while his hand holds your neck..

"You still come without panties? Jesus, you're going to kill me"

He holds your breasts, squeezing massaging, so you feel the burning of his fingers squeezing your nipples, provoking you “Beg for me.. I want to hear you beg" he lowers his right hand, his nails scratching your skin, until he reaches your pussy, his middle finger playing with your clit, circling, he drags his finger up and down, you feel your body weakening, but you don't beg.

"Do you want to hear me beg? Try harder" he growls and sticks his finger in you, punching hard he pulls you by the neck with his left hand and slaps his lips on yours, biting you kissing licking his palm rubs on your clit, it's unbearable. Pedro swallows your moans and moans together when you squeeze his finger inside you.

He moves away and looks at you from above below, the mess you are, a dress on your feet, high heels, swollen red lips and shaggy hair, he smiles and sits on the couch, with his legs open he look at you in the eyes and pats his thigh and says low "Come here and ride my cock" your body trembles in anticipation, you hear your heartbeat in your ears. You walk to him and bend over supporting one hand on each shoulder you sit on his thighs, your pussy on his cock, if you raise your hip just a little bit you will have him inside you.

Pedro hold your hips and makes you rub yourself on his cock, as if your pussy was stroking him, he climbs his hands down your back and pulls you close, your breasts pressing on his chest, he kisses you, you keep going and coming with his hips, he moans and drags his tongue down you chin, neck until he has your nipple stuck between his teeth.

"Hmmm I could spend hours like this but now we can't... Be a good girl and ride it, huh?" Saying that his hands go down to your hip, slapping you in the ass he puts his right hand between your bodies, making you raise your hips, he holds his cock by the base, rubs and hits the tip of the cock on your clit and then you do what he wants, you beg.

"Please fuck me I need you inside me" the loud sound of the slap he leaves on your ass snaps and he growls and makes you sit on his cock "good girl fuck me like this"

You grind on his cock passing his hands through his wide sweaty chest, you stick your fingers between his already wet hair.. he looking up, half-open mouth, you pull between his teeth his lower lip, loose and lick talking softly between moans "you.. you are the kind of guy I always wished.."

Pedro tilts his head looking at you and say panting as he raises his hips to get more into you "hmm yeah, what could I ask more...Hmmm I need you to get off of me for a bit.."

You blink at him without understanding, but you sit next to him so you just listen to his order for you to be on all fours on top of center table "let's do rough style huh? Give your back to me..”

Crawling carefully you climb on the table, he throws a red pillow, you put it under your knees, feeling your heart racing, waiting for him, for what he will do, you look over your shoulder and see him standing, he spits on his hard dick, the saliva dripping while he makes movements up and down, looking at you, at your body.

He approaches and with his left hand squeezes your ass tigh while the other slaps you hard for a few moments, you beg him to trust it hard, he laughs and plays with you, rubbing the head through your clit "you are a fucking whore, the kind a whore I'd take home every night, cause you know what? Cause you hurt my feelings huh..”

Then you feel his cock slide into you grabbing your thighs and growling softly his hand rises until it reaches your clit, he makes circular movements, you feel your body tremble so he gives his word

“Cum to me, I'll cum into you..”

Someone knocks on the door one, two, three times "miss.. the restaurant is closing in 5 minutes l, sorry to bother you!"

Before Pedro lets you go, you hold his hand on your clit and force him to rub harder.

Pedro pulls your hair, making you stick your back to his chest he says in a low tone in your ear "Im cumming....fuuuck" you feel his hot jets inside you as he presses your clit you cum around his cock, biting your lips holding your moans..

Pedro comes out of you, letting out a grunt, he lifts you off the table, he puts on his boxers and pants and then he bends down and helps you put on the dress, his fingers passing through your skin until he reaches the shoulders, remaking the knot.

He holds your waist and lowers his head to distribute kisses and sucks on your neck, he speaks with his mouth glued to your skin "I see you in a bit at the hotel, you crazy shit.."

With a smile on his lips and a completely destroyed appearance, Pedro finishes dressing, he holds you in his arms, holds your hand kissing and biting, he kisses your lips and leaves the lounge.

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Love Lesson ~ Part Three

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Best Friend! Reader, Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Being an associate producer was never the goal but the stepping stone to be a writer. So when you work for Jimmy Fallon, you never know what will happen.  Or who you will meet...

Warnings: Language, Alcohol use

Song:

Part 3 of 3 Part 1 Here // Part 2 Here

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I don't consent to my work being copied or translated at all.

Love lesson # 5: always tell the person you love that you love them even when they might get pissed off or still be pissed off with you. You never know if it will be the last time you will.   

Eight months later 

It was four weeks to your wedding. You and Chris decided to get married at a quiet chapel in Winter time.  You had the crazy idea of getting married in the snow but everyone expected it from you.  

You took Scott, Carli, Shanna, and Sebastian to your final fitting since they all were in your wedding party. It was going to be small since you were an only child. “Intimate,” you told Chris.  Well as intimate as you could get when the entire Marvel cast would be in attendance.  

Your group sat around drinking champagne and chatting.  

“Ok,” Carly started, “who did Chris ask for a picture of YN in her dress?” Everyone raised their hands and started laughing.  

“Is she allowing pictures?” Scott asked.  

“She asked me to take a couple to send to her mom since she couldn’t make,” Sebastian said. He refilled his glass for the third time.  

“Ok!” you sang out. “Ready?”  

“Ready!”  

You walked out in your gown. Elegant wasn’t even close to describe the look. Your shoulders exposed lace covering the sweetheart neckline but connected to the sleeves down to your wrist. The ivory gown had an empire waist and flowed down to the floor to a chapel length train.  

Sebastian swallowed. You were beautiful and his heart still hurt.  He never told you what Lily had said and he was running out of time to talk to you. But did he really want to break up a marriage?  

You spin showing off the dress to the group to the delight of your crowd. Sebastian snapped out of it and took the photos as requested. As he took the photos, he got a message from Chris.  

C: $1000 if you give me a photo of my girl  S: not a chance  

He meant to talk to Chris, but the schedules didn’t allow them to talk. He wanted to confirm before he said anything to you. He threw back the third glass of champagne.  

“Seb, can you unzip me please?” You gave him big eyes and he forced his smile. You walked back into the dressing room humming as you went. “I’m so excited!” you squealed.  

“Well, you will look like a snow princess,” Sebastian said.  You beamed at him and turned around. Seb pulled the zipper down letting his finger run down your spine, taking an unguarded moment to feel you, the warmth, the softness of your skin. You dropped your smile and hitched your breath.  

“What are you doing?” 

“Îmi pare atât de rău! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.  YN, please forgive me.” Sebastian looked down and started to back up. You gave him a cold stare scared of what his intentions were with that move. He stopped and looked back at your shocked face. He went back to you. “YN, I have to tell you something…” 

You raced out of the bridal shop ignoring Chris’s family. You only lived a couple of blocks from the shop, so you were home in a matter of minutes. You threw the door open, and Chris jumped up startled putting his phone down. “Hey baby, you ok?”  

“Did you sleep with her?”  

“What?”  

“Lily. Lily James. Did you sleep with her?”  

“No baby. I told you.”  

“Then why is Sebastian telling me that Lily told him she went down on you in London?” Chris’s face blanched.  It was all you needed. “Oh my god. She did. She… you… you …” 

“I didn’t sleep with her.” Chris grabbed your arms as you tried to back away. “Baby I’m sorry. We were fighting and I was angry, and I got drunk. She was talking to me and she…” 

“She what? Offered to service you?”   

“I’m sorry YN. I was drunk and I wasn’t thinking.” He tried to pull you closer. 

“Let me go!”  You pushed him away. “We’re supposed to be getting married in four weeks!”  

“Please baby. I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t even look at you.”  You walked back out and slammed the door. You took the stairs down and flagged a cab. You didn’t know where to go but the first address that pops in your head is the one you give.  

Sebastian paced back and forth in his apartment. What had he done? His phone blew up with calls from Chris and Scott. He ignored everything. Lily called next. It seemed like everyone was calling him. Everyone except you.  He managed to send a message to you.  

S: I’m sorry. This wasn’t my story to tell.  

No response. You had ran so fast from the shop that he had to deal with Chris’s family. Carly immediately called Chris who said YN wasn’t there until he hung up suddenly.  Sebastian took off right after that.  

A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts. He assumed it was Chris, ready to kick his ass. His best man just outed him to his bride. He would have kicked his ass. Just wanting to get it over with, he didn’t check and just opened the door.  

What he didn’t expect was you. You with red eyes and holding a bottle of vodka. “YN?”  

“I want to drink. I figured it would be bad to do it in a bar. Will you help me?” 

He opened the door wider to let you in. You walked to his kitchen and pulled two glasses. He opened the bottle and poured. You clinked glasses and threw your glass back.  

“Can we at least eat some bread, so we won’t hurt in the morning?” 

“If you want. I don’t know if I have a fiancé or a home or a life tomorrow, so I’d rather be drunk.”  

“Don’t say that YN. What did he say?” 

“He was drunk. It was after a huge fight we had. Because that excuses everything.” You threw the second one back. Sebastian guided you to the couch to sit.  

“YN, what do you want to do?” 

“I don’t know. Seb, please just help me not feel right now, ok?”  

“Ok. Ok.” He poured you another drink, less than before trying to slow you down. He got some cheese and crackers for you to nibble on. It hurt to see you this way, the sparkle, the bubble of happy, popped and melted on the floor.  

“Seb?” 

“Yeah?”  

“How long did you know?” 

“A couple of weeks before you visited me in LA.”  

“Jesus. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“YN how could I make you so unhappy? I just did and I feel awful. I love you but I didn’t want to do this.”  

“What?” 

“Nothing YN. Here, drink some more.”  

You sat and drank with him occasionally bursting into tears. He held you as you cried. Chris kept calling the both of you but you didn’t answer.  Finally you fell asleep and Sebastian moved you to his guest room. He picked up his phone and called Chris.  

Seb?  

“She’s here with me Chris. She wanted to get drunk but didn’t want to do it alone.”  

Fuck. Ok. Should I get her?  

She’s sleeping. I’m trying to convince her to talk to you.  

Chris fell silent for a moment. Why did you do it?  Why didn’t you talk to me first? 

“You were lying, Chris. Don’t put this on me. This happens over a year ago.”  

I know. Fuck. It was a mistake.  

“I figured. But she deserved to know.  I’m going to head to bed. I’ll keep trying to talk to her.”  

Thanks Seb. You’re right. I should have told her.  

Seb closed his apartment and went to check on you one last time. You were sleeping peacefully and he smiled. You looked so innocent and young. He sighed and went to his own room and went to sleep.  

A few hours later Sebastian woke up to a quiet knocking on his door. He sat up and saw you in just his shirt. “YN?”  

You went up to him and straddled him. He swallowed hard. “What are you doing?”  

“You said you loved me.”  

“I do. Of course, I do. You’re my best friend.” He couldn’t help but run his hands up your legs. You groaned at his touch. “YN?”  

You leaned into him and kissed him. He ran his hands into your hair and on your waist pulling you in more.  When he pulled back and looked into your eyes. “We can’t do this.”  

“I don’t care.” The alcohol still coursed in both of your veins clouding the judgment you should have been using. Sebastian flipped you and had you on your back.  

Sebastian took in every touch every kiss that he could enjoy. He kissed his way around your skin after he got the shirt off.  He recorded your moans in his mind as the explores your body.  When he was finally in you, he swore he was in heaven. Your little noises, your sighs spurred him on.  When you both reached your peak, he had nothing on his mind but how amazing you felt in his arms.  

Until the morning.  

Because reality hit hard in the morning. You woke up, unsure of where you were. You glanced until you realized you weren’t alone in this bed. Sebastian was still asleep next to you. You gasped and realized what had happened. You jumped out of bed and crashed into the dresser. This got Sebastian awake.  

“Oh my god,” you whispered. Sebastian sat up and looked at you. “YN?” 

“I have to go.” You ran from the room into the guest room grabbing your clothes and dressing as fast as you could. Sebastian ran in.  

“YN, talk to me.”  

“This was a mistake, Sebastian. I’m still with Chris. Oh my god. What have I done?”  

“YN, you don’t have to go back to him if you don’t want. You can stay here with me.”  

“Stay here? I’m getting married in four weeks. And I just slept with his best friend. I have to go.” You grabbed your purse and went to the door.  

“Please YN, let me just say this. Please.”  

“No.” You couldn’t hear what he had to say. It would end badly.  You knew you loved Sebastian, but you loved Chris more. You had to tell Chris. “I’m sorry Sebastian.” You ran out the door.  

Sebastian ran his hands through his hair. It was his chance to be honest and tell you he was in love with you. And it was gone.  

You walked into your apartment the tears still streaming down your face. Chris sat up from the couch waking to the noise of the door opening. “YN?” 

“Hi Chris.”  

“Are you ok?”  

“No, I’m not. We need to talk, and I have to tell you something…” 

It was the night before your wedding. You were at the hotel, alone, wondering what the future would hold for you.  

Chris had been angry that you slept with Sebastian but couldn’t hold a grudge. He had basically done the same with Lily. You talked a lot that night and he made love to you, wanting to erase Sebastian from your mind and body.  

But here you were, the night before and you wished you knew that everything was going to be ok. A knock brings you back.  

“Sebastian?”  

You hadn’t seen him until tonight for the rehearsal dinner. Chris had gone to talk to him and they had worked out some of their issues. Chris knew Sebastian had been in love with his girl but this was mostly Chris’s fault. Had he been honest maybe you wouldn’t have ran into Sebastian’s arms.  

“YN, please don’t marry him. I love you. Leave with me. Please.”  

His eyes were pink from him holding back tears. The blue was soft right not the normal stormy blue grey.  

“I can’t.”  

“Why?”  

“I’m pregnant.”  

Sebastian stumbled back as if he had been punched. “Is it mine?” he whispered.  

“I don’t know. We just found out this morning.” You looked to the floor.  “Chris is mad because he doesn’t know either.”  

“I don’t care if it’s his. I would take care of the baby, no matter what. Please YN. I love you.”  

You had tears. “I love you too.” He smiled big. “But I love Chris too. I’m sorry.” You sobbed knowing this would be so hard. To give up on a love that had no chance to bloom.  Ești cel mai bun prieten al meu și nu vreau să te pierd. (You are my best friend and I don’t want to lose you.) 

Sebastian cried as well pulling you in to hold you. He was too late.  Nu voi înceta niciodată să te iubesc. voi fi mereu aici pentru tine. (I will never stop loving you. I’ll be here for you always.) 

“I need you to stand up there, Seb. We might be parents soon and this baby needs to know that their dads love them.”  

He nodded wiping his tears. He hugged you again after placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “I still love you.”  

“I still love you. I’m still really sorry.”  

A few weeks later… 

The wedding was beautiful. You committed yourself to Chris and he did to you. You promised again to be faithful, even with the new life growing in your belly.  

When you got back from your honeymoon, the three of you sat down to talk. It was uncomfortable to say the least. Chris glared at Sebastian, Sebastian was angry at the both of you.  

“Look, I know, I’m the one that screwed up,” you started, “but I want this baby and I want you both in their lives.  I don’t want to find out who the father is.  Let’s just raise this baby together.”  

“Together?” Chris scoffed. “Really?” 

“Chris, I married you remember?  Please don’t make this worse.”  

“Are you in love with him YN?  Is that why you want to do this?” 

“I love him as my best friend Chris. I’m sorry Sebastian but its true. Maybe if we had done things differently it would have changed but I won’t ever get to know that. Because you guys lied the whole time.  So, drop it. Now. If the baby wants to know the truth when they are older or if we need to save their life or something, we’ll find out.”  

Chris dropped the subject and Sebastian was happy to keep his best friend. They stood by you the entire pregnancy, electing not to find out what the gender was until they were born. Both Sebastian and Chris were in the room when Adeline Rose Stan-Evans made her debut. Chris chose the first name and Sebastian choose the middle one. You gave both last names but for the press she was just an Evans so that there would be no scandal to deal with.  

Sebastian elected to move to Sudbury to be closer to his daughter. You and Chris purchased a home with a back house where Sebastian moved into. This allowed Chris to have his family, like he always wanted, and Sebastian had something he didn’t know he wanted or would ever have.  

He realized that he was in love with the idea of you and what you and Chris had. You had been different from what he saw with Alejandra, and it grew from that want. To have a woman who would stand by his side, be his equal, not try to trump the next woman. A couple of years later he did find that.  And she accepted the quirky family dynamic he had with Chris, you and Adeline.  

Love lesson # 6: love comes in different shapes and sizes. Love the family you make for yourself not the one society tells you to have.

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[luminecent-sky]

How my team would interact in sagau: my mains

Just from the pic alone, its clear who my fave is.

Anyways, Ayaka is main dps, Barbara is healer(no kokofish yet, didnt have enough to get her after zhongli), Diluc is sub dps and Zhongli is sheild.

Ok now the interactions, with voicelines too!!!

A/n: i will be making one for all of my team comps, idk hot to tag this lol

tw. Yandere and cursing only in diluc's section

》 Kamisato Ayaka,

The first to be bestowed with a golden star.

Ayaka, gets along well with Barbara and Zhongli, hoewever when interacting with diluc she's a bit reserved. Because she knows i don't particularly like Diluc.

As my main, i may have spoiled her rotten.... giving her my first 5☆ weapon, the best artifacts i could get and even breaking my f2p status to get her costume.

Voicelines:

》About the Creator: Adored by the divine

Oh, you want to know when i got bleseed by the creator? Well it was when the first star showers began, in... April? was what the creator called it, anyways i am honored to be the first to receive the golden star and bringing honor to the Kamisato clan. The Almighty Shogun and Lady Guuji even hosted a celebration for this event.

》About the Creator: Honor

Being one of the first blessed is such an honor, i devote my entire being to their grace. What ever she needs i will become, be it her sword, her friend and dare i say it.... maybe even a lover. Everything i am is hers, my heart, my soul. I have travelled with her for so long that i know how to talk and help their grace should they ever come to teyvat.

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》 Barbara Gunnhilder

One of the original blessed, had been under the creator's blessing for the longest.

Barbara gets along with everyone, no matter what team she is placed in. Often seen with Ayaka and Diluc, because of their elemental compatibility.

As the one of the original 4☆ that we get in-game, she has been with me since the start. Her hydro vison helps Ayaka and Diluc do more damage and keeps them alive.

》About the Creator: Blessed by the divine

You know i always thought that the creator would abandon me after a while... It happened to Sir Kaeya, Xiangling and even Noelle. However she never did, i stayed, even gave me better artifacts, a better weapon.... So i decided that when their grace decides to finally decend I'll be one of the first to welcome her. To thank her for all she's given me.

》About the Creator: Worship

Ive learned a great deal of information about the creator, ive added it to the records of the divine in the church library. Most of the rituals we hold in the name of the creator is based on the information ive gotten. From the colors of the celebration to the items we offer. Ill make sure the creator won't have to lift a finger when she gets here, only the best for them. The price does not matter when the entirety of mondstat is willing to sacrifice everything for them.

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》 Diluc Ragnvindr

The second to be bestowed a golden star.

He's got a... complex relationship with everyone. He respects them all as he does with others, however watching them be favoured, cheered on and loved by the creator while he gets at most a "Oh you finally landed that hit, thank fuck." Or a "Damnnit Diluc- ugh I'll switch to Ayaka she would do better." Knowing that he is favoured but having the creator actually let him know are two different things.

Yes im mad at diluc cause he made me lose the xiao banner in june.. days before my birthday. He's very useful in my team but barely crits and stuff.

》About the creator: Unloved by the divine

Ah, about their grace... she doesn’t usually have anything good to say about me. However on the rare time she does i always keep it in my mind. I just have to work harder to earn their grace's forgiveness.

》About the creator: Determination

I have to get stronger so that their grace can finally feel confident in my abilities. I must prove that i can protect them. When the creator descends i can offer the dawn winery as a place of recidence for her. With her there, i can finally show that i am capable enough to be beside her. That one of the safest places in teyvat is by my side. They won't need anyone else to protect her anymore once she's within the manor.

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》 Zhongli - Rex lapis

The seventh to be bestowed a golden star

He gets along with everyone in the team often telling stories about his days as an archon. Always in the team and gfted the second golden weapon. Like barbara keeps the others alive.

Yeah he has primordial winged jade.... cause i got the weapon before xiao banner, and then lost i gave it to him. Somehow despite being on sheild build he crits almost constantly, has the record for my highest crit thus far. Of 62k

》About the creator: Archon blessed by the divine

About their grace? Well she is quite a lively woman. Ah you mean her blessings, to us archons being blessed by her is quite the honor, and as i am the only one she has blessed Barbatos and Ei have been understandably displeased. Buer is still acclimating to godhood after her imprisonment so she remains neutral about her opinion.

》 About the creator: Responsibility

As the oldest of the seven and only archon currently blessed i have made it my duty to serve her grace to the fullest. If she asks of it i shall even retrive my gnosis from Snezhnaya, her needs are of the utmost importance. Anything she desires, be it the rarest and finest jewels or the heads of those who displease her, all will be lain at her feet. When their grace decends i ahall return to my post as the archon and worship their grace with the people of liyue.

Tagging:

@meimeimeirin girl its here.

#sagau #tw yandere #genshin x reader #self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #writings from the cosmos: genshin

[apollo-just-ice]

Worsties siblings ily!!

(A lil meet some of the heroes art edit, and a fair bit of thoughts on these two!!)

Letizia and Bruno have been on the mind a lot lately…

Please forgive my hopefully not super jumbled copy and pasted thoughts from twitter below:

I still want Letizia to get a winter alt.

A TT story about her and Bruno competing to get Veronica the better gift would be so silly and good.

Maybe by the end they realize it’s easier if they work together - and it would make Veronica happier too (gasp, hints of reconciliation?!)

I’m soft we can always hint at reconciliation…

None of this is romantic ofc bc screw that implication in the story 😭😭

They are like siblings to me <3

The way they were both screwed over by the empire, which led to hatred, but Bruno met good people and grew beyond that hate, whereas Letizia was never able to get beyond her own & instead let it fuel her…

Ok I’m still thinking.

Heroes ocs kids banner.

The paralogues.

Zacharias, Alfonse, Sharena & Peony or Anna.

Letizia & Veronica.

Idk who the duo is, doesn’t matter.

We get some childhood lore andddd the final paralogue with all of them omg…

Sure it’s been a while but Letizia knows it’s him. I don’t think she’d outright say it but he’d be worried she was going to.

Def something like really questioning that his name is Zacharias…

Also a moment with him and Veronica.

Staring at each other, kind of a “you feel familiar” thing…

Hi IS hire me to write for you plz and thank you

AND THEN THE TEMPEST TRIALS

Would, uh, also be about them.

Hey I know this isn’t balanced character focus but this isn’t real either

Could be Zacharias and Letizia discussing things (ie her not giving away his identity & why - if I do eventually write dialogue for this, you will learn why lol) in the first half, and Zacharias & Veronica interactions in the 2nd half.

This would be especially interesting bc in my imagined dialogue for this, Letizia does plant the (overall good tbf) idea for Zacharias to not tell Veronica who he really is.

With her being so young and all, it’d be hard to ensure she’d keep it a secret.

So they have this conversation and only he knows that they’re brother and sister. Ough yeah. Yeahhh man.

And that’s allllll for now!! Thank you they could have such an interesting dynamic to be explored more…

#feh #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #fe heroes #feh bruno #bruno feh #feh zacharias #zacharias feh #feh letizia #letizia feh #feh veronica #veronica feh

[smilingangel582]

Weeeeheeee uuuuu guyyys beeeen waiting tooooo loonng.

This will be my first ever daaadaaadaaa will you doo the fandangoooo!

Ahh yes scara -oopse who's thT? I mean wanderer and I named him "Yuki" cute neh.

Ne, ne... in case you guys want to ask me things pls ask kk Away

Tragically however I'm clumsy and by accident I deleted some asks and I want you to forgive me of I have forgotten u....I'm a little busy and I didn't have time to think straight sooooo I made time for u this timeeee meeee trying kkk?

Genshin impact will soon launch version 3.8, and I'm excited because after that, the wanderer banner is coming....finally, u can pull for that bratty puppet! Called the wanderer Yuki, so if you are confused, I named him Yuki OK.

Enjoyyyy, no spoilers, cuz it's a game... but still, u can play it before reading! I love iiiim

Weakness of the former all mighty God

It was an understament to say Yuki hated the traveller. Yet he finds his ability to smile every situation and be laid back is puzzling.

The wanderer was the name he went by. He gave up his past and became a free spirit. He was seeing new sides of the world. He hated people, but now it's more of an antisocial trait than wishing annihilation on the human race.

Yuki, the name was appealing to him. The traveller even went so far as to share his own name with him, and he didn't mind. But naming him, Yuki felt somehow warm despite it meant snow.

"Oiii Yukii dont get lost in the traveler's teapot alright?" Paimon's voice clammered, and he looked up with an eye roll "your too loud,"

"And you're too slow for someone so fast"

The traveller laughed at the petty dispute between them. He had his golden eyes on Yuki, making him feel conscious as they began leisurely moving around the large space of the new world he was in.

"You're quiet today... something wrong?

Yuki noticed Aether's concern. He looked away with a sigh "Yeah just thinking... it was not too long ago. I wanted to kill you, and now you looked like you could die for me"

He expected a denial of that statement but surprisingly Aether gave a sheepish laugh "I know, it had been so long"

"W...what?" He blinked twice, unable to apprehend this sudden sensation of warmth.

Paimon and Aether exchanged happy smiles. "Come on..." it was his flying companion."We're friends... we smile and laugh like anyone else. You don't need to be so stiff"

Yuki's smile didn't reach him, he smirked sure... but a smile? Is it different from what he expressed before?

Before he could say anything more. He felt a poke in the side from Aether. He had a mischievous grin "Careeeful Yukii~ let your guard down like that, your friends will expose a weakness from you" then brightly perking up and wiggling his fingers he giggled "And that's what friends are for so take that!"

Tackling the wanderer in their own teapot, where the grass touched him, he was shocked when the traveller began to dig his fingers to his ribs.

"What in the world -gah!! Wahahit whahat ihihis thahaht?"

He felt a spread of electric waves from his sides, like the traveller was using electric powers, but not it was just his blunt fingers.

Paimon snickered absurdly. "You seriously haven't been tickled before? All the more reason that it is fun!"

Tickled? Not a word he knew, but it didn't hurt. He just felt it funny and the urge to let out laughter. It was certainly humiliating.

"Haah?? Thihihis ihihis weheheheird stahahahap ihit!" Yuki squirmed under the blond, who also laughed in thrill at the sight of blushing wanderer. Paimon sneaked in a few prods to his toes that were poking out from his sandals.

"Isn't this fun, though?" Aether said softly, now pinching his lower ribs."Aren't you relaxed?"

The lower ribs were bad, and Yuki cackled now. "Gaaaah! Wahahahahait wait wait wait! Thehehereee! Ihihitd bahahahahad! Whahahat are yohou dohohoiing!!!??? Cuhuhuhut it outttt Aetheheher!"

Laughing at the sudden burst of laughter Paimon had the audacity to take pictures of them from the Kamera.

"Gehet her away from thahat! Nohoho stahahap!" He giggled sweetly when he covered his face. Smirking, he drilled his fingers under his arms through the cloak, and that made him lower his arms.

"So cute..." Aether murmured and then he stopped for a while "That's called tickling,"

"Tehehe... whahat a funnehehey wohord..." he breathed giggles, now settling to a calmer mood."Why did I laugh thoho?"

To emphasised he poked his ribs making him squeal adorably "This touch, its something humans have but I didn't expect a puppet like you to be ticklish....its adorable"

"Wait... ticklish... tickled... so many words tho..."

"It's both a verb, a noun and an adverb of it silly..." Paimon said poking his ears now.

"Gaah enough," he pulled away from the teasing and blushed furiously. "Mark my words, and I will get my revenge tenfold!

"And I'll just tickle you again," he began to chase Yuki, who had failed to make his threat more real. He thought as he escaped the evil clutches of the traveller...

I will certainly get him back for sure!

#lee!wanderer #ler!aether #lee!scaramouche #tickle fic #genshin impact #cute #genshin impact tickle

[ultrainfinitepit]

"its ok i forgive you" seems so wistful for an angel. if it strikes you. the palette is nice & the name is ... rryea:^)

Couldn't decide on banners or no banners, let me know what you all think in the poll below.

#she will be stickers #ask #town of puddle #ocs #angelology iii #poll

[missvelvetsstuff]

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Reader x Thor

Chapter 9

Warnings: swearing, angst, injury

Y/N woke up to a beeping sound and felt someone holding her right hand. She opened her eyes but couldn't see for a minute until they adjusted to the bright light. She looked to see who was holding her hand.

"Mama? You're awake!" She rasped out.

Her mother smiled but had a sad look in her eyes "and now you are too" she squeezed her hand then brought a cup of water with a straw up to her "Take a drink, you've been out for a couple of days."

Y/N tried to sit up but her whole left side felt like it was on fire, she huffed in frustration and waited while her mom adjusted the bed.

"Please tell me Natasha is taken care of. And Thor is ok"

Her mother nodded "Yes, she's dead and he's fine. Most of your people are fine. James too, in case you were wondering."

She made a face "I don't know if I care about him. He chose her." She felt a tear "and Clint, Clint was the mole. He betrayed our family for a piece of ass. He said Dreykov was going to put him in charge of our family." She tried to look around "Mama, my arm hurts and I can't move it. What happened?"

Her mother looked at her with tears in her eyes "You were shot baby. In your left shoulder. The doctors did everything they could but-" she choked back a sob "Honey they couldn't save your arm."

Y/N shook her head "That can't be right, it hurts so much." She reached with her right hand only to find the stub at her shoulder. She looked back at her mother with wide eyes "Mama my arm. How will I ride now?" And burst into tears, her dream truly was gone. She cried onto her mother's shoulder for what seemed like forever. Her mother just rubbed her back and whispered soothing words.

Y/N pulled away from her mother when she heard someone come into the room. Her mother moved out of the way as Dr's Banner and Strange looked at her.

Banner looked at her kindly "How are you feeling kiddo? You've been out for a couple of days, had us worried."

She looked at him irritated "I really don't know, Bruce, considering I just learned my lifelong dream is gone. I guess I'm just a mob boss now. Something I never expected to be until after I had my gold medals."

Stephen tried to console her "I know it's terrible but your life doesn't have to be over. Once you're fully healed we can look into prosthetics. Your godfathers company has done some incredible work on that front so I'm sure he can-"

She snapped at him "Don't try to bury me with your optimistic bullshit. How would you feel Stephen if you lost the use of one or both of your hands? All I ever wanted was to ride horses but this mob shit keeps fucking with my life" she yelled and threw the food tray across the room "GET OUTGETOUTGETOUT!!!!!"

Y/N sat there breathing heavily and crying "I can't do this mama. I just can't. Please leave me alone."

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At the Barnes townhouse Steve knocked on Bucky's bedroom door "Hey, Buck?" And heard a groan "She's awake so you might want to take a shower and sober up. We're going over to see her after lunch."

Bucky groaned again, he had come home from the hospital with a few bumps and bruises then dove into a bottle of scotch until he couldn't feel anything anymore.

Steve opened the door and made a face "Damn dude, take a shower. This whole room smells like a bar."

Bucky flipped him off "She's not gonna want to see me after everything. You guys go on without me."

Steve frowned "You need to get your nasty ass up before I call Sam to help me."

"Fine. I'm up now fuck off." He dragged himself to the shower and sat under the hot water berating himself for the many ways he screwed everything up. 4 years with Nat and it was all a lie. He scrubbed himself until his skin was red, trying to get rid of her touch but he couldn't. He desperately wanted to see Y/N, to apologize and beg her forgiveness even though he didn't feel like he deserved it.

When he saw her thrown back and the blood on her chest, after Clint shot her, he felt like his chest caved in. If only he had listened to her.

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At the hospital, Y/N was being a difficult patient yelling at everyone except her mother and throwing whatever she could reach. Her mother finally had enough and called him.

Thor arrived at the hospital 30 minutes later, hair still dripping from his shower. He could hear her yelling from down the hall and grinned that she still had her fire. He knocked on the door frame "Hey there, little one" and went in to hug her.

The hug was desperate, clawing, wanting to be closer but unable to. She sobbed into his chest as he soothed her. "Alright little one, I'm here, you're alright."

She pushed him away angrily "No, nothing's alright. Everything is fucked. How can I ride or compete like this? It's over. I might as well marry some boss and start popping out kids while he stays out late to fuck his mistress. My life is over."

He pulled her back and stroked her hair "No little one, it's not over. You'll have to make some changes and adjustments but you can do it. Remember Sonora Webster? She kept diving horses after losing her sight and she didn't have a godfather with a tech company that happens to make prosthetics. You'll be brilliant little one."

She calmed some "How can a prosthetic be as sensitive as the real thing?"

A voice from the hallway "Are you questioning the quality of my work, kiddo?" Tony and Pepper walked in with a huge bouquet of multicolor roses and set them on a shelf across from the bed "If you work with me we can make something that will almost be indistinguishable from your right arm. Have a little faith."

Y/N looked at them and tried to smile. "Hey Tony, Pepper"

Pepper gave her a small smile and gentle hug. Tony on the other hand was, well, Tony. "I've already been working on your new arm. The Wakandans were happy to give me the vibranium to make it and Princess Shuri has been brainstorming with me.

We should have it ready by the time you are healed enough." He grinned proudly

Her smile was a little more sincere "Thanks Tony. I don't know what I'm going to do but I guess that's a start."

"Consider your dreams delayed. You need time to help me perfect the arm and hopefully Destry will stoop balking at water features" he quipped

A small chuckle snuck out and she covered her mouth with her right hand. Tony grinned "That's my girl. I know it's all a mess but you have us. We'll help you through."

Thor sat quietly holding her hand as she spoke with Pepper and Tony. When they both gave her kisses and left he was still there.

He squeezed her hand "See little one, it's not all so dire. It might not be easy but you have support and will be ok."

She looked at him, really looked for the first time since he came to visit. "Thor. What's going on?"

Thor blushed and rubbed his neck "What do you mean?"

She scowled "Don't play that game with me. There is something....."

He sighed "I planned to wait until you were better but you're too perceptive. I met someone."

Her heart stopped and she tried to smile for him "That's amazing Thor. I'm so happy for you."

"You know I love you little one and I always will. Jane is just, incredible."

"She's a lucky lady." She said sadly

Thor gently grabbed her chin and pulled her to face him "This doesn't change anything between us. I'm still your friend, trainer and whatever else you need me to be."

She looked surprised "Does she know about me?"

"Of course, you know I'm not one for keeping secrets. We are not committed at this time." He tried to reassure her.

Y/N smiled at her friend "I'm happy for you, Thor. Truly. I am getting very tired though." She stopped as an orderly came in and set her lunch on the tray. They chatted about nothing as she picked at her food. She would miss the physical aspect of her relationship with Thor and hoped he would still have time with her outside of training but she really was happy for him.

@bigphattygyal @lokiandbuckysdoll @kimomoraba @avery199 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @esposadomd

And resigning herself to being the old mobster lady with all the horses, there were worse possibilities. At least she never married Zemo.

Chapter 10

@sebsgirl71479

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #mob!au #reader x thor #mob!bucky #arranged marriage #angst #angst with a happy ending

[chuuyrr]

Hey chu I just saw na open yung request box mo I'm super excited! I have this weird scenario playing in my head for months baby witch fushiguro and other characters meeting there biological mama? ( if you are comfortable )

- catoru-s

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader's biological mama

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, and major themes of angst and fluff

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dad! gojo satoru x child! reader, platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader (first and second-year students)

aaa hello catoru! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient. to be honest, i've never really thought about writing of scarlet baby fushiguro's mama. luckily i had an idea in mind. ok enough me rambling, enjoy reading :) ♡

before you read: honestly, idk who or what the name of the mom was supposed to be, so im going with iryna because iryna is wanda's mom in the mcu, so yeah, also im so sorry for the ending i couldn't help myself HSKSJHWJS

after for what seemed like forever, gojo had finally found who was toji's third wife; your biological mother. at first, gojo had no plans of finding anything about your mom because he had always assumed she was dead, and well, you had gojo as your parent, and there's also megumi and tsumiki, but you longed for your mama.

you've wanted to at least know something—anything about her, and eventually, gojo had found her. your actual mom. iryna [surname]. a woman doesn't seemed to be taking toji's surname. before gojo had any plans of having you meet her, he decided to confront the woman himself first. gojo wanted to be sure that whatever information the zenins had on your real mother was true and not a fake to lure and trap you. it was rather strange for a woman to live alone out where in the mountains, all by herself in a cabin.

"[surname] iryna, was it?" the limitless sorcerer had found the said woman right outside, trimming branches when she turned around to face the direction of his voice, eyes widening.

he watched her take a step back out of caution. gojo's eyes behind his glasses widened too as he slowly took in her appearance. [color] hair and [color] eyes; she looked just like you.

"you're from the gojo clan. holder of the six eyes." her [color] eyes hardened into a glare. even with her angered look resembles yours when you get upset, although it's a mix of her features and toji's. "what are you doing here? what do you want from me?"

"it's about your child." gojo began, clearing his throat. "[name]."

"i don't want to involve myself with any more matters with you jujutsu sorcerers. not after with what happened." she spat out in disgust and narrowed eyes, "they took everything from me."

shaking her head, she clenched her hands into trembling fists. "i'll never forgive them, or any of you at all. i don't want to hear another thing about toji or [name] ever again."

the woman stumbled and fell forward just as gojo was about to cut in, causing the limitless sorcerer to rush to her aid as she violently wheezed and painfully clutched her chest.

"are you okay?" gojo rubbed her back to calm her down. her coughing fit lasted quite some time before it subsided. "iryna? iryna!"

"i'm fine, i'm fine." she exhaled, gasping for air, before turning to face him. "just get out of here."

"no, i'm telling you, [name]'s alive. i took custody of your child."

gojo explained, pulling out his wallet and taking a physical copy of you and him celebrating your birthday together, which he showed to iryna. the woman was at a loss for words. it was you. a photo of you smiling at the camera and making a three-finger peace sign like gojo, complete with banners and a pikachu-themed cake.

"[name]? that's my baby.."

tears welled up in her eyes, and her lips quivered. when she said your name, there was this longing and desperation in her tone of voice, but it was quickly replaced with resentment.

she shook her head, "no, stop it. this is another lie. this can't be. you jujutsu sorcerers can't fool me anymore!"

"toji left her to me before he died. he never mentioned anything about you to me, so i just assumed you were dead, but i received word of you being alive and residing out here." gojo explained, pursing his lips into a thin line.

"it's for [name]." gojo persisted, "i'm telling you the truth. this is really your child. come with me."

"how do i know i can trust you?" iryna swiped at her tears, "how do i know this isn't another lie?"

gojo drew his black blindfold down to his neck and stared into her [color] eyes with his own determined crystalline blue eyes.

"you're just gonna have to trust me."

"kikufuku! i'm back!"

you were happily playing with the first and second-year students at jujutsu tech after gojo had left, saying he needed to be somewhere quickly. when you heard your adoptive father's voice, you immediately left and dashed towards him, only to realize he didn't return alone.

he was accompanied by another person.

a woman, to be precise.

you took a step back and ran straight into megumi's embrace, who followed you along with the other students after becoming shy, wrapping your tiny arms around his legs. despite her simple flannel and long skirt, she appeared to be very elegant. as his gaze darted towards the new presence, the older fushiguro placed a hand on the top of your head, gently patting you on the back.

"gojo-sensei, welcome back!" yuuji was the first one to speak up and address the stranger he was with, "erm, who's this lady with you?"

"she looks kind of pale though." nobara whispered quietly which maki nodded in agreement with.

"everyone, this is [surname] iryna." gojo cleared his throat, motioning to her, and she bowed in respect and smiled, more like tried to because it was a rather weak smile, but it was a genuine one, "it's nice to meet you all."

as you shyly clutched your half older brother, gojo beckoned you to come to him and her. "kikufuku, she's your mama. the one you wanted to find out about." he smiled softly, "it's her."

as you looked up at the woman who was staring at you with awe, your voice was small, "mama?"

you stared at her for a moment, processing what gojo had just said, as a series of surprised looks and gasps resounded in the air from first and second-year jujutsu tech students. you weren't exactly expecting to meet your mother right now. it was just too sudden that you were a little confused and overwhelmed.

"now that you said it, gojo-sensei. [surname]-san does look like [name]!" panda pointed out, "they both have the same eyes and hair."

"hey, sweetheart," she waved at you and you watched as her eyes wrinkled with delight at the sight of you.. "you.. don't recognize me, do you?" she asked sadly.

you looked up to megumi for help. as your older brother peered down at you, he gave you a reassuring smile, "it's okay, i'm right here. we're here for you," he mouthed to you.

you squeezed megumi tightly before cautiously leaving his embrace and sauntered towards her, nervously fiddling with your fingers. gojo's lips glistened with a smile as he watched you approach iryna.

"she's nice, kikufuku. don't worry." gojo said, gently taking your hand in his and pulling you closer to iryna.

"you're really my mom?" you asked her meekly, your big, curious, round [color] eyes on iryna.

"mhm. um, let's see. what can i do that could ring you a bell?" iryna tapped her chin as she squatted down to your height, "ah, i know just the thing!" she lifted her index finger in the air.

you and everyone else watched as iryna cleared her throat before beginning to sing a song.

"we've been waiting for you. now you are here, more perfect than i imagined. our house is now a home, our house is now a nest. no matter where you go, sunlight shines on you."

your eyes widened in realisation. you've heard of this song before. it was a lullaby, the same lullaby that was sung to you not only by your biological father, but also by your mother—by her, when you were so small. with the help of your chaos magic and her singing, memories flooded back to you. you instantly remembered being held in your parents' arms. no wonder that the tune and melody sounded familiar to you.

"mama.." your lips trembled as tears filled the brim of your eyes. "that song was from you and papa."

with that, you enveloped her with your tiny arms, finally remembering everything. iryna gladly accepted your embrace and returned it with a much tighter hug. as she cradled you against her chest, she smiled. your mother was overjoyed to see you again. as she drew away to press her forehead against yours, she rubbed shapes on your back.

"it's okay, honey." iryna exclaimed, "goodness, you've grown so much. you have no idea how happy i am to see you and be with you again, at least even just for a little longer." she whispered the last part so quietly that none of you heard it.

gojo and his other students were delighted to see you reunite with your biological mother after being separated from her for nearly your entire life. they had never seen you so joyful before. it was everything. they welcomed Iryna with open arms as you dragged her to them, introducing everyone to your mother and even getting them to mingle with her.

iryna happened to be a loving mother. everyone, especially gojo, could tell how kind and caring he was. the two of them had certainly gotten off to a bad start earlier, but it wasn't long before they got along. they've always wondered what your biological mother was like, and they've guessed right. you really did take after iryna despite having some of toji's features.

iryna couldn't stop thanking and apologizing to everyone until she was on her knees, head and hands flat on the floor. she was horribly mistaken in thinking that all jujutsu sorcerers were the same. gojo and everyone had to hoist her up and convince her that it wasn't a big deal, because it wasn't. all was forgiven, and everything was perfectly in place, at least for the time being.

(fun fact: the short lullaby that iryna sang in this writing was the english-translated sokovian lullaby that wanda maximoff, or the scarlet witch, sang to her twins in wandavision)

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #itadori yuji x reader #nobara x reader #maki x reader #inumaki x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader platonic #jjk x you platonic #jjk x you #jjk x y/n platonic #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk hcs #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 11

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 3134

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Jin

What time does your last class end today?

You

2pm, thank god

Jin

Great! My internship gets out early too. I'll pick you up at your building.

You

???

Jin

We're going shopping

You

Are we out of groceries already?

Jin

Clothes shopping

You

Oh ok! I don't really need anything but I'm definitely down to tag along

Jin

… You forgot, didn't you

You

Fuck, is it someone's birthday?

Jin

We're going dress shopping. For you.

You

…

Jin

…

You

I forgot

Jin

I know. You're lucky I'm such a forgiving husband

I'll see you at 2 <3

You set down your phone slowly, torn between a grin and panic. With all of the Festa antics and then marathoning a mountain of coursework, you had completely forgotten you had promised to be Jin's fake girlfriend this coming Friday. You felt flutters of anxiety as you pictured everything that could go wrong.

What if you spilled wine on someone's thousand dollar suit? What if you said something stupid? What if Jin's parents were so dissatisfied by the prospect of having you as their fake future daughter-in-law that they decided to introduce him to other girls anyway, leaving you a lame, stranded, middle-class loser stuck at the buffet table? Did these kinds of events even have buffet tables? Oh god, what if you had to take a tray and eat in a bathroom stall like in those old high school movies?

By the time your last class ended, you had worked yourself into a state of full panic. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you couldn't stop your brain from coming up with increasingly horrific (and improbable) scenarios. You barely registered the whispers of "oh my god, who is that" from your classmates as you stumbled out of the building in a haze, only stopping when you ran into a very firm, nice-smelling wall.

Jin grinned down at you, some fancy-looking sunglasses perched on his head. They pushed his hair out of his face, revealing his obnoxiously sexy forehead. How were foreheads even sexy, anyway? At the sight of him you suddenly found words spilling uncontrollably out of your mouth.

"OhmyGodJinIcan'tdothisI'mtoomuchofapeasantandeveryonewillbeabletotellandwhatifIfartsuperloud-"

"Whoa, whoa," he cut you off, eyes wide, and he gently took your arm and guided you to his car. "Slow down. Wait, what was that last bit?"

"Uh, nevermind," you said stupidly, turning bright red. He looked at you in concern, though you could tell by the twitch of his mouth that he had realized exactly what you had been saying.

"Hey. You're okay. Talk to me," he said softly, rubbing your back in a soothing motion. You groaned and dropped your head on his chest, relaxing a little under his touch.

"I think I'm having a very stupid case of imposter syndrome and I don't know if I can do this," you grumbled into his shirt, letting his cologne calm you further.

"You seem to have quite an active imagination." You could hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't realize you felt so uncomfortable. You don't have to come, it's honestly not really a big deal to deal with my parents' matchmaking for one night. I'm sorry if I was pressuring you into this."

Ugh, why did he have to be so nice? You forced yourself to pull away and gave him a wobbly smile.

"No, I promised," you decided. "I should be fine once we're actually there and I can't overthink things."

"Are you sure? It's really fine, I'm a big boy, I can handle it."

That was Seokjin in a nutshell. Kind, sweet, wonderful Seokjin, who took care of everyone in the house in ways both loud and quiet, was always there with a sympathetic ear and a silly joke, and was being so understanding despite the fact that you were being a complete muppet. No, it was time for you to do something to help him for a change.

"I'm sure," you assured him with a more confident grin. "Just you being here was enough to make me feel better, actually. Besides, this way we're on even footing with our fake-relationship scenarios."

"Maybe don't mention my giant dick to in front of my parents," he joked, and you snorted as you remembered your prior word vomit.

"What, won't your parents be happy we have an active sex life? We want a lot of kids, don't we Jinnie?"

His ears went bright pink at the nickname, and you smirked in triumph. There was something very satisfying about being able to fluster someone who exuded such movie star vibes. He coughed.

"A-anyway, let's get going."

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"Um, yeah, we are not going in there."

"Why not?"

Why not? Why not? Because this was the fucking Gucci store, that was why not. What kind of money did he think you had?

"Dude, I don't think I could afford a scarf from here, let alone a nice dress," you deadpanned, looking at Jin in disbelief. He looked back at you, just as confused.

"Okay that's fine, but I'm paying?" You frowned at him, wondering if something was wrong with your ears. You must not have heard correctly.

"Sorry, what?"

"I mean you're the one doing me this favor, it's not like you would be buying a dress if you weren't helping me out," he explained. You just stared at him, blinking in consternation.

"Jin, that is very kind of you, but I can't accept this," you heard yourself saying, despite a voice that sounded suspiciously like Mina screeching oh my god, what are you doing? in the back of your head.

"[Y/n]." You had never heard him sound or look this stern. It was unfortunately also a good look on him. "Let me do this. Please."

This really wasn't fair. Why did it only take a little "please" from him to completely destroy your integrity? As if that wasn't enough, an impish gleam suddenly entered his eyes.

"Besides, why shouldn't I be allowed to get something nice for my girl?"

Fuck. It should have been illegal for him to say that to you with such a devastating smirk. It broadened when he realized he had rendered you completely speechless, and he took the opportunity to pull you into the store.

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This was, you decided, the worst decision you had ever made. You had been able to grit your teeth and accept it when Jin had handed the cashier his card without batting an eye at the frankly extraneous amount of zeroes on the screen. And you had been able to laugh off the comically upset expression on his face when you absolutely refused to let him get you matching accessories. That had all been fine. A little overwhelming, maybe, but money didn't really do much for you other than perhaps shock value.

The real problem was Jin. Jin, who penny pinched and used coupons at the grocery store. Jin, who didn't flaunt or exhibit any outward wealth other than a nice watch here or fancy sunglasses there. Jin, who you constantly forgot was anything other than your lovable, corny, considerate, stupidly handsome roommate.

Maybe it started when you had jokingly asked if he was now your sugar daddy, and he had smirked and said "only if you want me to be." Or perhaps it was that he had started holding your hand and calling you babe so the two of you would look natural together. Or maybe it had been even earlier, when he had smiled at you with those kind eyes and said you didn't have to come to the gala.

All you really knew was that it was the day of the event, he had smiled at you in his tailored suit, and something in your head fundamentally shifted. Now you were next to him in the backseat of an Uber Black, drowning in his presence, and panicking for completely different reasons from earlier.

"Relax," he laughed beside you, giving your hand a squeeze, and your heart jolted. No, nonono. "I promise I won't leave your side."

That's the problem, you internally screamed, though you managed to give him a shaky smile. This was terrible. This was completely unacceptable. He was your roommate, a good friend, and completely out of your league even if the first two points weren't a factor. The poor guy just wanted a break from girls throwing themselves at him, and here you were agreeing to be his fake girlfriend despite the fact that you now couldn't look at him without wanting to kiss his stupid face. You were the worst.

When you arrived at the hotel at which the gala was being held, a fawning member of the staff showed you to a large ballroom. As soon as you entered, a waiter came by with a tray of wine and you immediately took one and downed it.

"Liquid courage?" you said sheepishly at Jin's amused grin, and he laughed, accepting two glasses from the waiter.

"Fair enough," he said, handing you the fresh drink. "Maybe pace yourself on this one though."

"Of course," you agreed, knowing he was right. This was definitely not the time or place to get black out drunk and cause a scene. The first glass was already doing its intended work, anyway, and you found yourself relaxing. You had been overthinking again. It wasn't as if you had any ulterior motives when you agreed to help him. This was just a silly crush. He was your friend first and foremost, someone you cared about for more than just frivolous reasons. You were an adult, you could suck it up and deal with it.

"Seokjin!"

A man and woman were making their way toward the two of you, and from the happy recognition on Jin's face you assumed these were his parents.

"Mom! Dad!" he said as he stepped forward to hug them, confirming your suspicions.

"This is [y/n]," he said when he returned to your side, placing a large hand on your waist. You tried not to melt into his touch, then remembered that you actually could.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," you said with a smile, holding out your hand to shake. To your surprise, his mother ignored it and instead pulled you into a warm hug.

"We were so excited when Seokjinnie said he was bringing a plus one," she said with the same gentle brown eyes as your not-boyfriend.

"It's true, he never even told us he was seeing anyone," his father said with a familiar smile, giving you a brief hug. Meeting the two of them, it was clear that he had inherited the perfect mixture of his parents' beauty and good nature.

"Ah, well, it's still a little new," you admitted, throwing Jin a shy smile that you wished was fake.

"Hands off my girl, appa," he joked, pulling you away from his parents and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He gave you a peck on the temple before resting his chin on your head - he was so tall - and you had never wanted to die more. You couldn't stop the flush creeping up your neck any more than the smile that threatened to overwhelm your face. You pulled away with more reluctance than you felt and turned to give him a mock glare.

"I'm not an object Jinnie, you can't own me," you scolded, hands on your hips. He just grinned and booped your nose. How dare he have the nerve to be this cute.

You suddenly felt a pang of irritation at the realization that he was driving you insane without even trying. Well, you might not be able to attract him in your own right, but you certainly knew how to fluster him. Your competitive side suddenly flared into life. Fuck it, you were going to fake-girlfriend the shit out of him.

And you did. As the two of you chatted with his parents, you twined yourself around him and in general acted like the most disgustingly adoring couple in the world. When people drifted over to greet the group - most often his parents, though a surprising amount knew Jin by name as well - you put on your most charming smile and laced your small talk with jokes and comments that were just saucy enough to be engaging while still mild enough to be appropriate. Wait, this was kind of fun. Why had you been freaking out so much again?

His parents truly were great, keeping up a spirited conversation even while Jin left to use the restroom, and you felt a little pang of guilt when his mother told you she was happy that her little boy had met such a lovely girl. You weren't sure if it was the minimal wine, or how much she clearly adored her son, but something about her warm, engaging air made you feel safe with her.

"I was actually a little worried about meeting you," you admitted. "Jin insisted that he was doing business out of his own volition and that you two never pressured him to do anything, but I didn't totally believe him."

By the way their mouths twisted wryly, this wasn't a surprise, so you hurried to finish your statement.

"But I can tell now that you two really care about him. I'm glad, because he really loves you two," you finished, looking down at your hands. You were a little embarrassed, but it was true - any feelings aside, you hadn't been able to dispel that niggling worry about your friend's happiness until you met his parents. Now that you met them, you wanted these kind people to know that Jin loved them just as much as they clearly loved him. Suddenly you found yourself being pulled into soft, perfumed arms again before his mother stepped away, sniffling slightly.

"I think you'll be really good for him," she said with a smile, dabbing at her eyes. His father nodded in agreement, grinning. You blushed in shame and shrugged. Lying to nice people was awful.

"Give it time, I could just be in it for the money," you joked, trying to lighten the conversation to something that didn't make you feel like a horrible person. She just smiled at you and shook her head, familiar brown eyes twinkling.

"A mother always knows."

~~~~~

You were a menace, Jin decided. He watched helplessly as you effortlessly won over not just his parents, but the other associates that had come to greet his father. Your anxiety from earlier in the week had clearly been completely unfounded, because you were thriving.

Everyone was utterly charmed, himself included, and he couldn't look away. He had known that you would be fine - you were intelligent, gorgeous, and witty, so he hadn't harbored any doubts that you could hold your own. But did you have to be quite this chatty and friendly with his dad's friends?

"Well, if Seokjin here is ever enough of a fool to break your heart, you know where to find me," one of them said in what Jin could tell was only half a joke. He narrowed his eyes at the man when you laughed, irritated that you were indulging some creepy man old enough to be your father. He was your fake boyfriend! You should be laughing at his jokes!

"That's very sweet of you," you said in flattered tones that only he could tell were fake, before throwing Jin a saccharine smile. "Jinnie is so good to me though, I don't think that would ever happen."

He hated how much he loved when you called him that, especially because he knew you were only doing it to get a reaction. And it worked every time.

"That's only because you're so perfect," he countered cheesily, internally snickering at the way you coughed to hide a snort. He tugged you closer into his side, only to make his mother smile and certainly not to put more distance between you and the old geezer making eyes at you. You smirked as if reading his mind.

"Something the matter, Jinnie?" you whispered wickedly, lips brushing the shell of his ear, and he just barely suppressed a shudder. Why did you have to say his name like that while pressed against him, all soft and pretty? He couldn't even complain, you were doing exactly what he had asked you to. The problem was that he was enjoying this a little too much, despite knowing that the two of you were just friends, and his brain was sounding alarm bells that he currently couldn't do anything about without ruining the act.

He had approved of you as a person as soon as he had met you. You had been nice, respectful, and hilariously candid even at the first meeting. When he and Namjoon had helped you move out of your old place, it had solidified his impression.

He had no doubts that you could have handled your (frankly pathetic) ex just fine by yourself, but the revolted expression on your face when the guy had tried to grab you had him moving before he realized it. And then you had turned the situation around in the most ridiculous and hilarious of ways, diffusing the tension before it had a chance to fully manifest. The more time passed, the more you had grown on him. On everyone, really. It was impossible not to like you, with your bright, genuine smiles and silly antics and little acts of consideration.

You were always ready to lend him a hand in the kitchen, whether it was to chop vegetables or just sit and keep him company, and were no slouch at cooking yourself. You had zero interest in his wealth, as was apparent with how reluctant you had been to let him buy you a simple gift. It had been cute to see how distressed you had been at the cost. You also thought his jokes were hilarious, which was a major point in your favor.

His parents were currently laughing at your imitation of Jin in the kitchen, and he was struck by how perfect everything felt. They clearly adored you, and you seemed to like them as well considering your smile went from plastic at sleazy businessmen, to genuinely happy when speaking to them. They were buying the act hook, line, and sinker, aided by the easy intimacy and comfort that had stemmed naturally by living together over the past few months. That was a little detail you had both agreed not to mention for obvious reasons.

He suddenly realized he was staring at you with a dopey grin, and when you met his eyes with that dazzling smile, the alarms in his brain gave one last feeble ding before going completely silent.

Oh shit.

~~~~~

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your electric touch (could build this ghost town up)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50650714 by genius_brokenaire_aroace_psycho (justcallmenibbs) You were supposed to swap bodies with your soulmate for one day every ten years. The countdown started when the oldest soulmate was born. Steve Rogers never swapped bodies— he assumed that was the one defective thing about him that even the serum couldn’t fix. Tony Stark never swapped bodies— he assumed his soulmate was dead, or perhaps he was like his best friend, Rhodey, who just didn’t have a soulmate, and didn’t really want one, either (though Tony had never related to that part). One day before everything goes to shit, Tony Stark wakes up in Steve Rogers’ body, and vice versa. It’s funny how fast you can forgive someone when you realize you got it all wrong. Words: 4337, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Peter Parker, Nebula (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Thanos (Marvel), some others are mentioned i'm feeling lazy ok buddy Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Bruce Banner/Thor, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, (if you squint) - Relationship, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Nebula & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Steve's Seventy-Year Ice Nap Strikes Again Folks, this is to honor nat and tony, who died sometime around now i think, rest in peace my babygirls ur not dead to me, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, tony stark adopted nebula after iw CHANGE MY MIND, Superfamily | Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Parenting Peter Parker, and Nebula, fuck you nebula is part of the superfamily, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, The Avengers Are Good Bros, but slightly dysfunctional, CAROL DANVERS IS THE LOML, Implied aro/ace James Rhodes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Canon Divergence - Post-Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Breaking Up & Making Up, Fix-It of Sorts, kinda distant narration because this is my first time writing these characters and im scared, enjoy gorgeous read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50650714

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Advancement

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

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Previous: Possessive

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Move in with me.”  

Belle looked at her boyfriend in a mixture of shock and rage. “Move in with you?  Steve its only been a month since we got back together.”  

“I know.”  

“And we are fighting.” 

“I know.”  

“Then why?” 

“Because the thought of sleeping without you next to me hurts. “ 

“Steve…” 

“No, just let me say it.”  He took a breath.  “I love you.  I love you so much that it kills me to know you are just blocks away sleeping alone when I could have you in my arms.  I lost you and I thought that was the worst time of my life.  Worse then coming out of the ice and finding out everyone I knew was gone. Until you were almost taken from me.  I only dream about you being taken.”   

Belle couldn’t help the tear that fell.  But Steve cupped her cheek and used his thumb to wipe it away.  “I know you and Scott both say nothing is happening but that’s what Peggy said as well.  And she wasn’t faithful.  She was with someone else. So, it scares me.  It scares me to not have you with me. To not know where you are.  Yes, its fast and yes, there are a lot of things we still need to work on, but I want this, Isabella.  I want you.”  

“I’m not her, Steve.”  

“I know that.”  

“And I have never, nor would I ever do that to you.”  

“I know that too. Really, I do, I just, I need you, Belle.”  

Belle looked into his eyes.  His eyes held sadness from a betrayal from a lifetime ago, hope for a future that he didn’t think he had a chance at and love for her that was infinite.  She sighed.  “Can I think about it?”  

Steve tried not to think about the crack he felt in his heart.  “Of course. I sprung this on you.” He looked around to see Bucky and Clint discreetly protecting them. “Shit, I’m sorry.”  

“Its ok.” Belle chewed her lip.  “I should get back to my lunch with Lila.”  

“Yes, yes of course. I should get back to the office.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek.  “Forgive me sweet pea.”  

“Love you, amore.”  

“Love you too. We’ll talk about this later?” 

She nodded and headed back to the diner.  He watched her walk away and was headed back to the car when she abruptly turned around.  “Or we can talk about it when I move my stuff this weekend?”  

Steve ran up to her to scoop her up and twirl her around, listening to her giggles.  “You mean it love?”  

“I mean, I have a piano at this place.  And the company isn’t bad,” she teased.  

“Tonight, my love, I will worship you.” He kissed her hard.  

“Looking forward to it,” she replied.  

Steve was back in his office, on the phone with the contractor about making changes to the penthouse when Devon buzzed him.  “Excuse me, sir, I have Sharon Carter here to see you.”  

“Give me a moment.”  He finished up his call and walked to the door.  “Sharon, this is a surprise.”  

“I had a meeting downstairs.”  Sharon Carter walked in, blonde hair perfectly straight, hanging down like a curtain around her face, black suit immaculate. “I just wanted to pop in and catch up.”  

“I’m fine, thank you.  Coffee, water?” 

“No, Devon offered, I’m fine.”  She looked around and spotted a frame on his desk.  “You don’t usually have anything on your desk.”  She picked up the frame to see a picture of Steve and Belle from the gala.  “Interesting.”  

“How so?” 

“You never had personal relationships, especially after, well, your lessons.  I taught you better than that.”  She smirked at the reminder.  

“Turns out, not all of your lessons were needed.”  A door opened and Steve looked up to see Bucky walking in. 

“Hey punk, we have… Sharon.”  

“James, nice to see you.”  

Bucky clenched his jaw. “Steve, we have that meeting with Stark.”  

“Right. Five, ok?” 

“Sure.  Miss Carter.” Bucky turned and went back to his office.  

“He still doesn’t like me.”  

“Well, when you break his best friend that tends to happen.  Is there anything else?” 

“I did not break you, Steve. You needed me to be tough.”  

“I needed you to care. But you didn’t want to give me that.  So, I’ll ask again, anything else?” 

“She will ruin you.”  

“Get out.”  

“What?” 

“You heard me.  You will not speak to me about Isabella ever.  She is everything you are not and that makes her perfect.  She loves me and I love her.”  

“She a gold digging…” 

Steve took a step toward Sharon, eyes blazing.  “For your safety, Ms. Carter, I recommend that you do not finish that sentence.  We have been friends a long time, but you don’t know anything about her.  If you can’t be at least civil then we have nothing left to say.”  

Sharon could see she had lost the argument. “I’m sorry.  I’ll let you go.  Maybe we can do lunch and we can start over.”  

“We’ll see.  Have a nice day, Sharon.”  

“You as well, Steve.”  She walked out and Steve sagged against his desk.  He took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself.  Bucky walked back in.  

“What are you doing Steve?” 

“With what?” 

“With her. She’s toxic.”  

“She’s my friend.”  

“She tried to screw her way into Peggy’s place just because her name is Carter.  She doesn’t love you; she never did.”  

“I got it Buck. Just, let it go.”  

Bucky crossed his arms. “You better tell Belle what happened.”  

“And have her pissed at me? No thanks.”  

“It will be worse if she finds out another way. She deserves to know the honest truth about you and Sharon.”  

“Bucky, all it will do is hurt her. She was upset when we casually ran into Sharon, and I explained how she helped me. Why would I want to do something to her that will just break her trust in me? Its all in the past.”  

Bucky sighed.  “Fine.  But I will tell you I told you so when this blows up in your face.  You could lose Belle if you lie.  Just like keeping the reasons for the kidnapping from her.”  

“I’m doing my best.  She doesn’t need the stress.  Especially with the move this weekend.  Let’s get to the tower and I’ll explain the details on the way.”  

At Stark Tower, the team had assembled to hear the update on the investigation. “FRIDAY was able to find a different camera angle down the street,” Stark started.  “Here,” he had an image projected up.  Two men seated in the van, one bloodied.  “You did a number on him Barnes.”  

“Should have killed him,” Steve mumbled to the surprise of everyone.  

“Should have captured him,” Bucky replied. “We could have gotten answers.” He shot Steve a look.  

“Were there any plates?” Natasha asked.  

“No, no plates.  The van is nondescript. The only thing is that there is something shiny around one of the guys necks.”  He zoomed but the imaged was blurred.  “FRIDAY is working on cleaning up the image but it will take some time.”  

“Dr. Cho and I are analyzing the syringe and Belle’s bloodwork,” Bruce continued. “As you know the main component was ketamine however there are traces of other chemicals, and we are breaking them down.  Her blood seems to be clean but Steve, we would like to do follow up bloodwork to be sure.”  

Steve nodded.  “Alright, I’ll tell her.  See if we can bring her in today or tomorrow.”  

“Her security is good,” Clint started.  “No one is approaching her and I haven’t seen any threats around.  The only person she speaks to on the daily is her friend Delilah or the school administrators.  I did a background check on them and there are a few things Barnes and I are looking at but so far so good. I would like to issue a panic button to her, just in case.  We should also consider something to help hide her eyes.  They are too unique not to be noticed.”  

Tony nodded.  “I’ll work on something for her. Vision?” 

“I checked the HYDRA files online,” Vision continued.  “While there are mentions of Miss Davis, I cannot determine what they are wanting with her. I also tapped the military files to be sure she was not flagged.”  

“And?” 

“She was not.  At least not at her current name.” 

“Current name?” Steve looked at Bucky, who looked confused.  

“It seems that when she was born, the entire family was placed under witness protection under SHIELD.  Prior to their files being handed over, their names were changed.  Isabella Davis was born Isabella Pierce-Rossi as her parents were not married yet. However, the hospital records were changed.  Her parents had them changed but not before one document was filed.”  

“Fuck,” Steve swore.  “Ok. Does that mean Pierce was aware of his granddaughter before she went into hiding?” 

“It’s possible,” Wanda replied. “Vision and I are still looking.”  

“Ok, good.  Anything else?” 

“Other than I wish her security at her building was higher, no, I think we have covered everything,” Tony said.  

“I took care of that.”  

Everyone looked at Steve except for Clint who smirked and Bucky who rolled his eyes.  

“What do you mean you took care of that?” Sam asked.  

“I mean, Belle is moving.” Steve looked at the table.  “She’s moving in with me.”  

“Wow, who knew Capiscle would ever take a big step like that,” Tony teased.  The rest of the team chuckled.  

“Yeah, well, I love her, and I want her to be close.  It would also make life easier for Bucky and Clint.” He stood up, “Please keep me updated on any findings.  Tony, I’ll have Belle’s updated security protocols for Friday to review tonight. Thank you everyone for your help with this.”  

“Anything Steve, to keep that smile on your face,” Nat replied.  His oldest friend on the team besides Bucky, Nat knew how much Belle and her safety meant to him.  That first night after he had met Belle, Steve had spoken to Nat about how to approach her. The team disbursed with Clint leaving to collect Belle from work.  

“Steve, seriously, you have to tell her.” Bucky continues his conversation as if nothing else had happened.  

“Did you not hear that update? She doesn’t need this right now Bucky.”  

Bucky fell silent.  Steve sat back and closed his eyes.  He knew Bucky was right.  Belle deserved to know all of the truth.  But all Steve could see was the look of death she had on her face as she passed out in his arms.  How still she was in that hospital bed while he waited for her to wake.  No, they didn’t need this.  He would find the time.

Later.  

Clint drove Belle and Lila to a sushi restaurant for dinner.  Belle was anxious, unsure of how her best friend would react to her moving in with her boyfriend.  “Clint, please join us.”  

“Its ok Belle.  I ate when I was with Stark earlier.  Enjoy dinner ladies.” He walked away and sat at the bar to keep watch.  

“Isn’t it creepy to have someone follow you and watch you all day?” Lila asked.  

“Kinda.  But you get used to it.” Belle shrugged. “How’s work going?” 

“Its good.  Busy. New projects every week so I’m never bored. How are you? I mean after everything.”  

“Its good.  Steve and I are working on communicating more.  It’ll be easier when I move in with him.”  

Lila bit her lip to stop from blurting out.  But she couldn’t hold back.  “Belle, are you sure this is a good idea?  You guys were just broken up and then the kidnapping…” 

“I want this Li.  I want him. And its not like I’m getting married.  I’m moving in.  Lord knows you don’t need me to help with you with the apartment.”  

“Its not that Belle.  I just don’t want you to regret this.  He hurt you, remember?” 

“We didn’t talk.  That was the problem.  We’re talking now.  Just, please, be happy for me?” 

“I’m always happy for you.  I do think that this is a good thing.  I’m just gonna miss you.”  

“You can always visit.  Or I can visit. I still need my best friend.”  

Lila reached over to take her hand.  “I still need you too. But if Rogers hurts you again, I am not responsible for what happens next.”  

“I would pay money to see you threaten Steve.  How about we do dinner on Sunday? A double date?”  

“We haven’t done one of those yet.”  

“No, we haven’t and then Bucky and I can watch you threaten Steve.  See dinner and a show!” 

The girls laughed and continued with the conversation with Belle messaging Steve about dinner. 

B: Amore, double date with Bucky and Lila Sunday?  S: Sure sweet pea.   B: Thanks  S: Dr Cho and Bruce would like to do a check up on you.   B: When?  S: Tomorrow? Clint can run you to the tower after work.   B: ok. Will you be there to hold my hand?  S: If you need me to love. Not my brave girl?  B: Not if there are needles involved.  

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OOC | Cillian &

so i thought id go ahead and put this into this kinda format so we can find it later when we inevitably can't remember details nad need a reread heehee <3

so it started w kate using the @ feature to ask when papa malconaire died...

LIZZY

lizzydobbs: Yes! So it was during the war that he [LORD MALCONAIRE] died. Cillian was also fighting in that same battle and was there when it happened #fun

KATE

forgotteneithne: @lizzydobbs oof... that's not traumatizing or anything for cillian...and also adds ANOTHER LAYER OF GUILT to Eithne's cake of confusion when it comes to Arthur XD

KATE AA

forgotteneilionora: this is why cillian cannot forgive the varmont boys...well, ONE of the reasons laksjfklsjdf omg poor eithne aklsjfkjldf arthur 'my dad killed your dad' varmont: wanna dance? ldskfjklsdjafkj

KATE

forgotteneithne: @forgotteneilionora Oh yeah both my ladies are definitely half a step away from a breakdown/existential crisis and I’m living for it 😂

KATE AA

forgotteneilionora: @forgotteneithne honestly if that aint the perfect place for a character idk what isssss <333333

KATE

phabblebabbles: @forgotteneilionora @lizzydobbs okay so wait now I’ve thought much too much about this and have more questions— Roderick’s sons took part in this battle, yeah? If they did…Do the Malconaire ladies know? Obviously Cillian must?! GAH ITS A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL OF DRAMA!

KATE AA

giadesstrin: @phabblebabbles @lizzydobbs OMG OBSESSEDDDDD so!!! Idk exactly which battles the sons personally took part in bc I feel like there were def a number raging in different places etc so this might’ve been under the command of one of the boys, or some rando general, or even if roderick himself. It’s also equally possible that all either none of the varmont or that ~all the varmont were present w each having command of a different flank or whatever so yeah! I’m open to anything! 👀 wait wait (sorry I just woke up my brain isn’t 100% working yet 😂😂😂) I think?? Somewhere??? Lizzy might’ve already answered this!!! Bc I think she said ooc to me asp that Edmund was in charge of the Varmont forces at that battle iirc? 👀 @lizzydobbs am I wildly misremembering things??? I only skim read before I’m ready to do replies so I sometimes get things wrong 😂😂😂😂 no pressure if this is one of those moments 😂😂😂😂 ok yes! I found it! In the edmund/cillian ooc lizzy suggested that perhaps it was edmund who orchestrated the battle wherein lord malconaire died!!!! AHHHHH I love itttt sfjkjfdfhh ok so idk honestly if cillian knows that honestly?? He was lord malconaires aide so he would’ve been privy to ~some info but not all and his line of sight would’ve been limited to just seeing varmont banners-he may have known that royalty was involved if he saw a personal crest? But I doubt he id’d it? just cuz I doubt he was familiar enough w varmont heraldry to know whose that was beyond like maybe ~Roderick’s himself? If such a thing exists in this world? But! If it does abd if edmund has a personal crest that he used that day and cillian saw, he is deffff searching for it but yeah obv a lot if ifs there 😂😂😂 if we do go that direction, it could be interesting if maybe all the varmont boys have similar motifs to designate that status or whatever so there could be a mistaken identity ;D

LIZZY

lizzydobbs: @phabblebabbles @forgotteneilionora ahhhhh I hadn't even thought that they might know edmund was in charge of that battle if they recognized his personal crest!!! b/c yeah I was thinking that edmund WAS in charge of that battle but I don't think he did a whole lot of fighting and was mostly leading from behind the lines from a strategic pov and never came across lord malconaire or cillian, himself. however, I like the idea that eventually it COULD come out and whether .. that is through cillian discovering edmund's crest OR mistaking it for one of the other varmonts and blaming them instead for it haha I'm up for either eventuality

KATE

phabblebabbles: @lizzydobbs @forgotteneilionora the OOC within the OOC is giving me life lol. That all makes total sense— I sort of assume the sisters might not realize the princes are actually active in the battle? (Which might be somewhat just turning a blind to the whole thing which honestly, who could blame them at this point? #trauma) so maybe the whole point of “oh they indirectly (or maybe directly) are the catalyst of our current terrible situation” hasn’t really hit home… yet

KATE AA

giadesstrin: @lizzydobbs @phabblebabbles I def agree that I don’t think rosie, at least, knows edmund had anything to do w it (at least yet 😉) but honestly that could def be a sort of willful ignorance on her part if we prefer! Rosie has a way of not seeing things she doesn’t want to until she has no choice haha but I can also see cillian playing that close to the chest re: the malconaires bc he worries for their safety if they displease the varmonts so he probs feels they’re safer if they don’t know At least until he discovers (whether correctly or not 😂😂😂) whose banner he saw. That being said he’d def share absolutely everything w the resistance—and Ciara might know who the commander was there? He might ask her abt it asp, too? @phabblebabbles omg IKRRRRRR I’ve been laughing abt the ooc within the ooc tooooo

KATE

phabblebabbles: @lizzydobbs @giadesstrin honest it’s on brand lol also just laughing at poor cillian trying to protect what’s left of his adopted family only got literally allllll the emperor’s sons to roll in. 😂 he’s probably like GOSH DARNIT JUST STAY INSIDE MALCONAIRES.

KATE AA

giadesstrin: @lizzydobbs @phabblebabbles cillian, in the middle of another snowpocypse but this time the varmonts got snowed in at the malconaire estate: come on, ladies, it’s time to move into the woods! Who needs houses anyway *sweating nervously*

KATE

phabblebabbles: @lizzydobbs @giadesstrin omg I’m dead poor cillian 😂😂😂😂Honestly between his war trauma, Brigit trauma, and the Varmont bros just existing its really a wonder he hasn’t had a breakdown lol

KATE AA

giadesstrin: @phabblebabbles @lizzydobbs honestlyyyyyy I feel like the resistance is keeping him sane rn bc it means the fight isn’t over!!! They haven’t won yet!!! There’s still more he can do but sdghjhfddg yeahhhhh he is really going through it tbqh

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@forgottenedmund -- ill probs ask this in the edmund/cillian solo thread too but just in case i forget...if you think edmund ~does have a banner that cillian might've seen, what do you think the sigil is? i ask bc im 100% sure that cillian would be on the hunt for it if he saw it

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Help me aegor-bamfsteel you're my only hope

It's for my fanfic so if you don't want to answer that's totaly fine

But in the situation where after Baelor takes the L and Daena becomes queen (stay with me) marries some dude (that's not aegon) and has a totaly trueborn son Daemon, who would she betroth him to?

(I know ideally it would be to his closes female relative but I erased Daenaerys from existence, his aunts are unavailable and they don't have any daughters)

Meanwhile, the grim reality:

Thanks for sending this so close to Star Wars day, because then I felt obligated to answer it in a timely fashion.

An AU where Daena is queen, Daemon’s dad isn’t Aegon, and there’s no “forbidden romance” between closely related preteens? I’d be interested in reading it once you’ve decided to post.

In an AU of this type the politics don’t seem to be as important as the characters, so you can betrothe Daemon to whoever you want (if anybody; in the “politics aren’t so important” AU maybe she’s gonna be ok with a love match). But if it has to be some lady, that depends on what you want Daena’s policy to be. Is she going to continue Baelor’s peace with Dorne? If she doesn’t already have a Dornish in-law (either her husband or one of her sisters’) maybe it’s best to betrothe him to a Dornish lady (not a Martell; I don’t think she’s going to forgive murdering her brother under a peace banner. Not a Wyl, considering they tortured her other brother and cousin. Other Houses barring Qorgyle might do). Is she instead going to be more like Daeron I or earlier Aliandra, and make attacks on Dorne part of policy? Then maybe betrothe him to a Stormlander or Reach “marcher” family. Is she going to reward loyalty? Then maybe she’d betrothe him to one of her supporters’ daughters. Is she going to reach out to the people who wanted to crown Viserys II and his spawn? Then maybe one of their daughters. Is having Valyrian blood prime importance in a bride? Then she’d look toward the Velaryons, Celtigars, or any of Rhaena daughter of Laena’s descendants with Garmund Hightower; if they’re not available, she may even look east to Lys or Old Volantis. Is she looking to honor that old Pact of Ice and Fire from the Dance of Dragons? Then maybe a Stark or even Manderly bride (considering they were denied a Targ spouse twice before). Personally I think from what we see in canon is that Daena is very loyal, protective, idealistic, courageous and clearly invested in the Targ legacy, but where that leads you in choosing a future Princess consort for Daemon is your decision. I’d be interested in taking a look once you’re finished, though.

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