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littleoanh · 2 years

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Hiii Albie how are u doing?? I hope you’re doing good💖 Ur work is so amazing I can’t get enough of it!💖💖💖 It started with a smile is so well written i just-asksjdjkwwk🥰

So i got a request if you’re not too busy could u pls make a kakucho fluffy but dom smuttyy smut (like do one u did with ran in the series), i crave this man sm ugh😫 We need to know why he’s the number one boyfriend 😳 Could u make it about him being an absolutely sweetheart like literally obsessed with y/n so whenever someone flirts with her *haitini’s or sanzu’s crackheadass* he gets so feral and into zaddyyy mode real quik that makes y/n never looking to another man ever again.. And rest of bonten are really jealous that kaku is with y/n, she is also superstrong (bonten nr 4) and rlly gorgeous and joined bonten soo this all happends at a meeting or event. He needs to destroy me and then cuddle me afterwards hihi✨

Tysm for ur time🙏🏼💖

A/N: Hello anon darling ❤️! I wish I can say I am doing alright, under the weather atm 😷 but I wanted to post this before passing out again. And thank you for your kind words 🤗. I’m glad you enjoyed my first series! Hahaha, yes I can turn our best boi Kakucho into a dom like I did for Ran. I hope you enjoy this piece!

Only One

Characters: Kakucho x fem!Reader

Warnings: Kakucho treating reader like a goddess, kisses, minor violence (not towards reader), Sanzu degrading reader (in a flashback), reader is flirty with the Haitani Brothers and Sanzu, Kakucho display jealousy, smut (pet play, collaring with a belt [A/N: remember this is fiction, this kink should not be used for newbies], degrading (Kakucho calls reader “stupid pet” and “dumb pet”), face fucking, cum swallowing, sloppy makeout, spankings, unprotected sex [wrap it up people], squirting, biting, hickeys, and creampie), and fluff ending

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading, correcting and beta reading!

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You’re dangerous. Drop dead gorgeous. Formidable. Kakucho has found his purpose again in life which was to serve you. He treats you like the goddess you are and worships the ground you walk on. Anything you want, he will make sure you’ll have it.

“Angel,” Kakucho softly caresses your sleeping face, “it’s time to wake up.” He places gentle kisses on your eyelids, your cute nose, and your lips. You stir and let out cute little moans that are only meant for him to hear. Your eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust the dim light shining through the bedroom window.

“Mmmm, Kaku.” Your adorable tired voice makes him feel warm inside. You wrap your arms around him to snuggle closer to his chest. “Good morning.” You close your eyes again and he chuckles, he keeps kissing you to wake you up more.

“Good morning, my love. I made breakfast for you.” Your eyes shoot open, staring at him for him to tell you more, “I made some salted salmon, miso soup, tamagoyaki, spinach salad, and pickled daikon.” A beautiful smile spread upon your pouty lips.

“Kaku, you’re the best.” You return small butterfly kisses on his handsome face before you press your lips onto his. Moaning how good his lips feel on yours, wanting to feel him more but Kakucho lifts you up in his strong arms and carries you out to the kitchen and sets you on the chair where he has breakfast laid out for the both of you.

“No Angel, you are the best.” He kisses your forehead before taking a seat next to you. You give him a thankful peck on the cheek before digging in.

This is your usual morning routine with Kakucho whenever you spend the night with him. Waking up to his loving kisses and him making a healthy breakfast for the both of you. While you are getting ready in his bathroom, he is busy packing a bento box lunch and making your favorite coffee. When he feels your radiating presence in the room, he finds you wearing a sexy pantsuit. Your hair is styled, your makeup (which he thinks you look better without) is flawless, and your confident stance is alluring.

“Ready, my love?”

“Ready.” Your seductive smile sets his heart beat at a blistering pace.

Kakucho never carried a briefcase with him before, but ever since he started dating you he has. The reason is because he wants to make sure he has everything in there to take care of you. Spilled coffee on your shirt? He has a stain remover stick. Lipstick faded? He has your shade. Your hair tie snapped during a fight? He has extras. Cut yourself? He has a basic first aid kit. Too tired to walk in your high heels? He brought your flats. He even has extra feminine products in his briefcase in case you have your monthly cycle during the day. Also your favorite chocolate bars.

He will open doors for you, walk on the side of the curb, has an extra blanket or jacket in his car in case you get cold… just the perfect gentleman.

Stepping into the Bonten building, all eyes are on you. You exude confidence, fierceness, and attractiveness that always grab everyone’s attention. The moment you and Kakucho step into the conference room, someone comes to surprise you by trying to trip you backwards. You hold your steady stance, grabbing your supposed “assailant” and flip them back, knocking them on their ass.

“Better luck next time, Sanzu.” Your shit eating grin appears on your smug face. Normally Kakucho’s natural instincts would come to your aid but this is a normal occurrence between you and Sanzu.

[Flash Back]

“This is… our no. 4?” Sanzu approached you, eyeing you up and down. Sure you are attractive, he looked at you once more… okay, really attractive. Maybe you have wit. But to be no. 4 in command, you need to be ruthless and strong. Your appearance did not show that. “All you have is looks, sweetheart. You’re better off working at a whore house.”

Kakucho was about to come into your defense until something took all their breath away. It was so quick that it happened in a blink of an eye. You knocked Sanzu’s ass down without hesitation and with great strength. The ground even shook from the impact. Sanzu was groaning in pain, he didn’t see this coming. Mikey displayed a small proud smile.

You turned to face the rest of the executives with your deadly aura and terrifying stare, “Anyone else believe I would be better off working at a whore house?” No one dared question you. Kakucho was immediately enamored with you. He never liked Sanzu in the first place and the fact you taught him a lesson made Kakucho respect you.

“You really took me by surprise, sweetheart.” Sanzu was staggering to get back up, “Your strength is exhilarating!” His droopy eyes showed some excitement. “As Bonten no. 2, I will not hold back and put you back in your place, No. 4.” He towered over you, your quick eyes noticed his movement to try to use your technique and you counter it flawlessly.

“I would like to see you try, Pinky.” You walked to sit in an empty seat next to Kakucho. The moment you two made eye contact, he knew he found a reason for living.

[End Flashback]

“Ahhh, so close!” Sanzu happily admits his defeat and pulls himself up from the floor. Rin and Koko scoff while you roll your eyes and stare into his dilated blue eyes boringly.

“Not even close, Pinky.” You and Kakucho saunter to your usual seats, he hands you your coffee and you thank him before taking a sip of the delicious taste. Kakucho always makes the perfect amount of sweetness. Ran has been observing both of your interactions with his amusing eyes.

“Spend the night with our little Kakucho?” Ran playfully asks with his arm plop on the table and leaning his head against his hand. Rin snickers when he sees the look of embarrassment on Kakucho’s face. Mikey, Koko, Mochi, and Takeomi flicker their eyes in your direction, it’s obvious that you did but they still want to see how this plays out.

“Why? Are you jealous, Ran Ran?” You match his playfulness with a seductive smile, Kakucho frowns when he sees you flirting back. He doesn’t like it when you do that, especially when you smile like that. It should only be for him.

“Always.” Ran gives you a flirty wink, “My bed is so cold without you. Come over to warm it up sometime.” Kakucho hands ball into fists. He is close to wanting to punch Ran, not like how you are flirting in front of him.

“You’re always welcome in my bed too.” Rin joins in the little fun, you let out that cute giggle of yours that Kakucho loves but not when it’s towards someone else.

“If you want me, you need to come and claim me darling.” Your seductive smile didn’t falter, upsetting Kakucho even more. Why are you going along with them?

“Oh?” Sanzu arches one of his eyebrows, “Is that what Kakucho did? How is he in bed?” He boldly asks you in front of everyone, Kakucho’s cheeks are heated. “From what I can tell,” Sanzu’s droopy eyes land on Kakucho, “it doesn’t seem like he can tame a brat like you.” Kakucho’s eyes glowered at him. “I mean if it were me,” He tilts his head to the side with a sadistic smile, “you’d be collared and I’ll show everyone what an obedient pet you are.”

“Is that right?” Your eyes challenge his statement, “You think you can handle a brat like me?” Kakucho’s fists clench tighter, imagining the Haitani brothers and Sanzu claiming you. This does not sit well with him.

“Come to my office after this meeting and I will gladly show you.” Sanzu’s smirk.

“Why wait until after the meeting? Don’t you want to show everyone what an obedient pet I am-” Kakucho abruptly stands up and everyone stares at him, bewildered. Nobody gets to call you their pet, except for him. He grabs your wrist, yanks you out of your seat, and drags you out. “Ah! Kaku-” He faces you with a dominating expression you never saw on him before.

“Shut. Up.” Your eyes widen in surprise and immediately close your mouth. Everyone is surprised to see this side of Kakucho. He stares at everyone else down with a glare, “We’ll be back later.” He pulls your wrist and takes you out of the conference room.

“Um… is it alright for them to leave?” Mochi asks this puzzling question. Everyone looks at Mikey, who is eating his taiyaki.

“He needs to tame her.” Mikey glances over the rest of them, “Commence the meeting.” The rest of the executives are jealous of Kakucho who is excused to teach you a lesson.

The car ride is silent, deathly silent. Normally, it’s a comfortable silence. But this, you are afraid to look at him. You can feel how pissed he is. Kakucho has never been this mad at you, actually scratch that… he’s barely ever mad at you. He parks in front of his place, you open your own car door for once and step out. He walks ahead of you which is completely out of the norm and you follow him behind. The elevator ride is also silent, he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

Closing the front door behind you, you expect him to say something but instead, he walks into the kitchen leaving you alone. You hear him rummaging through the kitchen drawers. Hesitantly, you call after him. “Kakucho?” He ignores you and continues doing his own task. In several minutes, he steps out with his belt in his hand. That’s strange.

He approaches you with an unreadable expression. “Kakucho, what-” He grabs you by the jaw, pulling you towards him. Your eyes go wide, yelping at the sudden force. This is not like the Kakucho who has always been a gentleman.

“Strip.” He demands, pushing you away. You stumble back, still shocked but you do as you're told. You don’t want to upset him even more. Plus, this is getting interesting… His hungry eyes watch you strip naked in front of him. When you’re finally bare, Kakucho wraps his belt around your neck, sticking the prong into a new hole he must have made in the kitchen. He tugs on his new makeshift collar and leash, making sure it isn’t too tight. “How does this feel?” His voice is monotone but stares at you sternly.

“I can still breathe.” He nods in approval.

“Then get down on all fours.” Your eyes gape in surprise.

“Wh-what?” Kakucho pulls the belt to bring you closer to his face.

“I said. Get down on all fours.” Your legs shake, but this is kinda exciting to see this side of him. You did as he told you, looking up to see what he wants you to do next. “Take off my pants.” You use your hands to unbutton his pants but he slaps your hand. “Use your mouth. Since that’s all you’re good for.” You know you shouldn’t get turned on by his degradation but you can feel your pussy throb. You did your best to use your mouth to unzip and unbutton but you are not able to do it. “Useless. Can’t do anything by yourself.” He unbuttons his pants then pulls out his semi hard cock and dangles in front of your face. You stare at the pre cum leaking from his tip. “Do I have to tell you everything? You know what to do.” Kakucho pulls on his belt and you gasp.

You lean forward to lick a long stride from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. You twirl your tongue around his head, teasing him and he pulls on the belt again.

“Fuck, stop teasing me, bitch. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” You did what he told and he shoves his cock down your throat. You feel him in the back of your throat and you gag. “Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.” You follow his instructions, able to breathe normally but not for long. He roughly fucks your throat as if you are his personal fleshlight. Your tears are run down your face and spit is dripping down your neck. You moan and gag every time he goes too deep. “Fuck this is what your mouth is good for. Being stuffed with my cock.” Your pussy is dripping down to your thighs.

He tugs the belt to pull you closer to have your nose touch his abdomen and he spills his cum directly down your throat while groaning. Forcing you to swallow every drop. His cock stops pulsating inside your mouth and he pulls out. You try to catch your breath, your jaw is sore and your lips are swollen from the rough treatment. Not that you’re complaining. Kakucho pulls the belt to have you stand up and he messily makes out with you. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating your tongue. He breaks the kiss, spit connecting both your lips.

“Crawl over to the couch and bend over on the arm.” You get down on your hands and knees and crawl towards his couch with him following you. Then you pull yourself up and bend over on the arm of the couch. Kakucho removes the rest of his clothing and stroking his cock.“Spread your ass cheeks.” Your cheeks go red with embarrassment. Kakucho spanks your ass, “Spread them.” His stern voice commands you, you shyly spread your ass cheek. He leans down, feeling him inspecting your pussy and he blows air making your pussy clench at nothing. “Pathetic hole.” Kakucho drags his cock up and down on your wet slit before ramming it hard against your cervix.

“AH!” You cry out. He punishes your pussy and tugs the belt, making your back arch. The couch squeaks, your tits bounce, your pussy is making wet lewd sounds and you hear Kakucho’s breathy moans. He lifts your leg up, forcing you to let go of your ass cheeks and fucks you even deeper. “Ah, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Kaku-” He yanks the belt harshly and it cuts off your moans.

“Master.” Kakucho corrects you while continuing to brutally thrust into your cunt. You can’t hold out much longer and you feel you are about to burst.

“Ma-Master! ‘M gonna cum. Need to cum!”

“Beg your master.”

“Please, please, please please! Let me cum!” Your tears are dripping from holding out your pleasure. Kakucho dips his hand down to rub your clit and you squeal.

“Cum.” You release the knot in your stomach, squirting clear liquid on the arm of the couch and the floor and your eyes roll back. This is the first time you squirt and you are in bliss. Once you are down from your high, Kakucho tugs his belt, “We’re not done yet.” He drags you around the couch and he sits down on the cushion. “Fuck yourself on this cock like the stupid pet you are.”

Your jelly legs straddle over him, you hold his cock to sink down on it. And holy fuck, he’s fucking deep. Too deep. Making you feel full. Kakucho slaps your ass with a cold look in his eyes, telling you to move. You bounce on his cock, feeling every inch of his length and girth. Kakucho harshly sucks on your bouncing tits, biting them and marking them. Your legs are growing weak, you resort to grinding and feeling his cock move inside of you.

“Tired already? What a dumb pet.” His cold words spat, but it didn’t register you since you are dumbed out. Kakucho holds your hips and fucks into you, making you moan and scream in pleasure.

“Master! I-I need’a cum! Please lemme cum!” Feeling another orgasm building up.

“Do it. I’m going to cum inside this pathetic hole.” Your pussy squeezes his cock so hard, it nearly pushes him out but he prevents it. The moment he bites hard on your neck, clear liquid gushes out, wetting his cock and abdomen. He continues to fuck into your wet pussy, feeling close to ejaculation. You whine from overstimulation, your clit is too sensitive. He lets out a deep sexy moan and thick ropes of cum shoots inside your gummy walls. Kakucho holds you tightly, not wanting any drop of cum to spill out.

You both try to catch your breaths, sweat dripping from your bodies. Kakucho notices his markings on your tits are bluish purple and he softly caresses around it.

“Did this hurt?” His voice is now back to a gentle tone.

“It stings a little but I’m alright. That was a lot of fun.” You reassure him with a blissful expression, Kakucho carefully removes the belt around your neck. There is a slight marking around your neck, he winces a little for manhandling you. He lifts you up and carries you to his bedroom. He cautiously lays you on his comfortable bed and cuddles you from behind. His strong arms wrap you in a tight but a safe space for you.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” Kakucho’s eyes see a dark hickey forming on your shoulder too and lightly kisses it. “I got jealous, I didn’t like it when you or the Haitani brothers or Sanzu flirt. I know it’s selfish of me because we’re not officially together-”

You turn your face and kiss him deeply, in hopes to wash away his jealousy. “You are the only one I want.” You turn your body back around to face him completely. “Don’t ever be jealous of them because they will never have me.” You kiss him passionately, Kakucho runs his rough fingers through your disarray hair.

“Please… let me stay by your side no matter what.” Leans his forehead against yours.

“Don’t ever leave my side.”

“Never, my love.” You share another passionate kiss, feeling each other’s unspoken love.

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lorirwritesfanfic · 1 year

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Picky Eater

Book: Mother Of The Year Pairing: Thomas Mendez x MC (Ayla) Rating: T Word count: 1197 Reading time: 5 min Summary: Ayla will have to face her own limitations as she tries to teach her daughter how to be an open-minded eater.

Author's note:

I got an ask from @peonierose with some lovely pictures a while ago and decided to write this story.

Why Thomas x Ayla of all my OTPs? I don't know. Only heaven knows lol

Ayla Day is a creation of this author. The others characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios.

Stephanie and Luz run across the park, crunching dry leaves and stems with their boots as Ayla watches them from a bench nearby. She then glances at Thomas in the street market, chatting with a pumpkin vendor, probably sharing tips and recipes for Thanksgiving dishes.

Being raised most of her life in Brazil, she is a bit indifferent to most American traditions and never saw any reason to look forward to the holiday during her relationship with Guy. But since Thomas and Luz are so excited to celebrate Thanksgiving, she didn't feel like saying no to joining them for the festivities. Stephanie is half American too. It's only fair that she partakes in Thanksgiving dinners once in a while.

"Found it!" Thomas beams as he saunters over carrying a large pumpkin in one hand.

"I can see that..." Her brows shoot in response, but she tries her best not to undermine his excitement. "But don't you think that one is too big for us?"

"Not at all! Levi, Eiko and Alma are coming over. We can do so many dishes with this baby right here. Plus, it's like your mother always says..."

"It’s better to err on the side of generosity than to appear too stingy?"

"Exactly."

"If you say so..." Ayla gives her shoulders.

Thomas then places the pumpkin down and sits next to her. "Everything okay, darling?"

"Yeah... It's just a dumb thought that crossed my mind..."

"About what?"

"Pumpkins... I'm not exactly a fan..."

"Really? Why not?"

"I don't know... The taste and the texture after it's cooked aren't appealing to me."

"Pumpkins aren't appealing to you in every single dish you've tried?"

She wrinkles her nose.

Thomas chortles.

"I know it's childish of me to be picky. I'm trying to teach my own kid not to be picky about food so she can adapt easily to any situation."

"I understand..."

"Do you?"

He nods. "Your secret is safe with me, darling."

"Thank you."

"However..." He grins.

She purses her lips and stares at him deadpan.

"Hear me out first. You can complain all about it later."

"Okay, what is it?"

"If you really want to set a good example for Stephanie, you'll have to show her you're an open-minded eater."

Ayla makes a face. "Yeah... But how do I do that without twisting my nose at a pumpkin pie?"

He grins. "I'm so glad you asked."

One hour later

The scent of coffee roast, nuts and milk spread in the air as Ayla adds the cheesecake filling to the pre-baked crust to place it back in the oven. To her, the idea of adding pumpkin puree to the cheesecake is outrageous. But it's okay. She'll have it with wine anyway. Plus, everything will be fine as soon as she gets a large mug of that fancy and delicious strong coffee Thomas buys especially for her.

"Alright, cheesecake is in the oven, potatoes are ready, turkey is almost done. Did you check on the girls?”

“They’re watching NFL game.”

“Really? I thought Luz preferred soccer.”

“And hopefully she’ll stick to it. She’s intense enough even when she’s watching the game from the living room.”

“Okay…” Ayla giggles. “What’s next?”

"How about we take a break for coffee?"

"Now we're talking! It'll definitely help me with my article later."

"Will I have to sleep by myself all night again while you finish work again? Man..." He nags.

"Not all night." She steps closer to kiss his cheek and gives him her best smile. "Just some of it..."

Thomas fakes pouting.

"Don't give me those puppy eyes. You leave alone in bed almost every night." She folds her arms, feigning annoyance.

"I know and I'm grateful you understand, darling." He wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek. "Just don't tire yourself too much."

"Yeah, yeah... This is all cute and very lovey-dovey of you, but where's my coffee?"

"How about a latte instead?"

A smile forms on her lips again. "I'm listening."

"Sit tight. I'll take care of everything, darling."

"Mmm..." She then sits on a stool by the kitchen island, resting her chin on one elbow. "I love when you talk dirty to me..."

Chuckling, he turns off the coffee machine, pours the coffee into a mug, adds a spoon of pumpkin puree and whisks them together with a mixer.

"Hey! What was that orange goo in my rich people coffee?"

"Didn't we talk about you setting up a good example for Stephanie by being an open-minded eater?"

"Yes! But coffee isn't a dish! Coffee is coffee and it’s perfect the way it is!" She scowls.

"It's easier to enjoy something you don't like when you include other things you like with it."

Ayla folds her arms.

"I know you're still skeptical, but I'm going to prove you wrong," he says, slowly adding hot milk to the mug.

"You'd better. Because right now you're only showing me the atrocities American people do by adding pumpkin to latte and cheesecake."

Thomas shakes his head and grins. Once the coffee is ready, he covers the mug with whipped cream then adds cinnamon powder and a glass straw with a flourish.

"Here you go."

Ayla inspects the mug for a moment then takes a sip of coffee.

"So?"

"It's better than I expected it to be..." She replies, toying with the straw before drinking it again.

"Wait until you take a bite of the cheesecake."

She instinctively wrinkles her nose.

"I don't think that's the best attitude if you really want Stephanie to be open-minded about food," he points out.

"What? I didn't say anything!"

"Ayla, it's all over your face. And for the record, that's the same face you made when Luz and I had pumpkin ice cream."

Her shoulders slump as she places down the mug. "I'm ruining this, aren't I?"

"No, you're not." He moves closer to kiss her forehead. "And it's okay if Stephanie doesn't like pumpkin after all. Many people don't. Besides, you managed to make her eat most vegetables kids hate."

She gives her shoulders slightly.

"She's a smart and healthy kid who is incredibly lucky to be your daughter, darling. Whether she becomes a picky eater or not."

"Plus, I didn't lie about Thanksgiving, Santa Claus, tooth fairy..."

"You did better in that department than I ever did, by the way."

"I still do."

“Are you still going to call me out about not mentioning the real story of Thanksgiving until she was nine?”

“Yes! Steph knows it since she was six! And may I add, Luz was tough enough to not only hear the full story but also gather money from all white students in the school and donate to indigenous communities because — to quote her…”

“The natives Americans deserve historical reparation.”

They chuckle.

"You're a wonderful mother, Ayla. I'm glad Luz and I have someone like you in our lives."

"Thank you… You're a great parent too, darling," she says resting her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you.”

"Hey, maybe you can be the good influence on Steph about food."

"Why? You're almost halfway through the pumpkin-spiced latte."

"Yeah, but there's the cheesecake."

"Darling, just face it. You're going to love it.”

“You’re so wrong about that…” She scoffs.

“You will eat a big fat slice of pumpkin cheesecake and have seconds. You just don't know it yet,” he jokes.

"If I dump enough whipped cream to disguise the pumpkin in it, sure!"

Between laughter and a few sips of latte, the couple begins to set up the table for dinner.

#choices fanfic #mother of the year fanfic #thomas mendez #thomas mendez x mc #lorirwritesfanfic #lorircreates

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yaminerua · 3 years

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Kentaro would totally embrace the concept of selfies 100% tbh

and he’d never miss an opportunity for one. or miss a chance to drag Takeshi into one.

Sometimes in the middle of work he’ll just suddenly appear with his phone and snap several pics in quick succession yelling “SMILE, TAKEPON!” as he takes the first shot and the resultant sequence shows a progression from focused and oblivious Takeshi to confused and bewildered to embarrassed and frustrated and then the rest are a wild indecipherable blur where he then no doubt tried to wrestle the phone out of Kentaro’s hands to delete what was just taken.

Kentaro always has trouble with having enough free memory available because he never deletes the pictures he takes. He’ll snapchat Sukiyabashi random pictures with commentary on what Takeshi’s doing, or pictures of the two of them about to chow down for lunch and Takeshi just looks so reluctant with this ‘do you NEED to take a photo every time god damn’ expression on his face.

Sukiyabashi in response to all this is just the personification of a smiling emoji. But the fun usually stops when Eri hijacks Sukiyabashi’s phone and sends lots of angry emojis and threatening selfies with giant hammers, usually captioned with something like “Back to work, slackers!”

And even when on duty as Duklyon Kentaro needs to have the phone wrestled from his grip when he tries to take ‘superhero selfies’ of him and Takeshi with the helmets off like seriously Kentaro do you understand what the term ‘secret identity’ means at all?

Also he definitely has like an instagram account or something where he just posts all the bento and meals he prepares for Takeshi and himself too.

#duklyon #clamp school defenders #in the mornings kentaro sends pictures of the lunches he's preparing to takeshi with questions like with or without?#so that takeshi can actually sort of at least have a say in what kentaro's going to be feeding him #then when they're done kentaro takes a selfie with the bentos. kentaro takes so many selfies #and he sends almost all of them to takeshi #random ones in the morning like halfway through brushing his teeth #or still in bed having literally just woken up like yo takepon you up yet #or ones where he's set up his living room to look like a giant blanket fort with lots of snacks and a pile of movies #like he'll first send just the photo of the set up then another one with his face visible with this dorky begging expression #like pleeeeeeease? i have lots of popcorn and movies we can laugh at and point out all the superhero things they're getting wrong #takeshi convinces himself the only reason he actually agrees to half of those invitations is because its better #than having constant notifications on his phone of kentaro sending him exaggerated sad selfies of him eating popcorn alone in a pillow fort #and at night the last thing he tends to see before he falls asleep is one last selfie of kentaro all snug and bundled up in his own bed #ready for sleep and with some dumb smile on his face and a Night Darling~ caption #eventually tho there's no longer a need for that last one. you know. once they're married #because now takepon is right there and he can say goodnight in person and just be a cuddly dork #duQUEUElyon #i could ramble about these idiots forever tbh

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gothamitelove · 2 years

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Okay okay I think I’m a big dumb dumb and might be the anon who asked for Gotham! Jervis- then completely forgot I did. If it wasn’t me then I did it on another blog and I’m realllly stupid :(

Anyways, could you do Gotham! Jervis with a S/O whose kinda like Donna Beneviento from Resident Evil 8?

For context Donna is extremely quiet and reserved. She’s a doll maker whose dolls are haunted. She has one main doll whose like connected to her, and like talks for her? If you wanna go all the way, she also has the ability to grow hallucination inducing plants.

Of course if the whole Donna thing is to much can you just do basic relationship heacanons? 💞

hi!! thank you for requesting! here are some basic relationship headcanons for jervis, just bc i don't know enough about resident evil 8 to do your request justice! i'm sorry <3

gotham!jervis tetch relationship headcanons

disclaimer that i feel i should put in every post i make: jervis, like just about every batman villain, has the potential to get very unhealthy relationship-wise.

he can be just this side of obsessive on a good day, which is why, if you want to ever leave the house again, you've gotta have the Boundaries Talk.

"no, jervis, you can't go everywhere with me. of course i want you around, it's just that you have a job, darling, and you have to do it. i know, it's terrible. it's awful."

and he's clingy. he will drape himself all over you in every situation, regardless of how socially acceptable it may or may not be. he just loves hugging you and giving you kisses.

sometimes he can be a little weird about it, touching your face while you sleep and stroking your neck when you eat like that'll help you swallow. it's a little strange, but he does it with the best intentions. you're just so perfect!

jervis is probably the most attentive partner on the planet. he just wants to make you happy, and he quickly learns your moods and what you enjoy just so he can make you smile.

are you ready for tea parties? you'd better be, because you're having one a week. at least. jervis gets very excited about this. he serves your favorite foods, and when you tell him how good it is, he lights up like a christmas tree.

that is to say, compliment him once and you'll never get rid of him.

he loves pet names, both calling you them and being called them himself. some of his favorites are "my love" and "darling", but he can get creative with them too. how do you feel about "sugarplum"?

if you can't sleep at night, jervis will read to you! from alice in wonderland, of course. he has a very nice voice, and he does different accents for different characters. he could have been an actor if he hadn't gone in for organized crime.

he thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever met, both inside and out. you'll never go a day without hearing him tell you he loves you, that's for sure! he adores you more than anything.

(requests are open! shoot me an ask and i’ll get back to ya asap. and if you’d like to be tagged when i post, dm me!)

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kira-fluff · 3 years

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please please PLEASE may we have a part two to the 'only one bed' piece you posted 🥺🥺 your writing is INCREDIBLE and I loved it so much 🥺🥺🥺 if u decide to do a part two then thank u so much in advance,, hope u have a good day 🥺

a/n: you asked for it (some others did too but this anon was so adorable so I’m replying to this one) so I’m gon’ give it to u <3 also, THANK YOU I am being 1000% honest that your comments seriously brought me to tears I was SO happy you all loved it. when I say pt.2, I kind of assume that it’s with the same characters (since no one specified others) so that’s what I’m gonna do!

Context provided, don’t worry babes

WARNINGS: sexual harassment, intoxication, extremely heavily suggestive (it gets pretty spicy)

Also contains spoilers from part 1 but like why would you even read part 2 if you haven’t read part 1? Get outta here and read it!! (Why is this even a warning? I don’t know don’t question my methods)

“There’s only one bed” [PT.2] PT.1

Saeyoung

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug. Shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer.

When you’d noticed him stirring awake, you quickly shut your eyes once more, trying to conceal your growing smile

Saeyoung blinked a few times before registering at last where he was

He needed a little more time to register why you are in his arms

Pretending to be asleep again, you nuzzled further into his chest, letting out a soft groan

Saeyoung’s mind flew to DANGER MODE

He felt kinda guilty holding you in his arms because let’s face it there’s no way he isn’t enjoying this

He was so stunned that, for once, he was at a loss for words (shocking, I know)

Blinking out of his stupor, he murmured, “Y/N?”

His morning voice was... nice.

You pretended to “wake up”, fake yawning before saying, “Yes, Saeyoung?”, subtly batting your eyes a little

(It wasn’t subtle)

But since Saeyoung is an actual fucking moron, he can’t tell the difference

Play it cool, Seven. She can’t know that you know she was doing this all night and you didn’t do anything.

“Wow”, Saeyoung choked out a laugh, “I didn’t know you liked me this much.”

You look down, in between the two of you before slowly making eye contact with him again, smirking in disbelief, “I could say the same to you.”

A slow blush crept up his face at the innuendo

But he was NOT about to lose

Saeyoung Choi is NOT a loser

“Oh, yeah? Well, I wasn’t the one screaming my name last night.”

You gasped, “Screaming?! I didn’t scream -- I would’ve remembered a dream like tha-- Oh!” You quickly covered your mouth, already feeling regret seeping into every bone of your body.

Saeyoung openly chuckled, looking at you with a sort of darkness in his eyes

“You’re more dangerous than this whole mission.”

You were still out of sorts, failing to come up with a comeback besides a quiet, “I wasn’t screaming.”

A shit eating grin replaced the cool smirk on Saeyoung’s face

“I win.”

“Eat a dick, Seven.”

“Sorry, I think I’m more attracted to the one who was moaning out, ‘Oooh, Saeyoung~~~’“

You threw a pillow straight in his face, muttering a “shut up”, blushing profusely

Ever the competitive fucker, Saeyoung proclaims an all out pillow fight

It is WAR

Throwing pillow after pillow at each other in between giggles and taunts and jeers

“Take no prisoners!” you shouted, feeling unbeatable

Until Saeyoung grabbed your ass, pulling you down with him, earning a yelp from you

“What the fuck, Sev’?! You cheater!!”

“I don’t know, my hand’s a lot more comfortable here!”

You scoffed, “Oh, YOU! YOU are gonna GET IT!”

Saeyoung threw back his head in laughter but abruptly stopped when you grabbed his face with both your hands, and forcefully kissed him

He let out a “MMPH!”, eyes wide

Before, of course, kissing you back with equal force

Gasping for air at last, you spoke in between breaths, “I......win..”

“Actually, darling, I think I just did.”

Noticing your loss for words, he smirked before asking, “So.... what’s my prize?”

You didn’t have to be asked twice, “I think I have something in mind...”

His eyes met your own before slowly scanning your body, then snapping back to your eyes once more

You bit your lip

“I know you’ll lose at least one thing tonight.”

“Bold of you to assume--”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Wish granted ;)

Yoosung

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!”

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--”

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.”

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel. This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. Yeah. Gotta love relatives.

Following this stunning confession, you felt dumb because, well, you still didn’t know where you really stood with Yoosung

So when night came, you were ready to go to a party

Putting on your earrings and making sure your clothes were laid properly in place, you stepped out of the resort room to a waiting Yoosung

“H-hey, thanks for waiting for me,” You nervously tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

Yoosung avoided eye contact, opting for a stiff nod

You gazed deeper into the side of his head, feeling hurt.

But... you decided not to say anything.

Walking together to the reserved room the resort had made in preparation for Yoosung’s uncle was awkward, not a single word spoken between the two of you

When you arrived, Yoosung’s eccentric uncle immediately shouted, “’Sung ‘Sung! Get over ‘ere! We’re gonna have a part-ay!!”

You suddenly understood why Chaewon was the way he was

and why Yoosung’s parents forced him to go on this trip instead of themselves

Since you didn’t know his name, you opted for your nickname -- Uncle Alcohol

Cuz he had a LOT of it

In number, and in the amount he shoved down his throat at any given time

Seriously, how is this guy already drunk?!

You watched as Uncle Alcohol shoved a sloppy arm around Yoosung, not so quietly shouting something in his ear above the blaring music

You were too far away to hear, thank goodness, but you took note of the way Yoosung immediately blushed and shook his head fervently, his hands held in front of his chest

Before you could take in the atmosphere further, you felt a shiver down your back

Immediately turning around you saw the oh-so-famous Chaewon

“Heeeyyyyyyy babbeeheehe...... Wannnaaa..... sliiidee in my room tonighhht?” Laughing in a way what made you cringe and your ears numb, you replied, “No thanks, bud. You should probably get some water.”

“Nooo I want youuuu” Grabbing your boob in his hand, he laughed again, saying, “Nice”

Oh my god.. where the fuck is Yoosung??

You quickly slapped away his hand, shouting, “Stay the hell away from me asshole! Try anything else again, and I won’t give a shit that you’re drunk or Yoosung’s family, I will call the cops on you!”

He acted as if he didn’t hear you, but must’ve gotten the message because he sauntered over to another group of girls

Aren’t those his cousins? What the fuck is WRONG with that guy?!

The loud smack and curses answered the question. You didn’t attempt to help when you saw them proceed to beat the absolute shit out of him, blood and all.

What you needed was a drink. Something really, really strong.

You walked over to the resort bar tender

Something about your face must’ve given it all away because he began with a “Rough night, huh?”

“Do not even fucking ask me about it. God, please, I’m sorry that was rude. I just need something strong... just give me three fingers of rye.” You waved your hand nonchalantly, sitting at a bar stool.

“Are you sure, lady? You don’t look the type to handle that kinda liquor..”

“That’s kind of the point.”

He sighed, “Look... I’m not supposed to condone you getting completely shit-faced.. but you look like you need it tonight. I’ll make something a little easier down the throat, okay?”

You nodded, exasperated.

You didn’t know what it was, but it did the trick. It’s fruity taste easily passed down your throat, leaving you feeling lighter and more at peace.

“’nother one.”

He obliged, pouring another glass for you.

Four drinks in and your world was already unbelievably wobbly.

You were seeing double, looking at the bartender’s second form

You laughed, it all seemed to funny

Standing up, you stumbled over to the dance floor, grabbing one of Uncle A’s craft beers.

Dancing was fun for a few minutes, grateful no one had bothered you.

But you sat down, tears suddenly welling in your eyes

You were alone.

Yoosung.

Your mood brightened just by remembering his name

Giggling, you called out, “Yoosuuungg~~~” repeatedly around the room

One of the cousins heard your call, laughing because everything was funny, before grabbing Yoosung’s arm and shouting what they’d just heard

Yoosung quickly glanced over at you, brows furrowed. They softened a little upon seeing your drunken state

He’d had a beer or two, but the good feeling got old quickly and he sobered up by the time he’d noticed his cousins acting like complete fools

Upon seeing him, your smile grew to a big, childish grin

“Hiiii Yoosuuunggg...”

“Jeez, Y/n, how much did you drink?”

You giggled, playfully sticking out your tongue, “not sure~ a few.. probably..?” you laughed again, winking at him

“Hey, let’s get you some water, yeah? On second thought.. we gotta get outta here. I’ll carry you to our room.”

Your eyes shamelessly stared at his lips, not listening to a word he was saying

“Yoosunngg~~ I want you to fuck meeee”

Yoosung held the bridge of his nose in between his fingers, “L-let’s just go.”

Putting your arm over his shoulder, he carried most of your weight.

“Yoosuuung I want to have your babiess~~”

Yoosung blushed and looked down, continuing to walk, “You’re way too drunk.”

“Yoosunggieee I want to know what it feels like to have your d--”

He quickly shushed you, looking around for other observers

He basically ran to your resort room from there

Taking a long sigh as he finally had got you in the room, he wiped some sweat off his face

Just when he’d gotten up to get a water bottle for you, he heard retching noises

Before he could stop you, you upchucked all over yourself and some of the cheap resort carpeting

Groaning in physical and emotional pain, Yoosung muttered a quiet, “why me”

Before putting his arms under your arm pits and dragging you to the bathroom

He spent a good 10 minutes just trying to get the stupid shower to turn on because of course at any other place than your own house it’s never easy

Then, after getting the temperature just right, he forced you to down at least half of the water bottle

“Are you able to take off your clothes by yourself, Y/n?”

You giggled back, shaking your head

“Liar.”

“Help me take ‘em off pweaseee”

“No!”

You started tearing up again, your lip wobbling

“You know I can’t do that sweetie, you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not.”

“Yeah, you are.”

You looked up at him before sighing and lifting up your shirt, fully exposing half of your naked body to him

He screamed like a little girl, running and slamming the door behind him

You pouted, “That’s no fun.”

After getting out of your clothes, you devised another poorly thought through plan

“Yoosunngggieee I need help washing myselffff”

“Um.. okay, lemme go see if I can get a hold of someone...”

“I want it to be you. I want it to be you who sees me like this. I want it to be you. Only you.”

“S-stop..” He said through the door.

“Please?”

Sighing, Yoosung knew there was no one who wasn’t drunk or available to help.

He did what any good guy would do. He proceeded to blind fold himself, opting for reaching his hands out to guess and where things were.

You laughed, “’Sunggiee you know you’re still gunna be touchin’ me”

“I’m not going to.”

“You said you’d help me!”

“Yeah, getting shampoo or something like that!”

“How ya gunna do that with somethin’ over your eyes?”

“I didn’t think it through that far.”

You sighed, conceding and attempting to wash yourself (which ended pretty badly) but, keeping his word, he managed to assist you the best he could without touching you.

He pitied the hangover you’d have... and the regret.

At last carrying you to bed after getting you another drink of water, he began cleaning the putrid stain you’d left on the carpet.

It was about 5AM when he’d finished, finally crawling into bed.

He thought about the way it felt last night compared to now

and he blamed himself.

He was the one that made you get so drunk you essentially passed out

Looking at you again, he sighed.

Tugging you close into his arms, he whispered a soft, “I’m sorry.”

Your subconscious must’ve heard him because you said in your sleep, “’s ok.”

Jumin

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart. And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes. Jumin was confused. He can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” He shut off the light, reaching over you. You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you. Unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there.

You were awoken by birds chirping outside the massive estate window

You made eye contact with an already staring, wide-eyed Jumin

Upon realizing you’d woken up, he averted his gaze saying, “Breakfast -- soon.”

You missed the crimson color of his face, instead getting up and stretching (like you didn’t learn your lesson last time)

Then, you made your way over to the fresh coffee that had been delivered to your room minutes before

Adding a shit load of cream and a dash of sugar, you turned to see Jumin staring at you. Again.

You breathed out a laugh, “What are you looking at?”

Jumin’s brows knit together for a split second before he again looked away, his soft blush never fading, “It’s hard not to.”

“Look at wha--” Your eyes grew wide in realization, looking down at the lingerie hardly covering your skin, Jumin’s shirt no where to be seen.

You screamed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself shouting, “Oh my god I’m so sorry I forgot!!”

Again, Jumin found his gaze resting on your body, stifling a groan.

He at last spoke, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room, “You... you’re making this all.. so much more ....difficult.”

You then grew defensive, “Made what difficult? Ogling at me without staying anything?!”

His eyes glowered with something you couldn’t quite place. “That’s not what I meant”

He walked slowly toward you, causing you to take steps backward

He’d backed you up against the wall, letting out a deep breath through his nose

With glittering eyes, he grabbed your chin with his fingers, forcing you to look up at him instead of the ground

“You’re doing on purpose, aren’t you?”

You gulped in anticipation, “D-doing what?”

Jumin raked his eyes down your body then looked back up at you with a sarcastic expression that said, “really?”

“N-no! I didn’t have a choice!!”

“Your clothes would’ve been dry hours ago.. if it really bothered you--”

“Well I was really tired from the jet ride and putting up with you!”

Jumin looked surprised for a moment before grinning sardonically, “Putting up with me? Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to control myself when you’re constantly grabbing me, touching me, everything!”

“I didn’t do all that on purpose!” Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t about to admit that to him when he was being such a dick.

He laughed dryly, “Yeah, okay. All I’m saying is that I don’t find it very funny.”

“You think that you’re just some big joke to me?!”

“What other explanation is there?”

You were practically hysterical in your laughter saying, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Oh yeah?” he challenged.

“Yeah,” you glared back at him, your faces inches apart.

Before Jumin could realize what he was doing, he pulled your hips flush against his own, crashing his lips harshly on yours.

Letting out moans of both desperation and anger, your eyebrows furrowed as you deepened the kiss, gasping when Jumin slid his tongue so far into your mouth you swore you felt it going down your throat.

After what felt like hours, you parted for oxygen, both breathing heavily, before going in for another long, simmering kiss

You felt Jumin smirk against your mouth causing you to lightly smack his chest, hating that he knew he’d gotten a rise out of you.

He grabbed your wrist against his chest, slowly guiding it to his first button of his night shirt.

You made quick work of removing all the fastenings, nodding and obeying him when he commanded, “Jump”

Your legs tied round his waist, you continued to make out, pulling at the waistband of his pants.

Jumin moaned into your mouth before parting to say, “You will be the death of me, little spitfire.”

Let’s just say the whole fiance thing might not be a lie anymore.

Zen

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” But instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity. But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” Um, yeah, rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much.

You awoke you Zen rubbing his thumb on your arm, basking in the morning light

He groggily said, “’mornin’ babe.”

“I’m ‘babe’ now?”

“What else am I supposed to call my beautiful girlfriend?”

You leaned up and kissed him softly, smiling.

“I love you, Zen. So much.”

“I love you, too, Y/n. If you didn’t already get that from when we...”

You laughed shyly, “yeah..”

“I know I skipped a few steps, but I have never been happier and more sure of anything in my life.”

You looked up at him, peacefully grinning.

“Hey, let’s get married.”

Zen choked on his spit, “R-right now?!”

You giggled, “Not right now, but soon. I dunno, we’ve been friends for, like, forever. Now that we know we like each other it seems like the next step.”

Zen looked at you, searching your face to determine whether you were serious or not.

Detecting that you weren’t joking he laughed airily saying, “Sure. Whatever you want princess.”

He kissed the top of your head, whispering, “You’re so beautiful, ya know that?”

Sighing comfortably, you nodded, falling back into sleep.

“H-hey! Wake up!!” Zen shouted, giving up and just cuddling up to you instead, stroking your hair gently.

The concert wasn’t until late that night -- he had time to spare.

....Even if he didn’t, he’d make time for you. - 3 months later

In classic Zen and Y/n style, you’d eloped shortly after the tour ended.

“Hey, Y/n? Have you seen my grey t-shirt?”

You looked up from your laptop, “Mhm, it’s in the dryer.”

He sighed, “Thanks babe”, before making his way down to the mudroom where your laundry was kept

He sifted through the hot laundry in the dryer, not seeing his shirt anywhere, when he hard a crash.

“Y/N?!”

He rushed out to the living room, glancing from the smashed coffee mug on the ground, to you.

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!!!”

You clutched your stomach in anguish, beads of sweat forming at your brow, “Y-yeah.. my stomach hurts so bad ‘s all.”

Zen was having NONE of that

He rushed you to the Emergency Room, holding your hand the entire time.

“It’s gonna be okay, Princess, I promise.” You nodded, before losing consciousness -

you awoke to a depressing hospital room, meeting Zen’s worried eyes.

“How long was I out..?”

“For a few minutes.”

You sighed in relief, feeling a lot better than you were when you were rushed to the ER.

All of a sudden, a doctor entered the room looking stern.

“I wanted to discuss the diagnosis with the two of you when you were both physically present.”

You blanched, looking at Zen with fear etched in your eyes.

Zen held your hand tighter, before saying, “What’s the problem?”

The doctor looked in between the two of you before letting out a little laugh, “There’s nothing wrong, actually.”

You both looked confused, Zen proudly saying, “Then why’d you look all doom and gloom when you came in here?!”

The doctor roared with laughter saying, “Eh, I get a kick out of the faces you guys make. Ah, now to the diagnosis.”

“There’s still a diagnosis?!”

You shushed Zen, nodding at the doctor.

He took a breath before saying, “Miss Y/N Hyeon, you’re pregnant.”

Both your eyes grew wide, mouths slacked

“O-oh, oh my gosh!!”

Zen enveloped you in a big hug, congratulating you (and also hiding his tears)

This man could not hold back the proud grin he sported for MONTHS

I simp for this prompt so if someone asked, it’s not like I could say no to writing it for more characters.......right? lol Also, I came to a realization that I made that a fanfic rather than a headcanon.. so oh well, right?

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Yes captain

Note - this is part three of corrupting a good boy but it's mostly porn so can be read as a standalone as well. Sorry about all the jealousy stuff its just what the muse calls for sometimes. Comments/reblogs are really really appreciated🙏🙏 Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - You ask Steve to keep it on while doing it 👀👀

Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, uniform kink, captain kink, daddy kink, roleplaying, jealousy, insecure reader.

Pairing - CEO!Steve x reader

Word count - 4.5k

“Ooo,” you yelped, trying to run away from his firm grip across your hips.

It only made him hold onto you tighter, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips. “There’s no where to run, babygirl,” he chuckled at your misery, delivering another harsh slap to your naked bottom.

You shrieked in pain as your flesh burned in agonising, but delicious pleasure. As if you’d ever want to actually run. “I’m sorry, daddy.” Since you were allowed to call him daddy now, which seemed to always make him forgive you, but you added your princess voice just to be safe and not make it any harder on yourself.

“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to make fun of my team, but you had to be a dumb baby and run your mouth,” he scolded you, slapping you twice before slipping a hand between your legs, the squelching noises of him gathering your slick on his fingers made your ears burn.

You had gotten too bored of him watching the game and not paying attention to you so you might’ve said some mean things about his team, but the jokes on him since your diabolical plan seemed to have worked.

You had gotten too lost in slight tinge of pain in the roots of your hair, that he was pulling, and his fingers teasing your core, you yelped forward when he slapped your pussy, gasping as you throbbed for more of it.

“Honey,” Steve shook your arm causing you to jolt awake.

You had a habit of talking or mumbling nonsense in your sleep and since he was a light sleeper it usually woke him up. He found your incoherent rambles and the little faces you made in your sleep cute, they were particularly intense tonight for some reason, and while he loved you with all his heart he was not about to let you talk nonsense about the Yankees.

“What? Where?” you sat up, rubbing the soft sheen of sweat on your forehead with the back of your hand.

“You were talking in your sleep, sweetheart,” Steve said, rubbing his hand up and down your back, “Come here.” He circled a hand around your waist, pulling you down and back against his chest, kissing the back of your head, “What were you dreaming about, hm?”

“Um...” you blinked, “How much of it did you hear?”

“You think your so clever, don’t you,” he teased, pinching the side of your hip as you giggled.

“Yes, I’m very smart.”

You shut your eyes, ready to go back to dreamland and to your daddy, who was just a version of Steve who liked being called daddy. Which was something Steve would never be into. Not that you’d ever admit to having such a shameful kink.

But you felt Steve grind his excitement against your ass, “You wanna go back to sleep, or...?” he asked, biting the shell of your ear before snaking a hand up your cami to grope your breast.

“You woke me up with such debauch intention?!” you gasped in fake incredulity. Deciding to indulge him and that any time spent with normal real Steve was much better than being with dream daddy Steve.

***

You fixed his tie, tightening it just a bit around his neck. His golden hair was smoothed back, your eyes caught a glimpse of his rosy pink lips. So pouty and perfect. You could spend hours just looking at them, his smile was what truly made you fall for him. But you pulled away when he tried to steal a kiss from you.

“Gloss,” you argued, puckering your lips. Instantly feeling guilty as his pink ones pouted, giving you his sweet puppy eyes.

“Come on, doll, just one kiss? Don’t you wanna wish me luck?” He bent to capture your lips but you moved your head away at the last second, making him groan as his nose bumped against your cheek.

“I spent over two hours getting ready for this!” you huffed, smoothening a hand over your puffy tulle dress, finally having a chance to wear it out in public.

“Did you just smudge my blush?” Gasping, as you looked into the mirror, picking up your rouge and patting it on again.

You loved the dress Steve had gotten you for Christmas, it was so pretty and princess and you felt like Cinderella wearing it.

But it was too... girl-ish, Steve had insisted that you wear it. So he could show off his beautiful new wife.

Tonight though, you had to look like a woman.

A strong woman.

Who is not to be fucked around with. And not someone who is vulnerable and weak.

Because you knew she was going to be there.

“You always look gorgeous,” he mumbled, looking in the mirror and patting his hair to make sure it was in place.

You had convinced him to grow it out. Having more courage to express yourself since the Christmas gift mishap a couple of months ago.

Tucking a loose golden strange behind his ear, you wondered how someone as breathtakingly as beautiful as him could be yours.

But as beautiful as Steve was, he could also be naive. He wanted to see the best in people, which often didn’t let him see what was right in front of him.

How his ex Peggy had been trying to cause problems between you two from day one.

At first she had welcomed you with open arms, with a treacherous smile her red lips had told you that she wanted to be best friends with you. Taking you to the MET museum, of which she was a board member, asking your help in organising a couple of galas and the fundraisers. Shopping with you to make you more presentable to be a CEO’s wife

You were prepared to be wary of her. The fact that Steve was still good friends with his ex, who he had dated for more than five years, didn’t exactly sit well with you, you knew you’d face some troubles there, but then you met her and spent time with her you knew that you did had nothing to worry about.

That was until she, and Steve’s mother, had tried to get you to sign a pre-nup before you both got married.

While Sarah was always nice, you could always sense a tinge of hostility, your intuition told you how she preferred Peggy over you and would much rather have her as Steve’s wife.

With a heavy heart you had told Steve you couldn’t do it. That there was no point in getting married if you would end up divorced eventually. You were ready to cut your losses then, to pack your bags and go home, preparing for the worst. But he understood and said that he wouldn’t be marrying you if he didn’t trust you.

You were glad to have worked out everything, but decided to play nice with ‘Judas', whom you learned had infamously betrayed Jesus from a mass you attended with Steve and Sarah, and pretend that you didn’t know anything about her betrayal.

You shook your head, there was no point in letting her ruin your night, or dictate what you wore. The dress was what you liked and who you were, there was no reason for you to pretend to be like her. Steve liked you because you were nothing like her,

....probably.

You looked over to Steve, tugging his pants up and securing them, you had never once thought you’d be someone who’d have a thing for men in uniforms, they were simply doing their jobs, what the fuck was sexy about uniforms anyway, but that was until you saw your Steve in his...

He really could pull off any color, even something as boring as army green, his chest and built looked almost too broad. Numerous medals adorning his chest. He certainly looked the part of a soldier.

He kissed your temple when he caught you staring at him and you only hoped he couldn’t decipher what was going on in that horny brain of yours.

Steve rarely ever talked about his days in the army. If he did it was about the friends he made and the good times he shared with them. And how army whipped him in shape, made him the man he was.

He had been honorably discharged a couple of years ago, all his army friends only ever spoke highly of him--which wasn’t really surprising.

***

“Hello, darling,” she smiled to you in her classy British accent, kissing your cheek before hugging you, “How have you been? Haven’t seen you since new years!”

“I’m good and you look amazing.”

Which wasn’t a complete lie, she did look elegant in her uniform, a lot similar to Steve’s but her coat had flares at the end which gave it a more feminine feel than that of Steve’s.

“So do you,” she beamed, “Oh, you have a little something,” she gestured to the corner of your mouth before wiping some white frosting from your cupcake off with her thumb as you tried to keep your face from cringing.

So far the strong woman act wasn’t coming along so well...

“So...how is married life?”

Wouldn’t you like to know. “It’s very good. You know Steve, he’s just amazing. I’m lucky to have him.”

“Oh, I did heard about your little goof with your erotica from Natalie, and the gift slip up!” she laughed, hooking her arm around yours, she walked with you towards your husband. “And here I was thinking you are a good girl,” she winked.

“I... guess I’m not...”

“I must say though, unfortunately for you I don’t think Steve would like any of that. He’s always been so traditional,” she rolled her eyes, “He has an old soul.”

Yes, you knew that. You knew that he was traditional and an old soul. Of course You did, he was your husband. Why she felt the need to point out the obvious was beyond you. “Well, you know people can be unpredictable,” you countered.

“Yes, well you’re free to explore of course, I just didn’t want you to get your feelings hurt,” she put a hand over yours.

“Peggy,” Steve greeted her.

“Oh don’t mind us. We’re just gossiping about you,” she smirked.

“Really?” he looked over at you with a quizzical face, “All good things I hope.”

“I don’t have anything bad to say about you,” you said giving Peggy a side eye, “Can we dance? Please?”

It didn’t take a lot of convincing because he loved dancing. After a couple of dances it was time for him to give his speech.

Seeing your husband up on the stage, hearing everyone talk about his accomplishments made your heart swell in pride. You really couldn’t believe you were married to someone like him.

You suppose that you understood where Sarah was coming from. It would make sense for someone like Steve to fall for and marry a classy worldly lady like Peggy. There really wasn’t much you could offer him.

***

“Steve,” you huffed, trying to yank on the zipper for like the tenth time, while you loved the dress you needed to get out of it and breathe for a while.

“Yes, doll?” he called for you, entering your closet, smiling at your struggling form. “How can I help?”

“You can get me out of this thing!” you said, turning your back to him.

You were really feeling yourself tonight, you had gotten a facial and a manipedi, a blowout, spending hours on getting ready for battle. You thought you looked good and fierce. But then you took off your makeup and your extensions and were reminded of how Peggy was much more effortlessly beautiful than you. She had often been dubbed as a ‘natural beauty’.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Is something bothering you?” he asked as he unzipped you.

“No. Will you let me change now?” you turned around, to politely ask him to leave.

“You’ve changed in front of me before.”

“Yes, well I can’t right now.”

“Why not?” he frowned.

“Because...” You couldn’t stop your eyes from turning misty, “I’m ugly...”

“What? Who told you that?” His face instantly flushed with anger as he held onto your forearms, and when you didn’t push him away he pulled you in closer to his chest.

“No one needs to. I know it because I’m not blind,” you confessed, the cool metal of his medal digging into your cheek.

“Then maybe we need to get your eye sight checked. Because you’re the prettiest girl in this whole world. I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.” He stroked your hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“You’ll have to fight the whole world then.”

“If it comes to that then I will.”

You couldn’t help but smile at how protective he was. Propping your chin up on his chest you blinked at him. “Why didn’t you marry Peggy? She’s so much more beautiful.” Your heart was heavy with so many emotions, usually you wouldn’t give in and ask something so dangerous--a question you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.

Judging by the frown on his face, you were afraid that you had upset him, but then it softened as his pale baby blues twinkled at you, “Why would you say that, doll? Peggy is beautiful, but I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I could never even dream of marrying anyone else.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I know I shouldn’t be comparing myself to others.”

“You really shouldn’t. They don’t measure up to you anyway,” he teased.

“It’s just...” you gulped, not being able to hold his gaze you played with the olive green buttons on his coat, “I heard at the party from Tony, that she will be working with you from now on. Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“You don’t trust me?” his voice cracked.

You whipped your head up, frantically shaking your head from side to side, “No no of course I do! I’m just saying it’s a risky game. To be around her so much... what if old feelings resurface?”

Your heart almost broke as he let go of you, putting some distance between you both, “You know all I ever ask for is that you trust me... and love me. I don’t think it’s a lot.”

You scoffed, “Yeah well, I don’t think me asking you not to work with your ex is a lot. No woman would be okay with her husband spending that much time with her ex.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, “Why can’t I get through to you?”

“Maybe try speaking at a fourth grade level. Then I’ll understand. Since I don’t have a masters in literature from Sorbonne,” you rolled your eyes. Maybe he was intimidated by how smart Peggy is and decided to go for someone younger and dumber.

“I’ve never... been in love with Peggy or anyone but you really,” he told you, his broad shoulders hunching as he let out a sigh, “Not the way I’m in love with you. We were always more like friends than... lovers.”

“Is that better or worse?” you wondered out loud. Isn’t it important for husband and wife to be friends as well? Was that supposed to be a compliment?

“It’s much better. We would go months without seeing each other, and I didn’t miss her. Like I miss you when I’m at work. I can’t wait to get away and come home to you. Peggy is amazing, and I’ll always have a special place for her in my heart, but I would never even think about cheating on you.

But... I understand where you’re coming from. Maybe I would react the same way if you were to work with an ex. So I can just tell her that she’ll have to work with Nat, or someone else.”

“No,” you blurted.

Absolutely not.

Because A - You really did trust Steve not to stray. He wasn’t that type of man. And B - That would be admitting defeat. Admitting to her that you are afraid of her.

“I do trust you, Steve. I think... I just need to work on myself. If we don’t have trust then we don’t have anything right?”

“I trust you too, honey,” he kissed your forehead. “Just talk to me about this stuff okay? You can’t keep it bottled up.” You nodded as he worked on loosening his tie.

“Um... is that uncomfortable?” you asked, watching him pop open the first button of his shirt.

“The uniform? A little. It’s been a while since I put it on.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t wear it at our wedding.” You smiled. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn’t. While he looked so handsome in the black tux he had worn, the uniform would’ve made him irresistible. You would’ve spent the whole evening swooning over him.

“It didn’t feel right, I just wanted to be myself. Uh... doll,” he quirked a brow as he caught you staring at his crotch, “Hey,” he snapped his fingers, “My eyes are up here.”

“Yes, um, of course,” you whipped your head up as soon as you heard him, since you were too busy trying to make out the outline of his johnson, “And what beautiful eyes you have!”

“Tell me something. What is your obsession with this uniform?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” You decided to feign ignorance.

“Really? You’ve been staring at me all night. Do you not like it? Do you like it? Sometimes I think I don’t understand women at all.”

You probably would’ve appreciated his suit even more so if you hadn’t spent so much time festering in your jealousy. “I think... it’s... kinda hot,” you sighed dreamily as he blushed a crimson red. “You’re like this big strong Captain, and I’m like this small woman, like a damsel in distress type of thing.”

“Oh.” Was the only thing that he said. He never believed you would be into something like that, not from all the feminist rants you tend to go on.

“Oh god. You think I’m a weirdo, don’t you?” You put your hands over your face to hide it from him.

“No no, hey, don’t be like that,” he cooed, pulling your hands away so he could look at your pretty face, “I can be your... big, strong Captain. And you can be my damsel in distress.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. So... how would it work? Do I save you from a burning building or something?”

“No, sweetie. You’re thinking of a fireman.”

“Oh, right,” he blushed, scratching the back of his neck, “We can do the fireman thing if you like. I can... be a fireman.”

“Steve, we don’t have to do anything.”

“I know. But I want to. Come on! Give me something to work with.”

“Okay,” you cleared your throat. “How about... you keep the suit on?”

“On for how long?” he tilted his head like a cute confused puppy, looking down at his suit, “Oh! You mean on while we’re...”

“Yes. And I could, I don’t know, thank you for serving my country.”

“Yeah. I mean medals and all are nice, but I want a special kind of thanks from you, doll.”

“Ooo,” you felt up his biceps through his coat and shirt, he really was strong. “Do you have anything specific in mind?” you asked, batting your lashes.

“Um... yes.... You get on your knees, miss... I mean ma’am, shit,” he cursed as he awkwardly stumbled over his words. “What do I call you? Are you my wife in this scenario?”

“You can just call me doll, captain. I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” you smiled, cheekily pressing your lips to his in a quick peck but he held onto your waist before you could pull away. Sliping his tongue inside your mouth.

“Alright then, doll. Show me how grateful you are,” he puffed his chest out, so he could appear a bit more dominant.

You only giggled, taking your dress off because there was no way you could kneel in so much tulle.

Standing before him in just a strapless bra and a nude thong, you were vulnerable, but not scared anymore. He was your captain, he’d never ridicule you.

“I’m already feeling appreciated,” he said as he ogled you.

You dropped down to your knees, unbuckling him with some help from him, “It’s so big,” you gasped when you looked at his length, pretending to be seeing it for the first time. Although, you were still always surprised with the sheer monstrosity of it.

“We’ll make it fit, doll. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that,” he smiled, tapping on your mouth, “Open,” he commanded.

You’re a natural, captain. You took a deep breath before opening wide. You’d been having sex regularly for the past three months or so, he had gone down on you more times than you could count, you felt as if he could live between your legs if he could. But he had never once asked you to return the favor, you didn’t have it in you to be the first one to bring it up either.

Licking your lips, you tasted someone of the preejaculate leaking out of his tip before wrapping your mouth around his head, moaning at the salty taste and the essence of him.

“That’s... ugh,” he groaned, “That’s good. Keep going,” he spurred you on, a hand on the back of your head giving you the slightest bit of push.

You took as much of him as you could, stopping halfway through when he hit the back of your throat, you pumped the rest of his length with your palm, holding onto his thick thigh for support, you bobbed your head, increasing your pace when he started moaning loudly.

Rubbing your thighs together to relive some pressure, your throbbing core desperate for some attention and friction, you knew your panties were ruined.

You had read your fair share of cosmos, and the many sex tips they offered, you knew they’d come in handy someday. You swore you remembered reading something about balls... to suck them? Bite them?

You fondled his balls, feeling him tightening in your palm, you were ready to swallow all of you. That was the only proper way of saying thank you.

“Wait,” he growled, pulling you off of him.

You looked up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, doll,” he heaved, “But I gotta come in your pussy.”

Your jaw dropped, to hear the golden boy using such filthy language. “Whatever you say, captain,” you rasped.

Gasping when he yanked you up, pulling you over his shoulder and carrying you to the bed before throwing you down on the mattress.

Although Steve had always been dominant in bed, it was somewhat lowkey and subtle, he was never rough with you, he treated you as if you were made of glass, right now he was treating you as if you were literally a ragdoll.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered you.

You followed quickly, desperate to have him inside you asap, rolling your thing down your thighs and then getting rid of your bra before he even had to ask. You looked at him through your lashes, waiting patiently for his next command.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Now touch yourself.” It had always been a wet dream of his to watch you, instruct you as you got yourself off. Since your intention was to please him... he might as well make most of it.

You blinked at him before nodding, “Yes, captain.”

Fondling your breast you pinched your nipple, pulling on it before hissing exaggeratedly, smirking when you saw his hand twitch to touch you.

“What do I do?” you looked up at him with big doe eyes.

He shook his head, circling a hand around your wrist he shoved two of your fingers inside your mouth, “Suck,” he told you. “You like having your mouth stuffed, don’t you?” he asked as you noisily suckled on his fingers.

You shamelessly nodded, hoping that you’d get more opportunities to suck his cock from now on, he pulled your fingers out, bringing them down between your legs, pushing them into your willing channel. His own thumb rubbing on your clit working you up even moreso.

You threw your head back as you felt your climax approaching. “So close... captain.”

But he pulled your hand away from your pussy, tutting at your disobedience, “I didn’t tell you you could come.” He shook your head, giving you a minute to catch your breath before pushing two of his, much larger fingers inside you, “Gotta get you ready, doll. Since you’re so small.”

“Oh! It’s too much...” you moaned, holding onto the bedding.

“How're you gonna take my dick then, doll,” you watched as he licked your slick off of his fingers, “You taste like heaven, honey.”

“Thank you, captain.”

He unbuttoned his coat, he would be much freer without it and fuck you properly like you deserved.

You rolled your eyes when he folded his coat setting down on the floor, when you were literally lying naked before him with your legs spread wide, waiting as his tie and pants followed, “Really?” you scoffed.

“Can’t have them getting dirty, doll.” He knelt on the bed, now only in his shirt, spreading your legs a bit further so he could make room for himself, nudging your intimate lips apart with his length before slowing sinking into you.

He stayed like that for a bit, inside your heat, it felt as if he would explode then and there but he had to savor the moment. To have such a pretty girl wrapped around him.

Hovering over you he placed his elbows on sides of your head so he wouldn’t put too much of his weight on you, and so he could look at your as he fucked you.

He moved his hips against yours, rocking slow and steady, “You like that, doll?”

“Yes,” you nodded as he pulled on your hair to bare your neck to him. Biting your neck to mark you as his, “Do it harder, please, captain.”

“Harder?” he spoke against your neck, pinning both your hands above your head as he started rigorously pounding into you. “That hard enough?”

You were too fucked out to give a coherent answer, or to do anything but nod pathetically and take whatever he gave you.

“Ima come...” you clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you, rendering you immobile and weightless.

He thrusted into you a couple of times before filling you up to the brim - just as he had promised.

“Thank you, doll. That was really nice,” he smiled, laying beside you and pulling you closer to him, he kissed your forehead.

“Thank you, captain. You sure know how to treat a lady right...”

“Maybe we can do this more often,” he suggested as you nodded in reply.

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l-r-christian · 3 years

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Title: Tied: The Huntress and The Original part two

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!Reader

Warnings: Y/N stabbing more things, Fluff, makeout

Summary: Y/N is trapped with the father of her future child as at first Y/N didn't want to give in to Elijah but the vampire is becoming more and more harder to resist. Elijah already adores Y/N and protective of her as he finds it hard to not be close to her.

Tags: @jjrp-obsessed67 - @elijahmikaelson33 - @just-another-writer-17 - @rere-the-writer

Part one - part three

Y/N was more and more surprised with just how much the demons planned everything as she explored the catacombs with Elijah who stayed close to her. They found a bedroom, it was every nice as it had a large bed with a bath attached.

Y/N dug through the dresser seeing it was was full of clothes and lingerie that would fit her as Elijah found they had gotten him suits which he was happy to be out of bloody clothes.

"It seems they planned to keep us here until I had the baby." Y/N said turning swallowing seeing Elijah stepping out of the bathroom rolling up his sleeves happy to be out of his bloody clothes. Y/N couldn't help but stare at his arms then hands catching the vampire's attention. Smirking Elijah reached for her but Y/N ducked out of his arms.

"We should relax as I'm sure the magic keeping us here should be gone by morning. Then we can figure it out in the morning." Elijah says looking up from the bed to see Y/N in a short nightie that only stopped mid thigh. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up seeing Elijah licking his bottom lip.

"Night big guy." Y/N said climbing into the bed and Elijah followed behind her. Elijah traced her curves listening to the huntress trying to sleep when she huffed rolling over and kissing the vampire who responded right away. Elijah rolled them over hiking her legs over his hips growling when she nipped at his bottom lip as the kiss got more hungry. Y/N moaned opening Elijah's shirt as he attacked her neck with bites and nips.

"You're just divine, my dear." Elijah said against her neck making her choke on a moan when he grinded his hips just right against hers. Y/N pulled Elijah into another heated kiss when Elijah stopped hushing her gently. Y/N blinked when Elijah got off of her listening for something and her hunter instincts kicked in.

Y/N dressed quickly grabbing her blade twirling it as she followed Elijah out seeing it was demons with a black woman. It happen quickly the demons attacked her as Elijah grabbed the woman by the thoat.

"Celeste, I am surprised to see you here." Elijah growled as the witch smirked as her eyes flickered over to Y/N who stood there panting. Y/N was ready for anything as she watched the witch.

"Came to see your future dead lover." Celeste said snapping her fingers and vampires came in attacking Y/N and she was quick to fight back as Elijah growled squeezed Celeste's thoat.

"What is your game Celeste?"

"The barrier is down....who would you choose? You beloved huntress .....or your family?" Celeste questioned when Elijah growled deeply squeezing her neck harder as panic came across Celeste's face when Elijah leaned close to her ear.

"Better hope my siblings will not find you as I am not the only one who would bring your end." Elijah said lowly as Celeste moved her hand making him let her go as he held his head while Celeste moved away. She watched Elijah fall to his knees making her smirk.

"She'll die by your hand Elijah or your family will." Celeste said leaving as Elijah panted growling tearing though a vampire that bit Y/N. She squeaked when Elijah pulled her close licking her blood from the bite then healed her.

"I'm okay Elijah." Y/N whispered feeling him buried his face in her neck as both of was already strongly bonded. The sound of fluttering wings reached their ears and Elijah pushed her behind him.

"Sugarplum! You're okay!"

"Gabriel?!" Y/N said moving around Elijah running hugging the Archangel who grinned hugging her tightly. While a flare of jealousy ran through Elijah as he watched Y/N with the angel.

"You okay?"

"Yeah found future baby daddy." Y/N said as Gabriel laughed looking at Elijah aware of what he was.

"Gabe where are we?"

"About a three day drive away from New Orleans." Gabriel answered Y/N making the woman frown cursing in Enochian walking out of the tomb. Elijah followed after his pissed off huntress seeing that they were in an century old cemetery. Y/N huffed annoyed leaning back against Elijah when she felt him behind her.

"Looks like we are going to be stuck in a car for while." Y/N said looking up at Elijah as he smiled leaning down kissing her forehead.

"I don't mind, beautiful." Elijah tells her watching her flushed brightly as he reached for her hand. Gabriel had gotten Y/N's truck and as she rolled her eyes seeing Gabriel pout when Elijah claimed the passenger seat.

"Where is Sam and Dean?" Y/N asked driving letting Elijah place his hand on her leg while Gabriel layed in her back seat.

"In Mystic Falls where you last hunt was now headed for New Orleans as the Mikaelsons are waging war looking for Elijah."

"Nice to know."

"Y/N, you're alive." Y/N heard Castiel say popping up in the back seat of her truck making her scream nearly driving off the the road as Elijah gripped the wheel. The truck came to a screeching halt as Y/N panted hand over her chest closing her eyes as Elijah gently took her hand rubbing it.

"Cas! We talked about this!"

"I apologize Y/N. But I heard you so I came as soon as I could." Castiel says as Y/N sighed starting to drive again. An hour into driving Y/N looked into the rear view mirror noticing a car following them.

"Cas? Does the Men of Letters know about the baby thing?" You asked keeping an eye on the car as Elijah raised an eyebrow as Gabriel sat up looking out the back window.

"They do. They had told Sam and Dean about the prophecy which is why they are looking for you."

"Darling?"

"The car following us happens to be my annoying ex, Arthur Ketch." Y/N said picking up speed as Gabriel smirked.

"If I didn't know any better, Suga you have a type."

"Now isn't the time Gabriel." Y/N growled out driving faster as her phone rang which she answered it putting it on speaker.

"Darling, pull over."

"No, go fuck yourself Ketch." Y/N said turning quickly down a back road as Ketch stopped on the road. Elijah felt many feelings fill him while he knew Y/N would have past lovers but the idea one of them was still around her made him feel possessive.

"Do you think I'll follow you down some back road? Let alone have you bare another man's child?"

"First off fuck you again and second yes because you would never allow dirt to touch that dumb car of yours. And thirdly Elijah is a real gentlemen unlike you a lying, backstabbing asshole who leaves his ex-girlfriend's baby brothers to almost be killed by some KFC looking asshole."

Gabriel snorted a laugh as Elijah was confused but felt his heart flutter when she said his name. Castiel kept watch seeing no one following them as Y/N drove.

"To be fair love, they said they could handle it."

"Sam and Dean....mostly Dean are morons never let them take care of a big bag by themselves. Also if you are getting on this macho man kick about this baby thing I am every sure you ain't it."

"You never know my beloved. An Original as dangerous as Elijah Mikaelson, no go....." Y/N cut Ketch off by hanging up then threw the phone out of the truck glaring. Elijah placed his hand on her thigh when both Angels left leaving Y/N and Elijah alone.

"I take it you and this Ketch fellow didn't end well?"

"No. It didn't." Y/N said noticing how dark it was then pulled off the road. Elijah raised an eyebrow as Y/N made sure the truck was hidden then got out.

"Lucky for you. The truck bed is close in."

"Camping are we?" Elijah teased helping her pull out pillows and blankets. Y/N open the back and flopped down on the mat and pillows as Elijah followed after her. Y/N closed the tailgate kicking off her shoes with Elijah also getting comfortable.

"We should get you back to New Orleans fr...." Y/N was cut off by Elijah kissing her and pulling her into his lap as the kiss got more hungry. Y/N pulled away taking her shirt off and Elijah attacked her neck with bites.

"Elijah.....we...shou....." Y/N stopped thinking as her mind turned to mush when Elijah pulled her closer by her hips grinding against her while he moved his mouth long her pulse point smirking.

"I think we can love. It is just the two of us no one around for miles." Elijah said smooth tempting Y/N to give into him. Elijah groaned when she kissed him roughly as she gave in to the vampire for the night.

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deadbiwrites · 4 years

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a video of supergirl grabbing lena luthor's ass starts circulating and it's very embarrassing for sc but extremely funny to their friends

(I am SO sorry. Where do these hide? Why do I never see them? How long has this been here?!

Anyways, have some cute nonsense!)

The day starts like any other, honestly.

Like, sure, Kara’s never thrilled when she wakes up 20 minutes late and has to use superspeed to get through her morning routine and into the office on time, but it happens regularly enough that she’s just sort of used to it by now. Like, the sky is blue, the grass is green, she manages time poorly. Whatever.

But she does get to work on time, with just enough to spare that she can make a brief detour to Nia’s desk for the coffee her protege has already bought for her, thank her profusely (with perhaps minor promising of firstborn children), and slip into the morning meeting just as Snapper, James, and Lena start handing out assignments for the day.

“Well, well, good of you to join us, Ponytail. Let me guess, a family emergency kept you out all night again?”

‘I mean, that Abraxian wasn’t my family, technically, but someone’s family, so…’ “Something like that. Sorry.”

Lena catches her eye and quirks a brow in question, but Kara just shrugs easily and sips her coffee, pulling a silly face at her friend when Snapper’s attention moves away from her. When her eyes uncross, she can tell Lena is fighting not to laugh, eyes sparking with mirth as she bites her lip. Kara takes another sip of coffee, feeling a bit smug that she can get Lena to smile without even having to say anything to her. That’s real talent, right there.

Especially since Lena has to stand up at the front with James, who has been by turns cold, dejected, and surly toward her since their breakup (a big, real, final one) a few weeks prior. Lena had said that the whole thing was a mistake, that she should’ve never gone for it in the first place because she’d been right the first time- they’d had some chemistry, after all, but it certainly wasn’t compatible long-term.

Which… Kara can certainly relate. Like, a lot.

Especially about the whole… James being kind of wounded about it part. That part had really sucked- when he’d done it with Kara, who he’d gone on like, a date with, it’d resulted in him deciding to become a vigilante. Rao only knows what he’ll do when it’s someone he dated on and off for over a year...

“Ponytail!”

Kara jumps, realizing too late that her wandering attention hasn’t gone unnoticed. “Yes, sir?”

Snapper rolls his eyes. “Great, now that you’ve stopped orbiting Saturn, you wanna go get that article started?”

Kara’s eyes widen slightly in a panic as she realizes that she has no idea what he’s talking about. “Uh…” Behind his back, Lena catches her eye and nods subtly. Thank Rao. “Yes. I super do.”

Lena snorts, James sighs deeply, and the meeting is adjourned.

“So what exactly am I supposed to be doing today?” Kara asks Lena as they stroll out of the conference room together.

“Well unfortunately for you, you have to interview a big-time CEO. You have a meeting scheduled with her in three hours.”

“You?” Kara asks hopefully.

“You’re very sweet,” Lena chuckles. “No, Elena Watts. She’s a real estate developer, and she runs a nonprofit organization for homeless youth. It’s one of the articles we’re doing for next month’s spread. Contrary to popular belief, Cat and I weren’t the only women with high-profile jobs in this city. ”

“Oh, that’s pretty cool! Have you met her?”

“Not personally, no, but I have donated to her charity- it’s a very good cause, especially the outreach they do with queer youth.”

Kara elbows Lena gently. “You’re such a softie.”

“Mmm, maybe. But if you tell anyone, you’re fired.”

Kara clutches a hand to her chest, feigning horror. “Why Miss Luthor, what a blatant abuse of power!”

Lena shrugs. “I’m a Luthor, darling, I have to keep up appearances somehow.”

“Ouch,” Kara laughs. “See you at lunch?”

“Only if lunch includes a milkshake- I have a teleconference with both boards today. Unless you feel like joining me?”

“Wow, well as fun as that sounds, I’m gonna go do literally anything else.” Her comms crackle to life, alerting her of a hostage situation downtown, and Kara sighs. So much for a work day. “Alright, well, I’m, um, gonna go… see what I can find on Elena Watts. Maybe over another cup of coffee at Noonan’s.” She widens her eyes a bit, trying her best to convey that she’s going to be on Super-duty for a little while.

Thankfully, Lena picks up on it and grins. “You just want sticky buns.”

“Lena, I always want sticky buns. They’re like, my second favorite thing to eat.”

“Oh? What’s the first?” Lena asks, voice just a bit lower than usual.

Kara opens her mouth and closes it, flushing slightly as she averts her gaze and adjusts the laptop bag on her shoulder. Stuff like that has been happening more and more, and she’s not 100% sure what to do about it. Because on the one hand, it makes her stomach do flips and tie up in knots and makes her brain do this… staticky thing where nothing filters in or out, just a pleasant buzz of how funny and smart Lena is and how much Kara likes hanging out with her and being flirted with (because that’s definitely what’s been happening, even if neither of them is really ready to address it) and just generally looking at Lena.... who is currently biting her lip and grinning up at Kara, and that buzz makes her kinda dumb, which is just really unhelpful. But on the other hand, it’s also kinda awesome and Kara really enjoys it, and-

“Kara?”

She spaced out again. Crap.

“Um. What time are you free for lunch?”

Lena sighs, seeming slightly disappointed that Kara isn’t flirting back at the moment (and thank Rao Lena can’t read minds), but she smiles back easily enough as they step off of the elevator. “I should be done by two.”

Feeling emboldened, Kara turns so she’s walking backwards in front of Lena and grins. “It’s a date,” she says with a grin, ducking forward to press a quick “friendly” kiss high on Lena’s cheek. She whirls and jogs out the double doors, leaving Lena smiling exasperatedly after her.

It is genuinely baffling to Kara that people still commit crimes in National City. It’s not even an ego thing, really, since Kara tries to keep herself humble (even when she manages to wrap up a hostage situation within twenty seconds of arriving on-scene without injuring any of the criminals or damaging the building too badly). Like, yeah, she gets that there’s a certain element of crazies who just sorta gravitate to places with a local hero, the big-bads who have their own suits and geek-toys and abilities. Them, Kara gets. Kinda sorta. But the regular ones, who are armed with like, pistols? Or knives? Just regular man made stuff without even the benefit of magic or kryptonite or something?

Why?

She’s sure that if she asked, Lena would have some sort of statistical thing about large cities and poverty and all sorts of other factors that would end up making Kara feel like a jerk for being uncharitable to the criminal element of her city, but at the moment she’s mostly too annoyed by the fact that she has to spend her weekdays chasing them around instead of chasing stories.

Once all the hostages are freed and the cops secure the scene, Kara departs, flying into the alley behind Noonan’s and changing into her regular clothes before she heads inside to do a bit of research before her meeting with Elena Watts in a few hours (just because she’d used it as a cover doesn’t mean it was a bad idea…). She finds her favorite little two-person booth tucked into a quiet corner, plugs in her laptop, and gets to work, asking the waitress to please keep both the coffee and the sticky buns coming.

She gets a surprising amount done by the time she needs to leave for the interview, having a good foundation for what she wants to write and who Elena Watts is.

Ms. Watts turns out to be a pretty nice lady around Eliza’s age, if a bit busy and distracted by the steady flow of people in and out of her office. She answers all Kara’s questions with aplomb, happy to elaborate on most every point and eager to draw attention to the rising issue of homelessness among children and teens in the US.

“When I was young, my dad lost his job at the auto plant. It was supposed to be a temporary layoff, but the factory never reopened. We ended up losing the house, and we lived so far from our extended family that staying with them wasn’t much of an option. We lived in our SUV for six months, sleeping at shelters every now and again, if we could find one that allowed families to stay together. We showered at the local YMCA. Five people and a dog, living and sleeping in an old station wagon- even now, it sounds ridiculous. Eventually, we got back on our feet, but I never forgot that. It was just six months, but it was- and remains- the scariest, most uncertain time in my entire life, and it shaped me in a lot of ways I didn’t expect. And there are kids and families who do that for years. I just want to help them the way I wish that someone had been able to help us.”

At the end of the interview, Kara thanks her profusely for her time and for sharing her story before hurrying off to CatCo to type up a draft for Snapper (“What’s wrong with you, Ponytail, why is everything you bring me sappy and sentimental?”), which she finishes an outline of just in time to send it off before running to Big Belly and L-Corp for lunch with Lena.

She greets the newest in a series of secretaries (Anna? Amy? Ava? Lena’s really missing Jess, these days, but from what she’s told Kara, Jess is kicking butt in her new role as VP of Operations and will probably take over for the COO when he retires in a few years), and the girl waves her in distractedly.

And that’s when Kara’s day goes from normal to not, because inside the office are two masked men holding a stone-faced Lena at gunpoint on her balcony and demanding… something, probably. Kara’s a bit distracted by the loaded gun aimed at Lena’s head.

“Hey!” she yells, attracting both their attention. They whirl on her and Lena’s eyes widen in alarm, and Kara suddenly realizes three things- 1) she’s in her Kara Danvers clothes, not the supersuit, 2) she can’t speed into the suit now that they’re both looking at her, and 3) she has no plan.

Crap.

“Who the hell are you?!” one of them demands.

Kara… doesn’t have a good or snappy answer for that, and instead does the only thing she can think of- she throws the large milkshakes she’s carrying at them as hard as she can.

Which, in retrospect, is too hard, apparently because while yes, it is both funny and gratifying to see two grown men get absolutely leveled by a tasty dairy treat to the face, the one closest to Lena manages to elbow her in such a way that she falls backwards over the rail with an instinctual scream that makes Kara’s heart fly into her throat. She whips off her glasses, and by the time she’s out the window and speeding toward Lena’s flailing form, the suit is materialized. She gets under Lena, catching her carefully and dropping a bit further before slowing down (because she’s been made aware that when she doesn’t, the people she’s saving may as well be hitting the pavement), finally coasting to a stop about 20 feet from the ground.

Lena’s face is screwed up in a forced sort of focus, her hands clutching tightly at Kara’s shoulders and cape as she holds her breath.

“Are you okay?” Kara asks quietly.

Lena swallows thickly and nods, eyes still firmly closed. “I’m alright. Thank you- I’ll admit, I wasn’t quite sure how to get out of that one.”

“What was that? What did they want?”

Lena cracks an eye open. “Oh. you know, just my quarterly assassination attempt. I think my mother was starting to miss me, so she wanted to reach out.”

Kara snorts. “That really shouldn’t be funny.”

“Maybe not, but here we are.” Lena shifts a bit in Kara’s arms, cheeks a bit flushed from the adrenaline rush, and clears her throat. “Not to be rude, Supergirl, but do you think that perhaps we could continue this conversation… on the ground?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, sorry. I forgot we were, uh, flying.”

Lena chuckles as they ascend slowly back up to her office. “You forgot you were flying?”

Kara shrugs with an easy smile. “I guess you have that effect on me.”

Lena huffs a laugh against Kara’s neck, eyes squeezed shut again. They alight on the balcony, finding the two men still unconscious, covered in Kara and Lena’s lunch. Lena sighs as Kara sets her down, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What a mess.”

“Yeah, sorry, I sorta… panicked.”

“I was so looking forward to a milkshake too…” Lena laments playfully.

“Well, then I have good news and bad news,” Kara says. She reaches out and gently wipes a bit of her own chocolate shake from Lena’s cheek with the pad of her thumb, tucking it into her mouth on instinct to get a taste of it. “The good news is, you do, in fact, have some shake on you!”

“Whats the bad news?”

“Also that you have some shake on you.” Kara laughs, gathering the two men in her arms and hefting them a bit so they’re easier to carry. “I’ll get you another one. Be right back.”

She drops the men at the police station with a brief explanation before flying back into the office. Lena hands over her discarded glasses with a wry grin.

“I figured you’d need these before the police arrive.” She’s putting on a brave front, but she’s clearly still more than a bit rattled, if her too-bright eyes and thundering heartbeat are anything to go by. Kara steps closer and opens her arms in invitation, and Lena doesn’t hesitate to step into them. “Thank you,” Lena says fervently, tucking her face into Kara’s shoulder and wrapping her arms tight around Kara’s waist.

“Always,” Kara promises, daring to press a reassuring kiss to Lena’s temple (and getting a bit of Lena’s strawberry shake for her troubles) before wrapping her up even tighter in her arms. “Are you actually okay?”

“I mean, my fear of heights has been reaffirmed,” Lena jokes, “but aside from that, I’m not hurt.”

“Good. I don’t like, love people pointing guns at you. Just so you know.”

“I’m not a fan either, for the record,” Lena drawls, burrowing even closer. “Even though I know you’ll save me, it still puts a damper on my day.”

Kara huffs a laugh. “Same.”

They stay like that for a few minutes, until Lena’s calmed down enough to stop shaking and calls her assistant (Audra, apparently) in, telling her what’d happened and that the police would be arriving shortly to take her and Kara’s statements, and please advise the security team to let them up discreetly. After the cops arrive, it’s a blur of questions, and Kara has to concentrate on telling the story of how she’d panicked and thrown the milkshakes at the men, and one of them had knocked Lena over the balcony (all true), and Kara had yelled for Supergirl, who had knocked the men out on her way to Lena (also technically mostly true. Technically. Mostly.). The police are sure to tell Kara that next time, she shouldn’t throw things at people with guns, and also to tell them both how lucky they are that Supergirl had shown up when she did.

“She’s always there when I need her,” Lena agrees, throwing a sly wink over the officer’s shoulder at Kara.

Kara just shakes her head and smiles. Even almost dying isn’t enough to make Lena not flirt with her. The woman is truly a marvel.

Kara’s comms crackle again, accompanied by Alex’s custom ringtone on her cell, and after assuring the police that she has no issue with giving another statement if they need her to later, hurries over to the DEO (making a quick stop in the back alley to change into her suit).

When Kara arrives, she’s told that J’onn and Alex are waiting for her in the Directors’ offices. She makes her way there, waving to the agents and scientists she knows. But it’s very weird, because every time one of them sees her, they start giggling before quickly hurrying off in the opposite direction. Like, literally everyone is whispering and pointing and giggling, and it’s giving Kara such visceral flashbacks to high school that it’s all she can do to not check her cape for a taped on sign that says ‘Kick me’ or ‘Freak’.

(Kids are mean.)

By the time Kara gets to her destination, she’s fully paranoid, sure that someone’s playing a prank on her, somehow, and that everyone but her is in on the joke. She opens the door with more force than intended and catches it just before the handle puts a hole in the wall, throwing Alex and J’onn a sheepish smile. She closes the door extra gently and leans against it heavily. J’onn and Alex just stare at her, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Busy day, Supergirl?” Alex asks, and after half a lifetime of spending time with her, Kara recognizes that she, too, is trying not to laugh.

Kara’s had enough. “Okay, do I have something on my face? Or on the suit? Is someone messing with me?”

J’onn’s brow furrows. “No.”

“Then what’s the deal? Why is the entire DEO like… laughing at me? Did someone accidentally vent the lab fumes out into the main hub again?”

“No.”

“Did someone see me crash into that billboard last week?”

J’onn’s frown deepens. “What?”

“No,” Alex answers.

“Then why is everyone laughing at me?!”

“I mean, if I had to guess, I’d say it’s because of that,” Alex muses, nodding toward the big TV on the wall beside Kara.

She steps back to watch the news coverage of her dealing with the hostage situation this morning and frowns. “What, those guys? That was routine, what’s so funny about tha-”

“No, no, not that. That,” Alex clarifies, cranking up the volume.

“...reports are saying that the CEO of L-Corp, Lena Luthor, experienced an attempt on her life early this afternoon. Sources claim that she fell from a considerable height-”

“Hey, she was pushed,” Kara corrects.

“Shh!”

“...caught by Supergirl, who may have gotten a little… familiar with her.”

And there’s a video (clearly recorded on a cell phone but not the worst quality Kara’s ever seen) of Kara catching Lena and slowing to a stop above the sidewalk, of them talking quietly, of Kara’s hand definitely on Lena’s-

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Alex drawls, clicking the TV off with relish, a large, evil-big-sister grin spreading across her face. “Congratulations, Supergirl- the world just watched you grope Lena Luthor’s ass.”

“But I’m not- I wasn’t groping, I was catching! My hands weren’t… If it was groping, I’d be all up on her, and I wasn’t!”

“Camera begs to differ. It’s already trending on Twitter in National CIty.”

Kara puts her head in her hands and groans. “Why?! I was trying to save her!”

“You were definitely trying to save part of her,” Alex agrees. “Granted, it’s a very nice part...”

Kara’s head pops up, and she shoots Alex a look that’s between a pout and a glare. “You’re not helping.”

Alex feigns confusion. “Am I supposed to be helping?”

“Alright, enough,” J’onn cuts in before Kara can retort. “We just wanted you to be aware. I don’t think that this is going to be taken for anything more than it is- a humorous moment in the middle of a successful rescue. You shouldn’t worry about the press.”

And truth be told, Kara isn't worried about the press- she’s worried about the fact that she’s going to have to face Lena after this. Lena, who she knows for a fact has google alerts set for herself, Kara Danvers, and Supergirl, a gesture which is normally actually sweet and kind but is right now definitely gonna bite her in the-

“Okay! So, is that all?”

Alex blinks, looks over at J’onn, and shrugs. “I mean, yeah. Try not to make a habit of groping your crush when you’re in the suit.”

“I wasn’t groping her-”

Alex grins. “So you admit you have a crush? Interesting…”

“Alex!”

J’onn’s prediction is mostly right- no one seems to be taking the shots of her grabbi- saving Lena as anything other than a funny blip of a moment in their coverage of it.

He was wrong about the sheer scale. The clip had gone totally viral in a matter of hours, and seemingly every major network in the country has run the clip at least once as a bit of filler-fluff, and almost every major network anchor (including the ones at CatCo, the traitors) has made at least a passing joke about Supergirl being ‘Super-Handsy'.

Which means that Kara is very late getting back to Lena’s office with replacement food. But like, she’s been busy, okay? It’s not like she’s avoiding Lena, or something, because she’s embarrassed- which she isn’t, because she didn’t do anything bad or wrong and-

Anyways, it’s well past sunset by the time Kara gets to Lena’s office door again. She hesitates outside it for just a moment before shouldering the door open and knocking tentatively.

Lena’s attention jerks from whatever she’d been absorbed in to Kara, and a relieved smile blooms across her face. “Hey there.”

Kara finds herself equally relieved to not experience a repeat performance of earlier scary situations. “Hi,” Kara says, unable to resist smiling back. She raises the bags and cup carrier. “I bring grease and milkshakes. Again.”

“Oh thank god, I’m starving,” Lena says, rolling her chair away from her desk and rising into a deep and probably much-needed stretch. Kara very determinedly does not stare at the slight sliver of soft tummy that appears between her blouse and skirt at the motion. “I’ve been staring at this screen for several hours. And Sam called to yell at me- she says hello, by the way- she and Ruby are in town next weekend.”

“Good!” Kara crosses the room to the couch as Lena does, easily spreading out the veritable buffet of fast food she’d brought over the coffee table. “I mean, not good that she yelled at you, or that you’re still at work, Miss Luthor,” she says pointedly, receiving only an unapologetic shrug in response. “But good that, um-”

“I get it,” Lena chuckles, resting a hand lightly on Kara’s knee and boy, if that doesn’t make Kara’s brain go fuzzy and dumb again… “Thank you, for checking in.”

“Of course I was gonna check on you, Lena,” Kara huffs. “Plus, I know you probably didn’t get lunch, so…”

Lena hums around a mouthful of burger, chewing until she can politely speak again. “Well it’s delicious. Did you make it yourself?” she teases with a sly grin.

“Oh, yeah, totally. Slaved away over a hot stove for this- I just wrapped it in Big Belly wrappers so you wouldn’t feel bad about it.”

“Very clever.” Lena pops the lid off of her milkshake and drags a fry through it (an advanced culinary delicacy Kara had horrified her with initially but had eventually become a bit of a guilty pleasure). “Although I have to say, traditionally you’d have to buy me dinner before you grabbed my ass.”

Kara chokes on a pickle. “Oh no,” she groans, dropping the burger onto the wrapper on the table and dropping her very red face into her hands as Lena laughs beside her. She peers out from between her fingers. “I am so sorry, I was just worried about you hitting the pavement and like, catching you in the least jarring way and I wasn’t paying attention to where my hands were and I didn’t even notice until I got back to the DEO and-”

“Well I have so say, I feel a bit offended that you didn’t even realize you were copping a feel...” When the only response is another groan and a deep flush spreading from Kara’s neck to the tips of her ears, Lena relents. “Kara, Kara, it’s fine!” she laughs, pulling Kara’s hands away from her face and giving them a grounding squeeze. “Nia’s been sending me memes about it all day, which has improved my mood significantly. On the grand scale of fallout from assassination attempts, this one was at least funny.”

“I know that’s supposed to be comforting, but all it makes me wanna do is wrap you in bubble wrap forever,” Kara informs her.

“Pass on that. But seriously, don’t worry about it- I know it wasn’t on purpose- unfortunately for me, you’re too noble to do something like that,” Lena laments playfully.

And whether it’s the knowledge that Lena is not, in fact, upset, the overall weirdness that has been this day, or this delicious burger fueling it, Kara feels a bit emboldened. “Hey Lena…”

“Yes?”

“What if I wanted to grab your butt? Just, y’know, as a hypothetical. For future reference.”

Lena quirks a brow at her, fighting a smile as she contemplates this. “Hmm. Strictly hypothetically?”

Kara scoots a bit closer on the couch. “Sure.”

“Well, you’ve already bought me dinner…”

“And lunch, technically. Even if I gave it to the bad guys.”

“True. Plus you saved my life, so that gets you some points, probably.”

Kara pauses in her sly scooching. “Oh, hey, wait, no, that’s not-”

“Kidding, Kara. I know you’d never use that to your advantage. I, however, have determined that strong moral fibre and nobility do, in fact, earn you more points, which is my choice on the matter and you get absolutely no say in it.”

“Oh. Um, alright, I think.”

Lena stares off into the middle distance, tapping her forefinger thoughtfully against her chin. Finally she shrugs. “Yes, I think you’re fulfilled the prerequisites for a bit of grab-ass today.”

Kara snorts, Lena laughs, and soon enough Kara takes her up on the offer.

“Hey Kara, remember that time you grabbed Lena’s ass and it made international news?” Nia asks around a mouthful of mushu pork.

“You mean last week? Yes, I remember,” Kara drawls. Beside her/halfway sitting on her lap, Lena snorts.

“That was the best.”

Alex glares. “Um, excuse you, no. No it was not. I had to sift through so much thirsting over my sister on like, every social media platform. It was the worst day of my life.”

Brainy’s brow furrows. “Surely that cannot be correct, Alex. Statistically speaking-”

Alex holds up a hand, cutting him off. “Trauma can’t be measured, Brainy.”

Kelly chuckles and presses a consoling kiss to Alex’s cheek, and it makes the tough agent melt into a doe-eyed puddle of mush that Kara snorts. And she says they’re gross... Kara sneaks a glance at Lena from the corner of her eye, and she catches Lena looking at her. She leans close and jostles her gently as she drops her head onto Lena’ shoulder. “We’re never gonna live that down, are we?”

“Probably not.”

“We have the worst friends.” When this elicits nothing but a chuckle, Kara tips her head back to see Lena still looking at her, a soft smile playing at her mouth and shining in her eyes. And like, this whole thing they’re doing is new, with the kissing and the actual dates and the... everything else. But the thing where Kara catches Lena looking at her and she doesn’t look away? That freakin’ knocks her out, every single time. “Hey,” she manages.

Lena grins down at her. “Hi.”

So yeah. Maybe the initial circumstances weren’t ideal, and she doesn’t love the mockery that’s been heaped upon her by all of her friends and loved ones (including Winn, who’d sent a missive from the future that literally just said ‘LOL’). But the fact is, Kara muses as she surges up just enough to kiss the corner of Lena’s mouth, that she doesn’t regret a thing.

#supercorp #prompts!#asks open #ask response #supergirl fanfic #kara x lena #humor #idiots #international news about idiots #kara danvers #lena luthor #i'm also deeply sorry that this is so long on mobile #i swear there's a read more that's supposed to be there #but alas

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 3 years

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Monsta X “You grind against their hand

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Ask: Helloo, you once did a reaction for iKon and I was thinking if you could do it for Monsta X (ot7 please). It's their reaction to their girlfriend grinding on their hand 😊 Thank you, love your writing 💕

A/N: I looked at the reaction that anon referred to and my writing style has changed sooooo much omg also, haven’t written smut in a minute

Shownu/Hyunwoo:

Hyunwoo’s chest pressed into your back as you both tried falling asleep. It was late at night and sleep wasn’t coming to you as easy as you thought it would. You were needy and it was preventing you from sleeping, so you rubbed your thighs together in the hope to create a little bit more friction.

However, Hyunwoo was oblivious and simply tucked his face into the back of your neck, his arm wrapping around your waist loosely. His hand was low and you were needy, needy for him. Grabbing his hand, you held it against your closed core and bucked your hips slightly. All in the hopes that he would pick up on the hint.

You could feel him smile into your neck at your actions and fully grab your core, gently though. It was hard to hide the gasp that came out of you and the chuckle that came out of him as he massaged you gently.

“Next time just ask me darling.”

Wonho/Hoseok:

Busy, busy, busy, that was one way to describe your relationship with Hoseok. Especially because of the idol life schedule, your sex life could be put on hold sometimes. But you didn’t mind, neither did he, it was just the way it was and you two still worked regardless.

But now watching him get ready for the stage, you couldn’t help but get a little worked up. Thankfully he was done getting ready, just relaxing with you as the staff hustled around the room. You saw this as a perfect opportunity, to let him know just how you were feeling.

You grinded against his hand, catching him incredibly off guard. Hoseok started laughing awkwardly, looking around to see if anyone noticed. His response made you laugh before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close. Shaking his head at how mischievious you could be, he placed his lips by your ear.

“Later when this is over, I’ll make up for lost time.”

Kihyun:

You leaned over the counter, watching as he prepared everything to cook for the vlive that was happening later in the day. Kihyun’s sleeves rolled up as he finely chopped some of the vegetables that would be used later.

You moved around to the other side of the counter, now standing next to him as he did cooking preparations. “What’s on your mind?” He asked, still chopping and only glancing at you. “Nothing much.” That was a lie, you were very much thinking about him bending you over the counter.

Grabbing his hand, he let go of the knife and allowed you to guide him with a smile. Kihyun wasn’t dumb and especially not with the way you were watching him, or the way you placed his hand on your core. Bucking your hips to let him know exactly what you wanted.

“I know exactly what you and if you’re patient, you’ll get it.”

Minhyuk:

He went over the mc cards for the millionth time, mumbling the words to himself. This was something you loved about him, he always put his all into every project he was doing but, sometimes you wished he could just be home.

You joined him on the couch, your fingers instinctively finding his hair to massage his scalp as he read. Minhyuk hummed at the touch, holding the cards in one hand moving the other to your thigh to squeeze lightly. It wasn’t a secret that you were feeling needy, he just was busy. But now was a good of a time as any to show how badly you needed him.

Your free hand moved to the one on your thigh, hiking it higher so that you could roll your hips against it. Minhyuk turned his head away from the cards, your fingers still carding through his hair as you looked at him with hooded eyes. He smiled before moving to lay light kisses over your neck.

“Have I not been giving you enough attention? Let me fix that.”

Hyungwon:

The first thought you woke up with was need, need for Hyungwon specifically. So much so it was almost the only thing you could think of as he simply tidied up his room. Taking the moment to push his hair out of face every now and then. You placed your phone down, huffing loud enough for him to hear and prayed he got the message.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, sitting down next to you on his bed. “Nothing really.” You said, leaning forward to tug on his shirt and pull him over you. “Ahh, that’s what’s wrong.” Hyungwon smiled knowingly, hovering over you and leaning down to kiss over your chin.

You hummed in satisfaction, grabbing his hand to place it where you really needed him. Bucking your hips at finally feeling some friction and making him nip at your skin.

“You must’ve been really needy if you’re that eager.”

Jooheon:

Lyric writing never stopped, but apparently neither did your need for Jooheon and as much as you didn’t want to bother him while he was in the flow for writing, you really needed him.

But that didn’t bother Jooheon, the few times you did interupt him it was always worth it. He definitely wasn’t going to complain about the fact you had straddled his waist, getting quite literally between him and work.

“You needy, baby?” He asked, hands holding your hips against his. You nodded, a soft smile on your lips at the slight pressure of your core against his. “Show me where you need me.” Jooheon said, not expecting you to grab one of his hands to grind against.

“Fuck.”

I.M/Changkyun:

He wasn’t teasing you on purpose, or so you thought. But it was absolutely working, every little small touch and whisper was having a huge effect on you.

And well, Changkyun was loving every second of it. He absolutely adored seeing you so worked up without being able to do anything about it because you were around others. It filled him with pride to see you squirming in your seat.

But the second you had a moment alone, you pulled his hand inbetween your legs because you absolutely needed some friction aside from your own thighs. The action made him laugh, rubbing you through the fabric of your clothes lightly before pulling away again.

“I know you couldn’t handle it.”

#monsta x #monsta x reaction #monsta x smut #shownu #shownu smut #wonho #wonho smut #kihyun #kihyun smut #minhyuk #minhyuk smut #hyungwon #hyungwon smut #jooheon #jooheon smut #i.m #i.m smut

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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Oikawa roommate headcanons

Ah it's been so long since I've written something that wasn't a request or part of an event, so here's a soft and fluffy Oikawa one, I've been meaning to write for very long<3

gn reader x oikawa

Oikawa, is, without a doubt, the best roommate ever.

He's kind, considerate, smart, and honestly who wouldn't wanna room with him? I'd kill for it 😣🤚

Wakes you up every morning, because he wakes up freakishly early. If you're not a morning person, he usually just gets in bed with you and tickles you to death.

He's the type of guy to grumble when he sees you haven't made your bed in the morning, and yet lovingly make it for you while you're at class.

Sends you selfies really often while you're at class too. Sometimes he's with his teammates, though it's usually just him and his signature smile.

Since his training gym is close to your class, he picks you up "to save the planet and reduce carbon emissions" as he calls it. (But he's really just looking for chances to spend more time with you)

Will whine for your attention, because he's just a puppy when it comes to you.

If you're studying, you can just expect to be sidetracked because this mf doesn't ever leave you alone.

But

He pays for it, when you're unprepared and freaking out for your exams. then, he's suddenly your live-in tutor.

Instant ramen, cancelled training sessions, tons of coffee later, and you're finally ready to face the music because he's stayed up with you all night going through every single topic.

Every

Single

Topic

He has friends over sometimes, but he always asks you to give them their "privacy" when they're over, aka get out of the flat.

But it's really because he doesn't want to share you with them. You're his precious roommate, why should the rest get to meet you? What if they fall in love with you just like he has?

Iwa's the only person who knows of you, and he really just adores you.

But in a brotherly way.

He's never had a little sibling, and you're the closest thing to one. Cue Oikawa whining because "you love Iwa more" :((

"damn right they do, shittykawa"

Movie nights are a thing with him. No matter how busy your week has been, Friday nights are for the both of you.

You're usually just cuddling in his arms, as you squeal over your husbandos on TV.

“Omigosh did you see Todoroki?? He's so hot, right?”

He gets really jealous and hogs the blanket when you do that, while increasing the AC.

How petty smh

But animes only hold your shared attention for so long. It usually ends with the two of you in your respective beds, chatting until 3 a.m.

Sometimes about dumb stuff, but Oikawa is a thoughtful person. He makes you see things in truly different ways, and his witty remarks have you laughing away.

Oikawa: "someday when I rule the world, you can be my trusty steed, okay?"

Y/n: 😁👍 shut up

He keeps you up some nights too. Usually whilst watching volleyball replays. The glow of the screen is dim, but you can't sleep until he does.

So you crawl into his lap and fall asleep there, whilst keeping him company.

Unfortunately, he can't focus on volleyball anymore, oops. Especially when you whine softly in your sleep, or cuddle closer to him.

Physically?? Can't sleep?? Unless you're home??

This sweetheart waits up until 3 a.m. for you sometimes, especially when you're out with your friends. And if you're drunk, he has a warm drink prepared for you.

And a handwritten note + Advil for when you wake up.

Ah he's really the sweetest. Our darling worries about you so much, even if you aren't aware of it. He just hides it behind his flirty words and exterior :'(

Sometimes, he comes home late throughout the week, after vigorous practices, and all he wants is your comfort.

Collapses on your bed in exhaustion, and whines for you to play with his hair. You probably complain at him for waking you up, but do it nonetheless. He is your precious Tooru, after all.

With your fingers tangled in his hair, you sigh softly because you guys aren't just roommates, anymore. You're so much more.

Hi everyone! Sorry for being so inactive lately. Things have just been very hectic. I hope you guys still enjoy my content, and that roommate! Tooru-chan made you smile a little bit !!

xoxo, the professor <3

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inactiveanimeblog · 3 years

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DISCLAIMER : THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW NOT THE ENTIRE FIRST CHAPTER

pls y’all let me know if this is decent enough to continue writing. i wrote it a month ago or whatever but this is the vampire itachi AU i just mentioned in one of my previous blog posts. this one series will include smut, toxicity, and light FLUFF. (wow shocking, me doing fluff wtf)

for this little drabble/intro only warnings is mentions of killing, mentions of drinking, vampires, itachi has no humanity

(so far basically only the intro and how you guys meet is written)

anyways send me an ask or a comment of your opinion, it’ll be greatly appreciated !

vampires. just a myth right? i mean, how could they even exist? walk amongst you like regular human beings. if anyone ever tried convincing you vampires were real you would laugh in their face. “have you lost your mind? there’s no such thing as vampires.” you would say.

except, you were wrong. completely, embarrassingly wrong. there were vampires. ones that most people weren’t aware were around them.

attacks happened frequently, but they would be ruled out as something like a bear attack, or a wolf attack. vampires had such a low profile, that to most of the population they were just a folk tale. a legend.

itachi uchiha had lived the age of twenty one through hundreds of years. along side others in his clan.

he was living in the village of konoha, japan with his younger brother sasuke, and his mother and father. his parents passed away due to a tragic accident when he was at the age of nineteen, and he vowed to take care of sasuke for as long as he lived.

two years later, his village was attacked by what you would describe as beasts. fangs and red eyes. feeding on humans, it looked like a herd of cannibals. itachi along with a few of his clan members and brother survived that night. bitten and turned into murderous monsters, called blood suckers.

itachi wasn’t the noble man like he once was. the hunger had taken over him and he no longer cared for the human race.

he fell in love with izumi uchiha, a member of his clan that was from a different part of japan. she was also a vampire. a sophisticated women, one who he quickly changed his ways for.

until she passed away, thirteen years later due to a stake through her heart. the pain was unbearable for itachi. he became feral again, losing his humanity and killing any human that he could prey on. he would continue his life like before he met izumi, a viscous cycle of slaughtering people.

that was until he found you. y/n l/n. at first you were just another snack of the day, a foolish college girl, wondering by her lonely late at night.

you were beautiful, drop dead gorgeous actually. nonetheless, itachi wasn’t going to let looks alone save you. he was starving, looking for a hunt. and you were right there, so delicious he could almost taste you from just a stare. easy prey.

you noticed a figure nearby. you were dizzy. drunk off shots of don julio, walking off from a frat party to get some fresh air. it was a warm night, about seventy degree’s out. the wind was blowing, but not harshly.

“hey? are you alright?” you called out to the figure. it was probably just a frat boy, drunk doing the same thing you were doing. getting some air.

he walked closer to you, his steps were agonizingly slow and when he stepped into the moonlight you got a good look at him. he was pale, long dark hair tied back with a few strands in front of his face. he wore an all black outfit. he was for sure handsome, unlike any man you’ve ever seen before. there was no way he belonged to any frat house.

“hey, if you’re really drunk i can call you an uber home or something?” you called out again, your phone was in your hand ready to open the app.

he got closer towards you, merely a few inches away. “no that won’t be needed darling.” he responded, his voice barely above a whisper.

“do you go to school here? i’ve never seen you before.. no offense or whatever, but you look like you’re too good to be going here.” you asked, sticking your phone in your back pocket. “if you’re gonna be out here alone you might as well take a walk with me.”

“you wanna walk alone late at night with a stranger you just met?” he asked, his head turning to the side while he looked you up and down. dumb little girl.

you grinned at him and crossed you arms to your chest. “my intuition tells me i have nothing to worry about.” walking closer, almost directly in front of him you mocked his stance, turning your head to the side. “so are you gonna take a stroll with me or are you scared of a little stranger?” you teased.

he grinned back at you and you both walked beside each other along the grass. it was silent for a few moments, almost awkwardly before you spoke up.

“so.. you never answered my question. you go to school here?” looking up at him, you noticed he was already staring at you. intensely as well, his gaze was serious.

“no i don’t go to school here. i’m not in school at all, i was only invited to a gathering and decided to go. maybe grab a bite to eat around here afterwards.” he answered.

“a bite to eat huh? who even eats this late at night? it’s not good for you, also i promise you’ll find nothing good around here. try getting food in the city. much better.” nodding your head assuredly at him. he smiled down at you, a genuine smile. his eyes matched his lips.

“and why do you care what’s good for me? hm?” he questioned.

“i don’t.” you snorted and turned the other way. he only chuckled at your sudden aloofness.

“feisty all of a sudden? and what’s the reason for that love?”

you blushed at the nickname love, he was a very attractive stranger and you weren’t used to this sort of attention unless someone was trying to sleep with you. but this felt different, he actually seemed interested in your presence, interested in your conversation.

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deceitfuldevil · 3 years

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Ain’t My Fault

Pietro Maxifoff X Reader

Summary: Finally getting a hold on your life you’ve been recruited by none other than Tony Stark to join the Avengers. He had a few missions for you. . . little did you know it would end with a passionate hookup and a new found love for a fellow teammate.

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+ please), Oral (female receiving), fingering, being handcuffed, choking, mentions of childhood trauma, crying, light overstimulation, etc.

Word Count: 7.75K!!

Your whole life felt like one big mission. From being sent away by your own parents to an orphanage for “enhanced children” to being kidnapped by Hydra when you were living on the streets. Around the age of 19 you had finally made a stable life for yourself. . . bartending part-time and saving the city with your powers with the rest of your time. Not only did using your powers for good include saving a few people along the way, but it also gave you a chance to harness and improve your powers. You had three key powers you focused on improving: healing, super-strength, and telekinesis of some sort. . . you were still trying to test your limits with that one.

But your life completely changed when you came home late from bartending one night and found none other than Tony Stark sitting on your couch. You immediately recognized him after seeing him all over the news no more than 6 months ago when the whole incident in Sokovia went down. He informed you how he'd been keeping tabs on you for the last couple of months. . . he knows that you're powerful and wanted you on his team. He gave you time to decide but after a week you accepted his offer and began what he called your “pre-training”. This consisted of about a month of missions to fully see the extent of your powers.

Your final mission before being introduced to the avengers was to seduce any of them. Stark claimed if you could get any bad guy they may face in the future to fall under your spell, there’s nothing you couldn’t do. Even though “seducing” wasn’t one of your many powers, you’d like to think you were still pretty good at it. Your mission was just to seduce one of them, any of them; you were told it was your pick.

You walked into some very high-profile club in a sleek silver dress coming about halfway down your thighs with a pretty revealing neckline. Surveying your choices as you came into the club, your eyes were already on this strong and mysterious looking man and his eyes were on you from the moment you walked in as well. As you sat down at the bar Tony was in your ear giving you a bachelor profile of each avenger. He hadn't even gotten to Pietro by the time he approached you at the bar.

“So entertain me printsessa, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing all alone at one of the most exclusive clubs in all of New York?” He inquired, his voice rich with his Sokovian accent. He was wearing sleek black dress pants with the shirt to match, about 3 buttons undone leaving your mind to wander. He never looked at you though, stood right next to your on right as he ordered drinks for the two of you.

“Scotch on the rocks for me and for the lady...” he trailed off and looked over to you. Fully taking in your appearance trying to decipher what your drink of choice might be “...an extra dry martini” you raised your eyebrows; he practically read your mind, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“The high profile life is stressful, don’t you agree? I needed to get away for a minute... alone,” you spoke, not giving him the satisfaction of a thank you for the drink he ordered you. You were intrigued to see his reaction, but there was none. He just continued your conversation as normal as you waited for your drinks.

“Well, did you come here for the headache inducing music or the drunk and overzealous fools spending their unlimited amounts of money?” He looked over to you with a slight smirk on his face.

“Well is there a third option or is that all I get?” You purred, taking your drink from the bartender as he handed it to you. Making sure to touch your hand to the bartender’s to try and get a rise out of the silver-haired man next to you... who in fact still hasn’t formally introduced himself. But of course Tony was in your ear telling you all about him. But you turned him off and decided to find out for yourself.

“The only other possible reason such a fine woman like you would be here is if you don’t plan on leaving alone...” he took a sip of his drink, averting your gaze but soon spoke again. “-and in that case, I’m free all night darling.” You looked at him with shocked eyes and a smile, but he and his drink were gone. You looked around the club and didn’t find a trace of the mysterious man.

You tapped your earpiece back on and spoke to Tony.

“Okay so who was that?”

“Well if you hadn’t so rudely muted me, you would’ve heard me telling you all about him. That happens to be one of our newest additions to the team... in fact he’s still in training. His name is Pietro Maximoff, one of the enhanced twins from Sokovia if you recall hearing about that. His thing is super speed, and cockiness.” Tony remarked, knowing the speedster has a thing for taking a new woman home every week.

“Super speed? Hope that isn’t true in bed tonight,” you said with a slight laugh.

“That’s a negative, y/n. The mission was to seduce one of mine, not sleep with them.” Tony spoke firmly, but you couldn’t care less.

“Please Stark, do tell me how I’m supposed to seduce one of your men but not sleep with them?”

“Go on the dance floor and leave them high and dry or whatever you kids do nowadays. You are not to come back to the compound with anyone, you do that and you'll ruin the mission. The plan is to seduce someone and towards the end of the night you’ll walk into our private room, flirt with them a bit more, and I’ll reveal my plans for you to join us. Hopefully embarrassing whoever you choose to entertain in the process. Deal?”

You sat and bit your tongue for a second, preventing yourself from saying anything that would’ve completely thrown your chance at being an Avenger out the window. “That’s not the deal I agreed to 3 days ago. I agreed to seduce an avenger and at some point after I’d be introduced to the team. We never explicitly discussed the seduction... and since it’s my mission it’s my terms.” Taking a sip of your martini you muted Tony for the second time that night as he tried to say “that’s a negative, again y/n. Don’t go home with anyone or—“ but you didn’t want to hear it.

You mumbled to yourself “it’s not my fault I was assigned to seduce an avenger.” Missions always meant a lot to you, and you were always determined to complete them to the fullest extent. This was no different.

Walking out to the dance floor the bright lights of the club accentuated a certain silver haired man with about three different girls all either talking him up, feeling him up, or straight up grinding on him. This made your blood boil for a certain reason you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. Regardless you made your way over to him and instead of pushing the girls away and causing a scene, you made use of their tipsy-ness and danced on Pietro with them. He took immediate notice of you and skillfully danced away with you by his side, taking you to the edge of the dance floor.

“You know, I never caught your name” you said slyly, still dancing up on him, enjoying the fun time you were having.

He smiled at you as he gently but firmly grabbed your shoulders as you grinded up on him and whispered in your ear, “the name is Pietro, and you?” You turned around and smiled but acted dumb “Pietro, why does that name sounded familiar?” Disregarding the fact that he asked for your name you looked him the eyes innocently as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I know why you recognize me dragâ, but you have to promise not to tell.” He spoke lowly, as if anyone in the loud club was actually listening to your conversation. You nodded quickly and played with the hair on the back of his neck sweetly. He bent down and whispered into your ear and said “I’m an up and coming Avenger... but I’m here with my team so you can’t embarrass me.” He said with this cockiness to him. Stark wasn’t lying.

You laughed and brought a hand to his chest giving him a slap “no way! What’s your power?” You said, faking this idea that you were entranced by him and his powers.

“Super speed... care to see?” He said with a smirk, and before you could answer he ran off to the bar, made you another extra dry martini and by the time you had blinked... it was in your hand. Even if Stark has told you he was fast, you found this extremely impressive... and attractive.

“Wow” You said, a few hairs flying in your face as a gust of wind followed him. You took a sip of the martini, it tasted even better than when the bartender made it.

“Care to come and sit with me and my friends?” He inquired, his hand hovering over your waist, waiting for an answer.

“I’d love to, but I can’t promise after this drink I won’t get you in trouble with your hero friends,” you said with a small hiccup... of course it was all an act but it boosted his confidence and helped you to further seduce him. “After all you’re just too irresistible.” Pietro laughed at your antics and rested his hand on your waist as he led you over to a square couch where Thor, Steve, Dr. Banner, Clint, and of course Tony, all sat. By the time you were ready to sit down your drink was almost gone.

But right as you were about to sit down next to Pietro he stretched his foot out and tripped you, purposely making you fall in his lap. This was the first time that night you blushed for real, feeling you made somewhat of a fool of yourself falling in-front of some of the most powerful Avengers. But of course Pietro was quick and said “falling for me already darling?” As he caught you and situated you right up on his lap.

Now you knew from the moment you saw him you were attracted to Pietro, but now you could start to feel how attracted he was to you... or maybe he was just that b—

“So tell us Pietro, who’s this lovely lady you’ve brought us this week?” Tony said, not only cutting off your thoughts but also emphasizing that this was a weekly thing for him... but you didn’t care and were a little pissed off at the same time.

“This...” Pietro started, placing his hands on either side of you and grounding you down further into his lap “is mine” he growled lowly, but also said that because he realized you never told him your name.

“Also known as Y/n L/n, but you can call me N/n for short fellas” you said with a cheeky grin, knowing that would get a rise out of Pietro. He turned his head and whispered to you hoarsely “such a pretty name, I can’t wait to be screaming it all night.”

Your breath faltered as you were at a loss for words, but admittedly it was nice to be wanted instead of chasing after random guys like most of your missions consisted of.

Over the course of the next couple hours as the club's energy died out and the patrons slowly filed out, you got to know the rest of the Avengers better, much better than the “bachelor” profiles Tony had tried feeding you. Thor was the God of Thunder but still a softie at heart, Banner was an absolute nerd, Steve was just as serious as you expected but still lots of fun. Clint... well he was kind of an asshole but it didn’t bother you.

Tony cleared his throat as to say something, looking over to you with a knowing glance. You were cuddled into Pietro’s side as he held a firm grip on your inner thigh.

“Well fellas... I think there’s something you should know here.” Tony was talking to the whole group, but looked directly at you. You shook your head no discreetly but he ignored you. You made a last minute move and turned to Pietro and said “I think they just said it’s last call... will you come get another drink with me?” You said running your fingers across his chest. He nodded quickly “anything for you” and stood up and you two walked over to the empty bar... last call was about 45 minutes ago and you knew that damn well but needed an excuse to get out of there before Pietro found out the truth.

You didn’t know what compelled you to hide from him that this was all just supposed to be another mission for you, but you desperately didn’t want him to know.

Now you weren’t one to be straight forward or pushy but at this time you had no choice. “It looks like they’re all gone, want me to make you something instead?” Pietro asked, pushing one of you hairs behind your ear. You nodded a small no to him and stood up on your tip-toes to say “I was actually hoping that you could call us and cab... you know so that we can—“ “already ahead of you printsessa,“ he said grabbing your waist and leading you to the door as a black SUV pulled up. You could only assume it was one of Starks many private drivers that he let the whole team use.

He opened the passenger side back door for you and said “ladies first” with a cocky smile. You stepped inside and were en route to the Avengers compound for the first time. Not ideally how you imagined you’d first visit the facility but you weren’t complaining, especially considering Pietro was all over you in the car. He was completely infatuated with you, but a little voice was ringing in the back of your head that he was probably like this every week with other girls.

Little did you know he felt differently for you.

Once you got into the compound Pietro swiftly picked you up and ran you all the way to his room, sitting you on his bed. He knelt down and ran his hands over your smooth legs and spoke cautiously “may I kiss you darling? Don’t want to...” he sighed, feeling himself grow more excited by the minute “...make you uncomfortable.” Once again your breath faltered, there was truly nothing sexier than consent.

You nodded quickly but he started off painfully slow, first kissing the backs of your hands and slowly up your arms, effectively sending chills up your spine. He pushed you back down onto his bed as he sat back and took off his shirt with the blink of an eye. You stared at him in awe for a second, reaching your hand out to touch his abs just to make sure he was real. As you felt his toned abs he smiled. “Like what you see?” You shook your head no. “I love it,” you said with a cheeky smile, pulling your own dress off as quick as you could, leaving yourself in just your underwear.

“No bra? Such a naughty girl...” he said as he shamelessly stared at your chest before attacking your breasts with open mouthed kisses. You fought back the urge to moan and give him the satisfaction of hearing how much you were enjoying yourself, but it was so hard with his perfect mouth working wonders on one breast while his hand skillfully played with the other one.

Slowly he started to kiss up your body as he asked “what’s your favorite thing to do in bed, dorogoy?” You laughed lightly, but didn’t fully understand what he was asking, half of your head already in heaven.

“I mean...” he started, standing up and taking his pants and boxers off while looking you directly in the eyes. “What are you kinks?” He said with a wicked grin. You averted your gaze to his now free cock as it sprung out of his boxers and stood tall in front of you. He walked closer to you as he started to pump himself slowly “come on now... I know a pretty girl like you can’t be all vanilla.”

You swallowed thickly, still staring his length down. You assumed he was big but just... wow.

“I’ve uh, I’ve always wanted to be... tied up.” Yon admitted truthfully, somehow feeling a sense of safety around him.

“Wanted to? Has no one ever asked you what you wanted in the bedroom?” He asked, setting one knee on the bed. You shook your head no quickly, taking your underwear off for him as you crawled over to him on your knees. “Such a shame...” he said, with what you believed to be a hint of anger.

You sat in front of him ready to take his length in your mouth but he shoved you back onto his bed abruptly “get off your ass you little suka.” He went to his nightstand and grabbed a pair of silver handcuffs , took your arms and handcuffed you to his bed without a word. He leaned down and whispered into your ear and said “in this room, a lady always comes first.” To be honest, you were almost convinced you could’ve came right then and there just from his words.

At an agonizingly slow pace, Pietro began to kiss down your naked body. Reaching your heat he let his hot breath fan over you, watching you squirm underneath him; he wasn’t even touching you yet.

“Pietro, please.” You pleaded softly, disregarding all respect for yourself as you begged for him to touch you.

“Please what dear? You need to use your words with me,” he smirked devilishly as he waited for your reply inches from your throbbing pussy.

“Touch me, Pietro, please!” You hips bucked against nothing but the air as you were desperate for any kind of friction.

“Oh, you mean like this?” He said as his cold hand cupped your dripping heat “god, you’re already so wet... is this all for me?” You shook your head yes and Pietro dove into you like you were his last meal. You screamed out in pleasure as his mouth worked wonders on you.

Without a warning he stuck a finger inside you and you pulled on the handcuffs that held you to the bedpost, wanting nothing more than to run your hand through his silver locks. He started to curl his finger, making you moan out louder than you care to admit before he added another and started to go at a super human speed while he harshly sucked on your clit. You were starting to see stars as you yelled out “I’m so close, fuck!” He didn’t change a thing, keeping his pace and speed, bringing you to one of the most powerful orgasms you’ve ever had. Your body convulsed and shook as you were sure you blacked out for a second or two as he coaxed you down from your high, cleaning up all of your cum from his face and your dripping cunt.

You were absolutely breathless, and when you opened your eyes next Pietro was hovering over you, wiping the last of you from his lips with the back of his hand. He thought you were done for, he gently grabbed your face and asked “what do you need dragâ?” You looked into his icy blue eyes and said “need you... inside me... please.” He was a bit taken back, not expecting you to be so eager and willing for round two. But he happily obliged “as you wish, printsessa.”

Pietro adjusted himself at your entrance and looked to you for the final seal of approval. Once you nodded yes he pushed himself inside your entrance and quickly bottomed out, making you moan weakly as you let out a low breathe, he took that as a the go-ahead and started to move inside of you slowly, not wanting to hurt you... even though your wrists were already bruising from your fight against the restraints.

“Faster” you mumbled out, but Pietro heard you loud and clear. He removed his hand from the top of the bed post you were cuffed to and firmly wrapped it around your neck as he started to slam into you at an ungodly pace. Scratch that, this man was actually god. Much quicker than last round you were seconds away from your second or third orgasm, you had honestly lost count.

“Pietro I’m! I’m gonna—“ you were practically screaming at the top of your lungs but you didn’t care. “Not without me you’re not” he cut you off, and brought his other hand to rub fast circles on your clit as he choked you even harder, only bringing you impossibly closer to your next orgasm. He leaned down to your ear and said “you don’t get to cum until I say so, suka,” and as much as you wanted to cum and felt like you couldn’t hold it anymore, you moaned out and clenched around his length, causing him to moan loudly with you.

Feeling that he too was now close to a climax he quickly took your handcuffs off and threw them across the room, and you wasted no time getting your hands on him, scratching his back up as he pounded relentlessly into you. You were both moaning messes as strings of curses and each other’s names fell from your mouths. Soon enough Pietro grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Are you still close darling?” He said, so much care in his voice as he practically rearranged your guts. “Yes!!” you screamed, he smiled lustfully down at you “then cum.” He ordered and you let it all go as you scratched his back to the point where you think you drew blood. You clung onto the handsome man on top of you like he was your last breath. Clenching around him he went impossibly fast inside of you as he came, shooting his hot cum inside of you.

You must’ve blacked out again because the next thing you knew Pietro was walking over to you with a damp washcloth, leaning over to clean you up. You looked between your legs where he sat gently running the warm washcloth through your folds. You shivered and laughed a little as you were still very sensitive down there. Pietro looked up at you with a caring gleam in his eyes.

“Want me to help you to the bathroom darling?” He asked, his voice no longer low and raspy but now sweet and soft, his accent was still prominent though. You nodded and he smiled as he walked over to his dresser, pulling out a gray t-shirt and and a pair of boxers out, putting the pair on himself somewhat to your disappointment. Walking back over to the bed he opened the shirt and said “arms up dragâ.” Even if you didn’t fully understand what he was saying you obliged. As he placed his shirt on you he laughed to himself “I’m not even fucking you anymore and you’re still following my orders. I might just have to keep your pretty little ass around for a while... now stand up.” He said, his smile shining in the low light of the room.

You went to stand but your legs failed you and you fell right back on to the bed, blushing a bright red, embarrassed that one man had such an effect on you. Pietro only grinned down at you while he bent down to pick you up. Carrying you bridal style to the bathrooms he asked you “sorry if I fucked you until you couldn’t walk printsessa, but that’s what you wanted, no?” He said, gently placing you down on the toilet to go to the bathroom.

You nodded your head a shameful yes, and when you were finished he lifted you onto the counter and pressed a surprising gentle kiss to your lips. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about dragâ, no girl has ever made me cum like you did either, so I guess we’re even,” he said with a smirk.

He carried you back to his bed and got under the covers with you. Becoming suddenly shy he asked “would you mind if I cuddled you?” You looked up at him with a heartfelt smile. “I would love to” and you have never seen the speedster smile so big that night.

So with that he pulled you into his chest and drew circles on your back as you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

—

The next time you woke was around 4am to your phone buzzing non stop. You slowly maneuvered yourself out of Pietro’s tight grasp, grabbed your phone off the nightstand and limped to the bathroom. Unsurprisingly, all of your notifications were texts from Tony.

11:58PM: so much for not sleeping with an Avenger. You should know he does this every week, you’re probably just another conquest to him.

12:42AM: would you two mind keeping it down over there? I’m two floors above you and I can still hear you. Have some consideration for everyone else in this compound.

1:15AM: come on kid. Everyone staying here tonight has officially asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to sound-proof their room. This will end in the morning when I tell him the truth.

1:44AM: I hate to admit but you kids really sounded like you had fun. I’d hate to tell him the truth and break both your hearts at this point.

2:37AM: call me when you see this, I don’t care what time it is. I just want to talk about what happened before everyone else wakes up.

Reading those texts was like watching Tony go through all five stages of grief in one night, scratch that, in 3 hours. Hesitantly you called Tony’s cell even though it was now 4:20 in the morning. You were shocked when he answered after only two rings on his side.

“I should kick you out of this compound right this second,” Tony answered flatly, not even bothering to say hello.

“But you won’t, because as I recall you called me ‘the next greatest asset to your team,’ no?” You said gleefully, knowing you were right. You heard Tony let out a sigh of frustration on his end.

“I have to tell him and the team in the morning, L/n.” He said with a disappointed tone.

“No!” You shouted, just a little too loud. You peaked out of the bathroom door to check if you woke Pietro up, thankfully you didn’t. You saw him on the bed snoring peacefully and smiled.

“I mean... no. Please don’t.” You pleaded quietly.

“Kid you know I have to. You know the rest of the team wouldn’t just blindly accept you onto here if they thought you were an average civilian. Even if they thought you were Speedy’s girlfriend.”

You say silent on the other end for a second, contemplating your options.

“There has to be something we can tell them. There’s no one in the house that might advocate for my presence in the compound besides him? You know, to buy time while I slowly start to reveal my powers to him and whatnot.”

“Okay first of all he’s not to find out about your powers until he knows you’re a part of the team... and for someone advocating for you well...”

Tony paused moving his phone away from his face as he let out a spew of curses, bringing the phone back to his face he said “if you really think this might become something serious between you two, I can point out how I think you two really hit it off last night to his sister... and she’d do anything to see her brother not only happy but in a committed relationship.”

You gasped with excitement and jumped up and down “you’d really do that for me?” You asked eagerly.

“Yes, but only if you’re sure that you’re 100% serious about this being more than just a fling with him,” Tony said firmly.

“Oh 3000%” you said, peaking out to check on Pietro for the last time during your call. “I’m sure.” Tony sighed on the other end. “Okay then, but you promise we’ll tell him at some point soon?” You resentfully agreed, and hung up on Tony.

Well that “little thing” you guys had quickly turned into a full brown infatuation for one another and you were constantly all over each other. Everyone else, especially Wanda, thought it was so nice to finally see Pietro settle down with someone. After that night you guys went on many dates together, you got to know the Avengers better than you ever imagined, and learned all about Pietro’s past and his powers. He asked you about your past from time to time, but you always avoided the conversation. Pietro figured your past was just traumatic and didn’t want to push it...he wasn’t wrong but there was a whole different reason besides that for not telling him about your past. For the last three months you and Pietro haven’t exactly “settled down.” In fact crazy nights like the one when you first met happened quite often, and not always in the privacy of your rooms...

The breaking point for Tony was that not only that you guys were head over heels for each other for 3 whole months now, much longer than he ever thought this little ordeal would last. One of the things Tony hated the most about you and Pietro was that he and the rest of the team would catch you two... procreating, almost everywhere in the tower. But it wasn’t until a movie night in the compound when everyone was gathered on the couches in the commons area watching some movie and you two were too busy getting busy with each other to pay attention. You had always taken risks in front of and with other team members but never like this. Pietro has skillfully pulled your pants done just enough for him to slide inside you. Just as you were reaching your climax you let out an involuntary moan, not loud but loud enough for a few others to look over to you two and catch on pretty quickly.

Gasping in disgust everyone else turned their attention to you two and started to shout at you both to stop. But Pietro said “fuck it...” and placed one hand over your mouth and the other on your hip as he used his super human speed to finish you and him off. Tony yelled for F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn on the lights and said “THAT’S IT!! I’m done keeping your little secret L/n.” Tony said standing up and looking you in the eyes with nothing but anger. You and Pietro adjusted yourselves so you were decent under the blanket and looked at Tony with the rest of the group, everyone wondering what the hell he was talking about.

“Tony please don’t,” you begged, but he shook his head “it’s too late kid, you had your chance.” Pietro took on a softer demeanor as he wrapped his arm around you and looked at Tony with anger and confusion. Angry that he was upsetting you but confused because he had no idea what Tony was talking about.

“So everyone remembers about 3 months ago when these two kids got together right? I mean, gosh how could we forget?” Tony said with a dry laugh, a few team members awkwardly nodding as to say they still remembered.

“Well surprise! That night was a mission of Y/n’s! That’s right! For the past month or so before that night I had been giving her missions because I wanted to recruit her to the team!” Tony was shouting, visibly angry. It’s a shame Pepper was in Chicago for the week hiring a new head of finances, otherwise she may have been able to stop or maybe even calm Tony down.

“This little minx had a mission to “seduce” one of you lucky fellas, not sleep with any of you. The gig was supposed to be up at the end of the night when I’d happily embarrass whoever she decided to seduce. But Speedy Gonzales over here took her right off her feet, which admittedly at the beginning of the night was cute. But when they ran off from me before I could expose Y/n’s truth, and to come back here only to go at it like rabbits. . . it was annoying to say the least. Things only got worse when she begged me not to tell a certain speedster and convinced me to lie to you all saying I thought they were good together!”

Everyone was in shock and all eyes were now on you, Pietro took his arm off of you and looked at you with his tears brimming his beautiful blue eyes. You hated to see him cry.

“Now yes I’m sorry I lied and maybe a little bit of this is on me but I never thought it’d go this far! I mean when she begged me over the phone at 4am not to tell and told me she was serious about him I believed her! I mean obviously she was telling the truth but she lied to me too. She told me she was going to tell him at some point about her powers and her up and coming place on the team! But now here I am, looking like I’m the asshole because I can’t take it anymore okay!?”

Pietro looked at you and shook his head in utter disbelief and disappointment. A few tears fell from his face but he sped off before you or anyone else saw him cry any more. You cried out after him “Pietro don’t go! I’m sorry!” You sobbed, feeling your heart crack as you feared this was it for you two, and that the last three months would only be a cherished memory.

You stood up and wiped your tears and looked at Tony, with deep purple in your eyes and a new glow to your hands no one else had seen you show before.

“Stark.” You said, your voice hoarse and void of all and any emotion but rage.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

“Oh you will be, you had absolutely NO RIGHT telling him that! Telling everyone about me, my powers, my missions! I begged you not to tell him that night because as stupid as it sounds I felt myself falling for him! So now I’m fucking in love with him and I haven’t even told him yet and you go and ruin it just because you can’t stand us having a little fun. Was our timing and actions inappropriate? Yes. Does that give you any right to out me and my whole facade to everyone here? Absolutely not.”

Balls of purple light grew in your hands and you started to slowly walk towards Tony, the rest of the group took this as their chance to quickly leave so they weren’t next. But for some reason, Wanda stayed behind. You didn’t even notice though.

You wanted to hurt Tony more than even you yourself knew, but at the same time you knew you couldn’t kill him or hurt him majorly. So you used your powers to their fullest extent and lifted Tony from his standing on the ground.

“Oh no” he said softly, as you moved your arms and threw him through the glass window of the patio and into the back lawn. After that you sobbed and fell to your knees. Wanda was immediately by your side but you pushed her away and you flew yourself out of there and back to your apartment that you hadn’t visited in 3 months.

It was so cold and empty, you just cried loudly to yourself and you got under your covers. You continued to cry until the last of your energy left your body and you fell asleep.

—

It has been two weeks since anyone had seen you, and two weeks since Pietro did so much as talk to anyone else in the compound, even Wanda. He only left his room to eat about once a day, usually in the AM when everyone else was asleep. Wanda adapted to his sleep schedule just to be able to see him and try and talk to him. No one had even seen Pietro speed around anywhere since you left, some were beginning to wonder if he was so depressed that he lost his powers.

You on the other hand were practically the same, maybe worse considering you were stuck alone in your small apartment. You had no one to talk to, no one was even trying to talk to you. No one from the compound ever reached out to you. Tony never even formally apologized. Granted you threw him through a window, but you still thought he owed you something for what he did.

It was around 2:45AM at the compound and Wanda was waiting on the couch for Pietro to make his nightly meal run. When he was head first in the fridge, she walked over to him. He jumped at first but saw it was his sister. He mumbled a quiet “go away” and started to walk off, but she used her powers to stop him.

“You’re not going anywhere until you talk to me, brother.”

Pietro sighed as he turned around to face his sister; he had never looked so tired and sad, even after their own parents' funeral.

“Can we at least talk in my room?” He pleaded, which Wanda gladly agreed to, just happy that he was willing to talk to her.

“What do you want to hear? I know you’ve already looked inside my head to see how much I miss her.” He said sitting down on his bed, opening a package of Oreos. Wanda took notice of the tissues and empty junk food containers that were lying around his room.

“Well if you’ll admit how much you miss her, I want you to go and see her, talk to her, and be with her again.”

“Byla net!” He yelled, saying fuck no to his sister in his native language. “She lied to me for months, she betrayed me and made a whole new personality! Why should I ever trust her again?”

“She lied to you to protect you AND herself Pietro!! Can’t you see that? Were you even there before she threw Stark through that window?! She lied to you because she cared so much, and she didn’t want to hurt you or for you to see her differently!” Wanda was full-blown shouting at her brother, not caring if she woke the other Avengers up, she was so sick and tired of seeing her brother mope around.

“Oh yeah? And how do you know that?” He inquired, his voice filled with resentment,

“Because I went to see her you mudak! I looked inside her head and saw nothing but pain, sorrow, and regret!”

In the blink of an eye Pietro’s anger disappeared and he looked shocked .“You went to see her?” He asked hopefully, mentally punching himself for likely making you feel so down and horrible.

“Yes, but she didn’t see me. God she looked worse than you and your room smells like something died in here.”

Pietro scoffed, but sat in silence for a couple minutes. Wanda waited patiently for her brother's reply.

“I’ll go to see her in the afternoon, but I’m going to bed for now. You have to go and give me some time to rest and think about what I’m going to say.” Wanda nodded and hugged her brother tightly. “You’re doing the right thing,” she said with a smile, and left his room so he could be alone with his thoughts.

—

It was sometime around 1pm and you were still asleep on your couch, not that anything was wrong with your bed. You just didn’t have enough energy last night to move to your bed. You were awoken to a loud and persistent knocking. It stopped after about thirty seconds and you sighed, ready to drift off back to sleep. But you only got about 10 seconds of peace before the knocking started again. You got off your ass and stomped your way to your door swinging it open quickly shouting “what the hell do you—”

But that all changed when you saw those eyes again, those beautiful blue eyes. You saw him smile weakly as he held out a bouquet of flowers for you. Seeing him again felt like someone restarting the fire of your heart, and without saying another word or even thinking about the consequences of your actions, you jumped on your tippy toes and pressed a sweet but passionate kiss to his lips. He gratefully accepted your love and wrapped one arm around your waist as he deepened the kiss and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him as he leaned against it.

You both breathlessly pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes with nothing but pure love.

“Hi.” You spoke weakly, your voice cracking softly.

“Hi... you look like...shit” Pietro spoke bluntly, causing you to laugh for the first time in weeks.

“Yeah because you look so handsome with those dark circles caving into your face,” you said, caressing his face with your hand ever so gently. He laughed back with you.

“I’ve missed you, dragâ,” he said. placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve missed you too, more than you know.”

After sharing one more sweet kiss you went to sit down on your couch with Pietro and told him everything. Your childhood, your parents abandoning you at an orphanage, HYDRA kidnapping you, how you got your powers, all of it. In return Pietro told you how much he missed you and you both agreed to never keep anything from each other ever again.

That evening after Pietro had helped you clean up your apartment at superhuman speeds, you two were just sitting on your couch watching TV, you turned to your boyfriend and said hesitantly, “you know how we agreed to tell each other everything from now on?”

He nodded and looked at your nervous face, encouraging you to go on.

“I don’t know how to say this but I—” you took a deep breath, about to let the last of your walls down. “I love you.”

A smile brighter than the sun lit up on the man's face as he pulled you in for a sweet kiss. He pulled away and held your face, looking at you with his piercing blue orbs he said “I love you too malyshka, so, so much.” After one more kiss of pure contentment, you decided it was time to go back to the compound.

—

You two walked in hand and hand to see the avengers doing none other than watching a movie together. You two laughed together at the situation taking note that it was exactly where you were two weeks ago. Wanda heard you laughing and looked over to see her now very happy brother and you, his girlfriend. She immediately jumped up for joy and ran over to you two giving you both a big hug expressing her overwhelming excitement that you two were together again.

After conversing with Wanda for a minute, you all walked over to the couch and Wanda sat back down. There were a few seconds of awkward silence before Nat spoke up and said “so? Are you two love birds back together or what?” You nodded eagerly and Pietro spoke for you. “Yes we are, and as long as everyone’s okay with it... y/n would like to start training to join the team.”

The team shared some shared looks of agreement amongst one another before Steve stood up to come and shake your hand. “Welcome to the Avengers, kid.” He said happily, clearly waiting for that moment. Tony was close behind him, with a guilty look on his face.

“Look kid, I know as far as apologies go I suck at them but I really am sorry. I had no place telling Speedy and the whole team your business. I am truly sorry.”

You smiled sweetly and said “as long as you don’t sue or charge me for throwing you through that window, I think we’re even.” And with that, everyone shared a laugh. Things felt normal again.

You finally felt at peace, with the man you loved by your side. You finally had a family and a home. Life was on your side, and it was just about to start.

—

A/N

Oh my god hi I can’t believe I really wrote that. For the record I’m a mentally unstable 18 year old kinky virgin, who’s only drafted a few smut one-shots before this; so feedback would be greatly appreciated! Anyways I am unbelievably proud of this, I actually wrote it all in one day, over the course of 7 non-stop hours of writing. So I sincerely hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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The hours spent on set between you and Tom had inevitably created a close bond for the two of you. There were many sleepless nights together, running scenes for hours on end before the director finally shot one they liked. You were each other’s rock during the whole process, Tom made a point to come over to your trailer before a particularly difficult scene, and provide support. You were newer to acting, and Tom helped guide you and give you advice during filming. It was safe to say that Tom was your best friend, and you were his. However, playing lovers on screen and having that chemistry was difficult for you to ignore. You knew that deep down, you had feelings for Tom, you just decided from the very beginning that you couldn’t pursue him. You wanted to make sure you established yourself as a professional, which you are.

You were professional for the entire filming process, never having a night where you drank too much and kissed him. Never. You were quite proud of that, because there were many opportunities where you could have. Tom was hard to read, anyways. You never knew how he was feeling, one minute he’d talk about some girl he likes, and the next he’s going on about how he just wants to stay single right now.

The press tour for this movie was coming along in just a few days, and you were doing your best to prepare. Mentally, that is. The press tour was going to have a lot of bonding time. Interviewers asking you questions every day, all day. Sitting next to Tom for hours on end just talking about each other and the movie. Being only a hotel room away from him. Celebrating the movie coming out with trips down to the hotel bar at midnight, you knew this was dangerous.

A ding from your phone made you snap out of your daze, as you picked it up to look at it.

Tom: Are you excited for the press tour or whattt

You: haha yesss i’m so excited & also kinda nervous?? idk why

Tom: I have that affect on people

You: shut up

You: it’s effect btw

Tom: No it isn’t

You: uhhh... yes it is dumbass

Tom: Shut up

Tom: I’ll see you in a few days in the best city ever

You: you’re only saying it’s the best city because it’s your city

Tom: Ya that’s why it’s the best

You: you’re so annoying i’ll see you soon

With that, you locked your phone, and resumed packing. You really only needed to pack pajamas and workout clothes, because all your outfits for the press tour were being brought in by your stylist. You really couldn’t complain about any of this, you got to play dress up for a month or so, hang out with Tom, and talk about a movie you’re really proud of. Oh, and also travel across the world. That part was pretty cool.

You flew into London a day early so you would have time to adjust to the time difference. Tom was kind enough to invite you to stay the night at his house before the two of you left for hotel rooms every night.

When you arrived, you were extremely tied, and didn’t have the energy to hang out with Tom’s entire family, and his roommates.

“Hey everyone,” You said as you walked into his house. Tom was behind you, carrying one of your bags.

“It’s so heavy,” He groaned out, and you rolled your eyes at him. He was never very subtle about what was on his mind.

“Hey y/n!” Harry called out. “We missed you!”

You looked around the room to see just about everyone that Tom knows sitting in his living room. You weren’t expecting to be met with at least ten people, right after you got off of a ten hour flight.

“Oh... hey!” You let out, your eyes were wide with shock. You were really tired, but didn’t want to be rude. “How is everyone?”

You made your way around, saying hello to everyone, as Tom put away your luggage in the guest room. He came downstairs, and you turned around to look at him. He had the biggest smile on his face, he loved seeing you with everyone. Of course, you had already met and hung out with his family and friends, but you were special to him; which means you getting along with his family and friends was really important to him.

“Hey, Tom,” You said. “Can we talk real quick?”

“Of course, darling,” He responded. You grabbed his arm, leading him out to the backyard so you could talk in private.

“That was really nice of you to have everyone here,” You acknowledged. You looked up at him as he flashed you a grin. He was overflowing with excitement, it had been a few months since you last saw each other in person.

“Everyone missed you,” He explained. “Myself included.”

“I missed you too, Tom.” You looked up at him, your arms were still interlocked together as you stood on the gravel, overlooking his backyard.

“I don’t want to be rude,” You started. He furrowed his brows as you continued, “But I’m really exhausted, and I think I need to just take a little nap. Can everyone come back for dinner?”

“Oh, of course!” He exclaimed. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even thinking- I was just so excited you were coming, and everyone else was too I ju-“

“Tom, it’s okay,” You smiled at him. He relaxed as your eyes met. “I’m really appreciative, Thank you for doing this. I just need some sleep right now.”

“Of course,” He nodded. The two of you went back inside, and Tom had asked everyone to come back later to give you some time to unwind. You walked into the guest room he had made for you, and laid down on the bed, not bothering to get under the covers as you drifted off to sleep.

Having dinner with everyone later was extremely fun, and you were feeling like yourself again. The entire stay at Tom’s house was incredible, the two of you messed around a lot, but at the end of the day he was really a great friend. The morning you two were getting ready to leave for the press tour, he brought up tea to your room. It was the little things, you thought.

That day consisted of driving to the hotel, getting ready for interviews, and talking a lot about the movie. The two of you ended up in the hotel bar later that night, starting off the press tour by getting drunk. There were multiple days of this; you went from England, to France, to Germany, Spain, everywhere. You and Tom were having so much fun, all you did was talk in interviews, eat good food, sightsee, and get drunk. It was magical, actually. But everything changed when you went to Italy.

“We have Y/N Y/L/N and Tom Holland here, promoting their new movie,” The interviewer spoke into the camera. You and Tom sat beside each other, smiling as they continued to talk and ask questions.

“Was this movie more difficult to film, Tom? Because of how dark it is?” She asked, and Tom nodded his head.

“Oh, definitely,” He began. “I had a hard time with scenes, but luckily I have an amazing costar who helped me out with them.” He placed his hand on your shoulder as he looked over at you.

“And you, y/n?” She started. “It was also difficult?”

You nodded your head, “It’s definitely something I’ve never done before.” All three of you laughed before you continued. “Yeah, it was very difficult, actually. I’m very lucky Tom was there, there were a lot of tears- on and off screen!”

The three of you let out a laugh again, and Tom took his hand off your shoulder, and it fell onto your lower back. You gave him a quick look before the interviewer continued to ask questions.

“Because this movie is so dark, I thought it would be fun to ask some fun, lighthearted questions!”

You and Tom nodded, and she started to begin.

“What are you favorite colors?”

“Blue,” You let out.

“Green,” Tom responded.

The questions kept coming, and you and Tom were having a lot of fun with them. It was something different, and you liked that. Then, she asked the question that changed everything.

“What song reminds you of the other person?” She asked. You and Tom looked at each other, thrown off by what was just asked.

“Uhh,” Tom started. “I think I’d have to say Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra.”

You laughed, knowing why he said this.

“We had a lot of dance parties in the hair and makeup trailer to this song,” Tom answered. You nodded your head.

“And you, y/n, what song reminds you of Tom?”

You hesitated, you knew what song he reminded you of, you just were scared to say it out loud.

“Umm,” You drifted off. Tom stared at you, waiting for your answer. “I don’t know why, but my brain is saying ‘Ivy’ by Taylor Swift.”

You and Tom looked at each other, he looked confused; raising an eyebrow to indicate his confusion. The interviewer cleared her throat, then changed the subject. You spent the whole interview on edge, Tom kept giving you the side eye, and you knew you were going to have a conversation about it after.

Except after wasn’t until much later, you had at least three more interviews to do that day. When this interview ended, you didn’t have any time to chat with him. Your makeup artists rushed over to do touch-ups before the next interviewer walked in.

You were in agony, you wanted so badly to talk to him about this, but the two of you had no time alone. You were doing your best to not look at him, you couldn’t make eye contact right now.

Finally, you wrapped up the interviews for the day, and you and Tom started heading to your hotel rooms.

“What was that?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence as you walked back to you rooms.

“What was what?” You played dumb, but still looked at the ground.

“Look at me,” He demanded. You looked up at him, he was taller than you, and you were already in a vulnerable position. “You told me that ‘Ivy’ was a song that made you feel like you were in love, do you not remember that? You said that when we were filming.”

“I remember.”

“Then what the fuck was that?”

You breathed in, your heart was racing and you started to sweat. You were growing anxious. You looked behind him to see your hotel room number, you were hoping you could escape this. Maybe this wasn’t healthy, you thought. Running away from your problems. You just couldn’t handle him saying anything other than that he feels the same for you. You tried to move forward, but he blocked you.

“Don’t run away from me,” He growled out.

“Fine,” You said. “What do you want me to say?”

“What you meant,” Tom responded. He started to back up, so he was against the wall right next to your hotel door. You stood across from him, on the other side of the door.

“What I meant,” You were stalling. He stared at you, waiting for you to response.

You couldn’t look away, though.

So yeah, it’s a fire, it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it. You started it.

Your eyes met each other, and you started to moved your way closer to him. He started walking towards you, your bodies inches apart.

So yeah, it’s a war, it’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it. You started it.

You would do anything for him, anything. He breathed out, and you felt his breath on your face.

“I love you,” You whispered. You nodded your head, looking down at the ground. You couldn’t even look him in the face. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He had a smile on his face.

“Oh, y/n, I love you too,” He said. You laughed, but was abruptly cut off by him smashing his lips into yours. You brought one hand to his neck, the other to your back pocket, trying to find the hotel room key. You stumbled, Tom was closing in on you. There was no space left between your bodies, and you were on fire. His hands were in your hair, and he was pushing you up against the wall. You giggled, you were struggling to put the key into the slot of the door, but Tom ripped it out of your hands and shoved it in the slot. He opened the door, then picked you up, taking you into your hotel room.

Now I’m covered in you.

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