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shinestarhwaa · 10 months

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Ok I have something delicious that only you can do justice to.

You and Wooyoung are on a romantic getaway in a hotel and you spend the whole time naked and having sexy time. You decide you don't want to go out to get food, so you order in.

Woo gets dressed enough to go to get the food at the door, but then you come up behind him in just a sheet, flustering both Woo and the delivery boy.

San is the delivery boy.

You invite him in to have some...fun...with you and Wooyoung.

Interested?

Oh my God Anya you ain't ready

SERVED || WOOSAN

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Bf! Wooyoung x fem reader x deliveryboy!San

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings/tags: threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it up buttercup), oral sex, anal sex, m x m, fingering, aged down San (like 19 or 20 y/o), bi panic San, degrading, praise, rough sex, sir kink, breeding kink, taking pics&videos during sexual acts, double penetration, dirty talk, namecalling (whore), spit as lube m sorry

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong

ENJOY!

"Gosh, you're driving me insane," Wooyoung sighed as you got off his naked, sweaty body. "I really worked up an appetite," you grinned, "sex can be a whole work out."

Wooyoung laughed and snuggled up to you, nuzzling his face in your neck. "I don't wanna go out," he sighed. You grinned and kissed his head. "Let's order some food then, champagne, pizza? Or fried chicken? Rice?"

"Hmm, get it all baby I'm hungry," he smirked. You reached out to grab your phone to call the restaurant. "Hi, this is Y/N Y/L/N from room 502, I'm calling to order food?"

"Sure, what do you want to order ma'am?"

"I'll hav-" your words got cut off by an audible gasp, caused by Jung Wooyoung diving between your legs, licking at your already abused, wet cunt.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

"Y-Yes, sorry, I uhm, I thought I saw a mouse but it was just a sock."

The person on the line and the person between your legs grinned a little, but for totally different reasons. Wooyoung lapped at your cunt, nose brushing against your clit.

"Can I have a portion of the... the fried- ah, uhm, fried chicken, t-the rice and uhm, a pepperoni pizza?"

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"Ask for extra pepperoni," Wooyoung said between sucking and licking your clit. "Woo, I don't want extra pepperoni, it's too meaty."

"Yeah, like you don't like the meat," Wooyoung scoffed, plunging his tongue in and out of your cunt.

You whined, trying to cover the phone so the man on the line wouldn't hear the vulgar sounds coming out of your mouth.

"Fine," you sighed, "could you add some extra pepperoni? And a bottle of sparkling water?"

"Sparkling water tastes like ass," Wooyoung grunted, plunging two fingers in and out of your cunt. "Y-You like ass," you spat back, making Wooyoung laugh.

"Will that be all, ma'am?"

"Yeah, great!" You sounded too happy, you knew, but you tried to hard not to moan out Wooyoung's name. Wooyoung's veiny hands covered your cunt, pumping 3 fingers in your hole.

"It'll be there in 20 minutes, ma'am."

"Great, thank you, goodnight," you said quickly, hanging up the phone as fast as you could.

"FUCK!" You moaned out when you felt Wooyoung's tongue on your clit as well. "You're a fucking menace, eating me out as I'm on the phone."

Wooyoung smirked as he flicked his tongue against your clit over and over, sending you over the edge. You came on his fingers and tongue, body shaking and spasming as he helped you through your third orgasm of the night.

Not much later you heard a knock on the door. Wooyoung got up, putting his darkblue robe on quickly and walking to the door. You covered yourself with the sheets, following him.

Your boyfriend opened the door, revealing the delivery boy, or man. "Wow," he gasped, noticing you covering your body with the silky white sheets, hair messy and make-up ruined.

"Hey ma- what?" Wooyoung said, confused. He looked behind him and widened his eyes, a blush creeping up on both his and the stranger's cheeks.

"H-hi, here's your food," San said as he handed it over to Wooyoung. "Thank you, how much do I owe you?"

Before Wooyoung could grab his wallet you stopped him. "Hi cutie," you said, scanning the guy, noticing his smile with cute dimples, the rosy blush on his cheeks and his sexybroad shoulders that did not match his shy persona.

"Uhm, hi."

"I know a way to re-pay you," you smirked. Wooyoung realized what you meant and scanned him up and down as well. "You know the money goes to the restaurant, right, Y/N?" "Well, okay, we'll give him the money but I bet you could give him a nice tip," you said, winking, "if he gives me his?"

The boy finally understood what you were implying as he saw the two of you smirk at each other. "I should-"

"Come in, yeah," Wooyoung said, taking his arm and pulling him in. Wooyoung placed the food on the table. "What's your name, cutie?" You asked, hand sliding over his arm.

The boy shivered and bit his lip. "I'm San," he said quietly. "San? That's a nice name," you smiled. "Now my sweetheart Wooyoung and I, Y/N, are very happy together but you, you could make us both even happier tonight. How does that sound?"

"I... I don't know if I should intrude-" "It's not intruding if we are inviting you, hm?" Wooyoung said, raising his eyebrow. San nodded, not able to keep his eyes off your barely covered body.

"You want me to... have sex with you? Me?" San asked in disbelief, not understanding how this was happening. "That's correct." "And you're okay with that?" San asked Wooyoung, who laughed. "What way do you swing, darling?" he asked, lifting up San's chin. "What way do I-"

San's eyes got big, breath hitching in his throat. Wooyoung smirked and let his hand glide over his chest. "Because if you only want her that's alright but... it'd be a shame to miss out on my cock in your little ass."

The delivery boy hissed as he felt Wooyoung's hand on his ass. "So you consent?" You asked. "Y-yes, please, I... I want it." "You're not a virgin are you?" "No sir," San said, shaking his head, making Wooyoung laugh. "Calling me Sir now? That's sexy, babyboy."

"Do you want that, Sir?" San asked. You weren't sure if he was being sincere or teasing Wooyoung but you knew the night would end well.

Wooyoung smirked as San removed his shoes, walking into your hotel room. He closed the door and dimmed the lights. San felt his heartbeat in his throat when both of you got closer. You let the sheets fall down on the floor, revealing your naked body to the boy.

"Gosh, you... sure are mesmerizing," San said breathlessly. Suddenly he felt Wooyoung press his clothed cock against his ass. "Undress, baby." San followed his orders, stripping until he was completely naked. Wooyoung smirked, checking out his ass. "Tiny, tight... Have you ever taken cock?" Wooyoung asked. San nodded, but his eyes were focussed on your pussy.

You had laid down on the bed with your legs spread wide open. "Wooyoungie already made me cum three times... Do you think you can help me to a four?"

The young boy nodded eagerly and looked at Wooyoung one last time before crawling onto the bed with you. The dim yellow lights made your pussy juices glisten, making San's cock harden at the sight. "Come on, I'm not gonna wait all day," you complained. Wooyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes at you. "History tells a different story."

"Shut up Wooyoung, and San, put your tongue to work. Tongue. Pussy. Now."

San nodded and moved his face closer to your heated core. He gave a few kitten licks to your clit before lapping at your pussy, licking up drizzling juices.

"O-oh my God, San!" you moaned out, grabbing a handful of his hair. "That's so good, yeah, put your tongue inside of me!"

Wooyoung smirked and stood there, arms crossed, watching you get tongue-fucked by the delivery boy. It wasn't like this was a first for you guys. Both of you liked to invite a third or fourth person from time to time. Had it been the mailman, the window cleaner or just someone from a bar.

No one was as gorgeous as San though, and no one's tongue had felt as good as San's. "Yes, right there! Fuck it, fuck my pussy with your tongue!"

San ate you out as if his life depended on it, working his tongue inside you and slurping up all the juices spilling from your needy hole. "I'm getting so close, San, gonna fucking cum, feels so good, oh God! Gonna cum!" You whined out.

It was only a matter of seconds before you felt the wave of pleasure take over you, coming on San's tongue. "Yes, yes, yes!" You gasped out loud, pulling at San's hair. The boy moaned against your pussy before pulling away, lips coated in your arousal.

"Good boy... you like giving head?" Wooyoung smirked. San turned around and saw Wooyoung loosen his robe and letting it fall to the ground, revealing his body. Wooyoung's cock was the thickest, biggest he had seen. It was gorgeous, slightly veiny and tan, slightly curved upwards. It made San nearly drool.

"Yes sir, I love giving head very much," he nodded. Wooyoung came closer to the bed, switching with San. Wooyoung sat on the edge of the bed as San got on his knees in front of him. "Please sir, may I have your cock?"

Wooyoung thought he was gonna pass out with how adorable San was being right now. He wanted to keep him forever. "You look really pretty like this San... Do you suck dick well? Are you gonna make sir feel good?"

San nodded eagerly. "Please, please I want your cock in my mouth, it's so fucking... gosh I need it, can I have it?" San begged. Wooyoung grinned. "Well you don't have to beg, sweetie, it's right in front of you."

The boy nodded and took Wooyoung's length in his mouth, your arousal still on his lips. Wooyoung swore he'd pass out, San looked gorgeous for him and he took his cock so well. "Such a good boy, suck that cock, baby," he groaned. San bobbed his head up and down his length and deepthroated, tongue flat against the bottom of his shaft.

"Yes, just like that, such a good little whore, such a good... good little whore Sanie," Wooyoung moaned out. You sat behind Wooyoung, kissing his shoulders as you roamed your hands over his chest. You took a picture of San with Wooyoung's cock down his throat, startling him. You wanted to apologize, feeling bad about not asking first, but San worked harder, clearly.

He enjoyed it.

"You like that baby, me taking pics of you with you having a fat cock in your mouth?" You smirked. San moaned around Wooyoung's dick, only trying to take more and suck better, overwhelming your boyfriend. "You like it too don't you? Having a young, pretty boy between your legs like this?" Wooyoung smirked. "Don't you too?" "Touché, babe."

You pressed your lips on Wooyoung's shortly before taking more, clearer pictures of Wooyoung's length in San's mouth. Wooyoung started to moan louder and you knew he was getting close. Wooyoung took his cock from San's mouth and started to pump it up and down quickly.

San opened his mouth, eyes pleading for Wooyoung's hot cum in his mouth. "Yeah? Do you want it? Fucking take it, little prince, take my fucking load," he groaned as he spilled his seeds on San's tongue and chin, cum dripping on his chest.

"Beautiful," you complimented him, kissing him shortly and tasting your boyfriend on the boy's lips. "Taste so good," San panted out. He was gasping for air, cock neglected and leaking onto the soft rug. Wooyoung pulled him onto the bed, laying him down with the other two of you, you in the middle.

You pressed your lips against San's as you felt Wooyoung's hands roam over your silky skin. Your lips moved against the younger boy's, hands sliding over his toned body. Your hands found his firm ass, nails digging in his skin as his tongue entered your hot mouth.

Wooyoung's tongue was warm against your neck. You felt his fingers slide between your legs, rubbing your messy core. You moaned into San's mouth, whining out shards of both boy's names.

Suddenly you felt Wooyoung's thick cock in your pussy, filling you up to the brim. You pulled away from San and moaned loudly as Wooyoung started to fuck you at a rapid pace. You noticed the phone in his hand, knowing he'd be filming this. His cock moved in and out of you so fast you swore you'd pass out. You held onto San tightly, who held you and kept kissing your lips and neck.

''O-Oh Wooyoung! San, Sanie!'' you whined out. Wooyoung grunted and kept abusing your pussy until he felt himself getting close. He then pulled out and you immediately lifted your leg, looking at San.

San wasted no time and put his cock in your pussy immediately, whining at the soft warmth. He started off slow, but moved faster gradually, shaking the bed. ''You like that, huh, fucking my wifey's pussy? Fucking a pussy that belongs to another man?''

San moaned out and held onto your hip tightly. ''Yes! Yes I love her pussy, b-best pussy!'' The two of you moaned louder as you felt him hitting your g-spot, a thing not many one-time lovers could do.

''Such a little whore, wanting her pussy and then my cock hm? Bet you want your sweet ass filled up too,'' he grunted as he slid his member inside you, together with San's. Your eyes widened as you moaned out loud.

You didn't know how to react, how to move, as you were fucked dumb by both cocks in your tight cunt. Juices started to spill out of you and you knew you were gonna cum hard ''O-oh, I'm gonna- gonna-''

''Yes, cum for us, please, cum on our cocks,'' Wooyoung moaned out, feeling your pulsating walls clench around his length. You came with a loud moan, body shuddering and shaking in San and Wooyoung's embrace. Wooyoung put the phone away, letting you know he was not filming anymore.

''O-oh that feels so good!'' San moaned out, still moving his cock quickly into your pussy. ''Don't cum, pull out,'' Wooyoung ordered as he felt San's cock pulsate against his own. San obeyed and pulled out of your wet cunt, dick incredibly hard. Wooyoung pulled out as well after riding out your orgasm. You moved away from them, knowing Wooyoung was gonna have his way with San now.

Wooyoung laid San on his back and spread his legs. San whined when Wooyoung spat on his hole and licked around the entrance. He pushed his tongue in and out while holding onto his thighs.

''Do you like that, baby? You like getting your ass eaten? Dick played with?'' you smirked as you took his dick in your hand. You licked the tip and swirled your tongue around it, teasing the younger. ''Y-yes I love it so much!'' he moaned out, grabbing onto the sheets, but they were too slippery, he had nothing to support him and so he squirmed around, making you smirk, drunk with power.

Wooyoung pulled away and smacked his dick on the younger's hole a few times before pushing it in entirely, making San moan loudly. He whined and held onto the headboard behind him. ''O-Oh sir!''

You smirked as you played with your nipples, watching Wooyoung pound his cock into the younger's hole. San moaned loudly, spreading his legs more. Wooyoung grunted and lifted San's legs over his shoulders, giving him perfect access to his tight hole.

''You're so fucking tight, I bet you have never been fucked the right way. You'll take my fucking dick, understood?''

''Y-Yes! Give it to me! Give it all to me, want your cock!'' San screamed. Wooyoung fucked him so roughly you were worried he'd split the boy into two, but seemingly San was enjoying it to the fullest. ''Such a greedy fucking boy,'' Wooyoung moaned.

''Sir, please, please please!'' he cried out, pumping his own cock. Wooyoung wasn't having it though, slapping his hand away from his length. ''You're not gonna cum because of a pathetic hand job, stupid jerk off, okay? You're gonna cum because you got my cock in your ass, am I understood? Fucking whore.''

''Yes, sir! Please, make me cum on your delicious cock, use me, I'm your fucking whore, yours, yours!'' he moaned, tears spilling from his eyes. You placed kisses in his neck as his breathing picked up, noticing he was getting close to orgasming.

''You fucking like that huh? Gosh, such a dirty boy, go ahead then, cum for me, make a stupid fucking mess,'' Wooyoung moaned as he thrusted his hips faster.

San's moans got louder until he burst, cock spilling all his seeds on his abdomen, tears over his cheeks. You were quick to lick up all of his cum, moaning at the taste.

''I'm gonna fucking cum in your ass, baby, gonna fucking breed your little ass,'' Wooyoung moaned out. His brows furrowed, trying to reach his orgasm.

''Y-yes! Give it to me! Pump me full of your seeds please, breed me! Breed me!'' San panted out. Wooyoung rutted into San faster than ever before. It took one, two, three thrusts before Wooyoung orgasmed, filling him up to the brim.

He rode out their orgasms and pulled out of San's hole. ''Statisfied, aren't ya now baby?'' Wooyoung smirked. San could barely breathe or speak, but he nodded happily.

''We should get you more often, you're a cutie. You didn't just bring food, you served ass,'' you grinned.

''I always serve,'' San panted out, grinning.

#kpop #ateez #smut #san #wooyoung #oneshot

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kandisheek · 4 months

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Prompts, you say? 🤔

Stony & the phrase "you never saw me"

Here you go, sorry for the wait!

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Steve was waiting in Tony's office with a stack of papers for them to go through when Tony rushed in, held up a hand before Steve could even mutter a greeting and hissed, “You never saw me.”

Then Steve bore witness to Tony Stark, tech giant and billionaire, crawling underneath his desk like a child.

“What –“ Steve said right before the door banged open again.

“Where is he?” Pepper shouted, her usually composed face dotted with bright red cheeks. Steve knew her anger wasn't directed at him, but he still hunched his shoulders in defense when she whipped around to him and gave him a glare. “Did you see him?”

“No, ma'am,” Steve said, carefully not looking at the desk. He raised the folders in his arms. “I'm waiting for him too.”

“I swear to god,” Pepper spat, marching back out with her heels clicking a fierce rhythm against the floor. “Where are you? Tony!”

The door fell shut behind her, and Steve waited for a few tense seconds while Pepper's footsteps faded in the distance. Then he turned towards the desk. “She's gone.”

“Oh thank god,” Tony sighed, head popping up over the edge with a genuinely terrified look on his face. “She would've killed me.”

“What did you do?” Steve asked, but Tony waved him off, climbing into his chair with an ungainly shuffle and a groan, rubbing his hip.

“It's fine, it'll blow over.” Tony grinned at him. “You really did me a solid there. Thanks, Cap.”

“You shouldn't hide from Pepper,” Steve said, despite the fact that he'd just helped him do exactly that. He couldn't even explain why he hadn't ratted Tony out. “If she's looking for you, it's probably important.”

“Ah, but you're more important,” Tony said with a wink that made Steve's heart twinge. “How can I help you, Cap? Anything you want, I owe you one.”

Steve ignored the flutter in his stomach in favor of lifting the papers in his hand. “Go through these with me? Fury needs them on his desk by tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” Tony sighed, though he was still smirking. “A carte blanche from Tony Stark, and you want to do paper work? I thought you were more creative than that.”

The look in Tony's eyes was a challenge and a dare, and Steve reacted on impulse, drawing himself up to his full height.

“Well, if anything goes, how about dinner tonight?”

Tony blinked but seemed to catch himself barely a second later. “Sure, whatever, I'd cash out for that anyway. Burgers?”

“I was thinking Italian. You could wear that nice suit from our last charity ball.” Steve smiled. “You looked real handsome in it. Don't know if I told you. And I'll pay, since I'm the one asking you out.”

Tony's eyes narrowed as they darted over Steve's face like he was looking for something. “Well, this all sounds like rather more than dinner now, Cap. Careful, I might get ideas.”

“I do mean a date,” Steve said, secretly reveling in the way Tony's face slackened in shock. “You did say carte blanche, right? If anything goes, then I want a date.”

Tony looked like he was about to say something before he seemed to change his mind, his expression dropping back into his signature smirk. “Well, if that's what you want, I'll knock your socks off, darling. You'll get the full Stark ride, satisfaction guaranteed.”

“Looking forward to it.” Steve deliberately kept his face neutral as he slid the papers onto Tony's desk. “Can you look through these some time today? We'll discuss them later.”

“Shop talk is distasteful on the first date, Captain,” Tony drawled, and Steve smiled at him.

“Don't worry. No business, strictly pleasure.” He allowed himself a wink before he turned and walked away to the sound of Tony spluttering behind him. Steve held in his grin until the door fell shut, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe he'd done that just now, but it seemed as though fortune favored the bold.

Sure, Tony probably thought he was joking, but that was alright. Steve had a full night to convince Tony that he was serious. And if it all went well, Steve might even get that Stark ride Tony had promised. He was pretty sure he had this in the bag.

They didn't call him a master strategist for nothing.

#marvel #stony #fanfic #snippet #steve tony #fanfic asks

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mrs-kodzuken · 3 months

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Christmas Magic ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Kenma Kozume x fem!reader

WC: 1.6k

Genre: mostly fluff, marriage, sexual tension

CW: fem!reader, lots of sexual tension at the end, long haired!reader

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I scrolled on my phone looking through a baking app, skimming across it for new recipes to try out. I wanted to bake something for Kenma and I even though it was only one in the morning.

Currently, I was sitting on the counter in our beautiful kitchen. The bar stools were always an obvious choice to sit in but alas I loved our granite counter. I screenshotted three recipes for three different types of cookies to try out.

Gingerbread sandwich cookies, Peppermint patty-stuffed chocolate cookies, and some DIY YouTube emoticon cookies, those were for Kenma.

Speaking of my husband, he had told me about thirty minutes earlier that he was going to stream live. Which is most likely what he was doing right now.

I looked through the ingredients on the list and quietly headed upstairs to the second floor. Even though Kenma was an entire floor above, in his gaming room, of our three story house, I still tried to be as quiet as possible.

I mean, it was one am after all. Time didn't really bother Kenma and I because of our schedules.

Entering our bedroom, I grabbed a measure of clothing. Hat, scarf, winter jacket, sweatpants, and warm socks. Grabbing my snow boots from the closet floor I headed back downstairs to the door.

I looked up at the snowy sky and took a deep breath in of the sharp icy air, which felt like needles poking my lungs. Winter is here and it's my favorite time of the year.

Smiling at the decorative lights flashing on our house that we put up a couple of weeks ago. I started my walk to the closest market, I didn't want to travel too far just for some cookie ingredients.

Some of them we didn't have either. Hopefully, they'd be open because I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. And I needed something to busy me whilst my husband was streaming.

I headed in and heard the bell ding as the warm air from the small convenience store heated me up.

Immediately, I went to the baking and ingredients section. I tried to balance the objects in my arms while walking up to the front counter because I didn't think to grab a cart.

"Hello." I spoke to the cashier and carefully set my items down.

"Hi Mrs.Kozume, do you plan on making something this late?" The old lady had asked with a light laugh. The crinkles by her eyes creased and shown her age.

"Yes ma'am, I wanted to bake for my husband. He's working right now and probably won't be sleep for a couple more hours." I laughed with her.

Since I would always come here for plenty of household things, at any time of day or night, I knew most of all the workers.

"Ah, well I hope the two of you have a good night." She placed my ingredients in two plastic bags then held them out for me.

"You too. Thank you." I waved at her and opened the door, leaving as the cold air from the chill night surrounded me once again.

Not after hearing a mumble of 'such cute youngens.' I had quietly laughed to myself and continued my short walk home. Eager to bake and be in warmth again.

Passing all the colorful decorations of houses, I stared in awe. Small snow flurries had began to fall as well. Christmas is such a wonderful time, isn't it?

Finally coming close to a familiar decor, I quickly got inside. The coldness nipping at my nose and body as I shivered from it.

"Baby? Are you back?" I heard a deep voice fill the air as I took off my winter boots and continued to strip until I was in my regular house clothes.

"Yes hon, I went out to get some things." I answered my husband while hanging my big coat on the rack and leaving my snow boots by the door.

"Did you finish your streaming?" I questioned, tilting my head as he rounded the corner from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it was a short one." He muttered, his eyes focused on the bags in my hands.

I walked into the kitchen, setting them down on the counter before heading upstairs, kenma following my every move.

"What'd you get?"

"Just a few ingredients for baking." I opened our closet and picked out my pink Christmas pj's that Kenma bought me. They had small green Christmas trees on them and were very soft.

As well as reaching for some big fuzzy socks to warm up my cold feet.

I took off my house clothes and slipped that on, not bothering to cover up my body. It's not like Kenma hasn't seen any of this glorious body before.

I watched as Kenma's eyes trailed down my body and gawked at my every move.

"My love, do you wanna your Christmas jammie's on to match me?" I asked, silently begging so we could be cute together.

He came from behind me as I reached into the drawers to pull out his set. Ken hugged me from the back, his arms wrapping around my waist and his head on my shoulder.

"Sure baby, I'll be right down." Kissing the nape of my neck, I sighed peacefully and broke our hug.

Heading down, I waltzed kitchen, pulling my hair up and started with the basics.

I could basically feel his eyes staring at me while I started getting the bowls and utensils out as well as my ingredients I had bought.

"Yes, my love?" I turned around to face him, getting ready to start whisking the batter.

"Can I help?"

I smiled softly at him, my heart bursting into flames full of love. Especially since he looked so precious in his pajamas that matched mine.

"Of course you can, here." I gave him the batter I was just about to whisk and started on a new task.

"What kind of cookies are these." He sniffed the batter, his nose twitching.

"These are gingerbread sandwich cookies. I have two others that i wanted to bake too. I'm gonna start on the peppermint patty-stuffed chocolate ones." I gave him my phone that had all the instructions on how to bake the Gingerbread cookies.

He set the bowl down and his eyes skimmed down the phone to the last one. I saw a soft smile grace his handsome features.

"Can we make the last one next?"

"Sure, let me finish with this chocolate first and you put those in oven." I directed, happy that we were bonding.

Baking with Kenma was always nice, even if we stopped a few times here and there because he wanted to make out for some unknown reason.

"Are they done?" I asked him, peering back while he opened the oven. I cleaned the last couple of dishes that we used for baking.

"Yeah, but they're hot so be careful." He warned me as some of his two toned hair fell into his face. Ken put the cookies on a platter and set them on our granite counter, waiting for them to cool.

I grabbed my step stool and set it where I could fix his hair, as per usual. I, unfortunately, had to stand on my tippy toes from how short I am.

Lightly taking his hair out of the messy back bun I had put it in earlier, and changed it to a ponytail.

"Your hair is so soft and long baby." I gently racked my hands through his hair.

"Oh please, your hair goes down to your ass baby." He retorted as if I meant it as a bad thing.

"It's not a bad thing honey, most guys don't wear it long. It looks sexy on you." My face flushed and I stepped down, putting the step stool away to where it goes.

I didn't hear an answer from him as I made my way towards the cookies. They should be cool enough by now to eat.

Gently, I touched one before picking it up just to see if it would burn my hand or not.

Seeing as I could pick it up I turned to Kenma with it.

"Say ahh." I broke the cookie in half so I could feed it to him.

He stared down at me with watchful eyes and an eyebrow raised like I was dumb. Nevertheless he did as I asked.

"Good boy, does it taste good?" I could have sworn that he almost choked when I said that. I was just proud that the cookies we made came out looking so good.

"That's new. It's usually Daddy." He smirked, his cheeks flushing bit red, watching my expression.

My face burned a bright red because I knew what he was talking about. And it was, in fact, true.

"How does it taste?" My voice high pitched because of his response, I cleared my throat to fix it.

"Eh, you taste better."

I could have died right then and there.

"You're such a horny person, Kenma." I laughed at him, feeling the sexual tension in the air.

I thought this was supposed to be wholesome and yet here my erratic husband is, trying to be sexy.

"You're one to talk.." He trailed off, analyzing my face.

"Anyway! Do you want to watch home alone? I'll bring the cookies up while they're still warm?" I said getting a glass of milk for us to dip our cookies in.

"Sure baby," He kissed my jaw in the same place of where he had set a mark he made a couple nights ago.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I can't believe I married a horny tornado." I muttered and focused on the sweets in front of me.

Knowing damn well that later I would be getting some Christmas magic.

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short-black-diamond · 6 months

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I HAVE IDEAS FOR SHES A PRO PART 5 !!

Imagine they had a break so they went to a mall w Yena to see what she's into right??

( Cuz they're all DOWN BAD for her )

And Yena knows they r😘

SO!! She decides to tease them w a somewhat revealing fit🤭

IMAGINE :

Corset type of top

Hair down to flex ✨

Tight jean shorts around upper thigh

Thigh high socks or stockings?

WITH PLATFORM BOOTS💋

(MAYBE A LETTER JACKET?? 👀)

Her thighs be looking THICC

( isagi w the thigh fetish😱😍)

After that, the boys can't keep their eyes off of her, they also cant keep it in their pa-

Yena obvi teases them calling them a perv and (MAYBE??) get kaiser and ness to pay for her stuff (CUZ THEIR RICH🤑) and they do it because

Yena : 😘😚

Everyone : 🙏😋🧎🧎‍♂️

You can add wtv else u want!! :))

AYO YEASSSSSSSSSS THIS IS WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

MAKE IT GOOOOOOOOOTHHHHHH💀💀

Is it okay if I try to bring an OC into this? it's a boy btw

However, I'd like for yena to not know that the bois are simping for her, so I will build up the tension and then let her find out!! Also I don't want Kaiser to pay for her stuff because she kicked him-she kicked ness too but he forgave her, you know? So I'd rather have Reo pay for her or she pays herself because Yena (you are) is a strong independent woman.

I DID NOT PROOFREAD

warnings/summary: you and teieri become besties, has Nagi a foot fetish?, jelly Rin, slurssss, you a bad bitch, soft/angst moments with kunigami, otoya whimpers and you have butterflies in your tummy from that, you meet kiyora, kurona and niko for the first time

Word count: 6.6k words wtf..

Just a quick and gentle reminder that everything I write is in headcannons and good fun, and if it bothers anybody, then they should stop reading this series.

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"Yo, she's a pro." ...part five

part one, part two, part three, part four

You had tears flowing down your eyes, but you were also smiling with a blush. you loved seeing Rin smile, it just made your worst days more precious. you sighed as you closed Rin's door and made your wy to your dorm.

You were just rounding the corner when you nearly bumped into Teieri. She was just about to speak to you, so it was a good thing you two met. "Ah, yena, I just wanted to speak to you!", she said in a cheery tone, though you took a few steps back with a frown.

and...were you trembling...?

She flinched before she waved her hands around. "N-no! It's nothing bad this time, Yena! Please calm down! I just wanted to tell you that you'll be able to go and have some free time now. The weekend is free, so you can do whatever you like on saturday and sunday!", she exclaimed in a rush, not wanting the only other female in this facility to be scared of her.

you sighed in relief. "Thank you, ma'am. And will you have some free time too? I guess not...", you mumbled, feeling bad for the manager. she only shook her head wiht a smile. "It's all good, really-" "I heard there's a discount on the women's articles this weekend...", you interrupted her.

She pressed her lips together with a frown. "If you want to, I could look at some stuff for you. What is your style, teieri?", you asked politely. you felt bad for the woman and buying her something she liked would for sure come in sweet.

"w-well, I really like cute stuff and all...", she started, but you only raised your hand. "Cute stuff, got it. Let me surprise you.", you then said with a ghost of a smile before you retreated. She huffed in amusement at you.

"Oh, and yena?" "Yea?"

teieri smiled at you. "You know that you're holding the boys in a chokehold, right?", to which you turned to her completely.

"Hah?"

She giggled. "Yena, none of these players had shown this much enthusiasm and motivation to train until you came, you know? I think most of them got a crush on you~", she mused and poked your sides.

You squirmed with a blush. "N-no way that's true...", you wheezed as she started to tickle you. "Oh yes, Reo, Nagi, Rin, Bachira, Isagi, and all the other boys you've interacted with!" Anri was truly the mother you wished you had.

you may not look like it, but you were just the sweetest thing on earth...even if you kicked ness and kaiser in the groins and absolutely bruised Otoya up by shredding him with a ball.

She only shook her head with a fond smile before she went, you'd tell the others anyway.

---

"SHOPPING SPREE!!!", everyone cheered. more like reo, accompanied by Nagi who said it more sleepily and you in a monotone voice. rin only raised his fist. you were there with Reo, Nagi, and Rin. Bachira texted you that he was already checking out a store with Isagi, so it was just you four for now.

And, well, as you were strolling through the first few stores, disconnected from the outside world as your focus was directed towards a top which you were admiring... the boys only looked around sheepishly and blushing. They were all following after you like lost puppies, not wanting to part from you.

And now back to the top, it wasn't any type of top either. It was a dark green corset, with black embroidments and dark silver bones to uphold the form.

You were blushing at the piece. Something about this corset was just...so...etheral, so old-fashioned and pretty. you truly loved the victorian age and gothic aesthetic...and when they meshed...an impulse-buying Yena got born.

"This looks ravish...", you breathed as your eyes were wide, and you stood there for a moment before you quickly took all the other corsets you found and weren't similar to the ones you already had.

you felt like you were in paradise. You were glad that you came here early. you were glad that this shop was still nameless. you were glad that-

"Mind if I hold that for you?", Reo asked softly, tearing you out of your onslaught of praise to...no one. You blinked a few times before you dumped your items on him and went to the shorts section. you were too engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even notice Isagi and Bachira come into the shop as well.

Rin's eye twitched when he saw Bachira's grin and Isagi's smile, both blushing when they saw Yena at the pants section. "what are you guys doing here?", the dark haired boy asked in a mean tone as he watched the two with a disgusted face.

Isagi and Bachira only frowned at him. "Yena invited us!", Bachira cheered before he slung his arm around Isagi's neck with a grin.

Rin groaned internally. you were a sly witch, he had to give you that. Wanna know how you managed to get him to go shopping? Chat:

Rin - Morning, Yena. You - Hey Rin. Wanna go out? Rin - (5 min later) In what way...? You - What do you mean what way, if you don't wanna hang out just say it damn😒 Rin - Well I'd like to know if it's Rin - Just the two of us You - WE CAN MAKE IT IF WE TRY~ JUST THE TWO OF US Rin - Or where we are going (WE CAN MAKE IT IF WE TRY~ JUST THE TWO OF US) ↳ Rin - Really? You - What that song slaps harder than you can score a goal👆🏻(middle finger*) Rin - ...ok You - also ye, we're going to that mall if you're ok with that. I need new clothes... Rin - ok, let's go.

Never in his life would he have thought that you meant only the first fifteen minutes alone with him, because right after the fifteenth minute ended, Nagi and Reo rounded the corner and he was surrounded by other boys who were crushing on you. And it also helped even less when Bachira and Isagi came.

He started to hate Bachira when he saw how you and Bachira were dancing with each other the day prior. Rin never danced with you, even though he was your childhood friend and knew that you did ballroom dancing before you turned into a soccer protégé. However, he knew your clothing style best out of all the males around you.

He was your childhood friend, after all. So, he made it his mission to look at other stuff you'd like, and he stumbled upon the jacket section. He rememberd vaguely that you once mentioned of wanting to have a leather jacket because you liked biker dudes and wanted to impress them (he started taking motorcycle riding sessions), which is why he looked at the one which would suit you the best.

Nagi watched as you were checking out some shorts when he caught sight of a white one. "How about this?" "ew, I don't like white, Nagi."

Cue him looking at you with a hurt expression. "...what?"

You looked at him with a raised brow, confused to his reaction. Then it dawned to you.

nagi had white hair.

"NO! No Nagi, not like that! You have great hair!", you exclaimed and shook his shoulders, trying to convince him.

He still pouted as he averted his eyes. You could make out the blush on his cheeks though. you remembered how he sometimes turned red when he was angry. "hey....Nagi, you're not mad at me, right?", you asked softly, genuinly feeling bad now.

"'m not mad...", he spoke quietly before taking the white shorts. "I still want you to try them out though. I want you to have a white outfit. Please.", he pouted.

You sighed deeply before you nodded. "Alright...make me a pastel goth.", and he quickly went away to pick you light coloured clothes, with you deadpanning at him.

Reo shook his head in amusement before he got another pair of shorts. Isagi stood next to him, looking through some skull shirts. "They're pretty cool...!", the blue eyed boy gushed, holding one up in the air. You turned around.

"Mhm, that would suit you, actually...", you said, a finger on your chin in thought as you took a step back after you took the shirt from his hands and held it in front of his torso, getting an image of him wearing it. You were having a serious expression on your face as you frowned at him and the shirt.

"Yeah, along with some eyeliner and a few rings on your fingers and earrings, you'd make a good goth.", you said before handing him back the shirt. "try it on later, alright?", and with that last question, you went away with Reo following you. Isagi held the shirt close to him with a precious grin and blush at your words.

You let your eyes wander through the shop before you found what you wanted. Thigh highs with boots right next to it. Perfect.

You went to the aisle with determined steps, but a voice caught your ears. "Yena?", Ness' voice asked and you turned to the boy. "Oh Ness, hi."

(everyone forgot to put away the earpieces, so everyone could understand each other, but not that you needed earpieces because you could speak japanese and german.)

Ness blushed a little when he saw your street outfit. As it was getting rather warm at the moment, you simply decided for a gown with a long vest and converse shoes, your hair put in a high pony. You didn't really look like a goth at the moment, but you were shopping, so maybe he could see what you'd wear on any other day?

At Blue Lock, you also wore a uniform, and that pastel pink dress (once) or your pijamas.

"You guys shopping as well?", Bachira asked with a grin and a red cheeked Isagi followed before frowning at Kaiser, who also came.

"Yeah...thought we'd check out some stores...", Kaiser answered, having a stare-off with Isagi. You were gone to let the boys attend to their meet.

'Whoah...look at the pattern! And the boots are to die for!!!', you thought as you glared at the thigh highs and boots you fetched quickly. 'Okay, now only changing the clothes to see if they fit and quickly before Nagi-' "Okay, I have everything.", you heard Nagi's calm voice.

You huffed under your breath. you really didn't want to wear something light, but if it was for Nagi's sake...

"Okay, I'll change. Gimme."

...

"Yena, please come out now.", Nagi spoke loudly, with Kaiser and Ness sitting next to Reo, Nagi and Bachira. "Why are you guys still here??", Rin asked after he came back with the (in his eyes) perfect leather jacket for you.

He saw Ness and Kaiser talk to the others and got a vague idea on their personalities, and he especially kept an eye on Kaiser. However, he was also looking out for Ness, who fidgeted with his hands and also looked down at them nervously.

"U-Um there was a snack shop Yena's been mentioning, and there were...um..."

"Penis waffles!", you yelled, opening the curtains violently as you looked at Ness with an excited grin. His mouth stood open and trembled as the german looked at you with a flustered and red face. you had white clothes from head to toe, and some strands adorned your face which fell down when you put on the shirt and thin vest.

you wore a tight white top, a white vest which went down to your knees, and a pretty white shirt, along with white thigh highs and also white high heels. You were surprised how fast Nagi purchased these items. Wait, he bought them...

"Nagi, did you already buy them?! Ah- HEY, STOP TAKING PICS OF ME!!!", you yelled in embarassment as you threw your high heel at Nagi. He caught it and then he examined the shoe. "Your feet are very small."

"Do you have a foot fetish or what."

nagi stared at you. You just closed the curtains again and changed your clothes. time for the second set. the better one.

the gothic one.

Nagi stared at the shoe. Reo leaned back. "Nagi...that's too much, even for you.", the purple haired guy spoke softly, and Nagi whipped his head towards him. he had a slight frown, and his face was beet red.

"I don't...", he only said softly.

Reo didn't believe him. Isagi didn't believe him. Bachira didn't believe him. Ness didn't believe him. Kaiser didn't believe him. Rin didn't believe him.

"uh...can somebody come in and help me for a sec?", you spoke as you held the strings to your corset. it had a different way of getting closed, and you didn't want to tear the threads apart.

There was a short moment of silence before you heard shoes shuffle, some voices, grunting and cursing, saying "fuck off!" "I wanna do it!" "I'm her childhood friend, I should do it."

However, all their efforts to come to you came to waste when a taller frame -taller than Nagi- came to view. he was a muscular, handsome and mature looking man. he had fierce black locks which made him look all the more etheral looking, like a greek god, and he stood in front of your curtain. "Yena.", he said in a calm tone. no emotions, just your name.

you flinched before you opened the curtain excitedly. "Victor!? what are you doing here!?", you exclaimed before you pulled him inside. He took care of the corset, pulling together the strings as you babbled away happily, although in another language. However, since everyone still had earpieces on, they could hear every word inside the cabin.

that didn't mean that they were okay with you chatting with a stranger or random dude. Ness's eye twitched and he bit his lip, Kaiser only glared at the boy man who stepped inside the cabin, Reo stared in shock, Nagi frowned slightly, Isagi and Bachira pouted while Rin stared at the guy who dared to come in as well.

they were all jealous of the "Victor" guy. what did he have that they didn't? Sure, he was taller and more muscular than them all, and he actually wore a suit, his blazer/jacket in his hand. And now, he was pulling the strings.

Rin was angry. however, his anger dissipated when you opened the curtains again, and you wore your goth-outfit. The dark corset from earlier having tightened your waist and pushed up your boobs, the black shorts which made your thighs spill out, making Isagi gulp down his oncoming stream of saliva, the thigh highs you wore only spurring his thigh fetish on more and also the black platform boots you wore had that little something which made the guys swoon for you. also, your hair was more disshelved and open, and Victor seemed to have given you a pair of earrings, because instead of the usual black diamond studs, you wore earrings which had a spider dangling from a thin chain on either earstud.

Still, you looked hot and cool at the came time. everyone blushed. However, they all had sour faces when they saw Victor who smirked at them. "Yena, who's this guy actually?", asked Rin.

He was the closest, and glared at Victor. you just tapped Rin's peck. "oi, no glaring. it's Victor. he's my ex.", you said in a nonchalant tone, and Rin, as well as everyone else turned surprised.

"you...had an ex?", asked Reo. you had never mentioned you were dating anybody. Nagi stared at the taller guy. Rin gulped. he never heard of a Victor.

why was there suddenly a Victor?

Bachira and Isagi, as well as Ness and Kaiser were dumbfounded. looking at the reaction of Reo, Nagi and Rin, it seemed like you kept your relationship with the guy a secret.

Victor stepped forth, out of the cabin and turned to you.

"Yena, would you be amenable to a wardrobe alteration? Numerous establishments in this locale await your perusal, and I am eager to explore them with you.", he spoke in a gentle, sophisticated tone, and you nodded before you walked back and closed the curtains.

Victor now stood in front of the curtain as some sort of warrior.

"Allow me to introduce myself as Victor Manchester, who, for a duration of two years, occupied the role of Yena's significant other. Regrettably, I opted to terminate our association before her involvement with Blue Lock ensued.", he said in a monotone voice before his expression turned into a solemn smile.

"I find myself harboring a wish that circumstances had unfolded differently.", he said softly.

"...why did you break up with her then?", Kaiser asked, and everyone else was dying to know.

"I must admit to possessing a rather pronounced inclination towards jealousy, and the prospect of remaining in a relationship with her while observing her amidst the company of other gentlemen proved untenable for my sensibilities. The strain upon my heart would have been insurmountable.", he explained, and he also had a pained expression on his face.

"The divergence in my emotional landscape was negligible when she transitioned into a state of singularity, despite her proximity to you. If anything, witnessing her in the company of your collective presence served to exacerbate the anguish in my heart.", Victor muttered, a slight frown on his face before he closed his eyes and sighed.

Everything about him screamed Yena's type. A calm, smart, mysterious lover, who took care of his body. His most noticable trade-mark must've been his piercing icy-cold, light blue eyes. Victor Manchester was nothing if not perfect. the way he spoke in such a deep and soothing, as well as overly sophisticated tone, or how he raked a hand over his jetblack locks, the slight blush when he spoke about you...Victor was still smitten for you.

These past months must've been hell for him, Reo thought. He really had guts to break up with Yena and destroying his life like that. how could he even just--watch her interact with a few boys like that?

Victor suddenly spoke again.

"May I inquire whether the young gentleman with tangerine-hued hair, by the name of Kunigami, is presently in attendance?"

"uh, no, he is not presently in attendance.", Reo spoke, trying to sound as sophisticated as him. Victor sighed softly before he had on a small smile.

"My apologies for any confusion. As a recent entrant into this milieu, I've been privy to information about Rin, Sae, Nagi, and Reo from Yena. However, my understanding is incomplete, as I am yet to acquaint myself with the other gentlemen in our collective. I would be grateful if you could facilitate introductions to the remaining individuals, as Yena has only shared details about Reo, Nagi, Sae and Rin.", Victor spoke again, and Bachira looked at Isagi.

"did you get a word he said?", Bachira asked, but Isagi only shook his head.

Rin stepped forth this time.

"I am Rin Itoshi, a longstanding confidant from Yena's formative years. Intriguingly, she has never relayed any mention of a figure by the name of Victor Manchester in the course of our discussions.", he said, and the others were surprised by how well mannered Rin spoke.

He stared at Victor, and Victor felt Rin's aura. they seemed to have a stare-off now.

"Indeed, Yena and I, by mutual agreement, maintained a discreet stance regarding our relationship, influenced by my inherent shyness in the presence of unfamiliar faces. Despite this discretion, my sincere desire is to cultivate a deeper understanding of your collective camaraderie, as an assurance that those with whom Yena associates are individuals of admirable character."

Victor then smiled at Rin, who glared at him.

"I can assure you that I am Yena's most trusted friend, but what about you? tell us about yourself. where do you come from? what do you do at the moment? are you at high school or studying? I don't know a damn thing about you and it's giving me the creeps that she'd hang out with somebody I don't even know.", Rin answered, still having his glare set on Victor.

"I hail from Great Britain, currently enrolled in studies at Harvard. My portfolio includes the oversight of several thriving business ventures. A notable aspect of my preferences lies in a genuine affection for biscuits."

Rin narrowed his eyes at Victor, but before Rin could say anything else, you stepped out with the items. "okay, Let me buy them real quick, you guys can go and check out the other stores.", you muttered as you checked if you had everything you needed.

the boys, however, didn't budge. Ness, Kaiser, Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Nagi, Rin and Victor only looked at you. Victor and Rin were the first to take the clothes from you. Reo and Nagi, as well as Kaiser and Ness were the first ones to take out their wallets to pay. Isagi and Bachira just stood there dumbly, not knowing how to please you or confused as to what the others did.

...

"I can pay for myself, you know?", you grumbled as you sat there with your chocolate milk in your hands as you huffed. the four boys were having a big slight argument over who got to pay for you, and they decided to split up the bill.

Bachira and Isagi were seated before you, Rin and Ness on either side of you, and Kaiser next to Ness, with Victor sitting next to kaiser, and reo and nagi between Rin and Bachira. You guys were sitting at a big, round table.

Everyone bought a small thing for themselves, Isagi also bought the shirt you told him would look good on him with a smile and blush. Nagi was content that you didn't give away the white clothes. Victor was stealing glances at you with a blush as you were grumpy. Rin waited for the food. so you guys were all just basically scrolling on your phones and waiting for the food at a restaurant.

"Huh, and here I thought you dissappeared, Victor!", an utterly high pitched voice broke the pleasant silence. You freezed, frowned, and turned to Victor. He looked at you in horror before he turned around.

Rika Shinkamu.

the blonde bitch he slept with.

Victor cheated on you with this japanese pick-me girl. her body screamed Barbie, with blonde hair, blue eyes, a thin body, but it seemed like she went underneath the knife, because she looked like shit. flared up tits, BBL on her butt, and also syrenged lips.

somehow, her body looked unnatural. she looked weird.

"Oh? and if this isn't Yena Hideyo...! wait...did you leave me, your girlfriend, alone to spend time with that slut?!", Rika exclaimed and stomped on her high heel.

Victor glared at Rika. "You're not my girlfriend, stop being so delusional.", he said, and his sophisticated demeanor was gone, instead a cold shoulder apparent.

ness, Kaiser, Isagi and bachira and the others just sat there, cringing at the girl. You sighed and rubbed your temple. They all however, didn't let Rika's comment slide.

Rin's eye twitched when he heard Rika call you a slut, when Rika looked like one, and a real ugly one at that.

"Can somebody please knock out that whore?", Rin asked, but he only stared at Victor, as if silently demanding him to leave with Rika.

"Hah?! The fuck did'ya just say?!", Rika scoffed before she turned to you. "All I'm saying is that Victor fucked me instead of you, which means he likes me more, and you're the one who is surrounded by boys! So, you're a slut! And look at your body, small boobs, eyebags, and your hair is sooo uncharismatic!", she exclaimed in a sassy tone before she whipped her blonde hair back and looked you up and down.

Victor stood up abruptly. You huffed in amusement. "I'm not going to argue with a person who had to undergo surgery for her body to look like mine.", you stated, and Rika glared at you.

But, you were not finished. "also, these guys are my friends, and I wasn't a whore or slut before I settled down with Victor, unlike some pathetic and poor excuse of a woman.", you said, and looked back to your phone.

everyone was silent after that. It was true what you said though. Rika has been hopping from male to male before she 'settled down' at Victor. Victor himself stood up and sighed.

"I'm sorry for ruining your day, I will leave now.", he said before he quickly went away, with Rika following after him, telling him to wait with tears in her eyes, her high heels being too much for her to actually go after him.

"that was...cringe.", Kaiser spoke, and you all agreed. Reo and Nagi, as well as Rin looked at you with either betrayal, concern, or both.

"What was that girl's deal, anyways? Starting a fight with you all of a sudden?", Ness asked as he pouted. you just sipped some more on your chocolate milk before the waitress came and served you guys your food.

"Long story short, I've been dating Victor for two years, but he cheated on me because he didn't really like me, and the person he cheated on was that blonde Rika. it seemed like they broke up, but Rika is just---delulu delusional and thinks Victor still likes her? she should go and seek therapy.", you muttered before you bit into your food.

Bachira huffed. "that's still no reason of her to call you these insults." "but Yena told Rika off good!", Isagi exclaimed after Bachira's words, and everyone agreed and you smiled softly. "thanks, guys."

"she looked like a fricking character from those old movies where the women look so weird...", Reo spoke with a frown, and again, everyone agreed, and laughed as well.

Rin then looked at you before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "please don't let anything get to you, Yena. you're the prettiest girl in the world.", he said quietly, and you blushed a bit. "thank you, rin.", you said back softly with a smile.

RIn nodded before he kept eating.

...

after everyone was done, and Kaiser and Ness bid their goodbyes, Bachira and Isagi had to leave too after a while to hang out with the others, and it was now only you, Rin, Reo and Nagi.

They all froze in place when you walked into a pink shop, with pink and cute accesoires. they blinked before they looked at each other with panicked expressions.

"Did she just--" (Reo)

"huh-" (Nagi)

"Y-yena!?" (Rin)

Yeah, they were all concerned. All three boys walked in after you, very concerned looks. Rin and reo took either side of your shoulder and pulled you back.

"quick, let's get her to the hospital!"

"Dial 911!!!"

"guys...it's for Teieri.", you spoke up with a huff. Rin and Reo let go of you, and Nagi forgot about his mission to take you out of the cutecore store as he looked at cute keychains.

"...cute..", the albino haired boy muttered. Nagi was at the other end of the store as you three were in front of the entrance.

"oh, sorry.", Rin coughed with a blush and took a step back to give you some space.

"but it really scared us when you went into the shop.", Reo exclaimed softly and with an apologetic smile.

you just shook your head. "it's alright, really. now I really wanna buy something super cute for Teieri..."

"I'll help you!", Rin and Reo spoke at the same time a determined expression on their faces.

You looked at them for a moment. They haven't really bought a lot of stuff, and you shook your head. "c'mon guys, go buy yourselfves something."

Nagi then came with one of the super cute keychains. "is it okay if I have this keychain? it looks...cute...", he mumbled with a small blush as he looked down on it at his hand.

Reo and Rin snorted, and you did too. "Of course, Nagi."

Reo and rin then left the store, and Nagi kept browsing through the aisles. you hummed in thought as you looked at the variety of goods.

'hmm...what would Teieri like...? I think I'll get a...a sweet notebook...with a cute pen...maybe an adorable pencil case? Hm!...and a few t-shirts would be nice too for her...oh, some of them have flowers...huh, it's actually good...I think I'll get her an M size...because of her...ahem...chest...', you thought with a blush as you put many products into a shopping bag.

Nagi appeared again. "I think this one looks better...no, this one...maybe the first one...? uh..such a hassle...Yena, help.", he spoke in his monotone voice and pouted.

you looked at the keychains. one was black and the other one white. "would you like to have one? you don't have a keychain yet..."

"huh, you're right actually...okay, I'll have the black one. and I think I'm done buying stuff for Teieri.", you muttered as you looked at the full bag with cute stuff.

nagi nodded and took the bag from your grip. "what are you doing?" "Don't want you to carry it. it's heavy...a heavy hassle..."

You only rolled your eyes playfully before you pai- no. Nagi paid.

you only shook your head.

...

"wha....wha...!? Wha-!?!!", Teieri exclaimed when you were over at her room as some sort of girl's night and smirked proudly when she looked at the different items with an excited expression.

She fell in love with each thing you bought. Pens, pencils, pencil sharpener, sweet jewellery, clothes, hair pins, an adorable hairbrush, a few plushies, you bought it all. anri cooed at everything.

"waaaaa! Thank you, Yena!", she exclaimed happily before she hugged you tight. you grunted before you hugged her back softly. "It's the least I could do, Teieri."

she took all the shirts and went to her cabin. "I-I'll put it on and show you, okay!?", she yelled in excitement and you threw a thumbs up.

You were scrolling on your phone as she changed and raised your brow. 'a message from Ego...one month left at blue lock...oh...', you thought as you read through his message. so you could only go to france, england and italy, because currently, you were slowly finishing it with spain, and you were at bastard münchen already.

thirty days. ten days with each team. then you're gone...unless...?

Victor said he had some businesses, and some of them included football. 'wait...he wouldn't, would he?', you frowned, but your train of thoughts vanished when Teieri jumped out of her walkable wardrobe to show you the t-shirt you bought for her.

"what do you think!? Super cute, right?!", she exclaimed with a blush and a huge smile. you smiled back at her softly. "yes, super cute."

you liked the fact that even grown-ups felt safe enough to act childish around you, and you huffed in amusement when anri hopped back into the changing cabinet to put on another shirt.

today was a sweet girl's night.

...

"Nine months, huh?", Kunigami muttered after you answered his question on how you became so good at football, and you explained it to him in the same way you did to barou. you and Kunigami were sitting together in the cafeteria and were now on your way back to the halls. you two would have to say goodbye to each other soon.

"yep, but there were also other games I played, nine months, however, was my absolute fave.", you said calmly before you looked at him.

'damn he's so fucking hot...' "what did you do this weekend, actually?", you asked. you were a bit down when he had rejected your offer to go to the mall with him, as he was the first person you asked. (you wanted it to become a date.) he said no and you went with Reo, nagi and the others instead.

"I spent some time with my family...I...I hope you bought some nice stuff for yourself?", he asked in a shy tone and blushed when he thought back about you wearing that pink outfit.

"yeah, I did actually. it was really fun at saturday, I wish you came."

Kunigami averted his eyes with a red face now. "N-next time..."

You blushed more. "...promise?" You asked gently and softly. Kunigami blinked a few times, looking to the ground as he did so, and nodded only.

You were celebrating in your head as you smiled at him. "I'm already looking forward to it."

Suddenly, Victor came to view as he bid Ego farewell. you locked eyes with him, and he smiled. "Ye-", he stopped when he saw Kunigami. He stared at him.

Kunigami raised his brow.

You frowned at Victor, not really wanting to see him at the moment. "Come on, Kunigami, let's go somewhere else.", you muttered and walked into the other direction. Victor, however, wanted to talk to you.

"w-wait, Yena! Please, let us speak for a moment!", Victor said urgently, as he took his steps to your direction. you sighed before you looked at Kunigami. "could you leave us alone for a moment?"

Kunigami switched his gaze between you and the stranger, then he huffed. "sure..", he mumbled and left.

"I'm sorry that I took your time away from...him...", Victor muttered, as he glared at the orange haired wild card's retreating form.

"Is it about saturday?", you asked with a raised brow.

"Yes, I-I'm sorry about what happened...Rika...she stalks me...", he sighed. Sucks for him.

"is this the only reason?"

"No, I...I wanted to ask you if we could be together again."

you just looked at him with a blank face, before you laughed your ass off. "AHAAHAH...HAUhahahahahahahajdwjjah.." and you kept chuckling for a bit.

Victor looked at you awkwardly, and with a hurt expression.

"no.", you said, and turned around to leave.

And...well...Victor...he...

he made the mistake of touching you without your consent.

the moment you felt his "soft" grip on your wrist, you gave him a roundhouse kick to the cheek, and he got kicked to the side. you glared at him.

"how dare you touch me without my consent? how dare you come back again after we resolved this peacefully, ah!?", you seethed angrily, as you looked down at Victor who held his cheek, looking up at you in fear.

"I'm not going to be together with you again, ever. now get the hell outta here.", you growled, and walked away.

still, Victor was persistent. "L-look, I'm sorry Yena. I'm sorry for having had intercourse with Rika when I was together with you. I'm sorry for having taken you for granted. Please, just give me one more chance..!"

you only scoffed. "you think I want you after you were inside another woman? you think I want to get back to a guy who didn't want me at first? keep on dreamin', bitch."

and with that, you left. you weren't in the mood for that, even less considering getting back together with him. Victor didn't follow you this time. you were glad.

Kunigami was waiting around the corner, his eyes closed. you blushed. "god he's pretty..."

oop-

Kunigami opened his eyes as he looked at you and blushed. "thank y-you...", he muttered and looked to the side sheepishly.

you were frozen. 'did I...did I just say that out loud...I did...'

"ah- s-sorry, it just slipped out-" "I-it's okay, I enjoyed the compliment, really! Y-you're pretty too!"

you two looked to the ground with red faces, being complimented by each other, and giddy smiles.

[get a room for fuck's sake...]

"so...you will leave in a month...did I get it right?", kunigami spoke softly after a while, and you two leaned against opposite walls on the hallway.

"yeah...", you answered, feeling sad.

kunigami sighed before he stood straight and walked towards you. you looked up at him, confused as to why he was walking to you.

he was blushing. even his ears were red.

"Yena, I li-" "Yena! Yena come quick, you've gotta see that!", Oliver exclaimed, having appeared from nowhere.

liver would've pulled you by the wrist, but then he remembered how you were, and he also saw you beat that guy.

Oliver held a save distance from you.

you frowned. "why should I?"

"Otoya has made a cool ninja trick but ended up hurting his nuts, now come on!", oliver yelled with a mischievous, but also childlike grin. Kunigami was glaring at Oliver.

"heh, serves him right. Kunigami, what did you want to tell me though? you "li-"?", you asked as you looked up to him.

Oliver scowled.

Kunigami averted his eyes in embarassment. "ah..i-it's not that important."

Oliver smirked. "alright, let's go then!!"

'I thought he wanted to confess...how stupid of me...he must already have a girlfriend waiting for him..', you thought, and walked away with Oliver.

once you two rounded the corner, Kunigami slid down the wall, his head looking up, and he covered his eyes. "why did I chicken out...? was it because of Oliver...?....fuck..."

...

you were wheezing.

ringing for air.

otoya was laying on the side as he curled up in a fetus position, both his hands on his crotch.

"y--you...huhehuehheuheehueheue...y-you...oh go-ho-hoooood...!", you wheezed as you pointed around in his dorm. Karasu and Oliver were chuckling at Otoya, and Yukimiya was still training.

otoya had made the mistake of wanting to do a backflip on a chair, and hi nuts collided against it's back when he landed.

"that's what you get for being such a dumbass, moron."

"shut the...fuck...up, karasu...oww...", he whimpered.

something stirred inside you. ()

oh yeah.

you were crazy for whimpering boys. you looked down on Otoya.

"Otoya, let me help you.", you said in a serious tone. he looked up at you through teary eyes. "Really?", he mumbled softly.

you were an angel in his eyes right now. 'maybe she'll massage them...hehe..'

never in his life would Otoya have thought that you'd kick his nuts. He was moaning, and mewling in pain, and curled up even tighter. he was now crying and whimpering on the ground.

Karasu and Oliver laughed more.

"this is for the sauna incident.", you lied. you just wanted to hear more of his whimpers. he had a good whimpering noise.

you looked at Oliver and Karasu, and both stopped laughing, holding their crotches. "We're sorry" "We're very sorry", they said.

you walked out of the dorm with a satisfied hum.

Then you encountered Kurona, Kiyora, and Niko. the cutest boys of blue lock until now. you didn't meet anybody else yet. "hellyu."

"hello, Yena." "Hi." "..."

ah yes, Niko Ikki was the shyest of those three. so cute.

"is everything okay with you guys? are you about to train or.."

"train, train.", Kurona spoke. Kiyora looked at you, having a small blush on his cheeks. "please train with us...", and niko nods with a heavier blush.

'huhgewfjwifjiejiofjqiowjfijiwofjo THEY'RE SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK THANK YOU GOD FEIFJJFIWJIFI', you thought with a blank face, and nodded. "sure, let's go."

They were decent and humble players. Kiyora jin put up a respectable match, kurona was a great teamplayer, and Niko was also great with his vision. they all were.

you praised the hell outta them.

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jeowefowfowp sorry guys I'm such a simp lol

@meryqi, thought I should tag you, love :}

guys if you want another part please tell me, or more interactions ejifiwjfiejwifjwi

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redflagsandbanners · 2 years

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#Ronancetober _ Day 3

"This happened then. You -"

"Robin -"

"I mean, listen -"

"Robin, I swear -"

"You're not so different from a wet cat -"

"I will murder you, Buckley, this is it for - Stop laughing, for the love of God!"

Robin bends in half, clutching at her stomach, and it is so very awful of her to be mocking her best friend where she is dripping a little pool of water on the bathroom tiles. Something about the car dying in the middle of the stupid road, something about missing first period, something about getting caught in the storm and something about -

"This is not funny!"

"You kept walking, why did you keep walking?!"

"Shut up. Shut up, shut up, Buckley, my god -"

She tries to swallow down the giggles, she tries to focus on pity and stop laughing at the sight of Nancy Wheeler scowling at the mirror over the sinks while standing defeated. Hair dripping, jacket thrown on the counter (also dripping), sweater clinging on her torso like a foot towel in front of a bathtub, pants and boots squeaking with each shift of her.

"You're gonna get sick, man".

"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Want me to call Steve come get you home to change?"

"As if he'll let me sit on his car like this".

"If he wants to live another day, he shall do so".

Nancy stills, meeting Robin's eyes through the mirror. Sighs a deep, depressed sound, and runs a hand through the wet curls of her hair. Her hand comes back just as wet and by now, she is starting to shudder, rough chills snapping through her spine.

"I'm gonna get sick, man", Nancy repeats and Robin chuckles, going to lean on the counter next to her.

Something bright is glimmering in the deep blue eyes. Nancy glares at the lazy smirk.

"What, what, what is it?"

"I may have a solution".

Dread. This is what Nancy feels when her best friend smirks like this. Her heart is pounding by now and she cannot - she cannot take her eyes away from the glimmer in Robin's eyes. The next shudder has nothing to do with the cold and she - she thinks of Pennhurst, suddenly. Of bad ideas. Of them sticking together through them.

"What?"

"So tonight was supposed to be the very first football game of the semester but it is raining so, naturally, it got canceled -"

"Nope".

"- meaning my band uniform -"

"No, no. I'll be fine".

"- it ain't gonna be used by anyone today".

"I'm alright, really".

"You're already sniffing, Wheeler".

She groans, an even deeper sound, letting her head hang and letting her soul leave her body, so only a casket of useless bones is left behind.

"Fuck me", she mumbles and Robin chuckles again, the smirk spreading into an excited grin.

"Do I bring it over?"

"If I see you carrying the hat, I will kill you".

"Yes, ma'am", Robin bounces off of the counter and goddamn races out of the bathroom to her locker.

Nancy hangs her head again. Closes her eyes and fights to keep from shuddering even more. Everything needs to go; sweater and undershirt and underwear, pants and socks and boots. A towel is needed. A cup of tea with an obnoxious amount of honey, is needed too. She keeps sniffing and she keeps feels a scratch at the back of her throat and goddamn, goddamn -

The bathroom door slams open. And, suddenly, Robin looks incredibly nervous. Folded green and white clothes are held close to her chest; white shoes held by two fingers. A gym towel is on the girl's shoulder.

Nancy could kiss her right now.

"Listen, calling Steve is probably a better idea anyway. I mean there isn't a lot for you in this school to get you warm right now. You probably need a warm shower or something - "

"Robin. These are enough. Thank you".

"Sure. Sure thing. Here, the towel is clean and everything. Do you want me to go? I can find you a plastic bag for the wet clothes -"

"No, I'll only take a minute. Hold on, we'll go together".

"Sure, sure..." - Robin is fidgety. Why is she fidgety? - "...I'll be right here".

From the stall, Nancy can hear her pacing across the length of the room. It is not like this is the first time they exchange clothes for Robin to be this nervous, but Nancy guesses the uniform is another territory.

It doesn't feel much different than the rest of Robin's clothes. The green pants are incredibly soft against her legs and they're long. She has practiced the way of folding them over around her ankles. Socks and shoes slightly bigger than her own. Shirt brushing thick over her chest, big enough to hide the fact she won't be wearing a bra for the rest of the day.

It smells like cotton and like Robin. It takes her a moment to get the buttons lined up. It takes her another moment to slip the jacket over without messing the decorating pins and chains hanging from the pockets. She sighs in relief as it hangs from her shoulders, buggy and warm and so so comforting. Her fingertips curl around the edges of the sleeves, tugging it in loose fists and, god, it feels like sleeping in Robin's bed.

"Nance, you good in there?"

She has closed her eyes. She has nuzzled her face in the soft collar, breathing in the girl's scent.

Her voice is hoarse. "Yeah. I'm coming out".

On the other side of the door, Robin snorts a laughing sound. "Been waiting for that for a while", she teases and, despite not being able to see her, Nancy rolls her eyes with a smirk of her own.

Robin leans against the wall in front of the stalls, and, even when the girl's motionless weight is supported by the bricks, at the sight of Nancy stepping out of the stall has her stumbling.

Knees wavering and jaw dropping open and cheeks flushing bright red and a strangled sound escaping her throat. At the reaction, Nancy lifts both eyebrows.

"You good?"

"No".

Nancy smirks. "Some drool on the side of her mouth, Buckley".

"I'm... Listen. Listen, Wheeler, you - you know you're a gorgeous being of a girl. You know it and this - you look even better in my... I mean -"

Nancy's eyebrows are up to her hairline by now. She is blushing just as much but - but refuses to look away from Robin pressing further against the wall. Clearly affected by what she is seeing. Clearly nervous about it. Clearly unable to hide the emotions from her face.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Nance, I'll - I'll go. I'll go, I don't want you to feel, like, uncomfortable or - or - or, like -"

"Hey, no..." - Nancy frowns and comes closer to press a hand on Robin's arm. The girl jolts at the touch, wide eyes snapping down to find Nancy's own.

"You'd never make me feel uncomfortable".

Robin gulps but doesn't nod. At finding her so overwhelmed, both wonder and fear in her gaze, Nancy feels her chest both tight and loosen.

She jumps forward, wrapping her best friend in the tightest of hugs. Immediately, both arms fly around her too, embracing her right back, and when standing this close, Nancy feels the relief leaking through the girl's shoulders and chasing away the fear.

Against her skin, the uniform rubs comfortingly stiff. Warm. Nancy shudders, heart pounding so fast she is sure Robin can feel it.

On Robin's denim jacket, Nancy whispers, "You like me".

Both arms tighten when Robin starts to tremble.

"You're my best friend".

"But you... you like like me".

"I'm - I'm - Nance, I - "

Nancy presses harder against her shoulder, closes her eyes tight as her heart threatens to jump out of her mouth. "Can I kiss you?"

"Nancy, I - I'm - I don't want this to just be - be, like, just a moment. I don't..." - when Nancy pulls back to look up at her, Robin's breaths catch at her throat - "...I want this to - to be a full thing".

Nancy cannot stop looking at her lips. "Really?"

"I - I - I mean..."

"I want that too. The full thing. Everything. I want it too, Robin".

"You - Really?"

Nancy smiles up at her. Robin exhales a long, overwhelmed blow of air, some tension slacking out of her.

"So... can I kiss you?"

"You can kiss me".

Robin sucks in another breath, nervously licks her lips, and the sight is enough to have Nancy's knees ducking in longing.

When Robin reaches over, smoothing out the collar of the green jacket, her hand is trembling and another blush is raising to her cheeks. Fingers curl softly around the edge of the stiff fabric, tugging Nancy just a bit closer.

They both gulp.

#ronancetober #day three #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #stranger things fic #ronance

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Seeing You Again || Reiner Braun Ft Eren Jaeger

Synopsis - You learn of Eren's real plans in Marley and go for a walk to cool off. Before heading back in an attempt to stop Eren, you run into an old flame.

Warnings - Slightly NSFW. Mentions Of Sex. A Little Angsty? Swearing.

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

Joining Eren on his 'mission' to Marley wasn't something you wanted to do, after all you wanted your life as a solider to be older. You wanted to live peacefully with you toddler in a safe environment where your life wasn't on the line - but somebody had to keep Eren safe. You had left your four-year old daughter at your family home and had told your parents you had some business to attend to out of town and that you would be back as soon as possible. At first Eren wasn't too fond of you tagging along but you gave him an ultimatum: either you went with him, or you told the scouts his 'plans'. After that, Eren decided you coming along wasn't the worst thing in the world.

Over the coming months you and Eren became close, very close, to the point that he currently lay on top of you; cock buried in your cunt as he mumbled words of praise into your ear. It wasn't long after that did he spill himself inside of you, moaning your name like it was a form of praise to the Gods. When he rolled off of you he was panting like a dog deprived of water but still managed to smile at you breathlessly as he lay looking up at the ceiling. Eventually, he spoke and his first words to you were "how was the doctors this morning?" You visibly tensed at his words and Eren raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to speak.

"Eren, I..." you started, sighing. "I'm five months pregnant." As soon as the words left your lips, tears began to form in your eyes.

Eren stared at you, blinking rapidly before grinning widely. "That's not surprising."

"Yeah," you chuckled, wiping the tears away. You had been so worried as to what Eren would say, but to see he was overjoyed forced you to relax slightly.

"Don't cry," he whispered, pulling your naked form close to him and pressing a kiss on the top of your head. "Everything will be okay, I promise you."

A few days had passed since you and Eren had learned of your pregnancy and you were unable to do anything without him breathing down your neck. "Eren, I'm fine," you huffed to him as you picked up his socks off the floor whilst rolling your eyes. Your bump had properly popped in the few days since you had found out about your pregnancy and you couldn't believe you had thought you were just bloated before.

"I was going to pick that up after my shower," he grumbled, helping you stand up straight.

You were about to answer him with a joke but were interrupted when a few knocks came at your door. "Mr Krueger!" A voice called from behind the door. You looked at the wooden door confusion evident on your face. Was that a child?

Eren looked at you quickly before looking at the door in horror. "Who's that?" You asked.

"A boy," Eren answered, regaining his composure. Before you could ask anymore questions Eren walked over to the door and opened it revealing a blonde haired child. "Falco."

"Hi Mr Krueger!" The boy chimed, a huge smile on his face. "I sent those letters you asked me to send!"

"Thank you Falco," Eren said, his expression now deadpan as he looked upon the child, Falco. "Do you remember where to meet me with Vice Chief Braun later?"

Your eyes widened at the mention of Reiner's name and title but you watched the exchange happen between your boyfriend and Falco. He nodded with an innocent smile. "Yes - Oh!" Falco noticed you. "Hi Ma'am. I'm sorry I didn't see you there, I hope I haven't interrupted anything."

You were about to answer the boy but Eren interrupted before you even had the chance to open your mouth. "That will be all Falco. I'll see you later" he said simply, closing the door on the boy. Eren turned in your direction but did everything he could to avoid your burning gaze as you rubbed your stomach.

"What was that about Eren? What letters?" You asked walking over to him. "Why are you meeting Reiner?"

"I think it's about time we had a little chat, don't you?" Eren asked rhetorically.

"No!" You yelled, eyes filling with tears. "We're here for a recon mission Eren, it'll give us away!"

"Y/N," Eren sighed. "I've been lying to you."

You looked at Eren, betrayal already evident in your face even before he had told you just exactly how he had lied to you. "Excuse me?" You asked.

"I'm here to let people know who we are Y/N," Eren explained. "I'm here to take the Warhammer Titan and declare war on Marley."

"Eren! No!" You exclaimed shaking your head. You took a few steps back from your boyfriend out of confusion.

"Y/N-"

"I'm going for a walk," you snapped, pushing passed Eren and slamming the door behind you before he even had a chance to stop you.

The weather outside was nice. The sun was beating down and the breeze was warm against your skin. You looked up at the sky and sighed. What on earth was Eren thinking! You weren't sure exactly how long you had been walking but you had made it to the pier just before sundown. Taking a walk had cleared your head slightly, but you couldn't let Eren go through with this... Whatever 'this' was.

You were stood still watching the ocean, deep in thought, when you felt a hand grab your arm. "Eren," you mumbled slightly, turning around. You didn't even look up at the person. You had just assumed it was Eren and nestled your head into their chest. Arms wrapped around your waist and you relaxed, that was until a strained sob forced you to look up. Your eyes widened with horror.

"It is you," Reiner sniffled up, gazing deeply into your eyes. "What are you doing here Y/N?"

"Reiner..." You whispered, stepping clumsily out of his arms and looking him up and down slowly. You had been so focused on Eren ruining the 'mission' you hadn't even thought about what would happen if someone had recognised you on your walk.

"I've missed you," he whispered as he wiped away the tears falling freely from his eyes. "So fucking much." As he took a step towards you took two steps back. "Y/N."

"N-No," you stuttered. "What are you doing here?"

Reiner looked defeated. "I thought I saw you, so I followed you. I wasn't sure if I was going out of my mind but, it really is you."

"It is me," you sighed, letting the man approach you. He was so close. Your heart was beating rapidly threatening to jump out of your ribcage at any second.

"Eren's here too, isn't he?" Reiner asked sadly, almost knowingly. You couldn't help but nod, your own eyes now welling up with tears. This was not how it was suppose to go. Reiner cupped your cheek with one hand and rubbed his thumb across your soft skin. "How's my princess?" He choked up, referring to your daughter.

You nodded quickly, "she's good." It was no secret to anybody that your daughter was Reiner's child, and leaving both you and her before she was even born was the hardest thing he had ever had to do in his life.

"I wish I could meet her," Reiner said quietly as he stared into your eyes.

"I wish you could meet her too," you whispered back, sniffling. "Why did you have to leave?" You asked rhetorically.

Reiner wiped the tears away from your eyes as he gazed into them lovingly. "I didn't belong there," he muttered. "I wish you came with me."

You thought back to the day Reiner had left. With tears in his eyes and a dry throat he had begged you to come with him, pleaded with you when you had said no. "I couldn't Reiner."

He sighed, loudly, shaking his head. You could have been a family back here in Marley. He would have protected you for the rest of his life had you let him. Reiner cleared his throat before changing the topic, "what is Eren doing here?"

"I was told it was just a recon mission up until this morning," you shrugged lightly. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"I'm meeting him later aren't I?" Reiner asked, already knowing the answer. His hand still cupped your cheeks, rubbing lightly on your skin. It was a comforting touch, one he had always done when you were together to calm you down.

"Yes," you said lowly before taking a step back from Reiner, letting his hand fall to his side. "I need to stop him Reiner. He's going to ruin everything."

"Then let him," Reiner scoffed, rolling his teary eyes.

"I can't be a single mother again Reiner," you snapped, pushing passed him.

Before you could walk even a few steps away, Reiner had grabbed your arm and spun you around, looking down at your stomach before looking into your eyes. "You're pregnant?" He asked.

"Yes. Five months."

Reiner felt his heart break. Knowing you had moved on from him was the toughest pill to swallow. He had waited for you. Thought about you constantly since getting back to Marley four years ago. Reiner dreamt of the day he would see you again. Thought about all of the things he would say and do just for you but, how could he do any of those things when you were pregnant with another mans baby? He couldn't, even though he wanted too. He swallowed roughly, ignoring the blurriness of his vision. "Congratulations. I'm sure Eren will be a better father than I ever could be."

You looked down at the gravel on the floor, kicking some up in frustration. "Reiner, I need to go."

"Okay okay," he whimpered. "But before you go..." He trailed off, cupping your cheeks again and bringing your face close to his. He pressed his lips to yours softly, allowing himself this feeling he had been missing. At first, you didn't kiss back. You wanted to push him away and walk off to stop your current boyfriend from making the biggest mistake of his life. But Reiner had a hold on you that you couldn't quite grasp the understanding of. You melted against his lips as his tongue darted across your lower lip, begging for entrance to your mouth. Eventually you gave in, opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to press flat against your own. Clumsily, Reiner had dropped his hands to your waist pulling you flush against him. He was crying fully now, his salty tears slipping through your lips making your heart clench. "I love you so much," he cried.

You pulled away from Reiner's lips and sighed, "I need to go. I have to stop Eren." He nodded, dropping his hands from your waist and taking a step back as if giving you permission to leave. You smiled softly. "Thank you, Reiner."

"I hope to see you again someday Y/N," Reiner whispered as he watched you walk away, fading into the sunset. Little did either of you realise, you'd be seeing each other a lot sooner and working alongside the other to stop Eren and the Rumbling.

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1-800-bloop-12 · 10 months

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Algiophobia ┈┈┈┈․° 2

ˊˊ𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚..ˊˊ

🇲 🇴 🇳 🇩 🇦 🇾

ˊˊSchool sucks huh?.."

I looked up at the strange person, holding my book bag tight, weird thing to do, especially with a stranger. I don't know you..

ˊˊ Yeah.. Thankfully, we're done with exams and stuff.. Today's the last day.ˊˊ

ˊˊ Well, I'm glad you made it.ˊˊ

I looked up at them, blinking slowly while a smile spreading on my face, ˊˊ Thank you.ˊˊ I said. They only nodded, I guess it was a You're Welcome.

I looked down at my phone, seeing no notifications as usual. I huffed, looking back up a far waiting for the bus to at least some what come. ˊˊ They drive so slow..ˊˊ I groaned, looking back down at my phone, deciding to at least scroll on tiktok or Pinterest.

Maybe I should skip school today...

But that's very bad.

Very, very, very.. Bad-

ˊˊ But it'd be worth it..ˊˊ I stood up from the bench, picking up my book bag and putting it over my shoulder. I walked home, putting headphones on and turning on Beautiful Stranger, reminding me of last week. A smile formed on my face softly moving to music.

* Maybe we would have exchanged a few words.

ˊˊ A fairy tale moment could have occurredˊˊ Softly twirling the cord of the headphones, the people only do small glances before going back to what they're doing. I forgot to plan something.

What do I do today?

* But a beautiful stranger will have to remain.

My eyes glanced up at the birds on the wire, pretty normal, huh? Anyways, maybe I should go to the mall. My parents gave me money for it so I guess it would be nice.

* A stranger until I see him again.

I wanted to get a few things from hot topic, But I don't mind chilling at the food court it would make my nose pleased. I don't have a smell/food kink..

Is it weird that I had to say that? I guess so. Who would be thinking you would have that?

Taking out my house keys realizing I was near my house, opening my bottom book bag pocket, taking out my housekeys, and hearing the chains and keys make their usual noise.

I saw my cat, well.. A cat that I fed at my doorstep as if it was waiting for me, meowing as it rolled off its back and on its legs making their way to me, I crouched and petted the cat. ˊˊ Hey man..ˊˊ I coo'd feeling my heart tingle from the cuteness of the cat.

Why are cats so adorable?..

* See him again. 💞

I stood up, going back to my business, walking up the doorstep, hearing the soft paws on the ground and the cat purring. Unlocking my door, I looked down, making sure the cat didn't slip inside, but its adorable eyes looking at me made me wanna scream.

ˊˊ I'll feed you after I get dressed, okay buddy.ˊˊ

ˊˊ Meow!ˊˊ

Adorable..

The cat sat down by the door when I closed it, hearing its fading out purring through the door. Poor cat, why would its owner leave it behind? Now, it has to survive on its own. You could've given it to a neighbor.

Like me!

I place my bookbag next to the door, also taking my jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack. I walk up the stairs and straight to my bedroom, taking off my headphones, fixing my hair so it doesn't look weird.

Closing the door behind me, I look at my desk filled with papers with drawings and my scripts, taking off my shoes kicking them to the end of my bed.

Walking up to my desk and sitting on the spinny chair, looked down and realized something.

Where was my one of mini country balls?..

I remember there was a tiny Belarus here.. WHAT THE FLIP BRUV 😨

Anyways, I picked up one of my unfinished drawings, it was a reference of my dream. Sorry, it just sticked with me even though it's Been like...

2 W E E K S. . .

I groaned as I rubbed my eyes, placing the picture down, getting up from the chair so I can change into my jammies.

Uh.. After I changed, I realized I was supposed to feed the kitty Kat, walking out my room, being mad careful with having socks on and walking on wooden floors.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw my tiny Belarus on the counter, I stared at her.

Ma'am.

Who moved you-

I blinked slowly before turning away, ˊˊ Weird..ˊˊ I mumbled as I walked over to the lower cabinets, grabbing a can of tuna. Mumbling under my breath.

Grabbing an can opener, I positioned the can and start turning the handle. Watching the can opener doing its work. After that I took the loose top off and drained some of the juice out.

Walking to my front door I unlocked it, looking down to see the cat still there. Yeah, this cat loves me. It's meowing putting me back to reality as I shook my head a bit.

Placing the can down, i watched the cat go ravish on the tuna. I scratch their head before going back inside, locking the door as always.

Walking to the kitchen and looking at the counter. The lil Belarus ball was still there.. Just staring into the oblivion.

I'm still wondering who moved you missy-

Picking her up, being EXTRA GENTLE CUZ THIS IS MY BABY!!!! And placing her in my palm, it was adorable-

Walking up the stairs and to my room. I was just coo'ing and babying the little Belarus in my hand, I have an obsession with cute things especially if they're small..

Sitting down at my desk putting her down next to the tiny Poland ball she was originally with, yeah don't move like that ok girl-

I picked up my phone, looking at it with a massive bored face. I can either scroll through tiktok, go on character ai, draw or sleep.

Cuz I barely have any friends and they probably went to school so.. Yeah..

I groaned, placing the phone down. Getting up from my spinny chair and off to my bed, flopping down on it as I turned to my side. Getting all snuggly in blankets and pillows, my scrunched up face now into a calm one.

Why are beds so comfy.. They're the best creations on earth I swear.

My mind slowly started to go blank, only thinking of lil scenarios in my head. Things I could've been, imaging myself with my Comfort Character, or just my favorite fandom/show. It's infinite.

It's like your thoughts are a Void.

It never ends.

ˊˊI won't hurt you.. Just trust me ˊˊ

Fluttering my eyes open I seem too be in a flower field. I was wearing a white dress/Blouse with black pants (or shorts). I could see the shadow of a bow in my hair too, it's two ribbons flowing in the wind.

Standing up, my legs felt really weak as if it was glass on the brink of breaking. But I managed because I was strong 💪. I just looked around, it was sadly a blue hour vibe though..

The fog and the slight light as the sun was below the horizon. So it couldn't really give it's original golden orange color as it usually does. I just watched the Wheat and flowers flow in the wind.

There was a tree...

I started walking to the said tree, with the best of my ability. But I madE IT, yeah mama raised a warrior man. Sitting under the tree looking afar as I watched over the flower field. It's so peaceful.

Sadly it's just dream.. 'But who said it is.'

I know that voice- Looking beside me I saw him but his face was more clearer and less blurry than last time. It felt like I was going to cry.

'You missed me didn't you? Well I missed you too Schatz' He chuckled. I growled softly punched his arm as I felt tears stream down my face, his laugh made me feel comforted. 'You bastard! You left me like that for weeks!'

I hiccuped and sobbed, this was to much. The man I danced with and had me so motivated was Austria-Hungary?! This is so..stupid!

'I'm so sorry, but I was busy with all the meetings and my family to come back. I decided that I'll spend my few moments with you' His arms wrapped around me, softly pulling me into his chest. His warmth calming me down from the break down I had.

'Is life getting better for you Schatz?..' He asked. I shook my head slowly, fiddling with my fingers. 'Mom as been at work a lot, on her days off she goes out. My dad is living somewhere else..' I felt my eyes droop after that.

'Barely have friends either, I do but they barely talk to me..' Letting out a bumpy breath I can hear him hum at my answer to his question.

I can feel his hand petting my head in a comforting way. As if he was trying to bring my tension down. It was working either way..

'I just wonder why I can't stay here for ever.. It's not like I have a purpose..' I whispered, closing my eyes as I rested my head on his chest. He sighed. 'I know you want to, but it's hard because you want to live in your mind.'

'Somewhere you can be free, and do anything you want.' He said 'looking' at the leaves falling and the soon rising sun making the blue hour fade away.

'But you need to wait for me, Okay.. I'll help lead you.' he said. My instincts told me he was getting up so i moved. He stood up, wiping his pants as he looked down at me, who was still on their own knees.

Crouching down as he held my sad tired face. 'Ich liebe dich.' Was the last thing he said before fading away, leaving me once again. Golden hour as now arisen. Laying on the soft grass watching the leaves fall and flower field blow in the wind.

How peaceful.. 'It certainly is dear..'

ˊˊI'll protect you from all things I've seen.. ˊˊ

#countryhumans x reader #countryhumans #x reader #songfic #comfort

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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The Hag Survivors Support Group building is locked, and there's a note in the mailbox:

The door's not hard to pick, so in we go.

Hector immediately perception-checks a note on the table inside.

Hm. I think we missed the meeting. Although apparently they pissed off a hag themselves, so maybe that's a good thing.

The only other things in the building are a number of leftover flyers and a "Barely-Legible Letter":

Old Garlow's, it seems, is not far off - just on the other side of the central wall, so we'll just wander straight over there while it's on our minds. Cos based on our experience with Ethel, if these people have pissed off a hag, they're gonna need our help.

The building has definitely seen better days; there's a note in the mailbox indicating it's been condemned. In we go once again.

("Nothing but DOOM AND GLOOM in the Gazette since Gortash died!" complains a woman wandering by while we pick the lock. Well, ma'am, get ready for the front page story about THE CUTEST CAT YOU'VE EVER SEEN when it comes out tomorrow. It's gonna knock your socks off.)

Stepping inside the building, we can immediately hear some members of the support group on the ground floor talking... and a very ominous giggling laugh from upstairs.

The woman at the head of the group - a cleric of Helm, based on her ambient dialogue - immediately rounds on Hector and his companions as they approach. "An intruder?" she snaps. "These people are under my protection. I'll not let you harm them! Hearken to my words, wicked creature. Return to the pit of evil from whence you came!"

The dragonborn in the back has the wildest head design and I love it. So round and smooth!

Oh, shit, no, we're not the hag, calm down.

Hector IMMEDIATELY likes this woman. :D

"Calm down! I seek no trouble!" he says, spreading his hands in a placating gesture.

"Don't listen! Who knows what spells it weaves around us! Quickly, cleric!"

"Helm! Protecter of all! Grant me the power to ignite this creature's flesh and burn its bones to ash! Begone, monster, your hag mother holds no power here!"

Oh, she's fantastic. Can we bring her with us?

[CLERIC][PERSUASION] "Wait--" Hector says hastily. "I'm no hagspawn - I'm a faithful adherent, just like you."

"Wait - no hagspawn would speak like that." The woman's shoulders relax and her hand falls back to her side; she looks visibly relieved. "Forgive the paranoia. We're being hunted by a vile and wicked hag. We feared you her minion. She's already hexed one of us - and any of us could be next."

(A/N: Jaheira looks SO SHORT compared to the party of behemoths she's traveling with. XD )

"I've fought a hag before," Hector says gravely. "No easy task."

It's odd to think back on that time, so early in their adventures. He was much more afraid then, he reflects absently. He was a different man. He's still afraid now, of course, but of much bigger, much more terrifying things. Ethel feels like a distant memory, a monster fought in a dream.

Hope flashes through the young woman's eyes. "Really? You should join us, then. You see, all of us here have fallen victim to a hag's vicious ways. But instead of succumbing to despair, we rose above it. Thanks to Mayrina, our leader. Together, we've been helping others who've suffered at the claws of a hag. Only... Mayrina's been hexed by the very hag who now hunts us."

Oh, no way. :O

"Mayrina?" Hector says, startled. "I know her! She was captured by Auntie Ethel!"

"You're the one that saved her? The one that ventured to the depths of Ethel's lair?" The cleric looks him up and down in puzzlement. "I can hardly believe it. You look so... normal."

(A/N: That's one of the nicest comments on his appearance that Hector has ever received tbh.)

She gestures towards the building's stairs. "By Helm, perhaps there is hope. If anyone can help Mayrina, it's you. She's upstairs... but be warned, she's not as you remember her."

...Well, that sounds ominous. HECTOR TO THE RESCUE!

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #hector would have made a good follower of helm too i think

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perfectlypinkduck · 2 years

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FICTIONAl NOVEL

Sav is doing homework and trying to study for a big exam and all of sudden the bedroom door is pushed open by Max and Mrs Hope is being gently pushed into the bedroom cursing at the top of her lungs.

Gd sob mf, sav, turned around and in total sock looking to see what is going on with his wife.

Max said, sav here take hope because the kids are going to be coming into the house from outside and we don't curse in front of the kids and Mrs Hope is pissed off!

Okay, thank you max, yes Mr Sav.

Baby what is the matter with you and she's red hot mad and more red than a can of red paint.

That bastard got charged with a felony and two years of prison and before he goes to prison they gave him two weeks to get his affairs in order.

He's out on the streets again he's a gd stalker who is walking around. Sav asked how did you find out about this?

The police stopped by and told me about it a few minutes ago before max pushed me in here

Max threatened me with a bar of soap can you believe that?

Oooh, of I run into that sorry piece of trash out and about I will just sit and watch max beat the F*** right out of him and leave him there after we call the police.

Oooh, you don't have any idea what a arrogant s.o.b. he is sav. He kept getting in my face and expecting me to say oh I know you! I don't know who he is and I bet you he'll be around here before he goes to the pin.

Max, yells hope at the top of her lungs

Sav is startled by her sudden out burst and the dore is practically ripped off the hinges by Max. What's the matter why are you yelling what happened asked Max?

I want you to beef up all security from cameras you name it whatever it is, more bodyguards whatever it is because that a****** will be coming by. And I want him to be driven to the closest water anything so he can start sleeping with the fishes.

Vince, hope yells again at the top of her lungs and by now max had told Lilly to keep the girls outside for a hour more family business is going on inside.

She said okay.

Vince came running to the front room and hope said in here Vince and he came to their bedroom and said yes ma'am.

That asshole has two weeks to get his affairs in order before he goes to the pin.

Max is adding more security of every kind possible till that bastard is behind bars and if he comes around here, look in my eyes Vince , you take him to the closest water anything and let him sleep with the fishes.

We're going to the mattress said hope.

Holy Shit said, Vince, yep this is true.

Does max know that we're going to the mattress?

I didn't tell him in these words but I am sure he gets it loud and clear.

You Vince, will be with me and Max all of the time and Carmine and Bruno will be here with the rest of the family all of the time.

That mf better not speak to me if he sees me out and about.

Don't worry Mrs Hope between me and Max that asshole will wish he was never born.

Sav, is sitting and listening to his wife take care of business and he's in awe by her.

Baby, I am glad we're married cuz I would hate to have you as a enemy.

Hope laughed and said, I am sorry but I was raised to take care of business before it's out of control.

I see that sweet heart.

Is there anything else Vince asked and I said no but thank you for being here.

This pregnant woman needs food and a nap and watch out for max he's looking for a bar of soap to wash my mouth out with and every one started laughing.

Here comes max, see this bar of soap Mrs Hope, yes max, it has your name on it.

Lol I laughed, we're not use to you using that kind of language so here Mr. Sav, what are you giving it to me for?

Because she can fire us, but not you sir.

Every one is laughing and hope apologized but explained that I am pissed off more than anyone else knows.

This man thinks to much of himself and I know he will not listen to the police and I will not sit here and wait for him to show up and get crazy on us.

Both max and Vince said, you don't have to worry about anything because we are here.

Thank you hope said, now if you guys don't mind said sav, my wife is hungry and tired and needs some rest.

Please do everything that she wants done as she explained and I can make sure she rest especially now because she is pregnant and keep us updated on everything.

Thank you said, Sav.

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turner-strait · 3 years

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you know, leaving your shoes at the door is pretty customary when going into a home, but leaving your socks as well? that’s gonna take some getting used to

#sonja's ankle #i just got home and i am not taking any slipping chances #socks go OFF at the door thank you ma'am!#for me at least lol

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imtryingmybeskar · 2 years

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hello my darling, congratulations on your milestone!!! 💗 may i request some body worship with frankie? i feel like he doesn’t get praised enough and i looove a good dad bod 👀

I'm so sorry this has taken so long for me to do Gala my love! I wanted to give our Fish the proper care and attention he so deserves!

18+ ONLY. Smut abounds. Body worship, unprotected PIV, rimming, anal fingering, generally showing Francisco a good time.

Word count: 5655

Worship

The delicious smell of stew wafted over you as you made your way inside the house and nudged the door shut with your foot before kicking the boots from your feet.

"Hey sweetheart!" came his dulcet tones from the kitchen. You followed his voice (and the cooking smells) into the kitchen where he was busy adding chopped carrots to a large pot that was simmering on the stove.

"Hey honey," you replied, kissing him on the lips as he twisted round to greet you, his hands continuing to work on the stew. "That smells AMAZING. Thank you so much."

Frankie blushed at your praise, or it might have just been the heat of the kitchen that flushed his cheeks that way. You found yourself smiling at how adorable he looked. "You know I love to cook for you," he replied. "It needs some time to simmer. Should be ready in an hour or two."

You came up behind him and slipped your hands around his waist, feeling the muscle hardened from his military years now covered by a softer layer. You held him close, rubbing your cheek against the broad and imposing muscles of his back, his woodsy, amber scent filling your nose and stirring an urge within you. "I wonder what we could do for an hour or two," you smiled.

You could hear his amusement in his reply. "I wonder."

"Come meet me in the bedroom? Ten minutes?"

"Yes ma'am," he purred.

*** *** ***

"Well, what kind of gorgeousness awaits me in here I wond-oh." Frankie had slunk into the room all eager, clearly expecting you to be spread naked for him on the bed as you so often were. Tonight, you were in a long t shirt and sleep shorts and were curled up in the chair that resided in the corner of your bedroom.

"Disappointed?" you smiled, arching one brow at him.

"No!" he protested. "Of course not! You always look gorgeous. I just...I thought we were going to..."

"Oh we will. But not right now." You put your phone on the side and settled back into the chair, your full attention now on your fiancé. "Will you take your clothes off for me?"

"Uhhh, yeah." His tone betrayed that he thought you were acting a little weirdly, but he was into it if nudity ensued. He ripped the t shirt over his head, dragging his curls up so they stood out around his head even more than usual. He took his socks off and was about to undo his belt when you interrupted him.

"Stop. For a second." He did so, a small frown beginning to crease his forehead. You got up to meet him in the middle of the room, felt the heat of his gaze as you unfurled your bare legs from under you and walked across the floor. You stopped just shy of him, able to touch him if you stretched out your hand, but not close enough to kiss him unless you stepped forward.

He huffed a laugh. "What-uh-what are you up to?"

"I want to do something a little different. You're so good to me. You're always so good to me. And tonight I want this to be all about you. I want to show you how much I love you. How much you turn me on. How I adore every part of you."

He smiled, that beautiful wide grin that flushed you with heat every single time. "You always tell me those things," he murmured as he stepped closer to you. You held a hand up, stopping him with the lightest of touches to his bare chest.

"I want to show you," you repeated, looking in his eyes. You weren't sure, but you thought you saw a little colour suffuse his cheeks again, and he looked shy at your words.

"Okay," he whispered hoarsely, giving himself over to you with that one word. The trust he was showing in you warmed your chest and you couldn't help the grin that spread across your own face. Francisco Morales was entirely a contradiction. He was extremely funny, but acidly so. He was cuddly and warm and soft in your day to day relationship, but tended to dominance and exhilarating ferocity in the bedroom. Easy going up until the point he was not, whereupon he fluctuated between ice cold silence and blistering temper. You knew of his past and attributed it partially to his training. How else could you function at that level of stress if you didn't shed parts of yourself from time to time? The trouble was now that he was home and in a domestic environment, occasionally the parts that he had suppressed would flare up in odd and unexpected ways. Or his training would take over and he would shut down completely to deal with whatever was going on in his mind, shutting you out for days at a time. You were working on it. Both of you. And him agreeing to something like this...the trust it implied. It was incredible.

"Sit on the bed?" you asked him, and he moved to do so.

"If this is some dominance thing, I gotta say you're bad at it," he joked. "Don't ask me, tell me."

"Its not a dominance thing," you replied as you stood between his spread legs, looking down into the boundless beauty of his dark eyes, a slight hesitation in them even now. "Tonight, I want to pay attention to every part of you. Make you feel loved and good about yourself all over." You ran your hands over his shoulders and clasped them gently behind his neck. "I uh...I overheard what happened. The last time Benny trained with you."

You had swung by the gym a week or so prior to pick up Frankie and take him to dinner and to say hi to Benny Miller, the youngest and most peacock-like of Frankie's friends. He was funny and sweet, but he also had a tendency to open his mouth before he considered all of the consequences. The usual good-natured trash talk had been flying back and forth between them, but when Benny had told Frankie he was getting podgy and wouldn't be able to keep up with him if he kept on with the beer and chicken wings, you could tell it had landed on a sore spot for Frankie who had picked at his food and ordered water at the diner that night.

His eyes clouded over briefly at the memory of the hurt, then he huffed a dismissive laugh. "It's just Benny being Benny. He didn't mean anything by it. Besides, didn't I take him down in a chokehold literally two minutes later?"

"I know Benny would never hurt you intentionally. But I also know you. And I've seen the way you've been looking at yourself when you think I'm not watching." Your hands slipped back over his cheeks and you cradled his face, wanting him to fully take in what you were telling him. "I love you so much. I love all of you. All of the bits that you don't like, I love. All of the bits you wish you could hide, I love. And I'm gonna show you." You placed a gentle kiss on his lips before he could respond and moved your hands up to his hair. He loved when you ran your hands through it. Usually it was when he was between your thighs, either with his body or his face, and his curls would be gripped in your hands as your cries of pleasure sounded through the house. This time, you took it slow. Feeling their soft bounce, the way each tendril curled around your fingers. His hair was dark chestnut, but more and more strands of grey had crept in at the front and sides as the years had passed. He hummed at the feeling of your fingers, a noise which grew lower as they massaged his scalp gently. The movement released the faint eucalyptus scent of his shampoo mixed with the beautiful smell that was purely him and you couldn't resist kissing the top of his head to breathe it in more. You kissed all the way down to his forehead, where you drew back to trace a finger over the lines that marked him there. He gave a slightly embarrassed chuckle.

"You really meant it when you said all of the bits, huh?"

You smiled down at him. "Absolutely. I love these lines. They're a part of you. And I feel privileged that I get to see them because it means we're getting older together. And I love that too." You kissed down the beautiful prominence of his nose, thinking of all the times you had ridden his face and he had buried it against your clit. Unconsciously, you clenched your thighs together, seeking some relief from the stirrings of arousal within you. Of course, he noticed and he smiled as he ran a hand up your naked thigh, his eyes burning with desire of his own.

"Hmmm, baby," he hummed. "Will you let me touch you?" His cock was already straining against the denim of his jeans and you could almost taste the salty, heavy heft of it on your tongue. Soon. You were trying to be methodical about this.

"Not yet, honey," you replied. "I wanna make you feel so good. Tonight isn't about me."

"Every night should be about you," he countered, but he dropped his hand back to his thighs and let you continue.

You kissed across his cheek to his ear lobe, biting down softly on it and kissing the little flower tattoo hidden behind his ear that so few got to see before whispering to him. "You make every night about me. You're so good to me Francisco." He gave a little pleasured shiver, though whether it was because you had used his full name or because of your warm breath on him you couldn't tell.

You rubbed your cheek over the silver-tinged scruff at his cheeks before kissing that too, inhaling the amber and woody scent of him there. You loved his beard. You knew he compared himself to the guys in this regard, to Santi in particular, but you wouldn't have swapped his scrappy facial hair for anything. In itself it turned you on - memories of it scraping across your inner thighs as he tasted you, or rubbing over your shoulders as he filled you - making you squirm again. He didn't say anything this time, merely raised a knowing eyebrow at you and kissed over your knuckles before interlacing his fingers with yours. As you stroked over his beard, you kissed the little bare patches either side of his chin. When you had discovered years ago that he wasn't happy with how his facial hair grew you had insisted on stroking it every chance you got to show him how much you adored it, and he had joked that the patches were your fault - a result of all the kisses you insisted on planting there. His moustache now, that was thick and full, and it suited him so very well. You loved how he looked when he shaved too of course - the man could have been a damn model. But there was something about his stubble and growth that set you off. Maybe it was the way it framed his beautiful jaw and full, pouty lips so perfectly. You ran your lips over his moustache, slowly back and forth until he couldn't take the teasing anymore and tilted his head to press a kiss to you.

You opened yourself to him gladly. His lips were warm and soft and danced gently over yours, forever hungry for you but knowing that you were there, that you would always be there for him. His tongue and yours met and slid over each other, softly exploring the other and never getting tired of doing so, no matter how familiar you now were. As the kiss deepened you straddled his lap, feeling his cock straining thick and full under your thigh, and you were unable to resist grinding down on him. He gave a deep rumbling noise of arousal within his chest and his hands came around your waist, holding you down more fully as he rolled his hips gently upward, giving you some of the friction your body craved but that your mind didn't want to be distracted by.

Time to take back a little control.

You sucked softly on his lower lip before you broke the kiss, making him sigh a small moan into your mouth, a moan which got a little louder when you began kissing down to his neck, ensuring that you nibbled his chin gently on the way as he so often did to you. The kitchen had been warm, and the slight salt taste on his skin was gorgeous, so much so that you couldn't resist interspersing your kisses with tiny licks too. You took your time, moving down one side of his neck to his clavicle before kissing back up over his Adam's apple, threading your fingers back through his hair and pulling his head backward to bare his throat more fully to you. He was already starting to become a little more desperate, more needy for you. The tendons of his neck were tensed in his efforts to allow you your space to do what you wanted and you could feel the effort it was taking him to stop himself from ripping down your shorts and flipping you over on to the bed. You liked that, feeling the power over him as you moved your lips ever more softly back up the other side of his neck until you reached his ear again. Your command of "Lie down," was met with a tiny keening sound from Frankie's throat. Huh, maybe this was a little bit of a dominance thing.

He lay back, his eyes big and soft and pleading as they raked your face. Smiling, you took his hands from your waist and brought them to your lips, kissing over the backs and his knuckles, then turning them and moving over his palms, feeling the callouses from years of handling weapons and tending to the mechanics of the machines he piloted. Every one was a marker of a time when he might not have come back from a mission and yet survived, and so you loved them all and rubbed your face cat-like against his hands before kissing along one of his index fingers. So engrossed were you in exploring the details of his beautiful hands, you had almost forgotten the rest of the man beneath you until he wriggled, his erection still straining painfully against his jeans and poking your thigh.

"Baby," he husked. "Baby..." You raised your eyes to him and his eyes were black, blown with lust and longing. You shushed him softly before daintily licking the tip of one of his index fingers, swirling your tongue around it and plunging it into your mouth to suck on it slowly. He exhaled shakily at the sensation of your tongue and mouth on him and the preview of what was to come. You pretended to ignore his desperation, and tried to actually ignore how turned on you were getting from his reactions to your touch. You ran your tongue lightly over his palm and to his wrist, nipping gently at the delicate skin before kissing a path up his forearm, delighting in the soft tickle of the fuzz there, and then leant down to run your lips over the muscles in his upper arms. Frankie wasn't a gym person, really. He helped Benny to train for his fights, yes, but he had never been the type to spend hours on treadmills and weights machines. But he had muscles for strength, not for show and when he flexed them some deep and primal part of you was always impressed by how big they were, though they weren't defined. He flexed them now as your lips moved over them, and you felt a hot little rush of arousal pool in your stomach. Apparently, he could tell because he groaned again. "I can feel you getting wetter. Please, baby. Please, let me touch you. I just want to-"

You stopped his words with a soft and passionate kiss. "I know what you want, Francisco," you murmured against his lips. "But I'm going to give you what you need."

"I need you," he answered in a low tone, bucking his hips more forcefully up into you. "Always, you." You gasped softly at the sensation of his clothed cock against you and your control slipped for the briefest moment. He swooped in, taking advantage by sitting up and kissing over your neck, muttering soft filth in your ear about how he was going to taste every part of you, make you come on his tongue until you were a mess, then fuck you over and over and over until he was seeping out of you. Your thighs clenched at his words, caging his hips and his own upper thighs ever tighter. Your eager response to his attentions had him smiling against your neck in between the kisses he was bestowing. He thought he had you, and he so nearly did. You were right on the edge of giving in to the temptation of him...

Time for drastic action.

You bit down on the meat of his shoulder, eliciting a hiss of "Christ!" from his lips. Immediately, your tongue soothed over the pink mark you had raised on his skin, and kissed across closer to his neck where you bit him again, marking him as yours, taking his taste more fully into you. His lips were now open and breathing hotly against your skin, groaning every time you sucked and soothed the marks into his shoulders and neck. Pushing him softly down against the mattress again, this time you followed him, continuing to bite over his chest until you ghosted your lips over his nipple, whereupon his hips thrust upward again. "Fu-fuck," he breathed. "That feels good, but also-" he squirmed under you some more as you licked him "-ticklish!"

Taking pity on him, you shuffled down his body until you were back to kissing and nibbling his chest and stomach, your fingers trailing lightly down his sides and feeling the ripples of his ribs and the muscles in between. As you nuzzled over the hair around his belly button, you raked your nails down the same path, gently at first and then a little more insistently, like you knew he liked you to do over his back when he was grinding himself on top of you and spearing you on his cock.

"Fuuuuck," he moaned again. "Baby, you're killing me. Please...please..."

"Please what, honey?" you asked coquettishly, raising your eyes up to his from your position over his stomach.

"Please," he repeated. "I just wanna touch you. Or...or for you touch me. I need you to touch me!" This last sounded like it was ripped from his throat and your arousal swirled within your belly again. He had never begged you to touch him like that before. Always it was him dominating, him leading the way even when you were the one initiating contact. He had reduced you to a pleading, sopping, incoherent mess on several occasions, but this was the first time you had heard a similar whining plea in his tone. It was completely intoxicating and you understood now why he loved to occasionally tease you in this way, to stretch out the pleasure until it had almost circled back into pain with how turned on you were.

"I'll touch you, honey, I promise. I just want to pay a little more attention here before I do. I love you. I love your stomach so much. I love this-" You trailed a dainty finger down the trail of hair that led south, making him whine a little again in his throat at your proximity to his cock. "I love how strong you are." A kiss under his belly button. "I love how beautiful you are." A kiss just above his belt buckle. "I love how hard you get for me." A soft kiss over his clothed cock and he exhaled sharply above you.

"Are you trying to make me come in my pants?" he asked, a ragged, desperate edge to his tone.

"Is that a possibility?" you asked, a gleeful smile on your face. Shuffling off the bed entirely, you knelt between his parted legs and traced the outline of his cock in his jeans with your index finger. "The thought of you coming in your pants turns me on, you know," you said, cruelly ignoring how his breathing kicked up a notch again. "I'm so wet for you honey. I love touching every inch of you..." Frankie sat up, wild eyed with desire and desperation, but you pushed him straight back down. "Nuh-uh, Mr. Morales," you murmured. "We aren't done yet." The clink of his belt as you undid it, and the rasp of his zipper as you pulled it down made your thighs clench together so hard that they shook, and you began to wonder if you were in danger of coming in your pants. "Lift up, sweetheart," you instructed softly, and tugged his jeans away, throwing them carelessly to one side to join his t shirt. He was wearing the tightest of boxer briefs, tighter still right now because of his enormous erection. Francisco was blessed. The biggest guy you had ever been with, yet it was never painful. Not with all the preparation he did to get you worked up before he pushed himself inside. You didn't want to touch his cock too much. If you did, it would be all over for both of you. You wouldn't be able to resist trailing your tongue over his heavy, thick length, teasing his tip, taking him into your mouth until you tasted the salty goodness of him spurt...

You tore your mind away from the desires you were stoking within yourself. Later. For now...you ran your nose softly down his length, breathing in the musky, masculine smell of him and tapped your tongue with the most delicate touch over the wet patch of pre-cum that was getting bigger the longer you were there. You raked your nails softly down his thighs as you did and this time his voice was hoarse and desperate when he spoke.

"I can't...baby...I need you...I need you...I need to see you!" This time when he sat up, you didn't stop him, just continued kissing slowly downward until the material of his boxers gave way to the coarse hair covering his thighs. His thick, strong, muscular thighs. A tiny moan escaped you too when you reached the muscle just above his knee and bit down gently on it, marking him there as well. "Come here," he pleaded, his eyes soft and welcoming.

You shook your head. "I'm not done with you yet," you insisted.

"What is there to love here? Legs? Feet? No, come here and I'll make you feel so good, honey..." His hips rolled, unconsciously chasing friction though there was nothing above his cock but the material of his boxers.

"Yes, legs. Yes, feet," you replied. "And your back. And your cute little butt...Are you going to let me do that thing again?" Frankie's eyes went wide.

"Ohhh I do like that thing," he murmured, his voice half a whimper and half desperate desire.

"I know," you breathed. "So no, we aren't done, Francisco. I told you. I want you to know how much I love every inch of you." As you spoke, you ran your hands down his muscular calves and took one foot in your hand.

"Seriously, though. My feet?" he asked, dubiously. "I would have had another shower if I'd kno-ohhhhh." His protestations faded into soft sighs of a different kind of pleasure as you began to massage the ball of his foot. His head lolled back on his shoulders as your fingers moved over him, all the way from his toes to his heel and back. "Fuck. Okay, yeah. I get it now," he groaned as you began to give the same treatment to his other foot.

You could see him visibly relaxing under your care, and it made you smile. "Did I ever tell you that I love that your second toe is longer than your big toe?"

His head rolled back to face you and he cracked one eye open. "That's a really weird thing to love about me," he replied in a falsely stern voice.

"I don't care." You kissed the top of his foot before placing it carefully back on the floor and trailing your fingers up the solid muscle of his calves again, up over his knees and thighs where you finally brushed your hand over his hot, ready cock and pulled softly at his boxers. "Take them off?" you asked sweetly, and they were discarded before the words were out of your mouth. He was huge, his tip dark red and glistening, and bouncing up against his stomach now there was nothing in the way. You couldn't resist. Just a tiny taste. As your tongue trailed softly over his balls, and his pubic hair tickled your nose he let out a low moan, his head dropping back once again. You carried on, giving tiny licks all the way up his thick, heavy shaft and the pitch of his moan changed, kept pace with how high you were moving over his cock until he emitted a delicate gasp when you carefully and deliberately licked him clean of pre-cum at his tip, tasting the tang of salt over your mouth.

"Francisco?" He seemed half delirious from your touch, fisting the sheets at his sides in his attempts to not fuck your mouth. He didn't respond. "Francisco," you called more insistently, and this time he looked up at you. "Turn over," you instructed. He held your gaze for a moment before he groaned and obeyed you, moving a little further up the bed and holding his engorged cock carefully against his stomach to avoid injury before pillowing his cheek on top of his hands. You straddled his hips and discarded your top before leaning forward and whispering in his ear. "Please don't come on the blankets," you murmured. "I don't want to waste a drop. I want you to come down my throat. Let me taste all of you-"

"Jesus Christ," he hissed. "I can feel your tits rubbing against my back. And you've got such a filthy fucking mouth. Sweetheart, I love you so much. What the fuck are you doing to me?"

"I told you, I'm showing you how much I love you."

"It feels like you're torturing me for your own enjoyment!" he exclaimed.

"Well...maybe there's a little of that too," you admitted. "Now how does this feel?" Sitting up, you began to knead the upper muscles of his back under your fingers and the heels of your hands. The remaining tension in him began to dissipate and he started to feel boneless under your touch.

" 'S-'s good," he mumbled into his arms. "Feels so good..."

"Just don't fall asleep on me," you joked.

"I don't think I could. I'm harder than I've ever been in my life. Well-" you heard the smirk in his voice as he continued "-maybe that time we went camping takes it."

"Mmmm...that was good."

"You want me to fuck you outside again, baby? Want me to take you under the stars?"

While he had been talking, your hands had moved soft and firm down his back and now you shuffled down between his parted thighs and gently bit the small but perfect swell of his ass, making him squawk in surprise. "I want you to fuck me everywhere. Every way. You know that. You know I love feeling you fill me up..." Frankie groaned under you again. "Can I fill you up, honey?" you whispered. "Wanna make you feel so good."

"Yes, fuck, yes," he said in desperation.

"And can I taste you first? Here?" You spread his cheeks gently and ran a finger lightly over his asshole.

"You dirty thing," he whispered. "Fuck, yes. Do...do whatever you want to me, sweetheart."

An irresistible invitation. You guided him into a kneeling position and then pushed down on his back so he was fully presented to you before gripping his cheeks firmly and tentatively probing your tongue against him and around him. This was not something you had done before, though he had already tasted every part of you. His breath came shakily and you could feel the tension in his thighs as you lightly pushed your tongue into him. "Christ...fuck," he whispered, those two words muttered under his breath over and over like a mantra as you slid one hand down over his balls and the underside of his length. He was already close to the edge, the trembling of his muscles and the slight sheen of sweat over his skin told you that. You loved this - exploring him in new ways even after all this time, bringing him slowly but surely to the peak of the pleasure his body was capable of, making him feel so damn good...Pushing forward, you buried yourself further into his body. It was obscene, the noise you ripped from him. A keening whine of pleasure and unfamiliarity and a deep desire for more.

"It's okay, baby, its okay," you soothed as you withdrew. Grabbing the lube from the bedside, you slicked up your fingers in preparation. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes," he groaned, his sweat-slicked curls beginning to stick to the nape of his neck and the tops of his ears. "Fuck, yes. I want you." You breached him, slowly but firmly moving in and out as your other hand held on to his hip to reassure him that you were there, you had him, he was always safe with you. "More," he breathed, "Please, more." You obliged, pushing your middle finger into him and passing softly over the spongy spot within that you knew would make him fall apart. He fisted the sheets either side of his head and let out a long, moaning sigh which almost made you come right there and then. As you moved softly but firmly within him, your other hand drifted around to his cock again, now drooling precome all over the sheets from its engorged tip. The sensation of his wetness all over your fingers was beautiful and you were having a difficult time deciding if you wanted to stroke him or lick your fingers. In the end, Francisco decided for you.

"Baby," he whined. "Fuck. Honey...I'm...I can't hold on...if you...oh god...please, please let me be inside you!" You pressed firmly inside of him once more before withdrawing, eliciting what sounded like half a sob from his throat.

"Turn over Francisco," you instructed. He did so, on the shakiest of legs and you kissed the tip of his wet, sticky cock as you bent to remove your sleep shorts, his precome briefly making a bridge between your flesh and his before you licked it away. "I want you inside of me too," you whispered as you straddled him, his cock bumping up against your entrance before he held it steady.

"I won't last," he warned, "Fuck, baby, you've ruined me!"

You smiled at his words as you sank down on to him. His head tipped back, the veins and tendons standing out on his neck once again, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes closed and the furrow deepening on his brow as he concentrated on feeling you surround every inch of him. "I want you to come," you told him. "I want you to feel so good. Fuck me, Francisco." He braced his feet on the floor and his hands on your hips and he rolled into you. Again, again, again, with increasing ferocity and power. Your head was swimming with the dual sensations of him plunging into you over and over, and watching his pleasure play out on his face. You could see he was still trying to hold on - keeping the most tenuous grip of his control over his body to prolong his pleasure as much as give you yours. But you felt it, you felt the moment where the thread snapped and it was impossible for him any longer. His beautiful, dark eyes looked into yours and you saw the fire and the longing and the deepest love within as he thrust more slowly, stuttering, fucking ever harder up into you before he came with a hoarse, wordless cry, his body's pleasure peaked and taut and flowing into yours.

The heated, slippery glow surrounded you both. The slow glide of his nose stroked down yours until your lips touched and he poured that golden adoration of what you had shared into you. His shaking hands becoming steadier as he grounded himself by massaging the flesh at your waist, his thighs ceasing to tremble as his heart rate and breathing began to normalise.

"I love you so much," you murmured, touching your forehead to his. "I love every single part of you. I hope you know that even more than you did before."

You could see his grin light up the space beneath you. "Oh I do," he replied. "And now, I want you to know how much I adore you." His hands began to slide up your body, his fingertips ghosting featherlight over your back. "Lie down, baby," he husked. "Let me take care of you."

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hanii-rose · 3 years

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Hi there! I would first like to say I’m a huge fan of both your art and your writing~ your posts make my brain release the happy chemicals ♡

If it’s ok I was wondering if I could request Garou with a shy s/o who works up the courage to surprise him by wearing lingerie?? (〃ω〃) only if you want to tho of course

tysm, ily!

✯Lingerie Fever✯

Garou × Fem!Reader

You stood in front of the pristine glass window of the only adult shop in your district, wishfully eyeing the beautifully assorted contents on the other side of it. The pretty little store mannequins stood proudly, in poses you could never pull off, wearing provocative attire, some adorning cuter variations while others had more sexy designs.

This whole situation was strange. People passed by behind you giving you strange looks as you wiggled anxiously near the store window.

You were too occupied to notice their stares, too invested in your own thoughts to care about your surroundings.

Your lover, Garou was out at work, earning a living for the two of you which left you home alone. With nothing to do but watch mindless television, you had opted to go for a little outing.

•••

You had gained an interest in intimate apparel on a lazy Monday, after your boyfriend had left for work and you stumbled upon a romantic advice blog while leisurely surfing the web on your laptop.

'How to Make Your Boyfriend the Happiest in the World!'

Having nothing interesting to do, you clicked on the link, intrigued by the title. The first few tips it gave were fairly ordinary.

'You can only touch a man's heart through his stomach!' or 'Men love complements on their hair and outfit'. Nothing too surprising came up, until you had reached the absolute end of the blog. Suddenly, you found yourself flustered at the blush inducing words on your screen.

'A man cannot resist a woman in erotic attire...'

That last little tip had sent you into a shameless daydream as you thought about it more and more. You? Dress up in sexy clothes for Garou? Was the room getting hotter or were you just overheating?

But the more you pondered on the shameless idea, the more it started to occur to you that the only time you ever dressed up for him was on Valentine's Day and even then it was just a cute dress or a pretty frock.

But nothing sexy...

•••

You squinted and stuck your tongue out, trying to read the price tags from outside of the store but had no luck. The numbers were way too small.

A clerk, while dusting inside the shop noticed your strange behaviour and ran over to open up the door. She watched you peculiarly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Uh ma'am, if you're looking for a set you should come inside. We have a lot to choose from!"

You jumped in surprise and frantically waved your hands in front of you, blabbing out no's.

"Ack- I uh, no no. It's ok! I was just looking!"

The shop lady smiled and gestured for you to head inside with her. Her brown bob bounced as she jovially explained.

"If you were looking, you were obviously interested. Come in and I'll show you some that'll really suit you!"

You gulped and hesitantly nodded, following the saleswoman into the store. Walking through the doors, your eyes landed on the exquisite bras and panties. You gasped quietly, unable to comprehend the sheer erotic beauty of all of them.

"A-a-are these...real?"

The woman chuckled at you, her hand coming up to stifle the noise.

"What a silly question! Of course they're real."

You scratched your neck, embarrassed at your naivety and lack of knowledge about erotic clothing.

"What's your name?"

You blinked a few times and shyly answered.

"O-oh, I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, how about you take a look around. I'll be right here behind the counter waiting for you when you're finished."

You shyly nodded, flashing her a small smile.

You took a deep breath, making up your mind.

'Ok Y/N! No more shyness! Just choose one you like! Garou will love it too...right?'

You shook your head and continued to observe the clothes.

A tall skinny mannequin with her hand on her hip, wore a black, lacy set, crotchless and sexy. A bit too sexy for you...

The one next to it, a shorter bustier dummy adorned a pink satin nightie, white lace around the edges but showed off too much cleavage at first glance. Whoa, that's a lot of exposure!

Another one that caught your eye stood in the middle of the room, a spotlight highlighting it's intricate features, obviously the most beautiful one in the store.

An adorable white baby doll two piece, satin bows and tulle flowers lined the tips, strings to tighten and loosen twisted up the front. Two innocent little ruffle crew socks came with the stunning set, perfecting it.

Your eyes sparkled in awe, your brain screamed 'this is the one!'

Your mouth agape, you eyed the pretty mannequin, looking for a price.

"This is your first time buying, isn't it?"

You broke out of your trance, turning to look at the saleswoman with a sheepish grin.

"Y-yes. I've never really had the um... interest in these sorts of things..."

"Ah, I see. Well, did you find the one you want?"

You nodded your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

You hesitantly pointed to the one you liked and spoke.

"I r-really liked that one. Is there one in m-my s-size?"

You could barely speak without stuttering, much too shy.

"Of course. You have good taste for a first-timer. It's pricey but worth it."

You took a deep breath and shakily asked for the price.

"That one's our latest model, inported all the way from (foreign country). It costs more than most of the other ones here."

You took in the information, still curious to see if you could afford it.

"It's 12000 yen. But I assure you, the price isn't the only thing that's high quality."

You slumped your shoulders, already defeated at hearing the cost of the pair.

"I-its so much for a bra and underwear..."

You whined quietly to yourself, dejected. Who would carry around so much money. You'd have to hit up an ATM somewhere, but the nearest one was four blocks away.

The day wasn't getting any brighter either and you'd have to be home before Garou to avoid any awkward questions about your whereabouts.

You sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"C-can I come back for this one next week?"

You bashfully played with your fingers while asking.

"Well, it's an exquisite piece, I'm not sure if I can hold it off for you for more than a day or two..."

She apologized but you assured her it was not an issue. Looks like you'd have to buy it earlier and hide it in your shared closet, at least until the time was right.

You had returned home a while back, changed into one of Garou's white t-shirts and began preparing for dinner. Garou had come home not long after you, completely oblivious to your little outing. You had decided against telling him, it would only lead to unwanted questions.

While stirring the curry pot, your thoughts went back to that stunning piece that awaited you in that lingerie store. It was so pretty, you wanted it now. Not just for Garou but for yourself as well.

As of now, Garou rested peacefully in your bedroom, so very tired from working so hard. He's the sweetest guy you'd ever met, well after you had gotten to know him.

To others he might look like a brute, scary and standoffish, but to you...

He was perfect. Flawed, but perfect.

Putting the lid back on and turning off the stove, you quietly made your way to where Garou slept, tip-toeing over and standing next to where he snored.

He looked so relaxed, it almost made you want to curl up next to him, but then nobody would eat that amazing beef curry you had prepared. You'd have to wake him up, you almost felt bad.

Nudging his shoulder with your hand, you tried pushing him to stir him out of sleep but he stayed snoring, turning around and hiding his face with his arm.

You internally groaned. This time you tried quietly whispering him awake.

"G-Garou... Garou, wake up."

He whined ruggedly, and shifted again turning back to you, still asleep.

"Don't you want dinner?"

He sleepily shook his head, too tired to verbally respond.

You rubbed your face with your palms aggressively. He's just so cute!

You looked at him with adoration, a gentle smile gracing your lips. He's not waking up anytime soon, might as well give him a little kiss.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you lowered your head downwards and placed a sweet peck on his cheek, giggling to yourself as you rushed to the kitchen to set the table and let your boyfriend sleep for a few more minutes.

You took out the silver forks and spoons, washing them and readying them to place on the dinner table next to the served plates of curry and rice.

"All this time we've been together and all ya' give me is a kiss on the cheek?"

Came a familiar voice, deeper than normal.

"O-oh, Garou! You surprised me..."

You whispered shyly, clutching the silverware closer to your chest.

"D-dinner, I mean... I made curry for dinner."

"Sit, I'll get you a glass of water..."

Garou seated himself down onto his usual chair and waited for you to completely get the table ready.

"That colour. It looks good on ya'..."

After shakily pouring water into Garou's jug and your cup, you finally took a seat, straightening yourself out.

"Thank you, Garou..."

You thanked, happy that he thought you were appealing.

"How was work?"

Garou shrugged, same old, same old.

"And you? What'd you do?"

You played with your food, pushing the curry around with your spoon, cutely shrugging, not speaking one bit.

"Yer' actin' awfully weird. Somethin' wrong?"

You shook your head and gulped nervously, shifting your line of sight from his face to your plate. Clearing your throat, you took a large spoonful and chewed, trying to avoid answering his question.

"Yer' so cute..."

Garou's voice retained its deep pitch, possibly becoming even lower than before.

"Ya' know, I just woke up so I ain't fallin' asleep anytime soon..."

You swallowed the mouthful and tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

Garou raised a brow, smirking.

"We could..."

...

After the realization of what he actually meant hit you, you snorted while taking a sip from your cup, falling into a coughing fit in your seat. As soon as the coughing stopped, you spoke, surprised at his suggestion.

"W-what? I-ok, uh..."

"We don't need'ta if ya' dont wanna..."

You calmly shook your head and reached over the table, placing your petite hand over his.

"N-no, I mean we can... that sounds, that sounds good..."

You bashfully confirmed, smiling, avoiding his gaze.

"Well then, start chewin' faster cus' once I'm done, there won't be any time to finish yer' food..."

Your flushed, your body becoming hot as you fidgeted in your seat.

You took a deep breath of air before pushing open the glass doors, entering the building.

That morning, after Garou had gone off to work, you picked up your keys and your purse, running to the bank to withdraw just enough money for the lingerie piece you liked.

Today, you were going to buy it!

You had been prepping yourself up for it since last night, thinking about how much better the night would've been if you had worn something like that. Not that it wasn't amazing without it, it was. With Garou, it always was, but you wanted to contribute to his pleasure too!

You spotted the woman from before and slowly walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder.

She looked up from her leaning position over the cash counter, took out her earbuds and cast you a knowing look.

"So, you're here for the set I presume?"

Nodding, you fidgeted, shyly smiling in excitement.

"Thought so..."

The woman led you to the changing rooms and you followed.

"So your partner, what're they like?"

"W-well, he's very strong and cool..."

You shyly twirled your hair, while walking, going deeper into the store.

"And...he's really handsome and c-cute."

"He's also smart... sometimes..."

The saleswoman chuckled and halted in front of the changing room door.

"Sounds like a catch."

You chuckled softly. Yes, yes he is.

"I'll bring some sizes and colors over, tell me which one fits best and we'll pack it up, kay'?"

"Thank you. You're so kind..."

"Don't mention it."

The woman promptly left to go fetch you every variation of the babydoll set, and you excitedly tried on each one.

After going through what seemed like thirty different colours of the same piece, you finally found one that suit you just right, and it was in a colour Garou actually appreciated you in.

You absolutely loved it!

You stood near the register, happily paying for the lingerie. The woman proceeded to securely pack it for you, chuckling at your eagerness.

"Stay confident in this piece, it really suits you!"

She pumped you up, giving you a boost of confidence that you really needed. This feeling was so amazing, like nothing could ruin your day!

It was so empowering!

Is this how men feel?

Vigorously bowing, you thanked her for her service and enthusiastically pushed open the shop doors, exiting the establishment.

A couple of days had passed since you had purchased the fine piece of clothing, hiding it meticulously at the very back of your closet, where Garou could never find it.

You contemplated whether tonight was an appropriate time to wear it. It was a glorious Sunday and Garou had come home an hour ago from mingling among his colleagues. The boys had held some get-together today and he was invited, acting as if it was something dreadful but secretly, you knew he was excited to have friends.

Garou laid under you on the bed, sprawled out, taking up most of it. You laid on top of his chest facing him, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.

"Garou, did you have fun with your friends today?"

He gave a single affirmative nod.

"What did you guys do?"

He shrugged, explaining bluntly.

"Sat around with a case of cola at the bridge..."

"Had a drinking contest, which I won."

Obviously.

"No one can finish five cokes in ten seconds like you can."

You could feel Garou smirking as his arm around your waist got tighter and his free hand came to squeeze your cheek.

"You know it, sweetheart..."

He left an airy kiss at your temple and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I missed you a lot today."

You sheepishly admitted, burying your face into his chest, revelling in his scent.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya' either..."

✯✯✯

You lifted your head to face him, interested in what he had to say.

"Believe me when I say I was itchin' to come home..."

Oh, his voice just lowered in tone. You gulped.

"All I could think about was you under me."

"Y-you're just saying that!"

Garou chuckled, his chest shaking under you as he did so.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you like teasing me!"

He snickered, pulling you into a make-out session, tongue and all.

Before things could get too heated, you sat upright on his belly, hands pushing on his chest to keep him down.

Now would be the perfect time to show him the lingerie...

"What's wrong! Not feelin' it today?"

You shook your head and carefully got off of him. You opened up your wooden closet, slipping out the plastic bag that contained the special clothes.

Garou quirked a scruffy brow, confusion evident on his chiseled face.

"What the hell are ya' doin?"

You didn't answer. He'll find out soon enough.

"W-wait here, please..."

Garou obeyed your timid command and waited, sitting up at the edge of the bed, hunched over.

A considerable amount of time had passed and Garou pondered on whether to go look for you. What's takin' so long? Did you faint or somethin'?

You stood in your bathroom, adorning the dazzling lingerie, checking yourself out in the tall standing mirror. You thought you looked pretty good. You hoped Garou would appreciate you too...

Heaving out a nervous sigh, you anxiously strode back to your bedroom, stopping in front of the doorframe.

Garou heard your shuffling footsteps and looked up, eyes going from bored to shocked in a matter of seconds.

"Wha-what's all this?"

His voice sounded light, fluttering almost. His eyes stayed wide and shimmering and mouth hung open. Garou's cheeks began turning warmer, a darker shade than usual, catching your eye.

You shyly fidgeted near the door, fingers nervously twiddling in front of you.

A smile graced your features and Garou outstretched a hand and you placed your palm in his. He pulled you closer to him to see everything in better detail. You stood in front of his seated form holding his hand.

"I, I thought you'd like it so I..."

You murmured softly, glancing at his face to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I do. Ya' look...."

He bit his lip, looking you up and down. His free hand circled your hip, admiring the intricate lace that hung around your panties.

"...I can't say."

His hand glided over your stomach, fingers wrapping around the cup of your designer bra.

"Feels so good to touch."

You turned warmer, shuddering at his fluttering brushes.

"I-I want you t-to touch me..."

A meek sigh left your lips as he squeezed and rubbed your breast, his other hand keeping you still by your thigh.

"C'mere."

You gently sat down next to him, the mattress springing as you did. Bringing your fingers to his lips, he kept his nose pressed against them.

"This is a dream..."

"Yer' a dream..."

Garou's eyes watched as the netted flowers at the edge of your bra tickled your skin. He observed curiously, your movement, the shudders and mewls as he held your shoulder closer to him, squeezing and massaging your chest.

Your own fingers glazed over his semi-erect bulge and Garou groaned in satisfaction.

"It's been so long since we last did it..."

His statement prompted a chuckle and you replied.

"It's only been a few days..."

Garou's cheeks darkened even more and he wittily responded to your claim.

"A few days too many."

He kissed your neck, slowly trailing downwards until he reached your exposed shoulders, nipping at the soft flesh.

"Yer' too much for me."

He expressed everything lightly, his voice a mere whisper in your ears.

But, as if a switch had been flipped, his personality suddenly no longer remained tooth-rottingly sweet. Instead, emerged a growl from his throat, after which he let the most obscene words leave his mouth.

"Yer' tits look so good that way..."

He kissed the exposed surface of your breast, his eyes immediately darting to yours to capture your reaction.

You sighed in pleasure, his kisses and touches becoming more lewd each second.

Now, he sounded serious and much more domineering.

"Damn, those panties are too small for yer' ass!"

You took everything with humility, accepting his shameless complements.

It wasn't until his last statement that you felt really embarrassed.

His voice commanded you, instructed you deeply and slowly.

"Now, get on that bad and don't move until I get back with the camera..."

✯✯✯

Safe to say, Garou was really pleased with you that night. The two of you had gone at it till the break of dawn and now laid peacefully in each others embrace. Garou had stopped at nothing last night, having you so close in the clothes you were wearing just for him.

He had thought you looked absolutely ethereal in that babydoll piece, looking so innocently sexy. It was enough to keep him going for hours without end.

The two of you had definitely explored each others intimacy that night, broke some limits but enjoyed each other nonetheless.

After that experience, Garou demanded more and you happily provided. He couldn't get enough of you.

••End••

Bonus:

Garou carefully eyed the extravagant sets of garments lined up in front of him, some bolder and some more modest, all with different patterns and sizes. Holding a plastic bag containing your tasteful set of lingerie, he treaded deeper into the shop to look for a new one for you.

He wondered which one would suit you, pondering on the idea that you would want a sexier variation this time.

The establishment he walked through was the only one in his city, a rather renowned one at that. He didn't even know a store like this existed where he lived.

For now, he remained confused on which one he should get. They all seemed good and he thought virtually anything looked good on you. He was so lost in thought, it took him a while to notice someone had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

A saleswoman stood behind him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, got anything like this but in this exact size?"

She asked him familiar questions about his lover and he answered shortly, somewhat annoyed at her prying.

The woman smirked, showing him almost all of the lingerie that the store had, especially the ones that would look good on you.

By the time Garou was done looking through everything, he had already found one he really liked and was in the process of purchasing it at the front desk.

The same woman kept a constant smirk on her face while scanning, removing the tags and packing the clothes up.

Garou hurriedly thanked her and pushed open the front door of the store, ready to depart.

Just then, a voice from behind him spoke out, making him turn his head with surprised eyes and a pretty pink blush on his cheeks.

"Say hello to Y/N for me!"

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Ahhh, finally it's out. Now, I sleep. Nah jk I have other ones to finish ಥ‿ಥ

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dolcezzasfantasy · 3 years

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your opal eyes

summary | you and bucky decide to go on an impromptu road trip

pairing | bucky barnes x reader

word count | 3.5k

warnings | fluff, innuendoes!, slight mentions of ptsd, mentions of 13 reasons why (the book)

notes | listen to ivy by taylor swift! the title is derived from the lyrics haha i really hope someone got that

you walked into your room to see bucky staring out at the window. you walked over to him.

'whatcha doin?' you said, passably imitating vanessa from phineas and ferb.

bucky flinched at your voice. 'hey, i didn't hear you coming.'

'i'm sneaky,' you said, pointing at the socks you were wearing. you had started wearing socks around the house so your footing wouldn't give you away anytime you were in your husband's vicinity.

'right,' he smiled.

'what are you looking at?' you said, gesturing to the window he had staring out of.

'the cars. roads,' he said. 'the monotony calms me down.'

'have you been reading poetry again?'

'no! well, maybe a little,' he laughed.

'you need to stop stealing my books.'

'hey, i asked you about that in our vows! you agreed.'

'i'm almost completely certain you didn't, and even if you did, vows don't work like that. you can't agree to something.'

'you agreed to be my lawfully wedded wife,' he smiled, throwing his hands up.

'touché,' you chuckled.

he turned back to the window. 'what would you say if i said we should go on a road trip?'

'i would ask you if you were alright.'

'why?'

'it's just not very characteristic of you to want to go on an impromptu road trip. besides, it's 80 degrees out.'

'maybe i'm having a craving.'

'i don't think cravings work like that,' you laughed.

'let's do something impromptu. it could be fun!'

'with the kids? jesus, bucky,' you placed the back of your hand on his forehead, 'are you alright?'

'i know it's not like me, but steve's been asking me to get out more,' he said, taking your hand in his own, 'and maybe it could be good.'

he gave you his puppy dog eyes. god, you hated those. you simply couldn't resist saying no to him when he did that.

'alright,' you conceded, 'i'll tell the kids.'

'well, actually,' he smirked, 'i was thinking we could go together. alone. you know, a couple thing.'

'what are they gonna do?’

'we'll drop them off at sam's.'

you smiled. 'our anniversary isn't for another month, you know.'

'i know. i just think we've gone too long without some quality time together,' he said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

you looked up at him. his eyes were lit up in hope.

'oh, alright. i'll tell the kids, you call sam,' you instructed.

'yes ma'am,' he nodded.

🍃 ☀️ 🍒

you knocked on your daughter’s - rebecca - door.

‘it’s open,’ she said from inside.

you stepped in.

‘hey, have you seen your brother around?’

‘grant’s in the kitchen.’

‘right, thanks,’ you said. ‘also, can you just trot on downstairs to the living room real quick? i need to tell you something.’

she narrowed her eyes at you. teenagers. ‘alright.’

you walked to the kitchen to find your elder son, grant, bent over the counter, scrolling on his phone.

‘why come into the kitchen if not to eat?’ you said.

he hummed, without looking up.

‘grant,’ you said, your voice louder this time.

he looked up. ‘what?’

you didn’t bother repeating your sentence. it was a bad joke, anyway. you didn’t want a teenager’s commentary on it.

‘meet me in the living room.’

‘now?’

‘yes.’

he pouted. ‘fine.’

you sighed and headed into the living room to find rebecca sitting there, texting. she looked up when you sat on the couch adjacent to her.

grant sat down one seat away from her.

‘are you pregnant?’ rebecca said.

‘what?’

‘are you pregnant?’ rebecca repeated.

you narrowed your eyes incredulously. ‘what are you talking about?’

‘what are you talking about?’

‘rebecca, i’m not pregnant.’

‘you sure?’ grant asked.

‘what brought this on?’

‘you sounded serious.’

you sighed.

‘i’m not pregnant,’ you said.

‘are you and dad getting divorced?’

‘what?’

‘you are, aren’t you?’

‘no, we’re perfectly fine! why are you making these assumptions?’

‘you sounded far too firm,’ grant admitted.

‘are either of us in trouble?’ rebecca said.

‘rebecca. grant. nothing is happening. i’m sorry i was firm.’

‘you weren’t that firm,’ rebecca shrugged, earning a dirty look from grant.

‘can i please say what i have to say now?’

they nodded.

‘your dad and i are going on a road trip.’

‘what?’ they said together. not quite in unison, mostly overlapping each other, but together and at the same time nonetheless.

‘yeah. tomorrow, probably. we’re dropping you off at uncle sam’s house.’

‘why aren’t we accompanying you?’

‘grant,’ rebecca said, almost as if she was hinting at something.

‘rebecca, no,’ you said when you saw grant gag.

‘i’m just making a guess,’ she shrugged.

‘we just feel like getting out could be good for the two of us. that’s it.’

‘is that all?’

‘yep,’ you said. ‘i recommend packing your bags for a couple of days.’

‘how long have you been planning this?’

‘grant, we’re not betraying you,’ you chuckled.

‘might as well be.’

you laughed.

on that note, bucky entered the house.

‘hey,’ he said, taking his cap off.

grant and rebecca headed to their respective rooms after waving to him.

‘how’d they take it?’ he asked.

‘they’re okay with it,’ you said. ‘what about sam?’

‘he was more than happy. said he might need the practice for when his daughter turns 12 next year.’

you smiled at him. your eyes darted to the box he was carrying in his arms.

‘is that a six pack?’

‘maybe,’

‘buck, it’s a road trip. we’re the ones driving.’

‘I know. just… assigned driver and all that. plus, i can’t get drunk,’ he beamed.

‘doesn’t change the fact that you’re gonna be drinking and driving.’

‘who said i'm gonna be drinking and driving?’

you raised an eyebrow at him.

‘maybe you can take the wheel towards the end,’ he suggested.

you took the six pack from him.

‘there’s still a lot of planning we have to do,’ he said, changing the subject.

and so the two of you planned. you decided you would travel from Brooklyn to Penn Yan, stay at one of the hotels there and return the next day. simple enough.

chaos ensued the following morning. between rebecca trying to dry her hair in time, grant trying to pack last minute, bucky leaving to fill the car with gas and you making breakfast for the drive, the house was filled with chatters.

after an eventful hour filled with chaos, the four of you were in the car ride to sam’s place. sam and his wife, jules, had a daughter. sam and jules would babysit for you and bucky in your early years of marriage when you needed some time off. your kids had grown up since then, and you could leave them alone at home for short periods of time. you and bucky in turn would babysit their daughter too. their daughter, pamela, was a witty girl and fun company to have.

soon enough, the car reached sam’s place. as grant was getting out of the car, he said, ‘i’ll miss how clean this car was.’

‘grant,’ you said as you bit back a smile. bucky was chuckling.

once they got out of the car, you smacked his arm. ‘don’t laugh.’

his laughter ceased, but left a wide grin on his face.

‘it’s not going to happen,’ you asserted, keeping your eyes on the road.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw bucky’s gaze snap to your face. ‘why not?’

‘it’s an expensive car.’

he sighed. after a few seconds of silence, he said, ‘at the inn, though?’

you chuckled softly. ‘you’re insatiable. unquenchable.’

‘that’s a little extreme.’

you turned to face him.

‘maybe a little,’ he accepted in defeat.

🍒 🦔 ✨ 🍐 🍄 🍂 🌳

bucky had been driving for an hour and a half when you decided to make the first pitstop. it was at a cafe that doubled as a library.

‘perfect,’ you muttered in awe, as the two of you entered the place.

bucky had his cap on, which elicited stares from strangers. it was second nature for him to wear it every time he was out, in an effort to conceal his identity. the identity he had let go of years ago. you had tried to tell him that people were not going to see him as the winter soldier anymore, but deep down you knew that there were always gonna be people like that. your countless reassurances weren’t seemingly enough to stop him from wearing long sleeve t-shirts and caps. he’d even wear gloves if he could get away with it.

you didn’t tell him to take the cap off; you knew how important it was for him. you knew how badly he wanted to conceal the part of him that had committed all those killings all those years ago. no matter who told him, he still wasn’t ready to believe that there hadn’t been some part of him - no matter how small - that hadn’t been responsible for all the crimes. you let him wear the cap, because you wanted him to take his time.

you firmly gripped his left arm and squeezed his arm as if to say, i’m here for you. he gave you a small smile.

the two of you found a table in the corner. the waitress there almost immediately came up to you to ask for your order.

‘uh, i’ll take an iced coffee,’ you said, with a smile. there wasn’t a menu, so you hoped for the best.

‘i'll have that too,’ bucky said.

‘two iced coffees,’ the waitress - named amanda, you noticed - said as she noted it down on her notebook.

🧃 🦕 🌷 🌸

you sighed after taking the first sip of your iced coffee. ‘heavenly.’

bucky laughed. ‘is it really that good?’

‘it’s the best i’ve ever had. and i’ve had a lot.’

‘i’ll take your word for it.’

you eyed the shelf near your table. it was filled with books, but one in particular caught your attention.

‘wonder,’ you whispered, with a smile on your face. ‘this was my favourite book as a child,’ you told bucky.

‘what’s it about?’

‘kindness.’

you handed him the book, and he read the synopsis.

‘beck and grant should read this,’ you said.

‘it’s that good?’

‘i have impeccable taste, barnes,’ you teased.

he laughed. ‘you do, barnes.’

‘i’ll order it online once we reach home. you can read it as well.’

‘isn’t it a children’s book?’

‘it has lessons we can all use.’

he nodded and downed the remaining coffee in his cup.

‘interesting,’ he told you.

🍄 🧿 🌿 ⚡️ 🍒 🧃

the next pit stop you made was two hours later, at a restaurant. it was late afternoon, and it was the closest place for lunch.

it was a retro restaurant, you noted. there were old posters for nancy sinatra, elvis presley and the likes. there were booths everywhere, a bar at the far end of the restaurant and wooden floors.

it wasn’t populated. there was one family of three there, and a couple other than you.

you and bucky took a seat in one of the booths in the corner. the waiter there placed two menus on your table. as you were skimming the menus for something you might ant to eat, you heard someone humming to the music.

you looked over your menu. ‘are you humming?’

he smiled at you. ‘it’s the ink spots.’

‘who?’

‘they were a band.’ in the 40s, you assumed. ‘it’s a good song.’

you were happy to see him happy.

i don’t want to set the world on fire

i just want to set a flame in your heart

you saw him mouth the words to the song, smiling. it probably brought back cherished memories, ones he’d shared with those he lost. steve had told you bucky was a charmer back in his days, happy no matter what. your bucky wasn’t much different, the only difference being that he took more time to show that side of him. you loved him, with all of your heart, nevertheless.

the two of you decided on burgers. it was the only thing that seemed to be available.

🌱 💿 🕊 🌈

another hour later, and bucky and you reached the inn you had planned on staying at. the day was nearing its end, and it was getting dark.

the inn had a soft golden glow - no bright lights - and you liked that. there was a soothing aura to it.

bucky went over to the reception to ask for the room keys, while you admired the paintings in the lobby. you had always been interested in art. you recognised many of the pieces. there was ferruccio scattola’s la festa del redentore a venezia. another one you noticed was marianna foster’s moonlight over the ocean. you realised ivy by taylor swift was playing softly in the background. your heart did a little backflip.

bucky came over to you with the room keys in his hand. ‘got ‘em.’

you followed him to your room.

as you and him unpacked the backpacks you had brought, you said, ‘this place is perfect.’

‘yeah? glad you like it.’

you smiled. ‘there are paintings and taylor swift, and—’ you found your favourite brand of tea bags in the tray in your room, ‘—oh.’

‘cherish it,’ bucky laughed.

‘you bet i will,’ you said, as you looked for more pretty things in the room.

bucky and you napped for an hour before the alarm you had set on your phone rang.

dinner, it read.

‘mm, what?’ bucky’s voice came. it was hazy and adorned with sleep.

you got up and ruffled his hair. ‘we have to go down to eat dinner.’

‘can’t we just call it in?’

‘room service isn’t available for dinner.’

he sighed. ‘what’s the point of a hotel then?’

you laughed. ‘come on, lazy.’

you reached the dining hall. there was a chandelier in the middle of the room, couches in each corner, not many people. all of the people that were there, though, were in sleep clothes. you and bucky weren’t wearing pjs, but you weren’t wearing fancy clothes either. you were wearing a loose hoodie and baggy jeans, he was wearing a red sweatshirt and jeans.

‘this place is very snug, isn’t it?’ he remarked.

you dragged him to one of the couches. it seemed you could choose to eat dinner there. there was a table right in front of it, and two chairs to finish the set.

you picked up the menu there. ‘look, soup,’ you pointed out.

‘you know, i didn’t think it’d be possible to find someone that had an older soul than me,’ he laughed.

‘when people say impossible, they usually mean improbable.’

‘i read that somewhere.’

‘i’m gonna let you figure it out yourself.’

he chuckled. ‘i’m going to use the restroom.’

you hummed.

a man that seemed too well dressed to be a waiter walked over to your table. you looked up at him. there was something familiar about him - a distant memory that was out of your reach.

‘y/n? y/n y/l/n?’

‘yes,’ you said, narrowing your eyes in confusion. who is he? ‘i’m sorry, do i know you?’

‘it’s me, ralph! ralph adams. from high school, remember?’

oh no, you thought. ‘ralph!’ you feigned excitement.

he took a seat on the chair across from you. ‘i’m the manager here. lucky coincidence my company sent me this week.’

‘oh,’ you said, your cheeks now hurting from how fake your smile was.

‘so, tell me all about it!’

‘about what?’

‘it’s been forever,’ he placed his hand on your arm, ‘tell me what’s been happening in your life!’

‘right. em, i’m a professor at nyu,’ you said.

‘what do you teach?’

‘literature.’

‘fun!’

‘yeah.’ you craned your neck and spotted bucky exiting the restroom. you heaved a sigh of relief. at least this is going to end.

‘so tell me more, where do you—’

‘hey, sweetheart!’ you exclaimed once bucky came.

‘hi,’ he eyed ralph, ‘i’m sorry, do i know you?’

‘no,’ ralph got up from the chair. he probably didn’t want to mess around with a guy with a build like bucky’s.

‘this is ralph. we had a dated for a month in high school,’ you told bucky.

‘right! she told me about you once.’

‘yeah,’ ralph said, eager to leave. you suppressed a giggle.

‘i’m her husband,’ bucky said.

‘that’s interesting.’

bucky narrowed his eyes at him slightly. ‘yeah, i suppose so.’

‘anyway, i don’t want to interrupt.’

‘oh no, by all means, stay.’ you heard the sprinkle of sarcasm in bucky’s voice, but you doubted it was all that apparent to ralph.

‘no, no. that’s fine. i have, uh, other stuff to attend to. you know, manager stuff.’ and he scurried away.

‘who was that?’ bucky asked.

‘ralph. high school ex.’

‘how come i’ve never heard of him before?’

‘he’s just,’ you sighed, ‘not a memory i like to revisit.’

‘what happened?’

‘well,’ you started, ‘he cheated on me with my best friend, dumped me after i gave him a second chance, and the likes.’

bucky gasped. ‘jesus christ,’ he muttered.

‘yeah, well.’

‘i knew high school was bad, but i didn’t know it was this bad.’

‘you’d be surprised. did you read 13 reasons why? that’s more about isolated incidents, but it should give you an idea of worst case scenarios.’

‘no, rebecca scared me out of it. she told me it’d traumatise me.’

‘she would’ve been right.’ you let out a mirthless chuckle.

after a few seconds of silence, bucky said, ‘was he trying to hit on you?’ he seemed to be on the verge of a laugh.

‘is it that hard to imagine me being hit on?’ you teased.

‘no, not, it’s not you. i’m just wondering how he had the audacity after all he did.’

you chuckled. ‘me and you both.’

‘well, good thing i stepped in.’

‘it’s a privilege i’m reaping,’ you said with a smile, ‘having married a super soldier and what not.’

he threw his head back and laughed heartily. you enjoyed being able to make him laugh. you enjoyed seeing him happy. maybe an impromptu road trip was a good idea, after all.

⚡️ 🍒 ⛓ 🎞

the next day, after you and bucky had decided to take off after breakfast in the hotel, you went down to take some croissants up to your room. it was a fancier breakfast than you would eat daily, and you jumped on the chance.

you headed to the dining hall which had a buffet laid out on the desks. you were relieved when you saw the hall was mostly empty. it was seven in the morning, and people probably didn’t want to wake that early on a sunday.

you had lifted seven lids before you found the croissants. you contemplated for a second whether it would be alright to bring chocolate croissants. after a moment of pondering, you decided you were on vacation and deserved some chocolate.

you were trying so hard not to drop even a single crumb of the croissants you were loading onto your plate that you didn’t notice when a certain someone entered the hall.

‘y/n!’ you flinched at the sound of his voice, and dropped the prongs you were using to take the croissants out. you found yourself wishing for sensitive hearing more than ever.

‘ralph,’ you said, making no effort to hide the discomfort in your features. ‘you again.’

‘yep,’ he said, with the same obnoxious smile he had given you all those years ago, before dumping you on your birthday. ‘you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.’

you half scoffed, half laughed. mostly scoffed.

‘what time are you leaving?’

‘uh, we haven’t decided yet,’ you lied. you didn’t know why.

‘hmm. i see you’re taking the croissants.’

‘oh, yeah, i’m sorry. I’ll bring the plate back after we’re done.’

‘it’s no problem.’ his voice was sickeningly sweet. it sounded like a layer that was hiding all the malice and unpleasantries that lay beneath. ‘is your boyfriend still with you?’

‘husband,’ you corrected.

‘right, of course.’ his eyes travelled to your fingers. ‘trouble in paradise?’

‘what?’ you looked down at your finger. you must have taken your ring off before your morning shower and forgotten to put it back on. probably because you were too distracted after. a small smile found your face, but you bit it back before ralph could notice. ‘oh no, don’t worry about it.’

‘are you sure? if something’s wrong,’ - his hand reached your shoulder and slid to your arms - ‘i’m always there.’

you shrugged his hands off. ‘i promise, nothing’s wrong.’

you felt his gaze linger on you for a minute before someone entered the room.

‘hey, i—’

bucky. you smiled.

‘you again,’ he said. he walked closer to you. you saw ralph subtly crouch. ‘you forgot your ring,’ he said, handing it to you.

‘right, thanks.’

‘well, i should go,’ ralph said in a small voice. as he was walking away, bucky gave him a glare that only seemed to fasten his pace.

‘he bothering you again?’

‘nothing i can’t handle,’ you winked.

he smiled at you. ‘ooh, chocolate.’

‘yep.’

✨ 💿 🍄 🌿

back in the car, it was a smooth 4 hour drive. you drove the whole time.

‘help me understand why a super soldier needs a seat belt,’ you said after 15 minutes of driving.

‘general safety,’ bucky responded.

you shot him a puzzled look. ‘i’m not that bad at driving!’

‘you’re not bad,’ he gulped, ‘you’re just fast.’

you scoffed. ‘unbelievable.’

‘eyes on the road,’ he laughed.

‘you’re gonna be on the road soon,’ you muttered under your breath. that just made him laugh more.

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sadlyjustexisting · 3 years

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Trevor Philips x Female!Reader

This is my first fic ever and i somehow decided to start with smut,i'm sorry if there's any mistakes/weird wording english is not my first language.I would love to get constructive criticism,thanks for reading!

Buy me a coffe!<3

Warning/Content:smut,riding,blowjob,use of the word "bitch,whore and slut" and a man wearing a dress

I knocked on that old trailer door,just to find out it was open

"Trevor?Where are you?We were supposed to meet up,like half hour ago!"i shouted

"Relax woman i was sleeping"a sleepy voiced come from his bedroom,i turned around and i went cold.He was wearing a dress,that has a leopard print and was pink and black and only his socks(as far i could tell).I never saw him wearing a dress and i have to say he looked hot

This is not the time to think about that!You're supposed to be mad at him!

I recomposed myself and said

"Dude!We were supposed to meet up!What the fuck?"I crossed my arms

"Sorry,i was sleeping baby,you know how this is!I had a lot of to drink yesterday and somehow i manage to get this dress,does it suit me?i bet it does"he smirks

I hate him but it does suit him

"Okay,put some regular clothes and let's go" I was going to leave the room when his voiced stop me

"Ow that's it?you're not gonna get mad at me for making you wait like other times?"

"I'm sorry?" I was not in the mood,i needed to leave before i get on top of him and ride him all day long

"You hear me,what are you gonna do?Punish me?Spank me?"I open my mouth to answer but no words came out,Trevor looked at me and laughed.That bastard

"Ohh you should have looked your face"he laughed some more"It's always so funny teasing you (y/n)"he turned around and i got a hold of his wrist,he looked at me with a shocked expression

"Is that what you want?" I asked,leaning closer till his back hit his dresser "You want me to spank you?Not letting you cum,till you become a good boy?" Now he was the one lost for words,i was smiling and i took a step back till i hear the tiniest moan and that made me stop

"Please,i wanna be a good boy for you"

Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck

So this is really going to happen? I took a deep breath and said

"Well then let's get started" Before he could said anything else,i kissed him.We started using our tongues and he didn't fight for dominance

What a good boy,i thought

Sadly we had to break to kiss,i opened my eyes and i saw him looking at me with his eyes full of lust.I started kissing down his neck,i could hear some whimpers coming from him till i stared sucking on a spot there and he moaned

"P-please"

"Please what baby boy?You want me to make you feel good?" I let go of his neck and started to kneel.I pulled up his dress to find out he wasn't wearing any underwear,i could feel myself getting wet just by looking at his cock "My my,you weren't wearing anything?What a naughty boy you are.Were you wanting for this happen?What a slut you are" I took his member in my hand

"I-i'm such a dirty slut,i have been wanting this to happen for years" He looked down at me and i smirked a little.I moved my hand up and down plumbing his dick and he made some delicious sounds.His dress started to fall down so i had to put it down and "hide" myself in there

I give him some kitten licks so i could taste him and put my mouth around his member,i hear him hiss and i move my head.While i was sucking his member i also started to play with his balls but i had to stop or else he'll cum in my mouth and i don't want that(at least for now)

I gave him a last lick and i stood up,Trevor was a mess,his hands we're trying to hold onto something so he doesn't fall,he opened his eyes to look at me

"What did you stop?I was enjoy myself" I lifted an eyebrow and he shrink "I'm sorry ma'am" He looked down,i lifted his head so he could look at me

"If you want a reward you have to be a good boy,understand?I'm the one in charge here not whores like you" His eyes got bigger and licked his lips

"I understand ma'am,i will be good" I softly smiled and i kiss him again

"Bed"I whispered between kisses,once we got there i pushed him down so i could be on top.We broke the kiss and he tried to take off his dress,i put a hand in his chest

"Nono this stays on baby boy,i never said to take it off"He gulped and nodded.I started to remove my shirt and my bra,while Trevor was just looking at me

"Can i touch you,please?" His voice was so tiny that i couldn't refuse

"Go ahead baby" He put both of his hands in my breasts and started to play with my nipples.I moaned and thrusted a little to create friction.I ripped off his hands of my breasts and got up,Trevor looked at me confused and a little bit of disappointed

"Relax baby,i'm just taking off my jeans.Eager are we?I wouldn't be surprised,you bitch,you're always thinking about doing it,right?" I took off my jeans and my panties and climbed back on top of him.

I lifted his dress,while i sat i massaged my clit and then i put two fingers inside me

"Mmmm this feels so good i wish it was your cock"I open my eyes to look at him,he touched my wrist and i slapped him with my free hand "When i tell you to,you touch me,if you keep behaving this way you're not going to get your reward" I stopped playing with myself,took his cock and pulled it inside me

"Ohhh fuck" Trevor moaned,oh god how i love that sound "You're so tight ma'am"

I stayed still for a few seconds trying to adjust and then i moved.Slowly first,just to savored the moment

"You like that slut?You want me to move faster?" He nodded "Use your words baby boy"

"Yes please" I kissed him and started to move faster,up and down,up and down

"Look at you,being a mess just for me,what a whore you're.Wearing a dress,who knew Trevor Philips was such a sub bitch" He couldn't talk,just nodded "Are you close baby?"

"Y-yes" He grasped the bed sheets with one hand and the other took a hold on my waist,i abruptly stopped "Why did you stopped?" He pouted,he fucking pouted

"What did i told you?To not touch me unless a say so,maybe you're a bad boy and don't deserve any rewards" I looked down at him,i started to lift myself off him

"Nononono please,i'm gonna be a good boy,the best ever" He sounded so impatient and desperate and i was so needy for him,maybe next i'll punish him,i just nodded

"Just this once i'll let it slide but don't do it ever again" I moved again,faster this time,i played with my clit to get more friction

"I-i'm close" Trevor said

"Me too baby boy,let's finish together,okay?" I rided him for a few more seconds till the sound of his voice moaning my name made me cum with him.He stayed inside me while we tried to catch our breaths

"Oh wow,i didn't know you had it in you" I looked at him and he had a huge smirk in his handsome face.I tried to move out of him but he took my waist with both of his big hands "No,can we stay like this?I like having you this way" He looked away while saying the last part,i smiled and went to kiss him

"Sure" I said

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@hell-is-where-the-party-is you convinced me.

This is: Dean tries to give himself top surgery in a motel bathroom.

TW: gore, performing surgery on yourself, dysphoria, mild suicidal ideation

Disclaimer: DO NOT DO THIS. THIS IS A HORRIBLE IDEA DO NOT DO THIS. (I am not a doctor so I don’t even know how bad of an idea this is, I used my imagination and some research.)

For the record, Dean knows this is a bad idea. He does.

"Okay, okay shit. You can do this. Fuck." he mutters, shaking his hands out and hoping some of the nerves will go with them. They don't, which is just his fucking luck. He shoves his jeans to the floor with his socks and hesitates. Okay, boxers stayed on. He can afford to ruin a pair of boxers. Better that than be totally exposed when he does this.

His first top layer comes off easy, the second less so, but he takes it off too. Then he pulls off his sports bra, wincing a little at the tenderness. When you wear a sports bra all day every day, no matter how comfortable it was when you first put it on, it cuts into you like your own personally molded armpit knife after a while. And then he is shirtless, and he is actually doing this.

"You can do this, Dean." he doesn't even wanna look down. "A little bit of pain, and then you never have to do it again. Flat chest. How it should be." he lets himself imagine it, just for a second. Opening his eyes and leaning in to look in that dusty mirror and lifting up his shirt to see smooth, flat skin looking back sat him. Fuck, it's a dream. "Okay, damnit."

Dean crawls into the tub and braces his back against the grimy wall. He'd done all the boring-ass research he could, the musty medical textbooks suddenly seeming a whole lot more interesting with a goal in mind, sanitized all the surfaces even though there were decades of motel living caked under the alcohol coating. A swig of whiskey for luck, a belt in his mouth so he doesn't bite his tongue (or scream, he can't wake Sammy up), and he starts.

"Lidocaine spread to all affected areas," he chants to himself quietly. His voice is too fucking high. "All affected areas," he corrects with an artificially lowered tone, squeezing his eyes shut. He can do this. Hell, he's helped his dad hunt, he's seen dead bodies and he's done his share of patching up his dad's injuries. He can do this. He waits until he can't feel the poke of his knife against his skin, then takes a breath. "A few minutes of pain and then- and then- you're fucking free."

Dean plunges the knife into his skin. It hurts immediately, the lidocaine not enough, blinding fuckin pain, but he tears across with his knife before he can think about it, a jagged line on his left. The blood pours down his stomach and soaked into his boxers, and Dean is crying like a little girl. He can hear his own sobs through the belt, but he keeps going, because he started this. A similar line on the other side, and more blood. Dean isn't one to get woozy at the sight of blood, but seeing so much come out of him makes him feel like he is going to die in this dingy motel bathroom. He digs the knife in and saws, feels himself biting into the cheap leather of the belt. Better to die having tried to live.

What medical textbooks can't tell you is how the fat grips onto the skin, onto the muscle, and tearing it away isn't like sawing it off a piece of raw chicken, because every pull tears at your core like you're ripping your chest to ribbons. His chest fights to stay on him, and he fights to cut it off.

"Dean?"

Dean swears and blinks the tears out of his eyes so he can see. He's not done. He's not close to done. "If you gotta pee, do it somewhere else!" he shouts, voice muffled from the belt hanging from his lips.

"Dean, are you okay?"

Sammy sounds so small. Dean swears. He can't die in this filthy-ass tub. He can't do that to Sam. He can't leave him with their dad and the memory of finding his big brother in the tub with one tit lying in the drain. "Great, fucking, go-" he tries to take the next chunk off while he's still talking, to distract himself from it. It doesn't work. He faints. It's only for a few seconds, but a few seconds are all Sam needs to get worried enough that Dean can hear his stupid small little feet running on the thin carpeting.

"Dean!"

Dean doesn't know what Sam expects him to do. He doesn’t know what he thinks is happening in here. "Sam, I'm fine, please don't-" his voice is too weak to reach across the three feet to the door, let alone beyond.

He knows he's only got a few seconds before he blacks out again. He can see it building on the corners of his vision, black spots turning to clouds. So he rips at his flesh viciously, like it's something that's not him, because it's not, and because he can't live with it anymore. It's a tumor and it's clinging underneath his skin and his tears aren't because of the knife but because of the desperate need to get it out.

"Dean," Sammy gasps. He's jimmied the lock because of course he has, and he's standing there with his spindly pre-teen body, eyes big as the moon. "What did you-"

"What does it look like, Sammy," Dean mutters weakly. The black threatens to overtake him, but he tries to stay above it for Sammy. He winks out once or twice, but he tries.

"Dean, we gotta- we gotta get you to a hospital." Sam breathes, worry seeping through his every gesture. He tugs the knife out of Dean's hand, which lets go too easily, and he prop's his big brother's head up. "Dean, look at me. Look at me. You're gonna be okay, okay? We're gonna go to the hospital and they're gonna fix you up-"

"No, Sammy, please, we don't have the money, and Dad doesn't have the- the time, we'll get CPS called on us, no Sammy, no hospitals,"

"Dean, you've lost blood. You, you're cut up pretty bad." Sam's voice shakes. He tries to take in the damage.

"What if they… what if they try to put it back?" Dean whispers, his voice creeping into the high register he hates as his throat closes up in fear and tears. "Sam, please, I can't,"

Sam's crying too now. The kid's fucking terrified. "Okay."

"Just- gimme, gimme the knife." Dean hates to say it. He doesn't want the slick knife back in his hand or the roiling pain back with every saw.

Sam doesn't give him the knife. "You're in too much pain."

"Well no shit, I cut my fucking chest open!" He tries to sit up to take the knife from him and gasps so hard the belt falls from his mouth.

"Dean, this isn't working. You'll never get through it," Sam's voice takes on that hard tone that a 12 year old just shouldn't have, the one that reminds Dean he's more capable than he or his dad give him credit for. He's problem solving. He lays the knife down on the tile and pushes himself to his feet. "I promise no hospitals, but you have to let me sew you up."

Dean shakes his head. It makes him dizzy. "No, I'm not done."

"This won't work, Dean! Fuck!" Sam covers his face with his hands. Now that he's cussing, Dean knows he's serious. "Bobby. We'll get Bobby to help. He's dug bullets out of Dad before."

Dean bites his lip. A bullet in a shoulder is a lot different than fat out of a chest, but to be fair, Dean's had even less experience. And to be honest, no more pain sounds pretty good right now. "Promise?"

"We'll start driving tomorrow."

John's still a state over on a hunt, and he's alone, which means he'll spend at least three extra days there getting drunk off his ass. It could work. "Okay."

Sam lets out a relieved breath. "Okay good."

"Then hand me the bottle on the counter."

Sam picks up the white pill bottle, any prescription long since rubbed off. "What is it?"

Dean grins a nervous lopsided grin. "Percocet?" Pretty easy to get on the road, if you knew who to go to. And hunters always did.

Sam just shakes his head and throws it at him. He leaves and comes back while Dean dry-swallows the pills, holding floss and their stitching needle. Dean silently thanks any sorry Greater Power out there that he doesn't have to sew himself up with the fishhook he'd snagged for the occasion. "Hold still." he commands, and it's dumb the way he's so young and so demanding at the same time. Dean would make a joke but he for once doesn't feel like being a smartass, so he just leans against the tub and focuses on the feel of the plastic at his back, tacky with his sweat.

Sam helps Dean shower after that, letting him lean on his shoulder as he stands next to him full clothed and lets the water wash the blood down the drain. It's only when he's putting Dean in bed that Dean actually talks again. "Hey bitch," he mutters, flapping his hand. Sam returns to his side, still eyeing the stiches to make sure he doesn't rip them out. So far, they've held. "You'd make a pretty good nurse."

Sam rolls his eyes and squeezes Dean's hand. He knows that's his way of saying thank you. "Shut up and get some sleep, jerk."

"Yes, ma'am."

It's the only time Sam can remember in his whole childhood that Dean lets him drive Baby without even trying to argue that he can make it to Bobby's himself.

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