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To All The Boys I’ve Hurt | 001

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴄᴀʀʟᴏs sᴀɪɴᴢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄʜᴀʀʟᴇs ʟᴇᴄʟᴇʀᴄ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: “ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ 19. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇꜱᴛ ɢɪʀʟ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ. ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ? ɪ’ᴠᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ. ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ, ᴏʜ ᴡᴇʟʟ.”

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ sᴇx, ʜɪᴄᴋᴇʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ-ʏᴏᴜʀ-ʜᴏᴍɪᴇs-ᴇx, ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ sᴘᴀᴡɴ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴄɪᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“I think the worst heartbreak I’ve had was when I was 19. There was this girl, which I still think is true, that was the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I thought we were in love, you know? I’ve seriously pictured marrying her despite how young we were. Don’t know what happened though, she started pulling away. Then everything went back to normal for a while and things were never better. Then she broke it off. Took me a pretty long time to get over her but, oh well.” Charles had told, taking a sip from his beer among the rest of the men in the group.

The f1 drivers had all come together to a little get-together. It was close to 12 in the morning and the men were all drinking and had gotten to the conversation of exes. Many had shared the cliché high school sweetheart or childhood lover but when Carlos turn came, he had nothing to share. Listening to the stories made him wish to never get heartbroken and so far, he hasn’t. Love never came to him the way it did to the others. He’d only ever known lust. The ‘magic’ one would feel when in love was unknown to him. This doesn’t mean he had no partners in his life time, he just wasn’t in love with them.

“I’ve never been in love. Yet. So I guess by default I haven’t been heartbroken, you know?” Carlos says nonchalantly. The other drivers shared a look between them and continued drinking their cold beers. Carlos furrowed his brows, “What?”

Charles is the first to speak. “There’s no way.” He absentmindedly says. Charles’s back is turned away from the rest of the group as he gets up from the couch to head to the fridge. He pulls out another beer and opens it.

“Swear. I mean, sometimes I wished to have that kind of love but you know, if it happens it happens. I just personally don’t think I’ll be heartbroken over someone.” As if Carlos had said something funny, the group erupted into laughs. Carlos had felt like a little boy confused at the joke adults made.

“Trust, man. They’ll be some devil spawn girl to make that happen for you. You just got to meet her.” The words roll off smoothly out of Charles mouth yet Carlos had difficulty understanding. For a second Carlos thought about what he had said, letting a silence fill the room.

“How’d you meet the girl that broke your heart?” Carlos asks, wanting to learn more. If he learned all the signs of what a ‘devil spawn girl’ looked like, perhaps he could learn to avoid those types of girls. Carlos fixes his eyes on Charles, with his legs spread and hands in between.

Charles takes a deep drink of his beer and sets it on the coffee table. “You know it was hard to miss her? She was just like those model girls on Instagram, but acted nothing like them. You know? It was like seeing someone so perfect you just got to ask them on a date. I remember the first time I saw her. It was summer and she was at this one marvelous beach in Monaco sun tanning, or something. I was by myself at the time, just walking around, and then I gathered the courage to go up to her and start off a conversation. It was the easiest conversation ever, im telling you. It was like I’ve known her for years. One thing led to another and soon enough she was my girlfriend, even though I never officially asked her. I guess that was the first mistake I did. I just assumed we were both exclusive? The more I thought about it, I wondered if the reason she started pulling away was because she noticed I was acting as if we were. Guess we’ll never know though.” Charles had said, rather melodramatic.

An audible groan arose from one of the drivers, Max. “This is so depressing. Can we please stop talking about heartbreak?”

The group erupts into chuckles, “How did this topic even come up?” One of the drivers says. The topic then switched to something more lighthearted and the night was continued smoothly. Throughout the new topic of conversation, Carlos couldn’t stop thinking about what Charles had said. For some reason, he couldn’t fathom a girl so beautiful he’d have to stop and attempt a conversation. Perhaps this was because Carlos laid more on the anti-social type. Still, he wondered if he’d ever meet a girl like that. If he did, he’d definitely stay away. Carlos mindlessly drifted away from the conversation the rest of night, drinking his cold bitter beer and occasionally giving a fake laugh when others would.

Days passed since that night and the topic no longer held reign over Carlos’s mind. It was the day after the singapore gp, he had landed pole position and had never felt better about himself. Still in Singapore, he drove his exotic car around the city and viewed many tourist spots. He’d been in Singapore before, for races. One of his favorite tourist spots was the gardens by the bay. It had not been particularly popular that day, with only a few tourists and natives here and there. Only a couple had recognized Carlos and asked for a picture. His main attention was placed on the beautiful flowers and plants that were beautifully grown and taken care of. The architectural structure of the greenhouses had been elaborately designed when building. The glass panels held barely visible led lights that produced a vibrant purple light when night came. As he wondered around the greenhouse, a person behind him accidentally stepped on the back of his heel, almost causing his shoe to come off.

“I’m so sorry.” A soft voice called out as Carlos began to turn around. Maybe it was the soft glow of the purple lights. Or maybe it was the flowers around that had made you look so bright in his eyes. Nevertheless, for a moment Carlos was stunned.

“Uh- no it’s fine.” He gave a tight lipped smile. You stood in front of him so beautifully- what was the word, beautiful? No he had already said that. Perfect? You’d certainly fit his standards of perfect. It was then he took in your full appearance. You wore a slimming long sleeve shirt, tucked into your beige plaid skirt; black sheer tights underneath along with black combat boots. He stared at you for a second, that seemed pretty long, before blinking himself out of his trance.

“Well, have a good day!” Your kind voice tells him, giving a small smile along the way. You began to walk away, admiring the colorful and blooming flowers.

He follows you, catching up to you and setting place in your side. You walked side by side as he asks, “Are you visiting Singapore or just visiting?”

“𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘴�� 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

Despite all the alarms ringing in his head, he can’t help but make conversation with you. All the times he’s thought about what Charles said he was certain that he’d walk away, and pay no attention to the ‘devil spawn girl’ flashed through his mind. Yet he couldn’t find the strength to walk away from you. He’s only known you for a few second yet, he was certain you were his devil spawn girl.

“Just visiting. Next is Japan. My cousin just graduated college and as a reward, his parents gave him the money to travel and attend to all Formula One gp’s this year. I have no interest in it, really, im just here to accompany him.” You explained, gracefully walking along the paved floor in the greenhouse. Carlos was barely able to his smirk.

“Oh really? What team does he root for?” Carlos asks, never taking his eye off you.

“I think Redbull. Big fan of Verstappen.”

Carlos cringes and almost laughs. Redbull had performed rather poorly this qualifying race. He imagined the face on your cousin as they watched from the stands. “Heard they had poor results yesterday.”

“Yep. My cousin moped about it to me for hours. She told me some guy from Ferrari took the pole position.”

Carlos laughs, “Yeah. Sorry about her moping to you, sounds awful. What’s your opinion on Ferrari, anyway?” He said, attempting to get more information out of you. Maybe he imagined it or maybe he didn’t, but for a second you froze.

Continuing like normal, you shrugged. “Don’t really mind them, they’re just a team, you know? Fun fact, actually, a few years ago I used to have a thing with one of the drivers. Wont say who though, haha. Basically, he just assumed we were dating. Out of no where. Never even asked me the big question, so I just stopped seeing him.”

Carlos’s heart skips a beat. He knows this story already. He knows he should stop talking to you. But he just can’t. So he lies, “Oh. That’s kind of weird.” He winces, did he really just say that? Talk about being 2 faced.

“Yeah, I dunno but he seems to be doing good now.” You replied, unaware of the thoughts racing through Carlos’s head.

You looked so beautiful though. He couldn’t just not ask you out on a date. He had to make you his, officially. He wouldn’t make the same mistake as Charles.

“Sorry, I have to go now. My cousin has plans with me this afternoon. It was a pleasure meeting you!” You smile wide enough that your dimples show and it nearly makes Carlos collapse.

Carlos reaches to grab your wrist, preventing from leaving. “Wait. You said your cousin likes formula one. How about the next gp, you join Ferrari’s paddock. I kind of work for formula 1 and have access to extra passes. Would you like that?”

Your smile widens, “Oh my god, yeah of course! What’s your number? She’ll be so ecstatic, no matter the team.”

A small bubble of pride built up in the stomach of Carlos as he types his digits in your phone. You part ways, and a while after you left Carlos returns to his hotel. He swoons when you text him first and he spends no time responding back.

+323-286-2641

Hey! This is the girl you met at the greenhouse. I never caught your name?

hi!! my names carlos, yours is?

You respond with your name. Carlos can’t help but think about what a beautiful name you had. He still can’t believe fact you even gave him your number. Girls like you have thousands of men on their knees. The type to have a guy tattoo your name on their arm. The type of girl to have well-known celebrities in your dms. He knows you know you’re beautiful. However, he promises, in the swarm of guys infatuated with you, he’d be the one to treat you the best. You guys text back and forth for nearly two hours. Just like Charles had said, it felt like he knew you for years. Conversations went by with ease and delight.

Feeling bold, Carlos asks to FaceTime. It didn’t take long for you to respond, agreeing, and Carlos can’t help but feel victorious. You answered, laying on your bed with your hair slightly messy and out of place. You looked absolutely adorable. The two of you began to talk and you had told him your cousin canceled plans to some Redbull event. You didn’t bother to go and waited patiently in the hotel. Carlos frowned.

Carlos debates against himself. His heart pounds as he asks, “Do you want to go out, have some fun?”. He cringes and expects rejection.

“You know, I’d actually like that! I might lose my mind in this hotel.”

Carlos laughs. He tells you, be ready at 8, and you obey. Carlos had picked a bar/restaurant. It was the type of place to have gourmet meals yet a large bar. Knowing whether it was a bar or a restaurant was difficult. He already been blown away by your beauty and so when he picked you up and saw you in a tiny red hunched up dress, he had to hide the tightness in his pants. Many women, though you weren’t like many women, were impressed by his shiny and lavish car. However, you showed no reaction to his. It makes sense that you were used to guys with fancy cars, after-all, it takes money to have a beautiful lady. He’s quick to open the door for you and when he settles into his seat he tells you how gorgeous you looked. You laughed and in return said, you don’t look to bad yourself.

Carlos felt small standing next to you. NeverMind the fact that he was absolutely towering over you, he still felt like the musty guy who managed to impress a goddess. He wore nothing too extravagant, just a white button up shirt with black slacks and dress shoes. He saw many eyes turn to you as you enter red the bar/restaurant however, you remained blissfully unaware. So he thought.

You knew you were beautiful. You had your fair share of guys tell you. As you grew up, you learned to finesse your beauty into getting whatever you wanted with ease. You were plenty of men’s dream girl and so you did what any girl did to take advantage. It’s a world ruled by men, yet in your world, you ruled the men. Carlos pathetic excuse of a car didn’t impress you. You were accustomed to luxury. Many snobby men that don’t have it all, think one thing would have you dropping your panties in a whim. You weren’t bound to anyone. It was harder for guys to impress you. Being flown out, sent extravagant gifts, and designer bags was a daily thing for you. The both of you left the dining area and walked over to the bar. The more you talked, and the more alcohol entered your system, the more you found yourself enjoying Carlos’s company. He wasn’t a snobby man, you could tell. As the both of you were talking, a well dressed man made his way over to you.

“Hey! It’s you. Good to see you.” He says, completely ignoring Carlos’s existence. Carlos felt a large amount of annoyance and protectively placed his arm around you waist.

“Oh, hey! Nice to see you again.” You say, aware of the emotions Carlos is currently feeling.

The man introduces himself to Carlos, “Woah. Just wanted to say I’m a big fan, man.” Carlos’s ego enlargers and feels dominance over the man.

“Always nice to meet a fan.” Carlos fakes a smile and shakes the man’s hand. The man leaves, presumably back to his own date who looked agitated.

Your full attention is back on Carlos, “Are you a celebrity or something?”

“Something like that.” Carlos doesn’t know if he should tell you he’s a driver for formula one. He knows certainly about your past with Charles and even though it seems like it might not be a big deal to you, it was for Charles. Carlos wondered if you had truly hurt him the way he described. You just don’t seem like that type of person.

After a few drinks enough to get you tipsy, the two of you decided to head back to the dining area. It took a while for your orders to arrive, but when they did boy did they make your nostrils pleased. Tasteful looking steaks were served to the both of you. The sides contained mainly collard greens and mixed vegetables. Carlos had also ordered a bottle of wine that was too expensive and too hard to pronounce. The two of you talked in between your meals, sharing more and more about your life.

You finished your meals and by the end of the day, you admit you had a pretty good night. Not to mention, Carlos looked so pretty tonight. His light curly hair sat nicely in a comb over and with the sleeves of his white button up rolled up and for a moment you wished you didn’t share a room with your cousin. He opened the door to his car for you like a true gentleman, and you couldn’t help but blush a little. Laughs were shared on the ride back to your hotel.

Each moment Carlos spent with you, he felt more and more like a bad friend. Guilt was consuming him but the thing that made everything worse was that he didn’t care. He felt happy with you. Despite knowing you for such little time, he was already wrapped around your little finger. Much like others. He wasn’t exactly like others, though. He didn’t want to drive you back to your hotel. He wanted more time to see that amazing smile and face.

However the time came, and you were thanking him for taking you out. The two of you smiled and held eye contact. You looked up at him with your big eyes and dazzling smile. You leaned in and he didn’t hesitate to kiss you. To him, he felt like the world had stopped moving. Your lips were his newfound love. He felt that as if he’d been deprived of your touch or love, he’d start a world apocalypse just to feel them again. In your perspective, the kiss was good. You had worse. There was nothing much to say about it.

You gave him a smile and waved goodbye, shit even your wave is pretty, he thought as he watched your frame walk into the hotel to ensure you got in safely. He turned and walked back to his car. In no time, he reached his hotel room.

He tosses and turns in his bed yet you still can’t leave his mind. He hyper-fixes on your beauty and recalls every interaction with you. He remembers how you looked at him before the kiss. Your big sparkling eyes stared up at him, as if he was your world. You surprised him when you kissed him. He was surprised he didn’t get hard that moment, yet thankful for it. He kept imagining what your lips would feel like again. He wondered how’d you look pressing your lips somewhere else. He groaned, the aching in his pants becoming quite painful. He palmed himself with his eyes shut, feeling dirty and guilty. He unzipped his slacks, freeing his aching member from the imprisonment. He rubbed himself slowly, imaging you beneath him, teasing him. His stomach felt tight and pressured as Carlos pumped himself faster. His head began feeling heavy as Carlos pumped himself with even more speed and dedication. Images of you writhing below him flashed through his mind like core memories. He imagined your sweet doe eyes looking back up at him with his seed spilling out of your mouth. With a final pump, white hot liquid oozed out of him. More and more pulsed out of him as he gave a sigh of relief and relaxed his body. After the post-orgasm bliss, he cleaned himself up and slept peacefully at last.

The morning after he decided on sending you a good morning text with light pink hearts. Today he had a meeting with his team on their results for qualifying. He dressed himself in a simple outfit. A branded Ferrari shirt with their sponsors and some straight black jeans. Every five minutes or so he checked his phone, wondering if you’d texted back. He tried to hide his disappointment when he saw the contrary.

Carlos tried to listen to the directors and team principals but he couldn’t because when he tried too, his mind always landed back on you. He suddenly felt his phone buzz and when he looked, his heart soared at your text. It was a simple message, really.

her

good morning, mi princesa! 🩷

good morning :)) how’d you sleep?

Reminders of what he did last name in your name paused him in his tracks. Nevertheless, he quickly replied to your message.

Amazing. I had such an amazing time with you, would you be open to doing it again?

haha, I had a good time too. I’d love to do it again but, I’m heading to Japan for the next gp this evening :/

Me too! Maybe we can hang out there. That reminds me though, I’ll send the passes later. What time do you leave for your flight?

You’re so kind! I leave at 6.

In a few minutes I’m gonna be out of this meeting, want to meet up so I can give them to you?

Im down! You know where I stay, let me know when you’re a few minutes away.

Carlos subconsciously began to smile at his phone, unaware of the certain monegasque that had noticed. The meeting had ended and as Carlos made his way to the exit, an arm reached out to grab his.

“What’s her name?” Charles smiles knowingly. Carlos is too stunned to speak. For a moment, he had forgotten all about Charles and his past with you. How long could Carlos hide this from his teammate?

“I-uh im not sure why that matters.” Carlos stutters under the immense pressure, almost folding.

Charles laughs at the stuttering mess of Carlos, “Whatever mannn. Just remember what I told you.” Charles winks at Carlos before leaving the room.

Carlos felt so much pressure amongst his shoulders. He was beginning to grow tired of hiding stuff for the sake of keeping you in his life. Yet, he still found his way heading to the team principals office.

He knocked and once he gained permission, he entered the office. “Hey. Was wondering if there was any extra paddock passes for the next gp?”

“Carlos! Congratulations on pole position. Uh, check that cabinet over there. There should be a few.”

Carlos made his way over to the cabinet, taking out 2 paddock passes before saying his goodbyes and entering the garage.

her

Hey, just got out of the meeting. Should be at your hotel in few minutes.

okay :)

Roughly estimating, it took him 29 minutes to arrive at your hotel. He had called you down and like you done before, you sucked the breath out of him. You wore a pretty pink sundress with white heels. Suddenly, he forgot why he was here. Yet as you stood in front of him, only a few feet away, he scrambled to his pocket and handed over the 2 passes to you.

You’re smile was enough to brighten up the whole city. “Thank you so much!” You exclaim, reaching on for a hug and tightly squeezing his body. His arms were laid loosely around your waist. If he spent all eternity in those moment, he’d be the happiest person ever. However, life wouldn’t be life without change.

So when you let go from the hug, he felt a small ache in his heart. “You know, I still have a few hours until my flight and my cousin isn’t at the hotel. Want to have some drinks and come in?”

Carlos nearly leapt at the opportunity, “That sounds amazing. Of course.”

His smile was adorable. You wondered if he knew exactly what he was getting into. He seemed too sweet to ruin. You held his hand and guided him through the hotel. He was probably internally freaking out, you thought. You scanned the keycard to your room, and opened the door to your room.

The mini fridge inside the room was filled with those tiny one-shot vodkas and so you grabbed as many of them as you could and threw them onto the bed. Soon enough, the both of you have gone through about half of the one-shots and were now giggling about each others ex’s. About half of the stories you told him were watered down versions of what actually had happened. For example, this one guy, Mark had chased after you, while you were inside of a cab because you had broken up with him.

The truth was, you robbed his 25 carat watch and he had only just realized as you were in the cab. Guess some guys really don’t have as much money as they say. This was when you were much younger and naive, though.

For the most part, Carlos had a relatively normal background of exes. No crazy girl still messages his phone, unlike you who has to deal with random men claiming they knew you. Maybe they did though, you suffer from bad memory so you don’t really know. The both of you rolled into your sides and stared into each others eyes. He had stopped laughing, and you knew he was about to kiss you.

His lips maneuvered through your lips, capturing the essence of your beauty. His lips were plump and soft. Instinctively, you grabbed his curls and moved yourself on top of him. With each second, the kiss deepens and begins to threaten to turn into something more. You grind into him, and in an instant he groans with the friction. A switch inside of him his flipped and he quickly turns into someone else. He flips you over, and he stares down at you. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, mi amor.” You couldn’t help but laugh. He really doesn’t know what he’s getting into.

“I could say the same thing to you.”

In a flash, he removes his shirt, revealing his amazingly fit body. His slacks stay on, revealing a kink of yours you didn’t know you had. His large hands reached over to the tiny straps of your sundress dress and pulled it downward. Your breasts were revealed instantly and you thanked yourself for not wearing a bra. You hear Carlos breath shudder as he runs his hand over your cold perky breasts. His mouth charges an assault on your tit, sucking and nibbling your breast like starved man. Your hands are on his back pulling him closer towards you whilst leaving red marks on him. Your hands aim for his hair, your fingers getting lost in his curls.

A growing sensation aches your core as you feel yourself producing your juices. The clink of his belt undoing anchors you to reality and for a moment you wonder, should I ruin other women for him?

You whine, tugging at his waist as he scrambles to take off his pants. You begin growing anxious by the second. It felt like a blur waiting for Carlos to align himself to your entrance, yet you felt pulled back to the world when you felt the tip of his girthy pink head in you. You moaned out to him, begging him for friction. He remained still however, and cupped your cheek.

“Why do I want you so much?” He quietly asks himself as his eyes dwell in yours.

You look at him in a loving way before responding, “You shouldn’t, my love.”

An unrecognizable expressing flashes in his face. He ignores what you’ve said, wanting to get rid of the possibility of you hurting him from his mind, and begins thrusting into you. His waist gives you compassionate yet powerful thrusts. His hips roll in a way that makes his dick hit every one of your perfect spots. Your nails scratch the nook of his neck, in pattern that’s unique to you and only you. You pull him closer and closer, until his head is rested on your neck. Despite the close proximity, his thrusts stood sturdy and rough.

A large pillar of pleasure bubbles in between your thighs with each thrust.

One

Two

Your brain nearly melts at the roughness of his thrusts.

Three

Within milliseconds, you feel your inner core squeeze around shift and release your liquids on him. Carlos seems to fold under the added pressure. He lets out a gasp, and begins to thrust faster inside of you. He’s chasing his own high and it doesn’t take long for him to reach it. In a flash, he pulls himself out and comes all over your sundress. He pants, almost lost in his own breath. He can’t bring himself to lay next to you. He stays staring down at your lustful eyes. You pull his head closer, sucking on the skin by his neck. You wanted to leave bruises. To let everybody know that it was you who ruined Carlos.

Carlos lays for a moment beside you, with an arm wrapping around your body and his head nuzzled in between your neck. You began to absentmindedly play with his curls, not knowing the effect it would have on Carlos.

Within a few minutes, he was out. Barely audible snoring left his mouth and you debated whether or not waking him. However, your cousin was almost here. Cold heartedly, you decided on waking him up. You press small kisses on his head while lightly shaking him.

“Carlos. Baby, wake up.” You whisper in his ears, brushing the curls out of his face.

“Hm?” He says. It’s obvious he’s not fully awake. He’s automatically replying despite not knowing a single word your saying. You decide to shake him harder.

“My cousin’s almost home. Baby, wake up.” You see that this has more of an effect on him. He sits up, rubbing his eyes and blinking the brightness away.

He notices your appearance. Messy hair, flushed cheeks, and stained dress. He fights a smirk. He fixes himself first, brushing his hands in between his curls and puts his attention back on you. He stands up from the bed, looking down at you as you sat still. Your big doe eyes sparkled under his gaze and before you knew it, he cusped your cheek and pulled you in a passionate kiss. “Te amo, mi amor. Vas hacer mi esposa.” He whispers on top of your head. Though you have no idea what he said, you felt the passionate vibe that radiated from his words.

You watched as he left, almost pitying him. This was the moment the rest of them fell, hard. You tidied yourself up, taking off your stained sundress and replacing it with a neater outfit. You brushed the edges of your messy hair and replaced it with a smoother texture.

After 20 minutes or so, your cousin opened your room door. You wondered whether you should surprise her with the paddock passes now, or later when the gp came. Though, you weren’t exactly good at keeping secrets.

“Guess what I have.” You smiled at her, holding the passes behind your back. Her expression held a certain type of confusion. You let a few moments pass on. Your cousin wasn’t the type of person to actually guess. She’d wait until you actually told her. You slowly revealed the passes to her, eyeing her along each second that passed. She slowly read the words until a shocked expression spread to her face.

In an instant she shouted, “How! Where did you get these!”. Her reaction only reminded you of her young age. She wasn’t a minor, but to you she’ll always be the little 5 year old girl who lived for race cars. She pulled you into a hug, knocking you onto the bed behind you. It only took her a moment to realize where the passes were too.

“These are Ferrari passes. I mean, I don’t mind. It’s a paddock pass. But, you need to tell where you got this from.” She looked at you in awe. You’ve always known she looked up to you. Who wouldn’t? You were beautiful, had plenty of men on their knees, and got what you wanted no matter the cost.

“I met this guy. His name is Carl- No, Carlos. He said he worked for the team or something and had access to extra passes.” You stated, not aware of the importance.

Her face fell. “Carlos!? Whats his last name? Was it Sainz?” She shouted, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you frantically to the point where you were left dizzy.

“What? I don’t know, I never asked.” You replied, trying to ease your head ache. You watched her scramble to her phone, roughly typing into google like a madman. In an instant, she pulled up a photo of the man you’ve hung out with.

“What? How did you get that?” You asked your cousin, in confusion. The man you had recently had sex with was in front of your screen, in a weird red uniform branded with all types of logos. Your cousin nearly fell into cardiac arrest. She thrusted herself awkwardly around her bed, shaking and violently screaming into her pillow, why not me?!.

You frowned at your weird cousin, debating calling 911 on her. However, she regained her cool and casually composed herself together. You watched her take deep breaths.

“What are you gonna do when they find out about each other?” She asks to which you give her a confused reaction. “Charles? Remember him? You know they’re teammates right?”

You ponder a moment, attempting to remember the man. Suddenly, the memories hit you like a brick wall. The memories were fond, yes, but ultimately boring. “They’ll work it out. It’s not like I broke his heart.”

Your cousin backs off, and questions whether the two of you should start packing. You agree, hiding your stained dress at the bottom of your suitcase in embarrassment. The two of you ransacked the hotel room for any thing you could have took, such as the mini shampoo bottles, soap, coffee cups, and (yes, you took it) toilet paper. The two of you were on perfect time for your flight so you called a cab and began bringing your luggage down the hotel floor before briefly checking out. The ride to the airport was quiet, only filled with the notifications ringing from your phone. You took a peek, seeing Carlos’s contact and silencing your phone before returning to the conversation your cousin held.

You tried to pay attention to your cousin, however it was impossible with the amount of notifications buzzing from your phone. She peered down to your lap where your phone sat, eyeing it curiously.

“You gonna answer that?” She said, raising her light brown brow.

Your cousin was pretty. She had beautiful light brown skin with tight curls and bright eyes. She was younger than you by a couple years and ultimately looked up to you, for some reason. Her body was average, though if anyone called her that you would stop at nothing to defend her name. Unbeknownst to you, it took her a while to gain confidence because of you. She looked at you everyday, wishing it was her with your curves and perfect hair. She never held this against you, of course, but it did make her feel insecure for a long time. Until, she realized she had her own beauty. Yes, you were beautiful but so was she and comparing herself to you isn’t acceptable.

“In a bit.” You whispered, leaning your head against the cab window and watching cars pass by.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #smut #formula 1 #formula one #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz fanfic #fanfic #fanfic series #to be continued #mature #mature reading

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upat4amwiththemoon · 7 months

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I love you

Summary: Two kinds of love.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1623

a/n: friends to lovers trope! There are still tropes without characters :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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“Hi, babe!” Y/N squeals as she walks into the communal area, finally back at the base with her teammates after a long mission. “I missed you so much, you don’t even understand.” She walks straight to Daisy, ignoring everyone else in the room.

“You’re home!” Daisy jumps up from the couch, abandoning the shooter game she was playing with Mack.

The two laugh as they pull each other into a big embrace. They’re acting as if no one else is in the room, which makes the others either roll their eyes playfully or share a knowing smirk amongst one another.

“How was the mission?” Daisy holds one of her hands on Y/N’s waist, not wanting to let go of her now that she is finally near.

Y/N shrugs with a small smile. “It was fine.” She is still wearing her suit, but she really wanted to see the others—Daisy to be more specific—before cleaning herself up. “May and I kicked their asses.” She punches the air while doing sound effects.

Jemma walks over to the duo, interrupting their giggling, “do the rest of get a hug or is it just Daisy?” She asks with a smile.

“Shut up.” Y/N pulls Jemma into a tight hug. “I missed all of you.”

“Equally?” Bobbi smirks, her brow raised, as she looks at the from the kitchen side of the room.

“Now, now,” she tilts her head, looking back at Bobbi with a grin, “lets not get too far ahead of ourselves.” Y/N turns to Daisy and kisses her cheek. “I’m going to get cleaned up. I love you!”

“I love you.” Daisy says after her while staring at her back as she walks away from the common room. She has a wide smile on her face even after she is gone.

Sitting back to the couch and picking up the console, she starts playing the game with Mack again. Jemma and Bobbi are in the kitchen area making dinner for the whole team.

“So,” Mack starts, keeping his eyes on the game, “when are you two going public?”

“Huh?” Daisy’s attention gets completely taken off the screen, which causes her character to die. Mack lets out a groan, but she pays no mind to it. “What do you mean?”

He looks at her with his brows raised. He is trying to see if Daisy is being serious. “With your relationship?”

“We’re just friends.”

Mack squints his eyes. “You expect me to believe that?”

“We are! I don’t know where you got the idea of us being together.” She mumbles, but there is an uncertainty to her voice. Is there something else between them? Seeing the conflict on her face, Mack decides to drop the subject and continue the game in silence.

Daisy paces around her room, brows scrunched up and lips raw from the force she is biting them. Her mind is all over the place. She doesn’t know what to think about the situation between her and Y/N. They’ve always been close, they hit it off instantly when they met, and ever since then, they’ve been practically inseparable.

She thinks over every interaction they’ve had during the years. She is trying to search how they could have made their relationship seem romantic without meaning to. Sure, they’re always attached by the hip, and have said they’d never be able to live without the other, going as far as promising they’ll have free reign over each other’s houses if they ever move out of the SHIELD base. But every best friend does these kind of things. It’s not abnormal for them to seek out physical contact with each other, or spend more time huddled together in one bed rather than sleeping in their own ones. Friends call each other cute pet names and say I love you multiple times a day.

Pausing, Daisy closes her eyes. She tries, she really tries to assure herself they’re just friends. That there are things all friends do.

But she doesn’t do these things with anyone else than Y/N. She doesn’t call Bobbi babe, or hold Jemma’s hand whenever they go outside, or sit impossibly close to Mack when they play games.

Y/N isn’t just a friend to her.

She really loves her.

Daisy goes out to the hallway, starting her quest of finding Y/N, so she can talk to her immediately. She peeks into few different rooms, all of them empty. She tries to rack her brain if Y/N mentioned having another mission, but she shouldn’t, not so soon after the last one.

Soon enough, she bumps into Jemma. “Do you know where Y/N is?”

Her eyes turns wide as she takes in the urgency in Daisy’s voice. “Last time I saw her she was going to the locker room, pretty sure she is about to go grocery shopping with Bobbi. Is everything okay?”

The question doesn’t get heard by Daisy, as she is already half across the hallway, practically running towards the locker room.

She barges into the room, scaring Y/N and making her drop the shirt she was about to put on. “Sorry!” Daisy turns around immediately when she notices the amount of bare skin visible, her cheeks flushing red, as if she has never seen Y/N naked before.

“Jesus, Dais.” Y/N lets out a breathe, calming down now that there is no immeasurable threat to fight. She picks up her shirt and pulls it on. “What’s going on?” Giggling quietly, she picks up her bag, slightly put off by Daisy’s behavior.

��Nothing.” She presses her eyes shut, cursing at herself for losing all of her composure in front of Y/N. “Just wanted to say hi, and…add stuff to the grocery list before you leave.”

“Okay.” Y/N stares at Daisy’s back, she still hasn’t turned back around. “What did you want to add?” Her voice is soft and her eyes study her friend as they start walking out of the room.

“Candy?”

The word comes out more of a question rather than a statement, which makes Y/N give Daisy a weirded out look. She hums, slowly nodding. “Pretty sure candy is already on the list.”

“Right, Hunter.” Daisy clears her throat. Of course, candy is already on the grocery list, it’s the first thing Hunter writes on it every time the empty shopping list appears on the fridge door.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, sorry, I think I’m just tired.” She lets out a forced laugh.

Y/N can see right through her, they both know this, but fortunately for Daisy, she decides to let it go. “Okay. Well, I have to go or Bobbi will leave with out me.” She gives her a playful roll of her eyes and a grin.

“I love you.” Daisy says as she stops walking.

“I love you too!” Y/N has a wide smile on her face while she continues making her way towards the door.

However, Daisy grabs her hand, not letting her leave. “No I-“ she hesitates, not sure if this is a good moment for a confession or if she really has the bravery to do it, “I love you.”

“Oh.” She stands there, furrowing her brows while she looks at Daisy, who is giving her a very peculiar look. Y/N’s mind works overtime as she tries to think why Daisy would have to repeat the sentence they’ve told each other multiple times be- “Oh.” Her eyes widen in recognition.

“Yeah.” Her voice is quiet.

The two stand there, looking at each other, Daisy’s hand still holding onto Y/N’s arm. Neither of them know what to think or to do in a situation like this. Daisy’s hands are shaking, and her heart feels like it’s beating out of her chest from the nervousness she is feeling.

“I think I feel the same.” Y/N whispers. She is looking at the ground, her brows furrowed together and lips slightly parted.

“Really?”

The way Daisy’s voice gets a pitch higher when it’s full of hope and happiness makes Y/N smile. She does love her. She always has, but she has never been brave enough to face those feelings. “Yeah.” She laughs, a sudden surge of giddiness overcoming her body.

Daisy pulls her closer by the arm she is holding, and smashes their lips together. The feeling is better either of them could’ve ever hoped for. Their bodies are melting together, like they’re meant to be, and maybe they are.

They pull away, breathless and smiling, still staying close to each other. “I think I want to do that again.” Daisy states, her eyes fluttering open when Y/N’s forehead meets hers.

“No one is stopping you.”

At that, Daisy pulls her back in, moving her arms to Y/N’s hips, holding onto them tightly so she’d never be able to get away.

“No PDA in the hallways!” Bobbi’s sudden loud voice makes the two jump away from each other. Their wide eyes meet Bobbi’s slightly disgusted ones, she is trying to shield her eyes with her hand. “Is it over?” When she hears quiet and embarrassed mumbles, Bobbi crosses her arms over her chest. “I am very happy you two finally decided to stop pining after each other, but we were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago, Y/N.”

“Sorry.” She tilts her head to the side with a small smile. “I got, sidetracked.”

“I saw it.”

“I’ll see you later?” Y/N looks at Daisy.

“Yeah, my room.” She whispers so Bobbi won’t hear.

Y/N nods, kisses her cheek, and jogs over to Bobbi, finally ready to go grocery shopping. “I love you!”

“I love you too!”

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core-bagg · 23 days

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FUCK IT, AU TIME!

I got inspired by @pepperoni-chips’ au and decided to make my own.

TL;DR: GHS meets Japanese myths and that one fae rule

Plot

It’s been half a year since Gregory House became aware of a new hotel and sent their first expeditionist (A random JB that nobody would miss). Gold wanted a break from the hotel and ask Gregory if he could leave. To his surprise, the old rat said yes…But not as how he looked now, besides, they needed someone to find that last expeditionist. Gold, now dubbed “Gabriel”, ends up at Laplace itself. There’s only one objective, find that JB and get out…Oh, and another thing; Don’t tell them your real name at any cost.

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Characters:

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“GABRIEL”

Gabriel is the main character of the au. He is JBG in disguise, using a soul to hide his true appearance…Unfortunately for him, that soul belonged to a teenager who just hit puberty. All he wanted was a day away from the hotel, and he got to visit Gregory House’s kaizo mode cousin.

“THE RADIO”

Of course Gregory wasn’t going to just let one of his first guests walk straight into a potential death trap without guidance, so he dug out an old radio and hooked the other end up to an anonymous helper. They know a little too much about Laplace for comfort…Oh yeah, the old expeditionist used to send letters of his findings.

“YOKO”

The fox that runs Laplace. Despite the name, she is not a Yōko, she’s actually based off a Myōbu. She is quite strict, but that’s her job as the runner of Laplace. Like Gregory, she has a “one-winged angel” form, which is based off a Tenko.

“PONPOKO”

The tanuki that acts as Neko Zombie’s stand in. Like how NZ and Gregory’s relationship is based off the classic “cat vs mouse”, Yoko and Ponpoko’s relationship is based off the Japanese “Kitsune vs Tanuki”. He’s a much more jovial and round fellow.

“DR. RIVER”

A kappa that works as Laplace’s resident doctor. He is a kind man, in fact, he’s one of the more kinder residents in Laplace. Unlike Catherine, he will actually try to cure the guest’s illness and won’t just take them as live bait. He is also a man that’ll never break a promise. However, he is a little cowardly after an experience that made him put a helmet of water around his head.

“FAULT KID”

A Nopperabō who gets their kicks off enabling a guest’s despair. They usually change their appearance to reflect a person that the guest has wronged in the past. The only way to get rid of Fault Kid is to either ignore them or show a positive reaction instead of a negative reaction, then they’ll walk off to find someone else.

“POLY-SAN”

A arcade machine that plays a dating simulator on its screen. He seems like a regular arcade machine at first, but the more the in-game Poly-san gets attached to you, the more he reveals that he’s sentient. Poly-san is a Yandere who’ll even harm his “lover” if they “cheat”. Basically Catherine without the chest.

“COLD GIRL”

A young yuki onna that always cold. She wanders the halls, hoping to find a way to satiate her hunger for warmth. Should a guest hug her, they’ll suffer from an incurable sensation of coldness that’ll be around for at least an hour. She also has a mother called “Cold Mama” who is a tsurara onna with a similar yet worse coldness.

“RISADA”

A Warai onna dressed like a jester. She’s usually in the hallway practicing tricks. If a guest approaches Rasada, she’ll purposely fail her trick and begin laughing. Sooner or later, the guest will begin to laugh as well. Even after she leaves, they’ll still be laughing until they either pass out from the lack of air or they’re snapped out of it.

“HANGING BOY”

A Teru-Teru Bōzu who likes to play the game “hangman”. He’ll give the guest hints so they can spell the right word. It may be a simple game to him, but with that rope that spawned around the guests neck, it’s a game of life or death.

“THE KING”

An oni that’s behind Laplace’s creation. He has three servants: a blind one named “Mizar”, a deaf one named “Kika” and a mute one named “Iwa”. He is, as the title would imply, in cahoots with Yoko, the person running Laplace.

“THE MANZAI”

The current beating heart of Laplace. This is the fate of the first expeditionist. After he faced all the trials of Laplace, his escape prevented by one fatal mistake: He said his real name. But that’s a mistake that won’t be repeated, right Gabriel?

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That’s my lore dump done, feel free to ask me about my AU. I’m really passionate about it! Okay bye!

#gregory horror show #fanart #ghs #ghs fanart #Ghs au #alternate universe #Laplace Au #Laplace #lore dump

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Subaru Ecstasy [Prologue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Monologue

ーー Both the Adler and Wolf Clan

were wiped out,

by the Vibora.

We decided to gather everyone in the Grand Hall,

to inform them about

the message we received from Subaru-kun’s familiar.

ー The scene starts in the Grand Hall at Eden

Ruki: ...I see. However, under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for the Vibora to annihilate both clans all by themselves.

In other words, I believe it is safe to assume they are working together with someone.

If it isn’t the Wolf or Adler clan, nor the Founders. ...Then only one possibility remains.

Subaru: Aah? Stop actin’ all cocky and tell us already!

Reiji: ーー It must be the human clergy, correct?

Yui: ...!?

( With the Church...Does he mean Father’s!? )

Shuu: ...If I recall correctly, those guys were put under pressure by the Old Man who used them to their own advantage, didn’t he?

I guess now that he’s out of the picture, they’re trying to use it as an opportunity to put us Demons in place.

Ruki: No, I doubt they’ll stop at that.

Now that they’ve joined hands with the Church, the Vibora are on the climb to conquer the whole Demon World.

Ayato: Hm...Zweig, right? That guy can’t be underestimated.

Carla: This is not Zweig’s doing. There is someone else who gave the order for this conflict.

Shin: ...Nii-san, what do you mean?

Carla: Zweig is the type of man who thinks before he acts.

It is very much possible that the Church is the one in control of the Vibora clan.

Shin: Which means...

Carla: Exactly. It is only a matter of time before they will attack us as well.

Yui: No way...

Reiji: I believe it is necessary we ready ourselves for battle.

Ruki: Yes. ...Well then, the four of us will patrol Eden and write down all possible ways for the enemy to get in.

Carla: I shall have Shin send out his Familiars to gain as much information as we canx.

Shin: Gotcha, Nii-san.

Reiji: Subaru, I want you to bring all the remaining staff from the Sakamaki castle to this place.

We cannot guarantee their safety if they are at a separate location.

Subaru: ...Okay.

Reiji: Just a reminder, you are the Vampire King. You should leave someone else in charge of escorting the staff here.

Subaru: In that case...

...Ayato, Kanato. I’d like you two to take care of that. Can I count on you?

Kanato: Yes, understood.

I’ll show my good heart as your older brother and accept your order.

Ayato: ...Geez, guess I have no other choice.

Reiji: The others will follow me. I want to check the storage room for whatever could be used as a weapon.

ー Everyone walks away to fulfill their own duty

Yui: ( Wow... Everyone split up and got to work at once. )

( This place might actually become a war zone soon. )

( But...I. )

...

( If the Vibora are actually working together with the Church...That’ll mean Father and I will eventually have to face each other in a war. )

( Father... )

Subaru: ...

ー Subaru walks up to Yui and grabs her hand

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: You’re free to do as you wish. I...won’t go against your decision.

Yui: ...

( Subaru-kun knows that my Father is part of the Church. )

( He realized that if things take a turn for the worse, I will most likely get hurt in the process... )

( That’s why he’s asking for my opinion like this. )

Monologue

ーー However, if I’m honest,

I actually did hesitate.

While I do love Subaru-kun,

without a doubt.

Still, to this very moment,

I am not quite sure,

which side I am meant to take,

if a war were to break out between humans and Demons.

Yui: ...Thank you, Subaru-kun. For being considerate towards me...

But...I’m fine.

I have no idea what Father is up to right now, and there’s more than one person active in the Church.

Subaru: ...I see.

There’s still time, you know. You should think about what you’ll do.

Yui: ...Yeah.

( I’ve kind of naturally become a part of the group, but I am still a human. )

( I’m different from Subaru-kun and the others. I may have Cordelia’s heart inside of me, but I’m not a demon... )

Monologue

ーー It was the next day,

when the staff from the Sakamaki castle,

arrived at Eden.

Right now, I have been busy,

spending the whole day taking care of them and showing them around,

For now, I was just thankful,

to have something to distract me from the tricky matter at hand.

Yui: ( Subaru-kun or Father. )

( I can’t choose between them... )

*SCENE SHIFT*

Subaru: ...Haah.

Christa’s maid: ーー Subaru-sama!

ー She runs up to him

Christa’s maid: I finally found you...Do you have a few moments to spare right now?

Subaru: You were the maid who looked after mom, huh? ...What do you need?

Christa’s maid: There’s actually something I’ve been wanting to give you this whole time...

*Rustle*

Subaru: This is...

Christa’s maid: It’s a photo. Christa-sama took very good care of it, calling it her own personal treasure.

I would love it if you - her son - were to have it.

I am truly glad I was able to hand it over to you. ...Well then, if you’d excuse me now.

Subaru: ...

( It has the Old Man and Mom...and a younger version of myself on it as well... )

( A treasure, huh...? )

...Ugh...

ー Subaru recalls Carla’s words

Carla: ...Eden is lamenting, huh...?

...When I was but a mere child, my Father once told me about it in a state of intoxication.

This happened before he was banished to Banmaden.

Apparently he heard cries during one of his visits here.

Father would jokingly refer to it as Karlheinz himself weeping.

Apparently these cries first occurred after Karlheinz had left his family behind and chose to isolate himself here at Eden.

ー The flashback ends

Subaru: ( ...Could it be? )

( Did he intentionally push mom and I away from him...? )

*ROAAAAAR*

Subaru: ...!

*ROAAAAAR*

Subaru: ーー Oh shut up! Be quiet!!

*ROAAAAAR*

Subaru: Kuh...Ugh...

Monologue

The cries only got stronger,

as I instinctively covered my years.

I no longer knew what to do.

It felt like in this battle against the Old Man,

the one I’m supposed to loathe and overcome ーー I was losing.

No.

No. No. No.

I’m not feeling sympathy.

I would never feel bad for him.

I felt terribly shaken up,

by various emotions stirring up inside of meーー

???: Oh~? Well if it isn’t Subaru! Long time no see!

ー Kino walks up him

Subaru: ーー You bastard! What brings you here, huh!?

Kino: Hmー ...I guess you could say I’m here to declare war?

We’re working together with the Vibora and the Church. ...Did you know?

Subaru: !?

Kino: That being said, while I’d love to just make quick work of you guys...

...before that, there’s one person I’d rather not get involved in this mess. So before we get to it, why don’t we both cool our heads off a little?

Subaru: Someone you’d rather not get involved with?

Kino: Exactly. That girl’s Father is part of the Church we’re working with.

Subaru: ...!

Kino: Say, has it been decided that she’ll be taking you guys’ side?

Subaru: ...

Kino: At this rate, she’ll have to bear with the reality of being indirectly responsible for the death of her own father, no?

I don’t have any parents myself, so I can’t say for sure, but do you think that’s the right thing to do?

Subaru: ...Kuh...

Kino: That’s why I suggest that tomorrow night, you hand her over to us.

Subaru: Haah!?

Kino: I mean, you don’t have to take me up on that offer? But if you don’t, I’m sure that eventually, it’ll cause her much grief.

Subaru: ...

Kino: Here, take this. A map which marks the place where you have to take her.

*Flip*

Kino: Well then. I’m looking forward to a fruitful deal!

ー Kino leaves again

Subaru: ...!!

Shit! Fuck, damnit!!

*ROAAAAAAAR*

ー The scene shifts to the night sky

Yui: ...Haah.

( I can’t choose between Subaru-kun or Father. )

( What should I do, I wonder...? )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diaoblik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #lost ed #diabolik lovers translation #lesubaruecstasyprolog

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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You mention that Eddy and Stede met each other when they're both ready to make a leap. What would have happened if THEY'D met at a different point in time? Like, what if it had been Eddy that Stede and Mary had met in the Brat Pack timeline instead of Izzy and Faith? Do you think they'd still have gotten together and been happy together, or would it have been a case of right person wrong time?

(ok, so the honest answer is that I think Eddy wouldn’t even notice Stede if they met earlier and Stede would’ve been too afraid to talk to her. BUT. I have wanted to imagine them meeting earlier so much! in fact Stede talks about it several times and they have both fantasized about what that would be like in the canon of the verse, so fuck honesty, here is what I would hope them meeting as teens would be like. Please have this bulleted AU, you all know the drill by now. Let’s call this one...Hello Young Lovers)

-Stede is home for the holidays. He’s almost done with boarding school and he has a college acceptance in hand. No one else is home. His father and stepmother are away and for the first time in years, he’s alone in a good way. At first he doesn’t plan to leave the house. He’ll just hang out, eat what he wants, watch what he wants and live without scrutiny. But after a few days, boredom sets in and also curiosity. With a pounding heart, he buys a train ticket and goes into the city all on his own with the idea that he might go see a show.

-Eddy has no jobs lined up for the week. She’s brand new to Hornigold’s collection (still two years from any potential collision with Izzy) and the beard is only the first promise of stubble. There’s money burning in her pocket, but no one to spend it on. Mom is gone, recently enough that it's a bleeding wound. The guys are all fine, but the crowbar incident was too recent for anyone to relax around him. Maybe Jack, but he’s on a job.

-Eddy spots a blond guy, probably about their age. He’s looking at a light display in the window, clearly enjoying the motorized holiday fair that they’ve got going on. He looks rich, nice clothes, big warm jacket. Old instincts make Eddy’s fingers itch, but they know better than to try it. Hornigold had been very explicit about what happened to idiots who got picked up for petty crimes. Still, they edge in close. Maybe if they were really subtle.

-Stede notices a trim person with dark facial hair and lovely dark eyes looking over the same display.

“Isn’t it something?” He asked, delighted that someone else noticed. “Someone put a lot of work into this.”

“Oh, yeah...it’s nice,” Eddy fumbled. “Like the...sparkly bits.”

“Me too,” Stede sighs. “The detail is incredible. Look at that little couple dancing by the tree.”

There was a small animatronic now that he pointed it out and Eddy leaned in to observe it.

“Sorry to ask a silly question, but am I even within a mile of the theater district?” Stede asks, a little sheepishly. “I got distracted and now I’m really turned around.”

-Eddy doesn’t give directions to tourists, but maybe if they help out this rich kid, they’ll want to say thanks. Eddy could think of a lot of ways Stede can thank her and all of them are appealing.

-They walk and walk and Stede just...keeps talking and noticing things and Eddy doesn’t mean to be charmed or interested. Stede acts like they’re getting away with something just going for a simple walk. At one point, he ducks into a cafe and comes out with hot chocolate for the both of them. Eddy hasn’t had hot chocolate in ages and it’s better than she remembers. They exchanged names, ideas and jokes. Stede is impressed that Eddy already has a job, a profession even if he doesn’t seem to quite understand what it is. Eddy likes the way Stede talks.

-Stede talks Eddy into coming to see the show with him. It’s a play and they get kicked out before intermission because they’re giggling at how stiff it all is. Then Stede offers dinner because he takes the blame for getting them kicked out. They eat huge bowls of pasta with meatballs the size of Eddy’s fist and both get enormous slices of cake.

-Stede should go home, but Eddy cajoles him into coming back to their little apartment. She only has a bed, no couch yet or chairs, so they sit on the bed and drink the six pack of lukewarm beer Eddy had left on the counter by accident. Stede’s never had more than few sips of wine before and it goes to his head. He leans in closer and he doesn’t pull away when Eddy touches his hand or elbow to underline a point.

“So that’s why I wound up failing math,” Stede shrugged. “But I think I won in the end.”

“Yeah, mate, sure,” Eddy smiled at him. “Bet you win more than lose in the end.”

“Not historically,” Stede sighed. “What about you?”

“Oh I’m a winner,” Eddy said solemnly. “Stick with me and who knows where you’ll wind up?”

“It sounds more fun than where I’m going,” Stede’s smile came back. His lips were very pink and his teeth were very white. Eddy wanted to make a mess of his hair. Of his clothes. Of whatever starch someone had tried to put in his soul.

“You wanna make out?” Eddy blurted.

“What?” Stede’s eyes went wide. “Oh no, I-”

“Fuck, okay then,” Eddy laughed, ready to play it off as a joke. “I meant-”

“Wait,” Stede took a deep breath, gave her a long probing look. He was clearly scared out of his mind, but that didn’t stop him from saying, “I’m probably not very good. I haven’t really done anything with anyone and I don’t think I-”

Eddy didn’t wait for him to finish. He wasn’t any good really, but he had a lot of enthusiasm. He was appreciative of Eddy’s tattoos once their shirts were off and despite his nerves, he didn’t stop once as they plowed through making out straight into sex.

-Stede curled up against Eddy’s side after, tentative, but soft as he stroked a hand down Eddy’s arm.

-Eddy let’s him stay. Wants him to stay. Maybe asks him, so quietly that it seems impossible that Stede could’ve heard, but he does. They share Eddy’s blanket and despite the chill outside, they’re warm there together.

-The morning should’ve been an end to it. But Stede didn’t know the rules apparently and Eddy wasn’t sure she cared. When he wrote his number down and asked for hers, she gave it to him. What did it matter? He’d never call.

-He called that night. And the next. They talked for hours about nothing. Then Eddy got called to a job, no warning and they were gone for days, doing boring shit even. When they got home, their voicemail was full, messages from Stede that got shorter and shorter until a last ‘I’m going back to school in a few days. So...goodbye, I guess.”

-Eddy has ways of finding people. She drives to the stupidly large house in the creepily all the same neighborhood. It takes her a second to work up the nerve to ring the doorbell.

-Stede answers the door and when he sees her, he lights up like the animatronics he’d admired so much when they first met. He pulls them into the house, not bothering to ask them a thing and Eddy goes with him, giddy with relief. His bedroom isn’t Stede-like at all, just plain and sensible and neat. Only hints of him in the books piled into the bookcase and tiny wooden ship tucked in beside them.

-”I just have the last semester,” he explained when they’d worn themselves out. Eddy sat naked in the middle of his enormous bed and Stede lay across it at her feet. “And then I’ll be free.”

“Why not be free now?” She challenged. “Run off with me.”

“Sounds nice,” he sighed. “But it’s not so simple.”

“It should be.”

It isn’t. Stede does have to go. They spend three days in the huge empty house and then a car comes for him. Eddy waits with him on the lawn for it. She has his address at school in her pocket and her hand on the small of his back. Stede doesn’t dare kiss her here, in the open of this suffocating neighborhood. But he does turn to her, and say without any hesitation, “I love you. Write me, okay?”

“Yeah,” Eddy said roughly. “I will.”

He doesn’t love her. If she thinks that’s true than she’ll go mad with it. And she won’t write him. This’ll die as it should’ve days ago.

-She hadn’t reckoned on Stede writing her. Long letters, rambling and disconnected, but also full of things that he wants them to know. He draws stick figure illustrations in the margins and ends each letter with ‘Love, Stede’.

-Eddy writes back because the letters are the most interesting thing she has. She writes back because if she doesn’t he’ll stop and then what? Her letters are far shorter, terse and lacking entirely in real information. That doesn’t stop Stede for thanking them for each one, for acknowledging what she said.

-Summer brings him home, but he doesn’t do more than stop at his sterile house. He comes to her as soon as he can wiggle away and he brings with him the sun. All the light in Eddy’s world arrives at one time. Stede moves himself in and there are pretty curtains on her windows, extra blankets and pillows on her bed. Stede feathers their nest so quickly and completely that she can barely remember how it used to look within a few days.

-”I’m going to school here.” He told her on the first night of his return. “Dad’ll probably cut me off, but I figured out how to funnel out some money into a personal account. Well. One of the other boy’s said how he did it and I copied them.”

“You did what?” Eddy sat down hard.

“I’m not under any illusion that I can make real money for some time, but I won’t be a burden on you,” Stede shrugged. “He won’t miss it, it’s from one of his less legal accounts. He doesn’t think I’m clever enough to steal. It will get me through school at least.”

Eddy had never been so hot for someone in her entire short life.

-Hornigold gets wind that Eddy’s got someone, but lots of the guys do and no one really asks. Stede doesn’t meet their work friends. Stede eeks out a few friends at college, including a very nice girl named Mary, who thinks Eddy is hysterical and has no issue treating everyone to fancy meals on her parent’s credit cards.

-It should fall apart. Eddy expects it to. Work takes them away from Stede regularly. She comes back battered and bruised. He just kisses them. Tucks them into bed. Their dark moods sweep in and Stede offers them treats and leaves them alone if they ask for it. Stede doesn’t really understand the world, makes ridiculous mistakes and Eddy tries to be annoyed, furious even, but instead she just teaches him and he learns without complaint.

-They tell him that they love him over breakfast because he gives them the rest of the bacon and that is the last drop that spills the water over the rim of the glass of their heart.

"I love you," they say with all the sincerity they can which granted, isn't much.

Stede cries. Which is ridiculous and horrible and then he pulls them into his lap and buries his face in their hair. Maybe Eddy cries too. No one can prove anything, with the way their face was turned.

-Stede finishes college in three years, studying like a demon and determined. He’s not really cut out for the life his father set out for him, and loving beautiful things is no way to make a living. Or so Eddy assumed, prepared to be the main breadwinner for the rest of whatever they were doing lasted.

Instead, Stede worms his way into a fashion startup. He’s got bold ideas and while his business sense is questionable, it’s better than any of his colleagues. The ruthlessness that was always in him, sharpened with years of living with Eddy catapults him forward. He brings home good money. Then fucking great money.

-They move. They get a good place with a view of the river. Eddy spends a lot of time looking out that window. Going to work fills her with dread. She wants to stay here in the velvet and silk world Stede has made for them.

“Ok, then don’t,” Stede said unconcerned. “Do something else.”

“Don’t know how to be anything else.”

“Don’t say that, you’re wonderfully decorative,” he teased. “And you’re clever and quick. You could be whatever you wanted.”

“I know I could,” she realized. “I can do whatever.”

Which is too many choices. Too many things. She’s drinking with Izzy one night, fucking annoying asshole, but he’s less annoying than the rest of them. He’s clearly into her, but she’s never even thought to give him the time of day. But wisdom comes from strange sources. They've just put an end to a fucking awful job using a combination of shooting and some excellent, if slapdash, sleuthing.

“You know, we would make better detectives than the fucking cops.”

Eddy stared at him. Izzy stared back.

“Yeah. We really fucking would.”

After some debate, she takes Izzy with her when she goes. He comes along like packed luggage and proves himself so useful that she never lives to regret it. Being away from Hornigold does them both a lot of good. Izzy stops acting like someone’s going to stab him the neck if he says please and thank you so that’s nice. Stede is so grateful that Eddy’s happier that he starts a one-man friendship assault on the poor weirdo.

“Make him stop,” Izzy begged, but Eddy just laughed. Eventually, Stede’s persistence won out, as it often did, and Izzy would instead call Stede to ask him to make Eddy stop whatever annoying bullshit she was on that week. It didn't work, but the complaining seemed to help him.

-She came out ten years earlier. It’s easy to figure out who she is when she’s drowning in Stede’s creations and boundless affection. It's easy as breathing and hard as hell, but they come out the other side lighter.

-Stede proposes in front of the store where they first met. It’s even snowing a little, like the weather itself got its shit together for it.

-Their wedding is small, but lovely. Just a few friends. Eddy won’t wear white, so Stede does, pleased to put her in a black wedding dress. Mary designs their invitations. Izzy organizes the reception like it’s a military operation.

-They do great things. They have world enough and time.

#leda house and the kraken verse #hello young lovers

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sidekickjoey · 1 year

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Sent this to @xpaperheartso and was told to absolutely share it, and with this yearbook photo circulating again & giving me ideas, I decided I might as well go for it. So, here is my (love-filled yet tragic) backstory for Eddie’s parents and how he, eventually, ended up in the best place he could ever hope for: Wayne’s home.

(TW for brief mentions of drugs/ODing - promise it’s not detailed). Word Count: 2,526

Scott and Connie Munson had very different upbringings.

Scott was Wayne’s brother, only a twinge bit older - two years, maximum. He started out a funky little kid not unlike Eddie, with way too much energy and the need to just get into/cause chaos. Only he didn’t have an outlet to put his energy into like D&D, so he got into trouble. He picked locks for fun and tried to steal from other trailers when get got bored. When he and Wayne get older, he continues goofing off and getting into trouble because he believes stealing is the only way he can get what he wants - not like his parents can get him what he wants, still struggling from the effects of the Great Depression. He’s not like Wayne, who quietly begins getting odd jobs as soon as he’s old enough just to help ease their burden. He doesn’t see the way they stress, the fear they have for Scott’s future. He just thinks it’s what he’s got to do, so he keeps doing it.

He nearly gets arrested in 11th grade for hot-wiring a car and crashing it into Lover’s Lake instead of going to class. He gets away with a harsh warning from the police, but it’s the final straw for Hawkins High. Scott is expelled on the spot. He refuses to let this be the end of him at the place though, craving the attention he routinely gets from classmates, and makes a habit of lingering around its premises. Instead of becoming a pariah, he becomes a fascination of most students, may of which try to catch glimpses of him from the halls. Not everyone is pleased - John Harrington is two seconds from calling the cops on Scott when he catches him staring at his girl) - but for the most part, he’s able to ride the high as a spectacle. That’s when he meets his wife, Connie.

Connie was a middle name turned first, “Martha Constance” sounding a bit too formal for young Connie. She has a good upbringing and lives a fairly normal life at first. She loves writing and drawing and is incredibly kind to everyone she meets. When she meets Scott, she does so already with a soft spot for him. See, she’s not like the others who think of him as only up to no good, or a circus act to be beheld. She sees him as a troubled soul with a need to break free and be heard. He tries to show off to her, to keep her from seeing what’s inside of him, but she stops his shit on the spot and instead challenges him. She puts him on the spot about his actions and asks if he really thinks they’ll ever get him what he needs. He says something like ‘Not without you by my side, no’ with the big Munson grin he later will pass down to Eddie. It charms Connie, and she decides then and there to make it her mission to fix this guy, even if it kills her.

Time passes, and the two grow close. They eventually decide to elope right after her graduation, knowing she’s lined up to start college at Indiana University and her family would never approve. The plan is for her to walk the stage and then immediate hop into Scott’s van, claiming she’s going out to celebrate with friends but actually ending up at the Justice of the Peace. The only one aside from Scott who knows of the plan is Wayne, who walks in on Scott shoving all his savings (Wayne knows they aren’t all his, saw him sneak into their parents’ room earlier) into a bag and demands to know what he’s up to now. Scott begs Wayne to keep quiet and let them do this, pleading that “This girl is the real thing, Wayne.” Wayne’s never heard his brother sound so caring for another, so he chooses to believe him and shut up - on the condition he treats Connie well. The second Connie’s not happy, he’ll spill the beans.

Scott agrees, and at first, the wedding goes off without a hitch. What they did not account for, however, was the newspaper announcing all weddings in the city. Connie soon is kicked out by her appalled parents, who already pinned her to marry a nice boy down the road with a good office job and a scholarship to the University of Chicago. With her home also goes her chance of attending IU, because there’s no chance she can afford tuition on Scott’s money. It’s too unreliable. Later that night, she ends up on his trailer doorstep with whatever she could carry and cries her eyes out in his lap. Scott even gets a little emotional. Wayne overhears the noise and comes face-to-face with exactly what he feared - an unhappy Connie. He tells Scott then that he can’t keep this hidden, says quietly that maybe their parents will be able to help if he lets them know. Scott wants to lash out, but deep down, he wonders if Wayne’s right. Maybe he can convince his family to help them, and maybe even get Connie her school money. It does not work, though. His parents kick them both out, cutting him off indefinitely for his behavior. It’s the last time Wayne sees his brother. Connie leaves thanking him for trying with a kiss.

They get a motel a mile outside Hawkins. There, Scott, always scheming, comes up with a plan. He derives this elaborate story about how they’re going to stick it to The Man™ and make their way on their own. They’ll become the stealthiest couple north of Tennessee, stealing and dealing until they can afford one of the fancy houses in Loch Nora. He mimics the shocked voices of the stuffy residents there to make Connie laugh. She ends up kissing him and telling him she loves him, that she’d do anything to see him smile like this. She promises him she’ll try and get a job for herself as well, mentally believing they one day won’t have to steal. They’ll get back to their perfect future. They end up conceiving Eddie unknowingly that night, and then make it to Indianapolis the next.

Scott sells some drugs and makes enough to buy a steady supply of more - good quality stuff that rakes in cash. He and Connie get drunk together and it’s the first time she’s tried drugs when he puts a blunt to her lips. It makes her feel free for the first time in her life. Scott tells her she looks beautiful with the smoke in her eyes and she gives him a massive grin back. They sell and indulge their way across the Midwest until morning sickness eventually hits Connie like a truck, changing their world forever.

Scott is surprisingly not upset whatsoever finding out he’s going to be a dad. He still is riding high from the whole ‘sticking it to The Man’ talk, so he thinks having a boy of his own he could raise to be successful without any government help sounds badass. Connie is relieved, but she’s also terrified knowing everything she’s done so far while pregnant and that she’s probably not getting any medical help until the big day comes. She trusts Scott though. Follows him to the ends of the Earth on his promises of more, of stability, of love. By the time she’s 9 months along, Scott brings great news that he’s snagged a job as a mechanic and they’ll have enough for a small trailer. They celebrate that night and the moment they get the keys, Connie goes into labor. Baby Eddie enters the world with love and a new trailer to call home.

Unfortunately, love cannot pay the bills, and baby Eddie comes with many. Loads. So many that, by the time he’s pushing two, not even selling drugs alongside mechanic work can sustain their family. They’re soon forced to give up the trailer and go back on the road. Scott begins dealing harder drugs and committing robberies here and there when he can do so safely. Connie stays at home with Eddie and self medicates with alcohol and some of the drugs Scott brings. It’s around this time that she drives into the full hippie aesthetic of the time, ditching her high hair to let it flow free, chocolate curls cascading down her back. When she isn’t too high to think, she’s taking Eddie to gatherings of similar people. It’s where Eddie first hears music.

They don’t settle again until Eddie needs to go to school. Connie demands they settle somewhere on a particularly sober night, demanding her son has a good life. Scott tells her it’s risky, that he’ll get caught if they don’t keep running, but Connie puts her foot down, clings to her hope of a better future desperately. So, they make it work in an even smaller town a few miles outside of Hawkins. Rent is cheaper and it’s just close enough to big cities that Scott can maintain his deals. Eddie grows up learning ‘life skills’ from him whenever he’s around, such as hot-wiring and sneaking items out of grocery stores. He listens to music with his mom, not noticing how spaced-out she is most times. He doesn’t know any better, so he thinks it’s all normal. He doesn’t question not being able to bring friends over and stays ignorant of the kind of deals or bad trips happening at his home. It all comes to light, however, when he comes home one day at age 12 and finds a slurry of cop cars outside his home.

It turns out, Scott had been right. Smaller towns were risky. He did one deal, shortchanging the person he sold to, only for them to take far too much than he prescribed and OD. Their small town knew in no time, forcing Scott on the run. The cops found him quick, but he still tried his best to keep running. He realized quickly though that it was useless, he couldn’t run forever, so he ran to the one place he wanted to see last with his freedom: home. He sprinted inside hoping to see Connie or Eddie, to tell them he’s sorry and will make this up to them soon. Only, neither of them were home. Eddie was still at school - something that brought some comfort to Scott. If he was at school, he’d be safe no matter what went down there. Connie not being around, however, was troubling. Even more troubling was the fact he saw all of their drugs and cash were gone. She’d ran away, he realized. Word probably got to her too and she bailed. He spent his last moments of freedom muttering how sorry he was to Eddie before the cops ran inside and took him away. He’s gone in a cop car with charges of murder, dealing illegal substances, avoiding arrest, and child endangerment all before Eddie arrives.

The scene Eddie finds is parentless. His little voice barely carries over the sirens calling for them.

An officer quickly takes him away from the scene and to the station. He promises Eddie that he will get his possessions but tells him he will not be going home that night. It’s not safe. He then asks Eddie if he knows where his mom is, to which he shakes his head and mentions she kissed him goodbye before he left for school and that’s all. No one ever hears from Connie until her lifeless body turns up at a festival out in the desert months later, with loads of possible causes attributed to it. In that moment in the station though, they accept Eddie’s word and tell him his dad is going away for a very long time for doing something very bad. They also ask him as he cries if he has any relatives he could stay with while they figure things out.

Eddie’s seconds from admitting he has no idea when a frazzled and panicked Wayne Munson barges into the station. He drops birth certificates, pay stubs, anything he can to prove to the officers that he’s Eddie’s flesh and blood and that he’s able to take him in. Eddie is not sure about him at first, having never heard of any uncle of his, but then again, he never heard of family, and he knew other kids had family outside of their parents. Just to be safe, he’s peculiarly shy when the officers eventually turn him over to Wayne, promising to call when he can get his things. He stays shy the whole drive home to Hawkins, to Forest Hills Trailer Park. Wayne doesn’t think twice about giving Eddie his bed. Eddie doesn’t see Wayne start silently crying when he shuts the door behind him.

Eddie wakes up that night with nightmares of everything that went down, calling for his parents - his mom. Them not being there and him waking up in an unfamiliar room compounds the situation, and soon he’s bursting into ugly sobs loud enough to wake the entire trailer park. Wayne rushes into the room in seconds, sliding into the bed and bringing Eddie in for a wordless hug without a second thought. Eddie doesn’t question it either, just hugs and lets out all of the pent up stress, confusion, and sadness of having his entire life flipped upside down in one day.

When he’s no longer sobbing, Wayne rubs his back and asks Eddie if he wants to do something he did once when things got bad. Eddie is confused but agrees, following Wayne to the bathroom. He sits on the toilet seat as Wayne brings out a pair of scissors and an electric razor. He tells him about shaving his head when he lost someone close to him (I.e. Scott), about it being a good fresh start. Eddie is worried, only having known his long hair his entire life, but Wayne’s sincerity convinces him. He lets him shave his head and only cries a little. The tears are joined with a small smile, however, and it grows when he sees his reflection in the mirror.

They spend the rest of the night getting to know each other and listening to music. Wayne lets Eddie use his acoustic guitar and is shocked yet not totally surprised he can play it, remembering Connie saying she liked music in those early days. They both pass out on the couch that night.

Wayne puts Eddie in Hawkins middle the next day and takes Eddie out for ice cream right after. He knows he has to deal with loads of legal ramifications soon and that he’ll need to pick up a hefty job to try and support Eddie, but in that moment, with his nephew getting mint chocolate chip ice cream all over his face and giggling, Wayne knows it’s worth it. It’s what he’s been working up to all these years, taking care of his family. He can do it. He will do it for Eddie.

#stranger things #stranger things headcanon #eddie munson #wayne munson #st headcanons #stranger things ficlet #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

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lgcsori · 2 years

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nothing new, again

“must i repeat myself for people to remember what i kept repeating?”

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love wasn’t on sori’s list of important things, at least not for now. she’d had her first kiss, but that was as far as her “love life” had ever come. twenty years and she had not had a single crush on anyone (with the exception of bae nathan, she’s not sure if that’s a crush though), it didn’t go the other way around though. personality wise, sori wasn’t who you’d expect to get a lot of love confessions, but sori was much more than just her personality. she was hard-working, good in studies, good in sports, she was good in pretty much everything, and besides that, she had her good looks. her and her brother might not be biological siblings, but somehow they had both gotten quite good looks, they of course went two different ways with these. her brother was someone who cared much about his looks, and who used his looks to his advantage, sori didn’t exactly mind the good looks, but she minded people asking for her number on the street. she was pretty straight-forward though, rejecting every stranger who thought they had a chance with her. and she was not dumb, she knew some boys in her class liked her. she could hear the whispers from the boys and girls in her class, she just chose to ignore it, as long as they didn’t act on this ‘crush’ she wouldn’t say anything. and because of the first few confessions she got, people were quite careful with giving confessions to her now, it was almost basic knowledge knowing she’d reject you.

why would you confess to someone who is guaranteed to say no? who you know you have no chance with? but well, you won’t know before you actually ask.

it falls out when she opens her locker, her friends are quick to surround her. “what fell out?” doyeon asks, and eunjung picks it up, sori puts her stuff into the locker, ignoring whatever fell out, she hasn’t placed it their herself, so it isn’t hers. “it’s an envelope” eunjung waves it in front of sori, she pushes it away with her hand “it’s not mine” sori says coldly. “open it” doyeon says, sounding much more than excited than sori has ever been about something in her entire life. the envelope is red, a similar colour to a beanie sori wears often, sori closes her locker. sori would’ve just let the envelope lay still on the floor was she alone, but she’s not, and the envelope is opened. “i think it’s a love letter” doyeon says moving super close to eunjung, and it seems like they’re reading it both of them. “pffft” doyeon lets out, “got a crush on sori, but they know her this little? anyone knows you reject everyone” a love letter, sori sighs in her head. “either they don’t know you very well, or they really like you”, “it doesn’t matter, you two can keep that if you want”.

“dear sori, the cha sori. i’ve known you for a while, i remember when you had long hair dyed brown, and i’ve known you for long enough to see that both long and short hair suits you. you’re the smartest in the school, there’s no girl who runs as fast as you. there’s nobody i know that works as hard as you. you’re not only pretty, you’re smart too, and you’re hard-working. if you haven’t been able to tell by now, this is a lover letter, i like you cha sori. please meet me after school down by the tree of life. love, someone who likes you a lot” and finally sori lets the sigh out she had kept in her head. doyeon lets out a laugh, “it’s cute!” eunjung says, “yeah but they’ll be waiting a long time if they’re expecting sori to show up”. “they should’ve confessed to me” doyeon pouts, “you already have a crush though” eunjung rolls her eyes “yeah but--”, and sori snatches the envelope out of eunjung’s hand. “huh?” the two girls say in unison. sori’s eyes skim through the text in a second “i’m going” and she starts walking, “what?!” and eunjung and doyeon hurry to catch up with sori. “you’re really going?”, “yes”, “does the cha sori maybe finally want a partner?” “eeeeeeh--”, “shut up, we need to get to class”.

she enters class, and for a second when she has just sat down she looks around the classroom, thinking who could be the owner to this letter. “what’s that?” sori fiddles with the letter, then looks up to see wooram standing in front of her, leaning on her table. she packs it away “none of your business” she says, “oh come on! tell me! is it a love letter? do you finally have a crush?” she lifts an eyebrow “the teacher is here”, “what?”, “go away wooram, the teacher is here”. she’s concentrated for the rest of the class, studying hard as she does usually, though for a few seconds she looks around again, wonders who the owner of that letter is.

she’s there before whoever sent the letter is. then someone turns up, they begin fiddling with their bag, seeming too nervous to be able to open it. “soo himchan” he looks up, stops fiddling with his bag, “you’re soo himchan, a freshman, so a year under me”, “i--” he starts fiddling with his back again, finding a rose from his bag. “i’ve known you for a while”, his eyes widen “huh?”. “dear sori, the cha sori. i’ve known you for a while. that’s the words you wrote in your letter, we haven’t gone to the same university for long, but… we went to the same high school too, so i assume that’s what you meant with ‘known for a while’. however, we’ve not known each other for a while, the longest conversation we’ve had is probably a sorry when bumping into each other or an excuse me walking past one another. you confess your love to me, without even knowing me, so i’ll reject you without even knowing you” there’s confusion in his face. “i reject you soo himchan”, he looks to the ground, then finally stretches the arm with the rose in it “give that to someone who wants it” she says, then walks past him.

love wasn’t on sori’s list of important things, and she wasn’t planning on putting it on there for a while.

#lgcsori #today you got... SOLO #( update on soris sad sad love life )

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heartlandians · 1 year

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Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 199

Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.

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As Amy waved Asher, Gina and Susan goodbye when their trailer - with Helico inside - headed toward the gravel road that lead out of Heartland, she could see from the corner of her eye Jack emerging behind the barn. He was holding a lead, his steps slow and his gaze thoughtful.

“I guess you fixed the horse”, Jack commented, seeing Amy had once again successfully sent off another client.

Amy felt tense in Jack’s presence but tried to focus on what he was saying. They had not had an exchange since yesterday, and Amy expected to be judged for not sleeping at the ranch last night.

“Like with many of my clients, it wasn’t really about the horse”, she corrected. “The rider and the horse just needed to reconnect again and build up their confidence as a team. But yeah, all’s fixed now; they’ll be able to perform at the rodeo half-time show in just few days.”

She glanced at Jack, who nodded, but seemed to linger even without nothing to say.

“Everything okay?” she then had to ask.

“Yeah. Just gonna go get Buddy from the field. Go for a little ride”, Jack explained, trying to act nonchalant, but Amy didn’t like the way she could tell that his politeness was partly acted out.

“Okay”, Amy tried to act careless as well, seeing if her grandpa would bite as he usually couldn’t help himself. “Well, I better go help Georgie and Jade with the chores. Think I’ll check what we have to order from Maggie’s, so I can go get them while I’ll drive to get Lyndy from Cass and Caleb. Anything you want to add to that?” she asked, wondering if Jack was able to pick up the double meaning of the question.

Jack turned his head toward her better. “No. Don’t think so.”

Amy had not seen many westerns, but she imagined this to be a typical standoff scene from one of those.

“Okay, good”, Amy said, turning in order to head to the barn office door. She started walking away and as she was about to reach out for the handle, Jack caved and opened his mouth.

“I don’t mean to tell you what to do, Amy, just...” Jack said while Amy still had her back toward him. She waited it out. “Be careful, is all.”

Amy turned around, looking at him. She decided to act clueless, just to see what would happen, as she didn’t like the way her grandpa had such a hold of her, even at this age.

“What do you mean?”

Jack sighed, tilting his head on the side while the rest of his body fell a little as if his muscles and bones had suddenly gotten heavy. He knew Amy knew exactly what he meant, but instead of going along with it and avoiding the subject just to get out of an awkward situation - like he had expected - she had decided to challenge him.

The standoff was still on as the sense of escalating tension remained.

“I think you know what I mean”, Jack scoffed tiredly.

“I’d like to hear you say it out loud”, Amy replied. She had come to realize that their family used this strange way of communicating while not communicating, and she wasn’t going to go along with it anymore. “Just to know we’re on the same page.”

Jack bit his cheek, looking back at Amy. He had never seen her like this, and it irritated him. What was he supposed to do? Would he make himself look like a fool?

While hoping to come up with the best way to explain his thought process, Jack tried to remember this was not the teenager anymore that needed looking after, but a grown woman. He had to act accordingly.

“I know I’m old school and I know it’s hard for me to let go of old habits, but you gotta understand that me worrying about you is never going to go away. You might change and grow up, but you’ll always be someone I want to look after”, Jack tried to explain his side. “I’m not saying don’t go out on dates, but... not knowing where you were... well, it got me a little worried. Usually, if I don’t know where you are it’s not a good situation. I’ve always known where you are, if it’s up to me and you.”

“Well, everything was okay with me. I just think that... maybe I’m old enough to be somewhere without having to report my exact location to my grandfather”, Amy explained.

“Of course, but... I don’t know anything about this guy you went out with!” Jack got a little impatient because Amy didn’t seem to understand his point of view. “For all I know, you could have been in some ditch somewhere, and we wouldn’t have known. But...” he wanted to give himself some credit, “I respected your boundaries, didn’t text you or call you - even though I wanted to.”

Amy looked at him, thinking how Jack had no idea how well he actually did know the guy. How he had worked with him and sold half of his share of their mutual business to him. So in theory, he had a lot of trust in that guy.

But not knowing it probably did make Jack unsure about the company Amy kept.

“Well, I told Georgie everything was okay”, Amy pointed out.

Jack sighed. “But I don’t want to get my updates through Georgie.”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Create a group chat for the whole family so I can report where I am?” Amy asked, even though Jack probably had no idea what a group chat even meant; he barely used his new smart phone for anything else besides calling people. “I told Georgie because she took care of the morning chores for me. I didn’t think rest of you needed to know; I was going to be back before noon, anyway.”

“You’re missing the point--” Jack began, but Amy cut him off.

“I got your point”, Amy assured. “But I just ask you to trust my judgment a little bit more. I wouldn’t have stayed over if I wouldn’t trust this guy. Now, obviously, I’m fine”, she continued, gesturing toward her chest.

Jack shook his head in frustration, trying to find a way they could move forward from this as Amy didn’t seem to budge.

“So, what’s going to happen? Are you going to sneak around and not tell us who this guy is - just like your sister always does?” Jack wanted to know.

Something about that got under Amy’s skin.

She knew Lou had a reputation hiding the guys she was dating from her family, and while Amy had never understood it before, maybe she was now starting to see why that had been.

Amy felt bad for having to repeat that same pattern with Mitch, but it was for different reasons than what Lou had had going on. She had never wanted to get involved with Lou’s romantic life gossip, as she couldn’t think why it should have interested her as it was Lou’s business and Lou’s business alone, but now she probably got a hint of what her sister had gone through with her experiences.

As soon as the family smelled something romantic in the air, they were interested to know all about it.

“I understand the curiousity”, Amy said, trying to be diplomatic, “but as far as I’m concerned, all you need to know now is that I’m seeing this guy and I’m... happy. He’s a good guy and he treats me right. It’s all in the early stages, so... I’m protective of it. This family has a history of getting involved with everyone’s business, and I don’t want that to affect this. Not till I know it’s stable enough. I’m sure you can understand; you didn’t come out with Lisa until you were ready for it. And when I am... I’ll let you know, trust me.”

Jack listened, trying to accept Amy’s plea.

“Okay...” he finally said, even though it wasn’t easy to be in the dark about something like this. The electric tension between the two started to dissolve. “If you say so. Just... you don’t have to tell me, but... let someone know you’re okay. Whether that’s Cass or Georgie or whoever. We all need a little looking after sometimes.”

Amy nodded. “I will.”

“There’s a lot of crazies out there”, Jack scoffed, now seeming more relaxed, even though there was some type of sadness behind his eyes once he realized it was time for him to let Amy live her own life and make her own choices.

It had been like that for a while, but he had been in some type of denial with it. Now there was no denying of that anymore.

“Never would have thought I’d hear you use the word “crazies”...” Amy laughed a little, hoping it would lighten up the mood as the shift was now happening and it looking for a footing. It was up to them to land it somewhere.

Jack scoffed. “Maybe I’m spending way too much time with Georgie these days with Lisa busy, Lou gone and you working...” he figured. “The “lingo” is infectious...” he added with a dry smirk.

“Oh dear...” Amy almost whispered, shaking her head with amusement. “You might have to call my dad and ask him to hang out sometime. Just to even it out.”

“I’m not that desperate for a company...” Jack said.

Amy laughed.

“Okay, fair enough. Anyway. I should get back to work. I don’t want to make Georgie and Jade do all the work. Besides, I gotta get going soon, even though I don’t think Cass and Caleb will mind if I’ll be there a little bit late.”

“I’m sure they’ll be happy to entertain Lyndy for a while longer”, Jack commented, knowing what a delight the little girl was to have around.

“They probably are, but I do miss her myself, so...” Amy admitted one of the reasons for hurrying. “I’ll see you later. Have a good ride with Buddy.”

Jack nodded. “I will.”

Amy then turned around and proceeded to get back to work.

She couldn’t help but have this euphoric-like state. She had done it, defied old patterns and come out as a winner.

What if they would have done this all these years instead of just avoiding saying things they really felt? Would this state had been easily achievable back then - like it seemed to be now - or were their lives just only ready for a change now?

#heartland #fanfiction #filling empty spaces

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weepingvoidpenguin · 3 years

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Unfortunately Yours

Summary: When you and Bucky successfully infiltrate a HYDRA auction, you’re told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. But how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable Super Soldier? Especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed?

Warning: S M U T , the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written, language, spit kink, daddy kink, ptsd symptoms, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, hate-s e x, rough, more like enemies-to-lovers kind of thing, gagging, m!receiving, f!receiving, lots of receiving lol, 18+, M

Word Count: 10.6K (Whhhyyyyy)

Your body burned with exhaustion and the sheer weight of your extremities felt enough to drag you to the floor and mirror a coma with the length of your hibernation. You no longer had the minimal strength required to pick up your feet properly which resulted in the sound of shuffling to fill the small, and by small you meant miniscule, room you’d been assigned to.

Well, you and Bucky had been assigned to.

You’d both played your parts well enough over the course of the last few hours. You’d sauntered into the ran-shacked looking bar with Bucky’s arm tossed lazily over your shoulder, his distaste for the assignment evident on his face, but he’d cleared it away the second his foot crossed the threshold. He pulled you in tighter to his body and raised his chin into the air, emitting the energy of a man not to be trifled with. You’d portrayed your role as a damsel just as, if not more, convincing as Barnes’ opposite. Your shoulders hunched over and your steps were small and quivering, the wig on your head a tool used to curtain the hair in your face.

You were the lamb to this White Wolf.

Word had traveled through the dark and twisted grapevine that a certain showing of sorts took place tonight and a high-ranking target was rumored to be amongst its audience. You and Barnes were on the first flight to Germany within minutes.

Bucky had pulled you through the crowd moving along to the thundering music in the background and halted at the edge of the bar. His grip on your shoulder tightened once he’d caught the man’s attention and you winced, his fingers digging a little too deep for your liking.

The bartender scanned you over and took in your frame, making you feel smaller than you had already displayed yourself to be. It took him a while to conclude but when he took in Bucky’s domineering gaze, a look as if to say Deny me, I dare you, he nodded once and wrote something down on a napkin, sliding it over to Bucky.

Scum. All of them.

You nearly blew your cover trying to throw Bucky a look but you refrained from the hellfire clawing its way out of you. You had to be perfectly in control, emotions and beliefs aside. You were a damsel and you had to make certain they believed that. You knew they were watching; they always were.

“Relax,” Bucky hissed, pulling you under his arm and bringing his lips to your ear.

“When you pretend you’re the one being put up for auction, then you can tell me to relax,” you muttered, never looking up from the ground.

“I have been.” When you paused your movement, he pulled away to scan the room, “Nothing’s gonna happen to you. I promise.” He led you backstage and turned the corner to a dimly lit hallway, barren of any decoration in sharp contrast to every other section of the building, “Besides, once they realize how insufferable you are, they’ll be begging me to take you back,”

He opened an iron door and pushed you into the room, sending you tumbling down onto the carpet. He tsked, stepping over you and not looking back after shutting the door behind himself. You counted thirteen pairs of feet and judging by the way some of them were turned towards you, they had to be watching. You observed your hands for a second, counting slowly until you figured you’d stalled long enough and sent your trembling gaze to the exit. Bucky let out a low chuckle and clasped his hand around your upper arm, launching you back onto your feet and twisting your body to face him.

Oh, darling, German fluently escaped his tongue and you nearly rolled your eyes at the condescending tone settled in his words, You know better than that, don’t you?

His hold tightened and you winced, holding back the whimper in your throat. If you saw any hint of a bruise forming on your arm, you would give him hell later . . . and possibly even if you didn’t.

You bit your tongue and let him lead you towards a leather chair before he pulled you swiftly down onto his lap where his hand remained on your thigh, brushing the inside softly. Had you not been so annoyed, you’d have been humiliated at all the stares devouring the scene unfolding before them.

Good girl, he drawled and pressed your back flat up against his chest where he could put you on display.

You knew you should’ve been annoyed, or at least settled so into your role as his temporary whore-for-sale that the sensation coming alive between your thighs shouldn’t have made an appearance. But sometimes, the way Bucky brought his voice down real low and cooed an insult or jest your way just had an affect that your body would not deny. It kept you awake a lot.

Instead, you swallowed hard and let yourself be splayed against him. You ignored the scent of sandalwood in his cologne.

Your body trembled from the cold breeze floating around in the room and you shifted in Bucky’s lap to block everyone’s sight from the way your chest reacted to the change in temperature.

Don’t be shy, he murmured and removed your arms from your breasts, letting the thin, practically see-through fabric show you to the world.

“Buc-” You started, your panic creeping through the cracks at the cheshire sneers sent your way, but at the first sign of your discomfort, he retracted his hands and twisted you around gently, throwing your legs over the side of the chair and spreading them but forcing your upper half to face him. Effectively, cutting your chest off from their line of sight.

You trembled out a sigh and he grabbed your face tightly, drawing your eyes to his. He examined you, his hardened gaze shouting words he couldn’t currently say. But you understood. He could be a jerk, but he wasn’t a bad man.

Your body instinctively leaned into him for warmth as another breeze engulfed you, resulting in a shiver that made its way up your spine. “Are they still looking?” you inquired and he gripped your neck with a ferocity that made you squirm in his lap. Fuck.

He pulled your ear to his lips and licked the helix. You whimpered. “No,” he whispered, running his thumb along your jawline, “But if you don’t quit fucking squirming you’re gonna have a problem, Doll,”

You opened your mouth in question when you felt a sudden twitch on your backside and you swallowed. Hard. He never broke eye contact with you, instead choosing to raise a brow in mocking. Your chest heaved up and down and how you could feel his breath grazing on your cheek almost had you rubbing your legs together for some form of desperate friction. No, you had to keep yourself composed, keep the act going. But he’d seen it. All of it.

You nod your head and slowed your breathing down until he released his grip around your throat and turned his attention towards the dim stage. You leaned back into him and followed suit, making sure to keep your attention downcast and appear disheveled.

“There,” Bucky whispered after a few minutes and you lifted your head only to find the man you had come all this way for walking straight towards you.

Like a moth to a flame.

“How much?” The older man inquired, his grotesque gaze settled on your spread legs.

Bucky looked up at the balding man as if this was the first time he’d noticed his presence, “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”

The man lifted his brow, or what would’ve been, and smiled wickedly, “I’ll give you double your price if you give her to me now,” he offered, his eyes slithering up to the apex of your thighs and this time you didn’t have to fake the shiver running up your spine.

A small smirk formed on Bucky’s face and he waved his hand dismissively at him, “Get in line,”

The old man sneered but Bucky was right, most everyone had their attention fixated on what was happening currently and it was apparent there was, indeed, a line.

Bucky rested his gloved hand on your upper thigh and gripped tight, whether to refrain from hitting the guy or just to touch you, he wasn’t sure but he couldn’t keep you away when the man said, “I’ll give you four times the asking price but I want her now,”

Bucky’s grip on your thigh tightened and you squeaked at the pain, jumping slightly in his lap. “How about I give her to you for free for ten minutes and you tell me if you can handle her,”

You jerked your head towards Bucky and furrowed your brows. Free? Dick. You nearly scoffed.

The man gripped onto your calf and you shifted to kick his hand away when Bucky’s own shot out and and ripped his off of you, “Don’t touch my stuff,” he spit and the man let out a yell but that only spurred Bucky on and he tightened his fist, “Until terms are agreed upon, she remains mine to do with as I please. Understood?”

The man nodded hastily and Bucky threw you off his lap when he stood up. “Anyone else?” Bucky shouted to the room, daring others to test his limits when it came to you. After a few moments of silence Bucky scoffed, “I didn’t fucking think so,”

Bucky’s grip on the man remained and he stared down at the hunched figure, “Now, you,” he addressed and the room remained silent. This was allowed here.

Normally, merchandise couldn’t be touched until it was purchased. No buying before the auction, no discussing what you’re offering, no negotiating but most importantly don’t try to steal from anyone. These are criminals and that being said, they handle things amongst themselves. They know the rules and the risks they take breaking them.

So, when Bucky drags the poor bastard away, you follow right behind him. Not a protest to be heard. Bucky throws open the door we entered through and finds the nearest room before chucking the HYDRA agent inside and locking the door behind you.

The room was brightly lit, with all four walls a dull cream color and dark brown couches strewn casually about. There’s no real order to this place. All cement corners and LED bulbs. Pure business.

“Let ‘em know,” Bucky orders and you turn around to argue only to find the man pulling a gun out of his jacket pocket.

You jerk suddenly and kick Bucky square in the stomach, launching him towards one of the couches just as a shot rings out. You blanch at the sound, the noise filling your head and drowning everything else out. You hear yelling but you can’t make out the words, only the panic intermingled within them. Your hand reaches out around you and you grip the small button lined into your thin clothing, pressing it four times how you’d been instructed.

Everything moved slowly and people began filing into the room. How did they get here so fast? No. It wasn’t possible, they were a quarter mile down the road, there was no way they were your backup.

Hands began flying in the air and you were picked up and dropped multiple times, each time landing harder than the last. You tried to blink back the spinning but the blows landing on your face and torso made it all the worse.

Instinctively, you threw your hands up to protect your face and fought to find some footing to help. Bucky was good but he wasn’t a God, he would need help. When the first blow met your forearms you reached out to grasp the hand and used your other to drive your fist right into the person’s nose. The bone crunched under your blow.

You took a hit, then another when you managed to analyze the enemy’s fight pattern and waited until he left himself open before driving your knee into his rib cage. He bent over in pain and you grabbed him by the hair, hearing another crack when you shoved your elbow upwards against his nose.

You heard a shout and whipped your head over to see Bucky on his back, a looming figure with a gun aimed straight towards him. You galvanized towards them and threw yourself in the air, using your weight to kick him off of Bucky when another shot rang out.

Bucky shot up and crushed the gun with his metal arm. You scoured the room for the familiar HYDRA agent but found him nowhere. You shot out of the room, knocking into an opposing wall as you turned the corner and ducked when the sound of a bullet whizzed past you.

This is not going good. You had lost your target and rummaged through room after room until you’d become lost. Fuck. Where the hell did he run off to? You winced after breaking out into a sprint but pressed on, not allowing yourself to slow down. There was no way you were going to fail this mission, especially after coming so close to success.

Sweat trailed down your face and your muscles screamed at you to halt, their exhaustion beginning to wear you down. Your breathing grew rapid and your vision blurred and just as you went to lean on a wall to rest, your shoulder exploded out in pain and you collapsed with a cry.

“Dirty whore,” the HYDRA man seethed, a cane raised over his head. He brought it down and you spun to the side, feeling the air breeze past your ear.

Your hand latched onto the cane and you shoved it into his gut, pushing him away. SHIELD wanted this guy alive, so alive they would receive him. That didn’t mean he had to come in one piece though.

You tore the walker out of his hand just as he tumbled onto his ass. You stood up, grunting along the way and hovered over his body, fear sprawled along his features.

“You can either stay still or get beat with your own cane, it’s your choice,” you offered, aching to bring the walker down onto his face. “Please test me. Please.” You begged.

His gaze shifted between you and the weapon and he brought his trembling hands up in defeat. He must’ve been an agent of some Intelligence branch because his fighting abilities were evidently subpar at best.

You sighed, sad to see the opportunity go but brought the cane down none the less. “That’s unfortunate,”

You turned your attention to the sound of running coming around the corner and moved to drag and hide your captive in a nearby closet only to roll your eyes when Bucky came ‘round. You tossed the cane back and forth between your hands and smiled proudly towards the agent on the floor.

“Look who I caught,” you toyed and were met with a grunt.

“Only because you let him get away,” he retorted, pulling the balding man up to his feet.

Everything began to slow and the hellfire you’d kept under mounds of ice had finally melted through its freezing cage. “What?”

He turned his back towards you and trudged the hesitant man behind him towards the exit.

“I said,” you hollered, not caring how the halls carried your echo, “What?”

“I heard what you said,” he called back to you, not bothering to turn around.

And there you were left, frozen and dumbfounded for five solid minutes before you could pull yourself together enough to stomp your way back towards the rendezvous point. You remained hazy for the most part while debriefing. You tried to recount everything but the way your anger engulfed you in its flame obscured your memory so you kept it short.

It was quickly brought up that SHIELD captured more HYDRA agents than expected and were gonna be at max capacity so you and Bucky had to stay at a base a few miles down the road. You grumbled in compliance but Bucky didn’t respond, not even a godforsaken grunt.

What SHIELD had failed to mention though, was that this bunker was clearly meant for one. It barely counted as a room. There was a small bathroom in the corner just big enough for a shower and toilet. No sink. And a small counter with just enough space for a stove, microwave and radio. If you were to lay down vertically or horizontally you’d nearly be touching wall each way. Not to mention the singular bed.

And that’s how you got to where you were now. Miniscule room. Exhausted body. Drained mind. Patience long gone.

You huffed and dropped your bag in front of the entrance before walking to the bathroom and turning to slam the door closed. You turned the faucet on and ripped the wig off, discarding your clothes in a pile before stepping into the shower. The warm water was nice and welcoming but your body already felt aflame so you twisted the knob and held your breath when the cold stream trickled down your body. It was difficult to breathe at first, but your body soon adjusted to the temperature and you began wiping the muck off your skin with the bar of soap supplied. But that’s all the was supplied. Clearly, this place was meant to be a quick pit stop.

You sat on the hard floor as the water streamed onto your body. You could nearly fall asleep to its rhythm; It was only when your head hit the wall that you realized you were so you begrudgingly stood up and shut off the water. You grabbed the only towel in the bathroom and pat yourself dry, noticing just then that you left your clothes outside.

You let out a long sigh and twisted open the doorknob to find Bucky toying with the radio on the counter; not even purposefully, just looking for something to do while he waited.

You opened your mouth to ask him to hand you your bag but after what he said to you earlier you’d sooner eat hot coals than ask him to do anything for you. You stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped neatly around your chest and you bent over to open your bag. The shuffling on the radio stopped.

“You could’ve at least left me some warm water,” he grumbled and you rolled your eyes.

You searched in your bag for the fresh clothes residing there only to turn around when you found them and have the bathroom door shut in your face.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You shouted, pounding your fist against the door.

You could hear the water running and you groaned, pounding harder. The door opened for a split second and you were hit in the face with the clothes you’d left inside only for it to instantly be slammed shut again.

You punched the door with all the frustration built up over the past few hours and felt the wood crack with your force. Why did this man have to be incredibly baffling? You were not nearly paid enough to deal with such an unbearable partner. He would have you bald from stress before you knew it.

You spent the next few minutes grumbling to yourself after you changed and scribbled your frustration onto a small notebook you took with you everywhere. It was only when you heard the water shut off did you remember something. You still had the only towel. A villainous smirk tugged at your lips and you placed the folded towel on the edge of the bed, away from the door.

Then you heard the creak. “I will walk out naked if you don’t give me the towel,” Bucky threatened.

You shrugged despite him not being able to see you from your position on the bed, “I’ll just laugh at your dick,”

“You weren’t laughing earlier,” he shot back.

Oh. So he did remember. Good. You thought he’d gotten amnesia within the past few hours, maybe he was just too ashamed to mention it.

“Too disgusted to insult. Plus, I was playing a character,”

“Fine,” he responded and quickly came into view, haughtily sauntering over to your side and you shouted.

“Dear God!” You held the towel up to block your sight of his barren body. It was disgusting. He was all wet, hair dripping onto his muscled torso, water gleaming off his taut skin, 5 o’clock shadow drenched and straight out of a wet dream. Jesus.

“Prude,” he commented, snatching the towel from your grasp and wrapping it around himself.

“Respectable,” you corrected, crossing your arms and shoving him away. “You get the floor,”

He lifted his duffle off the ground and rummaged through it. “Then I get the blanket,”

“You get fuck all,” you stated, flipping off the lamp beside you and snuggling into the warm cot.

When the shuffling stopped and the bathroom light was shut off, you shut your eyes and let the wear of the day grab at you, lulling you into the beginning of slumber. That is, until the blanket was hauled from around you, damn near throwing you onto the floor. You shouted out and caught yourself last minute.

“Barnes!” You yelled, steadying yourself and reaching over the edge to grab the blanket back. Your hand fisted at the faux fur and you pulled with all your might to no avail.

He swatted you away as though you were a pesky fly and reached over to turn the light of the lamp on. You glowered at him and stood, wrapping the blanket around your arm and pulling upwards. Your arm strained to its capacity but the man on the floor didn’t budge. Only turned his back to you and shut his eyes. You reached over yourself and flipped the switch of the lamp, once again immersing yourself in the comforting darkness.

Bucky stiffened and opened his eyes then turned and froze you in your spot with his stare. He reached around and lit the lamp, slowly retracting his arm and daring you to turn it off again. So you did.

He yanked the blanket from your grasp and threw you back onto the bed, bringing light into the room. “Light stays on,” he growled.

“No! You’ve had your goddamn way since you stepped foot into this room. Light goes off and I get the blanket!” You shouted, not concerned about anyone else hearing considering the room was soundproof.

“No. You get the bed so I get the blanket. Tell me how that doesn’t make sense,” he countered.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting that it did, in fact, make sense. The floor here was wooden and clearly uncomfortable, plus he hadn’t even argued about the bed situation.

You retreated, “Fine, light still goes off,”

“No,”

“Yes,”

Silence fell between the two of you but you weren’t budging. Barnes had faced plenty of monsters, he could handle the dark.

“I need the noise to fall asleep,” he admitted and it was then you could hear the slight hum the bulb emitted.

You didn’t speak for a while but reared back and pulled out your phone, “What do you want to listen to?” You scrolled through a few sounds you had stored on your phone, “We’ve got: nature sounds, frequencies, guided meditations, etc. You name it, but I’m not sleeping with this forsaken light on,”

Bucky studied you, his expression changing a mile a minute but the one of indifference conquered, “Rain,”

You nodded once and selected the audio, placing the phone face up on the nightstand and turning the light off for the last time. Hopefully. You hunkered down into the thin mattress and reached down, grasping at the thick blanket. When you pulled, there was some give. He’d let you get just enough needed to cover your body if you laid at the very edge and your hand hovered in the air when you laid your arm over the side.

Minutes flew by with your eyes shut and the exhaustion slithered over your body but your mind ran wild with the events from earlier. You tried not to get angry or sad or . . . bothered. Your breathing deepened when you began to succumb to your body’s fatigue and you drifted inch by inch into the welcoming void lulling your name.

You didn’t hear when he shifted, only managed to register the faint tracing of his fingertips on your hand before finally giving out.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you opened your eyes for the first time that night. This regularly happened. You’d wake up multiple times during the night to shift positions or throw off the sheets, no matter how insignificant the desire, your body always found a way to wake you for it.

You opened your eyes slowly to a hazy vision and blinked at the sitting figure on the floor, “Bucky?” You croaked, bringing a hand up to wipe at your face, “What time is it?”

“It’s almost one, go back to sleep,”

“What are you doing?” You persisted, ignoring his demand and sitting up slowly, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Couldn’t,”

A heartbeat. Then another. And another. He didn’t care to elaborate.

“Do you want the bed?” You offered, stretching yourself out and already placing yourself down on the floor, “It’s too hot up there, anyway,”

His attention turned to you for the first time but you’d already began closing your eyes, not really having the energy to argue with him. You could hear shuffling from his spot and the ground disappeared below you, strong hands grasping your body and lifting you up to place you gently back onto the cot.

“I prefer the floor,” he insisted, wrapping the blanket around you, “Besides, you’re a horrendous liar,”

You didn’t hold back the singular chuckle, your haze still enveloping you. “Then why aren’t you sleeping?”

He sat at the foot of the bed, his hand hovering over your leg in hesitation, “It’s complicated.” He dropped his hand to his side.

“Isn’t the rain helping?” you mumbled, your sight now adjusting to the dark.

“Yes,”

“Then what?”

“I just . . . don’t want to wake you,”

“Well, I’m already awake if that makes you feel better,” you jeered, a small smile forming on your lips.

“It doesn’t,”

“Nothing does,” you retorted, the inevitable annoyance you always felt when conversing with him already made its way up into your tone.

He scoffed and stood from the bed, placing himself in the same spot on the floor with his head leaned up against the wall and his arm resting on his perched knee.

“Oh, so now you can’t handle a little attitude,” your tone came out incredulous, “You didn’t have any issues earlier when you blamed me for that guy’s escape. Which, he didn’t even get to do, might I add,”

“I was projecting,” he replied, gaze still focused on the door opposite to him.

You blinked, “Are you so tired that you’re actually admitting to being a dick?”

“I know I can be a dick, but you threw yourself straight into the line of fire twice today. So I don’t really give a shit if I was mean to you,”

“I only did that because you almost got shot twice today. Don’t take your anger out on me for your incompetence. Just say ‘thank you’ and move on already,”

“Incompetence?” His head jerked in your direction. “What was incompetent was that you couldn’t keep yourself composed,”

You sat up. “What in the hell are you talking about? My behavior is what got our target to basically give himself up to us! It was me that trapped him, not you!” His composure tensed and you crossed your arms over your chest, “You’re just mad your dick got hard so if anything you’re the one who couldn’t keep their compos-” His hand was wrapped around your throat and you were pinned to the mattress before you could finish your sentence.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed at you, his face mere inches from yours.

“Why?” You spoke hoarsely around his tightening grip, “Does the Big Bad Wolf not like that he was turned on? Who’s the prude now?”

“Turned on?” He spat, his free hand resting by your head to cage you in, “You think what you did earlier turned me on?”

You grasped at the hand around your throat and pried slightly to speak, “Fight me or fuck me, Barnes. But stop lying to yourself, it’s getting old,”

The room seemed to freeze over and Bucky paused. His hesitation was enough to elicit the fire from earlier and your legs squirmed a little underneath him. God, you hoped he chose the latter.

Then his lips crashed against yours.

You squeaked at the sudden onslaught but threw your arms around his shoulders and pulled him in tighter against you. He dropped when you intertwined your legs, his full weight pressing against you deliciously. You ground up against him, your core aching from the previous hours and the small friction elicited a moan from the both of you.

“So impatient,” he scolded, bringing the hand from around your throat down to your hips and pressing you into the bed. “What a whore,”

His breath danced along your cheek and you mewled at his words. Gods, he was going to be the death of you. Or the beginning.

You breathed in deeply, his sandalwood scent intoxicating you in a manner that alcohol never could. When you drank, you were just drunk. But when you took a sip from the tall glass that was Bucky, it brought you to life. Your body sang melodies wherever you were plastered against each other and your skin burned with need.

Touch me, your body screamed, touch me.

“Fuck off,” you groaned and Bucky jerked your head to the side, exposing your neck for him to scavenge.

The goosebumps that danced across your skin when he ran his warm tongue up from the curve of your neck to the bottom of your ear brought an arrogant smirk onto Bucky’s face. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged when he reached a particularly sensitive spot that had your legs shaking when he kissed it sloppily.

Your mouth hung open in silent pleasure and your breaths were short and rapid, your body betraying all forms of control you previously had over yourself. The hand that wasn’t residing in his hair trailed down his muscled arm and you gripped at the brawn this man possessed. His skin reminisced lightly of silk despite the rough texture of his hands.

The same hands that now made its way into your hair and tugged at the strands at the base of your neck, jolting your chin higher into the air. Your grip tightened around his biceps and the strength they emitted sent a pool rushing to your core. You continued hunting until you found the hem of his black, cotton shirt and you made your way up his taut abdomen. You let out a sigh and he jumped lightly at the sensation of your cool fingertips across his scorching skin. It was a nice contrast for him.

You gripped at the shirt and hastily ripped the cotton upward. Bucky broke away from his descent down to your chest to let you remove the fabric and you’d suddenly wished you’d turned the lights on first. He mimicked your action and tossed your shirt in a deserted corner of the room to potentially be abandoned. You gasped when the cold air of the room grazed upon the perked mounds of your breasts.

His lips returned to their spot on the dip of your neck and his tongue slithered down in between your breasts. Your breath hitched when his wet muscle made its way up to the apex of your chest. His right hand mirrored his tongue and swirled around your nipple, his teeth pulling eagerly every so often and you hissed at the delectable pain. Your eyes devoured the scene unfolding on your chest and you reached over to flick the light on, desperate for a clearer image.

Bucky halted and his metal arm reached over to switch the light back off but you swatted his hand away and he backed up lightly, his irritation evident on his face.

“I want to watch,” you grumbled and shifted up to bring your lips back up to his. He let you. He pushed back lightly with his own lips and leaned in sync with your movements. He parted his mouth slightly and you followed suit, letting him lead his way into yours with the same muscle he’d just had flicking across your breasts.

The light went off.

You pushed him away and shot towards the switch but metal met your wrist firmly enough to keep you in place. “Bucky.” You wrestled against his hold and turned your full attention back to the figure hovering above, “I want to see you,”

Despite the darkness, you noticed his mouth twitch but his grip on your wrist remained solid. You sprawled back onto the bed and wrapped your free hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down onto you, pressing his surprisingly soft lips onto yours. You broke apart, his lips a hair’s breadth away from your own. “I want to see you,”

He didn’t move, only scanned your face over a few times and you brought him back down into a kiss. This one wasn’t like before. This one was warm, soft, patient. A ballet compared to its previous mosh pit. He danced along with you, an admission hidden somewhere in his tenderness.

You hadn’t realized you’d been freed of his hold until you were wrapping that arm over his shoulder and the sound of a light humming began.

“Fucker,” you jeered and the previous gentleness dissipated.

“Shut up,” he ordered, pinning you back onto the bed and resumed his ministration on your breasts.

The moan slipped past your lips at the sight and your chest heaved upwards, desperate for more stimulation. You licked your lips at how his mouth encased your nipple, his tongue flicking against the perked skin and you dropped your head back, shutting your eyes. You centered all of your attention anywhere that his bare skin touched your body and rubbed your aching clit against his v-line.

Your chest was pressed against the mattress before you could register what happened and the hard smack that met your ass evoked a yelp. Bucky pressed fully against your backside and he ground his dick down into your ass. He groaned at the sensation and you raised your ass onto him. You yelped again when Bucky ripped your leggings down and smacked the exposed skin on your ass.

“Try something like that again and I’ll gag you around my cock ‘til you’re crying,” he growled, “Understood?”

You nodded, wide-eyed and a mewling mess from the threatening promise of this God.

“Good girl,” he cooed, rubbing at the raw skin. “Now stay still for Daddy,”

Bucky’s hand lingered on your reddening ass and the mattress dipped when he shifted to your side. He traced gentle circles onto your backside and pressed his lips on your shoulder blade, the butterfly kisses making their way down towards your spine and then lower. Your breathing grew uneven from the sheer amount of restraint you displayed. Your grip on the edge of the bed tightened when his tongue dragged from the point where your thigh and ass met all the way up to the bottom of your spine.

“Fuck,” You shuddered, white-knuckling the blanket beneath you.

Your skin blazed when you were met with another harsh slap. You mewled at the sensation, loving the fire that spread across your flesh and relaxed when his metal hand cooled the area.

Then his teeth bit into the cooling flesh and you jerked away despite yourself. Bucky tsked lowly and you chuckled at the hint of fear sprouting in your chest; you did not want to see whatever sinister expression resided on his face.

A strong hand gripped the roots of your hair and hauled you up. You followed his direction and knelt onto the ground between Bucky’s sprawled out legs, settling in your new position.

“Oh, Doll,” he chastised, “you were so close,”

“That shouldn’t count,” you retorted while Bucky pulled the blanket off the bed and lifted you up with his metal arm, shoving the barrier between your knees and the hard ground.

“But it does.” His hands dove into his underwear and sprung his cock out onto your lips. “Now get to work,”

Your eyes widened at the sight before you and you had to physically hold back from gulping. You were ashamed to admit your mouth watered in anticipation. You lifted your hands from his sculpted thighs and wrapped them around his length, enveloping just the tip past your parted lips. Bucky sighed and twitched in your mouth.

You welcomed him in fully, or as much as you could anyway, and got straight to work, not bothering to act abashed at your desire. Your tongue swirled around his tip and you leaned into him until he hit the back of your mouth but you continued on, gagging around him when he’d gotten inside your throat. Bucky groaned when your throat tightened around him and he threw his head back, using his flesh hand to guide you up and down his shaft, showing you what he liked and didn’t.

“Fuck, Doll,” he groaned, “Just how I imagined your mouth would feel,”

You pulled off him to comment when he shoved you all the way down to the hilt and you threw your hands up onto his thighs to hold yourself back. He used his metal arm to hold himself up and thrusted up into your salivating mouth desperately. He continuously hit the back of your throat and thick saliva coated his cock. Just as he promised, tears prickled at the corners of your eyes and he didn’t stop until your cheeks were drenched in the liquid.

You let your jaw hang open, your tongue no longer swiveling around meticulous spots that you knew would make his legs buckle. No, you let him have the reigns. Let him fuck your mouth ‘til your throat grew bruised and jaw ached with fatigue. You committed his cries of pleasure to memory, the sounds euphoric to your ears.

He lifted his head and stared down at you with half-closed eyes. He was in heaven and you knew it. He watched you, how the tears trailed down, how your hands gripped at his thighs, how you stuck out your tongue just as you’d made it to the base of his cock to lick his balls in the most intoxicating way. Fuck. You were the intoxicating one. You brought out this side of him. This carnal desire that became him until he’d had to step out of the room just to compose himself. And he didn’t like being out of control. That’s why he always kept you at an arm’s distance.

But now, watching as you sat between him with your mouth agape like the good girl that you were for him, he knew he’d never deny himself this pleasure again. Especially since you were so fucking good at it.

He groaned, pulling you off his cock and grabbed tightly at your cheeks, nearly pinching your mouth together. “Tongue out.” He growled, waiting for your compliance.

Your jaw ached with exhaustion but you managed to stick out the wet muscle as he pulled you closer into him and watched when he parted his lips above you, letting the saliva trail down from his mouth into yours.

“Swallow,” he ordered.

But it was already done, and you left your mouth hanging open for more.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Bucky grumbled, putting his face right up against yours and feeding you once again; this time with a sloppy kiss that coated both your mouths in saliva.

He brought you up from the floor and tossed you onto the bed before settling between your legs. The excitement in your eyes grew and he indulged in every minute of it. Bucky’s hand trailed down from your lower abdomen right above your pubic bone and pressed his palm into your neglected clit. The cry you let out was the unholiest thing he’d ever heard.

He slid his finger under the waistband of your underwear and flitted his gaze back up to your eyes, “Can I?”

You nodded eagerly, dumbfounded that he would even ask and fought the temptation to grab your phone from the nightstand and record everything that was about to unfold.

At the first nod, Bucky slid your underwear down your legs and made a show of bringing the material up to his face. Your own went red hot and you hid behind your hands, poking through every millisecond to shamefully watch. He threw the panties into his open duffel and you squirmed in anticipation.

“Remember the rules?” Bucky asked, brow lifted and already descending to your inner thigh.

You nodded again.

“I need to hear it, Doll,” he mumbled, kissing the inner part of your thigh, each placement closer and closer to where you needed him most.

“Yes,” you whimpered out, “I remember the rules,”

Bucky wanted to dive right in, he really did, but the way you sprawled yourself out so vulnerable for him, it incited a new pace that he wanted to follow. So, he did. He looked at you for a few moments, watched how the anticipation danced in your eyes, how your legs shook in wait and how you were already so goddamn wet for him.

“This all for me?” he teased, mesmerized at your desire for him.

You dropped a hand down to your side, near where his hands were wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place - and against his face. He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your answer.

You nodded sheepishly and when he lifted an eyebrow in mock confusion you said, “You. Just you,”

Like music to his ears. Just him. You weren’t for anyone else. He thought he felt his heart palpitate.

He lowered himself down to your core and kissed your lip, drawing a desperate plea from you. You couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t deal with the teasing. You were wet enough, needy enough, ready enough to take him, all of him. You’d been ready damn near the moment you first laid eyes on his arrogant smirk.

“Buck - please,” you cried, drawling out the final word.

The first kiss placed upon your soaked cunt erupted a sigh of relief and you laid back on the pillow, your eyes closed and mind gone with the sensation of those sloppy kisses blessing your needs. He flattened his tongue on your lips and licked upwards, stopping when your hips twitched into his mouth.

“Sorry!” You apologized, fighting the desire to grind into his wet muscle. He’d just gotten started and you certainly didn’t want it to end so soon.

He lifted his gaze up to you and you bit into your fist at the view, using the extremity to hold back your moans. He flicked his attention down again and repeated his motion, lapping at your fluids ‘til his beard was soaked in it. He shook his head into your cunt and his nose rubbed along your clit. The mewling that left your mouth urged him on and when you felt his muscle prodding at your entrance you threw your head back.

“Please, Bucky.” You begged, bringing a hand up to tease your nipple.

He prodded some more, his tongue gliding up from your clit and back down to your entrance, poking through enough to frustrate you. He wanted you to break for him. To lose all composure and control and just let him. He wanted you to submit to him but it wasn’t just that, it was more that he wanted to destroy you for any future experience you may have without him. He wanted you to come back to him, to need him, to beg for him and leave you with the understanding that nothing - no one - could compare to him. He wanted you. To himself.

So, when he could no longer refrain and had to use his metal arm to hold your hips down from squirming beneath him, he slipped two thick, rough fingers into your begging cunt. And the sound you emitted caused that carnal instinct to claw at the barriers caging it in.

Your hand shot down, tangling itself into his hair and pushing him harder against you. He allowed it. Your thighs held him in place, crushing him with your soft skin and he groaned at the warmth you gave off. You pulled your hand away from your mouth and grabbed at his metal one resting on your pubic bone, pulling it up to your chest and wrapping his fingers on the sensitive bud for him to tease. He slowly retracted from your chest and brought it back down onto your hips and you huffed in annoyance. You looked down at Bucky but his eyes were shut, completely engrossed in the feast before him. You bucked when his fingers glazed across that sensitive spot inside your velvety walls.

“There!” You cried, your fist tightening in his hair when the all-too-familiar wave of ecstasy began to pool together, waiting for its release.

Bucky complied, dragging the pads of his fingers up against that spot over and over again. Your legs caged him in tighter as his tongue swirled over the hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves and you cried out at the way your body tensed.

“Fuck,” you cried, your hands desperately grasping onto Bucky’s metal wrist and tugging at the roots of his hair. Bucky’s groan of pleasure was what tipped you over the edge.

You gasped when the pool building released, your body shaking with euphoria and the flood crashed down onto you. And apparently, onto Bucky as well. He pulled his mouth away but continued rubbing at your clit when warm liquid squirted onto his face and his expression of surprise mirrored your own.

When Bucky looked up at you, your face burned with embarrassment and you threw your head back, using your hand to cover your countenance. Not to mention the sight of him with your juices all over his mouth was one of the hottest things you’d ever witnessed.

Bucky chuckled at your sheepish apology and removed your hand from your face, bringing his soaked mouth up to yours and having you taste yourself. You devoured each other, your arms wrapped tightly around the other, pulling so fiercely at the innate desire to become one in shared pleasure. He could feel his pride swell at your hidden confession. You’d never squirted before and he was lucky enough to be the one to give you that experience for the first time.

You clawed at him, divulging in the warmth his body radiated and intoxicating yourself in everything that was Bucky. You couldn’t get enough of it, of him. It was nearly too much.

His hand trailed up to your gaping mouth and he inserted his fingers, “Clean them,” he ordered.

Your hand gripped his wrist and pulled his fingers deeper into your mouth, never breaking eye contact with him, loving the way he ate up everything he was seeing. You noticed the way he swallowed.

He retracted his hand and wrapped it gently behind your head so you were resting on him. He brought his full weight down onto your body and a warmth emanated in your chest when he brought his lips up against your forehead, each kiss closer and closer to your lips until they met their destination. When you parted your mouth against his, it wasn’t merely an action of carnal desire, it was like you were exchanging life forces. Merging and meeting in a manner that had your body exploding and crying out for more of the faint familiarity. Like seeing an old friend for the first time in years.

Bucky looked down between your bodies at where you were about to connect before staring back up at you, taking you in as if he would never have this opportunity again. His thumb brushed your cheek and came to a rest on your bottom lip. “Ready?”

You chuckled, “Fuck me,”

He shoved inside in one clean motion and a breath of pleasure slid past both of your lips.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening slightly around your neck and he pulled out slowly then shot back inside and you moaned.

You were still so sensitive from your previous climax that every brush against your clit sent you into a whirlwind of pleasure, the sensations shooting through every nerve in your body.

“Bucky,” you whined when his pace quickened and the sheer force of his thrusts drove you deeper into euphoria.

He filled you just right, his girth and length impressive and you wondered why you hadn’t tried to screw him earlier. He slid past your tight walls, each thrust causing the room to echo with the sounds of skin slapping and moans of ecstasy.

He kept his actions controlled, not wanting to build up to something so intense just for it to fall short and end fast. No. Despite how good you felt wrapped around his aching and swollen cock, despite how warm and welcoming you were, how you spread yourself out for him to consume, he had to leash himself. This was going to be just as good for you as it was for him.

He kissed you one last time before gripping the back of your knees and bringing your thighs up to your chest, a shout of praise falling off your lips. He was drunk on the sight of his cock going in and out of your cunt and he threw his head back with a groan.

“What a fucking pretty pussy,” he breathed out and you whimpered, biting your lip at the welcome profanities.

At this angle, he was fucking against your g-spot and using his pubic bone to rub against your clit and watching the thin layer of sweat sheen off his skin was all too much to keep yourself put together. His eyebrows scrunched together and you caught him taking in your form, watching how your pleasure displayed itself on your face for him to bear witness to. Only him.

He growled at the intrusion of thoughts that came to him. He pictured someone else in his position, someone else witnessing you so vulnerable and open to them, someone else fucking you and making you beg for them. It disgusted him. He brought his torso down and latched his teeth to your neck, biting down hard enough to have you tearing up.

“Mine,” he growled into your ear and lulled his head forward when you tightened around him.

A sinister smirk came to his face and he licked the shell of your ear, your breathy moans feeding him, “You like that?” He asked, pistoling further into your cunt and you shouted at the increase of pace, “You like when I tell you who you belong to?”

Your mouth hung agape and the one arm wrapped around his shoulder pulled him closer to you, your desperation for his warmth taking control. “Fuck . . . off,” you hissed between breaths.

He pulled out and yanked you up by your hair, twisting you around and pressing your torso into the wall but keeping your ass propped up for him to admire. You hissed at the pain when a sharp smack met your ass and your hands gripped at the wall for any way to ground yourself and prevent from becoming putty in his hands.

Another hard smack met your ass and you lurched forward to get away from the sting. Bucky kept your head pinned to the cement, his hand holding your cheek from scraping the wall but applying a pressure that had your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

You moaned at the intrusion in your pussy and he plummeted in and out, a mix of your grunts and groans bouncing around the room. His pace constantly changed. One second it was fast, the next it was slow but filling, going so far as to hit your cervix a few times and leave you a crying mess under his hold. Your shoulder scraped along the wall and you fought to push away only to have your chest slammed harder against the cement.

You brought a hand out, reaching behind yourself and grasping for Bucky’s hip, pushing him deeper into you when he slowed. Your nails dug into his flesh and the sound of his hiss shot straight to your core.

“What a goddamn whore,” he spat, bringing his teeth down onto your neck and you gripped at his hair.

You laughed at his statement, “You’re the one that can’t get enough of this pussy. Why so desperate to claim it? Afraid I'll fuck someone else?” Bucky pulled you back and slammed you against the wall with vigor, causing you to flinch

He stopped his thrusts altogether, “My patience only goes so far, Doll,” he threatened, tugging at your hair and you bit back a cry, “Choose your words wisely,”

You nodded hastily, the rough texture of the wall digging into your cheek and splitting skin. You wriggled up against him to continue moving but he retracted completely and flipped you over so he was laying on the bed and you were straddling him.

“Move,” he ordered, his hands digging bruises into your waist.

You leaned over, pressing your chest against his to lift your hips up and down on him but he pushed you back up and held your arms behind your back to keep you in place. You whimpered but the cry quieted when you rubbed your clit against him and your pussy clenched at the friction. You moaned out a breathy fuck and swiveled your hips around his, noting how much deeper he filled you in this position.

“Buck-” you huffed, eyes glued to the glistening abs beneath you. “I’m gonna cum,”

“Already?” He jeered, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

You’d lost all energy to sneer at him, your focus solely on how the sensation grew and began pooling in your cunt. “Cock . . . so good,” you breathed out, barely able to keep yourself from melting into him.

“What was that, Doll?” He stilled your movements and you groaned in annoyance.

You wriggled in his hold and you could tell by the furrow of his brow that he was fighting to keep control as well. You leaned over him, your lips hovering over his, “Mine,”

His grip flew to the back of your neck and he crashed your lips onto his, giving you full reign again. You bounced your hips on his dick, slamming down vigorously and rubbing your clit in effect. It didn’t take long for your climax to build again.

“’M gonna . . .” you whispered and Bucky placed you back up, gripping your hips and swiveling you around how you were earlier.

“Cum, Doll,” he allowed, “Cum all over this cock,”

You cried out, your toes curling as the dam in your core snapped and your climax washed over you. You hadn’t realized your fingers were intertwined with Bucky's until you came back down from your high, your chest heaving for breath.

He sat up slowly and pressed his lips against your neck. “You’re beautiful,”

Your body tensed at his words and you pulled away to give him a look of confusion. But he didn’t take his statement back, only slipped his hands around your back and gently placed you onto the bed, hovering over you.

He moved with caution, like his gentleness might scare you off if he touched you too tenderly or stared too long in admiration. But he couldn’t help it, he did admire you.

He spread your legs open and nestled between them, pushing into you slowly until your hips met and you both breathed out. His movements weren’t nearly as brutal as they were earlier, these thrusts were slow and deep and full of intention. He brought his torso down onto yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer to you.

He ran his hand, the only one he allowed himself to touch you affectionately with, through your hair and stared down at you, waiting. His gaze shifted between your lips to your eyes and he ran his thumb delicately along your mouth.

You looked at him then, really looked at him with fresh eyes and your heart leapt into your throat at the realization. “Kiss me,” you whispered and he lowered himself onto your lips, setting off an explosion in your chest.

“I’m yours,” he whispered, not able to bring himself to look at you, “I’ve been yours,”

You opened your mouth to respond but he silenced you with a deep thrust and a moan erupted instead. He quickened his pace, watching where you connected and pushed deeper and harder, your cries of pleasure driving him. He had to fuck you, he couldn’t love you, he couldn’t make love to you, just fuck. That’s it. He couldn’t allow himself to replay your look of shock at his confession, though the scene would surely be on loop for the next few days until he could get over it. Just fuck. Nothing more. Not with that look of disbelief on your face.

He held himself up with his forearms but you pressed him against you and wrapped your legs tighter around him. “Harder,” you whispered and he complied.

He groaned when your tits bounced and brought his mouth to a nipple, the faint taste of sweat lingering on your skin. You brought his metal hand up to your chest and made him grip the flesh there but he pulled it back and placed it beside your head instead.

“Bucky,” you whimpered and grabbed his hand again, bringing his open palm up to your lips and placing delicate kisses on the metal. “You can feel with it, right?”

He nodded, hesitance sprawled on his face.

“Then touch me,” you urged, bringing the hand down between your bodies and pressing the cold metal against your clit, “Feel me,”

His brows furrowed slightly but the look of your certainty forced him to dismiss his own perceptions of his body; or rather, that arm. And when he began rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves the expression on your face made him hate it a little less. Only a little.

You stared up at him, his pace growing erratic and sloppy and you knew he was close. “You wanna cum?”

He nodded, his hot breath coming out haggard and strained. You placed your hand on his cheek and brought him up to your kiss.

“Then cum,”

He shook his head, “You first,” he swirled his finger around your swollen clit and you gasped at the force of his thrust.

Your body tensed and you centered all your focus on his ministrations, “A little more pressure,” you directed and he quickly found a pressure that had you wobbling in the knees. “Close,” you murmured, gripping Bucky’s side and bringing your lips up to his neck to pepper the skin there.

He groaned and judging by the way his dick twitched inside you, you knew he wasn’t far behind.

“Bucky,” you whispered, pulling his attention towards you and his gaze brought you closer to the edge, “I’m yours,”

He blinked and his pace faltered for half a beat. He examined your facial expression, like he didn’t believe the words you’d spoken. Not like he couldn’t believe them, but like you’d said them just to appease him.

You placed your forehead against his, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to center yourself in the haze of this fucking. “Yours,” you repeated, all the emotion residing in your chest poured into the singular word.

And then he was back to drilling you into the mattress, a new vigor fueling his thrusts. You cried out and Bucky pressed his sweaty torso flat against your own and it felt like the essence, the being, in your chest intermingled with his own and all the climaxes you’d previously experienced couldn’t hold a match to the flame, the intensity, the rawness of the one that washed over the both of you in that moment.

Bucky moaned out, his hips bucking into yours and you rode out both of your highs. The sensation consuming and overwhelming and welcome on both ends as it flooded through your bodies, meeting at your point of contact.

His arms flexed above you with the ferocity of his climax and the display had you writhing beneath him, already desperate for more.

“Buck,” you whispered when his breathing evened out after he collapsed onto you.

He didn’t respond, afraid it had all been a dream, a trick, despite still being inside you. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to shatter the perfection of this moment. What if you’d only said that to get him to finish faster? What if you’d only fed him what he wanted to hear? What if-

“Buck,” you repeated, pulling him from his daze and he lifted his head only slightly. You gripped his chin lightly and forced him to look you in the eye. “You’re . . . mine?”

He wanted to shake his head, to tell you that he got caught up in the moment but instead he said, “Yours,” because he knew anything else would be a lie and he was tired of lying.

You studied him and nodded, “Yours,” you stated, already rolling your eyes from the smirk forming on his face, “Unfortunately,”

He brought your face to his and planted a tender kiss on your lips. He started shifting his position and grabbed the underwear he’d been wearing earlier before pulling out and using the cloth to clean the mess pooling out of you. But not before taking a mental picture, of course.

After a few minutes of laying together, his hand playing with a few strands of hair, you felt the warm welcome of sleep beginning to drag you into its embrace. You opened your eyes groggily and looked up at Bucky who was already looking down at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I know about your night terrors,” you whispered and his actions halted momentarily before returning to brush through your hair, “I hear you sometimes. And I understand why you don’t want to go to sleep but,” you sat up slowly and placed the thick blanket down on the floor, dragging the pillow down with you and patting the open space beside you, “you should rest. I’ll be here to calm you or stay up with you. Whichever one you need,”

He didn’t move at first, his ears drowning out any thought he could have while processing what you’d said. He’d stayed silent so long you’d thought you’d crossed a line.

“I can always sleep on the bed if you’d prefer, though,”

Bucky shook himself from his thoughts and edged closer to the floor, slowly descending into the available space and wrapping the blanket around the both of you as much as he could. “No,” he said, “I want you here,”

You hummed in response and snuggled into his waiting arms, lightly wrapping your own around him, making sure to kiss the part of himself he hated the most before fatigue swept you up into its clutches. Bucky followed soon after.

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avtrbee · 3 years

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never

summary: nobara and itadori asks megumi about the biggest fight y/n and gojo ever had

tw: abandonment issues (?)

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It seemed like the entire Jujutsu High School seemed to freeze in cold when Y/N and Gojo-sensei walked past each other near the training grounds. They were usually attached at the hip in the school as both were teachers and...well, they were married. They looked like lovesick fools on campus, but mainly Gojo sneaking kisses at any chance he got and Y/N silently letting him. No one missed the small smile of fondness on Y/N’s face every time.

“Oi,” whispered Itadori, nudging his shoulder. “Will they be okay? Y/N-sensei’s face looks so cold.”

“Yeah,” agreed Megumi without hesitation. This wasn’t his first experience of seeing a lovers quarrel- they practically raised him after all. He and Tsumiki always had the front row seats on Gojo’s tantrums and Y/N’s stubbornness. “They’ll get over it.”

“Hah?” Nobara poked his shoulder. “You seem pretty confident, Fushiguro.”

“Well, it’s not like this was their worst fight…”

“Huh, I never knew them to fight frequently. They always looked so in love that fighting seemed out of the picture. What was their worst fight like Megumi? Were you there?” asked Itadori.

Oh, he was there. He remembered every second of the week-long fight- the longest it ever lasted. Megumi didn’t even remember what it was about- the laundry? Stress? He really didn’t care about the specifics. From that point, Megumi has seen Y/N and Gojo have little arguments with a few ending up in screaming matches. They were always mindful to scream when he and Tsumiki were out of earshot, but they caught bits and pieces nonetheless. They were always greeted with a sleeping Y/N cuddled up with Gojo on their sofa the next day, anyway.

But this...this was something else. It was serious. It got so bad that Gojo even packed up a suitcase filled with his clothes and slammed their front door, going away from who knows where.

The house felt frozen like it was winter, similar to how Jujutsu Highschool felt now. All three of them looked at the door silently, expecting, praying, that Gojo would come back with a goofy smile calling his actions a prank, making everyone sigh in relief. But a few minutes passed by, and the door still hadn't opened.

It was Tsumiki that broke the deafening silence first. “Will- will you l-leave too, Y/N-san?”

Megumi and Y/N’s heads whipped to the girl. Tsumiki, always the bigger sister, was trying to keep a straight face, quickly wiping away the tears that were falling down her cheeks. There was a smile on her face as if trying to convince everyone that it's okay- it’s okay if Y/N leaves. Just like her mom, just like his dad. Y/N walked three great strides towards his sister and shoved her a little too aggressively to her stomach.

“No.” she croaked. Y/N raised her head to look away from them, presumably to cry. She never liked crying, much more people seeing her cry.

Megumi has always looked at Tsumiki as the older sister she was, always caring for him, fussing around him with a motherlike intent. But the sight of Tsumiki’s arms tightly secured around Y/N’s waist while sobbing into her shirt was the youngest Megumi has ever seen his sister.

He gets it. He does. Megumi might be nine but he was the first to realize that his dad and Tsumiki’s mom were never coming back. He realized this quickly, too. The slam of the door, a parental figure walking past without ever looking back...he and Tsumiki have seen this sight way too many times.

There was anger in his chest, both directed at himself and at Gojo. Did he trust too quickly? It was only two years since Y/N and Gojo took them out of the cramped apartment they called home, two years since he’s been eating take out and home-cooked meals for dinner instead of leftovers of a restaurant, two years since he and Tsumiki hadn’t slept on a thin mattress on the floor. He got too complacent, and this is where it got him.

Megumi’s heart ached, and all he feels is anger- anger towards Gojo for leaving, anger towards Tsumiki for caring, and anger towards Y/N for taking them in and making him trust again. He got too carried away with all the privileges and assurances they showered them with that Megumi didn’t even think it would go away. How stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He’ll miss this, he thinks. Megumi will miss coming home to an occasional hot meal that Y/N would cook if she arrived home early. He would miss the weekly shopping trips they would go to- Megumi barely wanted anything, content at staring at the stores and observing Tsumiki and Gojo buy clothes for everyone. Megumi would miss Disneyland- he had only been there once but Gojo saw the excitement in his and Tsumiki’s eyes that he promised he’ll take them there again. He would miss Gojo carrying him out of spite, despite being too tall and holding his hand as they walked to stores despite him acting like he hated every second of it. He’ll miss the way his heart would swell every time an old lady would call them a cute family and the way-

“Megumi.” His head snapped to Y/N whose eyes were red and sad. “You’re crying.”

Megumi lifted his palm to hold his cheek and sure enough, he managed to catch a tear from rolling down his chin. He didn’t even realize he was crying, which made him angrier. He wanted to tear this place he called home for two years apart with one of his dogs, leave and never come back-

From Y/N’s stomach, Tsumiki peaked at him and held out her hand. Y/N placed a comforting hand on her head before giving Megumi a sad smile. It was then Megumi let all of his anger flow through his tears, he was ashamed of even thinking of leaving- Y/N just said she wouldn’t leave them, and he believed her. He felt more tears roll down his cheeks and he let himself wail, scream, and shout for the entire world to hear. He ran like a child to Tsumiki’s hands and to Y/N’s comforting hug and screamed more.

He didn’t know how long they cried together but at the end of the night, they were all tucked in a corner, Tsumiki and Megumi snuggled at Y/N’s sides.

They were comfortable at that, but Y/N insisted on getting up and getting ready for bed. She ushered the both of them to the shower and brushed her teeth with them. There was silence as they did their tasks, exhausted from silently crying and Megumi from throwing a fit with his wails.

It wasn’t until Tsumiki was buttoning the last button of his pajamas when they heard their doorbell ring an absurd amount of times. It didn’t have the intention to stop until someone opened the door.

“I’ll get it,” announced Y/N, her voice croaking from disuse. Megumi remembered watching Y/N figure walk to their doorway, then finally opening the door.

Behind it was Gojo with eyes as red as theirs, holding a bouquet of flowers on one hand and two paper bags on the other. He raised his gifts to them with shaking hands.

Megumi would have laughed at his sight, Gojo had snot coming out of his nose, his eyes were filled with tears, lips trembling. But the fact that Gojo’s blindfold was off, giving an impression that Gojo was serious.

“I-“ Gojo sniffed. “I meant to come back earlier, I didn’t mean it- it’s just the higher-ups gave me a mission to Europe as soon as I closed the door-“ Gojo breathed deeply, eyes darting at the three of them. Behind him was the suitcase he packed, untouched on their doorstep.

“-I teleported, I finished it as soon as I could, and-“

“Fushiguro?”

Megumi flinched backward at the sudden sight of Itadori’s hand waving in front of his face. He was suddenly pulled out of his memory, blinking several times to adjust to his new reality. “Sorry, I spaced out…”

“Well?” Nobara prompted, putting her hands on her waist. “What was their biggest fight?”

The expression on her face was similar to those she wore before she threw a fit of impatience. He wasn’t really in a mood to explicitly describe the emotional toll their fight took from all of them, nor was he willing to suddenly open up about his abandonment issues and how a Gojo going out and not coming back until three hours later triggered something in him and Tsumiki. After Y/N hugged Gojo, Megumi remembered racing against Tsumiki towards the white-haired man at their door, each of them clutching one of his legs.

Megumi trusts Itadori and Nobara...he just wasn’t there yet. He’ll tell them someday he thinks, he’ll tell them everything.

Megumi looked at Y/N and Gojo-sensei again and was pleased by what he saw. A small smile graced his face as he pointed towards the couple. “It ended just like that.”

Itadori and Nobara turned their heads towards the direction of the couple. From their position, they could see Gojo clutching a bouquet of flowers while audibly sobbing his apologies while Y/N tackled him into a hug.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #megumi fushiguro #tsumiki fushiguro #gojo x reader #jjk #jjk angst #jjk scenarios

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Vanilla Milkshake

Summer: Henry and a long time friend hangout at their usual spot when things turn chaotic because of an innocent misunderstanding...

Prompted by:

Oooh Freyaaaa I just *need* some scene featuring Henry and ofc drinking milkshake.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (no description of ethnicity or body type).

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: RPF, major fluff, friends to lovers, sexual innuendo, mild seduction, sex talk, an unwanted boner, Henry being a boomer, Henry having a meltdown.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own.*

A/N: So, first thing first, thanks @agniavateira for quickly beta’ing my work! And of course thanks @the-soot-sprite for bouncing ideas with me and being an emotional support. Decided to go with friends for lovers because I live for that stuff. Also, I am aware that “Milkshake” can be interpreted in several ways but for the sake of the story I went with that particular reference. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics

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Title: Vanilla Milkshake

“I swear, this diner looks like Barbie had an orgasm all over the place.” A whimsical grin sliced between Henry’s marble cheeks. Eyeing the pastel-esque surroundings, he huffed scornfully and adjusted the cap over his nest of unruly curls.

“Remind me again why we always meet here, young lady?”

Staring at the beastly man who barely managed to squeeze into the plastic-pink faux leather booth, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Henry carried himself with something that was both eloquent yet unmistakably feral, reminding her of a burly forest creature. Sturdy tree trunks stood for limbs, torso, and shoulders—the widths of icy mountains and a blanket of thick fur coated the entirety of his body, deeming him a dangerous bear.

No wonder he preferred himself clean-shaven. The sharpened edge of a razor kept him a cut away from becoming ‘Henry the Barbarian’.

Seeing him surrounded by pastel and sparkly fairy dust brought far more joy than she could ever imagine. The utter look of contempt gleamed on the surface of his shifty eyes.

Oh, by God, how much he hated glitter!

“And what would you know about Barbie’s orgasms?” she teased with a crooked eyebrow and a comical suspicious glare.

Readjusting his cap over the messy mane of chocolate curls, Henry offered a terrible wink and shrugged, “a gentleman never tells.”

Her fingers rapped on her thigh while she contemplated whether to allow this naughty joke slide, but then the urge to provoke him was far too great. After briefly chewing on the inside of her cheek, she broke into a wicked grin.

“Is that… like a role play you have with the missus? She’s Barbie, and you’re G.I.Joe? Because I kinda don’t want to hear about it, but then I kinda do.”

Henry’s smile gradually faded along with the playful glee in his eyes, his melancholic gaze dropping to the sparkly table. He slumped into a heavy sigh, “If by missus, you mean ‘Miss Hand’, then no… not really.”

Dumbfounded, she frowned at Henry with confusion when then it struck her; a sense of incredible embarrassment drained the blood from her head to her gut.

“Oh…”

“Yep.” Henry blurted and grabbed the menu, pretending to be incredibly interested in the kids’ meal options.

Just in time to rescue them from a prolonged awkward silence, the waitress arrived with their order, serving Henry a hot cup of double espresso while she received a tall glass of a luscious vanilla milkshake.

“Enjoy your drinks, guys!” the waitress smiled sweetly and kept her eyes glued to Henry as she walked away. But the gloss of the waitress’ flirtatious excitement was lost on him; drenched with greed, Henry’s blue sapphires were fixated on the generous scoops of ice cream and the dark chocolate swirls that decorated his companion’s dessert.

“Henry, my eyes are up here!” she provoked and grabbed the straw between two fingers while throwing an amused glance at his simple cup of coffee. Henry followed her gaze and scoffed before raising the cup to his mouth and blowing to cool his drink.

The way his lips pursed together and his finger stroked the ceramic surface did not escape her observation. A sudden tingle swam down the length of her spine once it resonated in her mind that kind, charming, and beastly Henry was now single. Here they were, long time buddies, but now sitting together felt less comfortable than before. Her limbs felt like pins and needles while staring directly at his eyes was as risky as staring at the sun.

“Cheers,” Henry mumbled and took a sip from his cup.

Almost jolting in her seat, she stiffened and then grabbed her straw.

“Cheers.”

Giggles came from the other side of the diner. Among the retro gumball machines and rounded plastic bar stools, the waitress and a colleague leaned against the counter and stared at Henry, who turned his head for a brief moment and tipped his head.

Their giggles turned even louder.

She frowned.

“So, have you been single for a while?” she heard herself asking with a rather urgent tone. Right away, a look of contrition crept on her face as she regretted her verbal onslaught and lack of sensitivity.

Henry directed his gaze back to her and watched as she slowly sipped from the milkshake and then suckled the cream off her mouth.

Absentmindedly, he licked his lips. “Since May. How about you, weren’t you with…?”

“No, ended, dodged a bullet.” she spat and pumped the straw up and down the thick beverage. “My milkshake brings all the boys… except it doesn't.” she sighed.

Henry frowned and shook his head with confusion. “What? You never told me you make your own milkshake. How come I never had some?”

Her face abruptly froze, her eyes rounded with surprise before she snorted so loudly the waitresses stopped their whispering.

“Umm… Hen?” she called out, trying to hold herself from bursting into chuckles as her friend accidentally asked for a very sexual favour, “you honestly don’t know what ‘milkshake’ is slang for...?”

“Uh…”

“Omg, you’re such a boomer.”

“No, I was born in ‘83! I’m a millennial. But please, indulge me.” he begged and crossed his arms together.

Clearing her throat loudly, she did her best to fight the wicked grin that stretched on her already painful cheeks and wrapped her fist around the straw. “So you know... how… certain male bodily fluids are sometimes white and creamy...? And when you perform a certain motion it’s like you’re shaking it…?”

Henry blinked and became silent. An unbidden rush of blood pooled at his groin as he watched her thumb graze over the tip of the straw and her fist pumping it into the smooth liquid in a slow, gentle motion. Wickedness glazed her eyes, but he tried to dismiss it as nothing but their usual playful banter; yet his adam’s apple bobbed up and down while his shoulder tensed at the oddly arousing sight of her performing a sinful act on a milkshake.

There was an unmistakable stir in his cock and for once, he was thankful for narrow spaces as it hid his predicament.

Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the straw. She went deliberately slow, making him watch while she playfully licked and suckled the tip until finally wrapping her lips around it and taking a generous sip.

Henry gawked utterly smitten, unaware that his jaw was nearly at the floor.

And to make things worse, she moaned—not too loud—but definitely enough to make his shaft harden more.

She wasn’t sure what stirred this whimsical boost of confidence, only that seeing the large, handsome man pale at her provocations made her feel like the most powerful woman on earth. She also gathered she’d regret it forever and a day once they’ll part ways, but it was too late for that now.

Gingerly she pulled back, though not before allowing a single drop of cream to trickle down the corner of her lips.

“Oops,” she smirked casually, wiping the cream with her fingertip and sucking it clean.

“Please stop…”

It was then when she noticed that Henry’s playful mien was all but gone. Far from amused, he glowered with a clenched jaw. “If you’re going to keep doing that, I’ll have to leave,” he stated matter-of-factly.

A rush of panic made her freeze in her spot, the same needles that pricked her skin were now setting jolts of electric bursts. “I’m so sorry, I crossed the line,” she said and covered her mouth with shame, “did I offend you? Do you want me to leave?”

“What? No, no, not at all.” Henry’s voice softened right away, and he reached a hand in the air, as if trying to stop her from leaving. The last thing he wanted now is for her to think he is angry with her. If anything, he wished they could spend more time together, not because of his obvious arousal, but because for the first time in a long while, he was having fun.

Still, she looked at him so utterly distraught.

“Then…?”

Henry scanned the diner as if trying to make sure no one was staring or taking any photo and then shifted in his seat uncomfortably. His eyes altered between his spread thighs and her several times, trying to signal toward his… trouble.

“Oh...” she gaped.

An odd sense of pride began to permeate her chest, battling over the burning embarrassment that flamed up her neck and cheeks. At this point, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel, only that it was definitely the most awkward hangout they had to date.

Problem was, she never knew when to shut up.

“Is little Henry hungry?”

Hearing those words, his brows dropped to an irritated sulk. “There is nothing little about it.”

“Ha! Prove it!”

It was as if the entire diner and perhaps the world fell into silence. Had the clatter of the dishes being washed in the back kitchen not rung their ears, she would have thought she grew suddenly deaf.

“I didn’t mean it… sorry, I’ll stop,” she mumbled slowly and pressed her fingers to her mouth while shaking her head at her stupid behaviour. That was it, this was to be the last afternoon she would ever hang out with Henry and right now, she couldn’t even bring herself to look at him.

Henry chewed onto the inside of his cheeks, trying to stop the words that came faster than his thoughts.

“You didn’t?... Because I’ll definitely be up for proving...”

She blinked at his words and tilted her head, hoping that he won’t notice the wild tremors that shook her limbs, “What was that?”

“I... yes? No?...I… fuck!”

Henry lowered his head and slapped his palms across his face, rubbing back and forth with an utter meltdown while mumbling, “Forgive me,” a couple of times. He couldn’t care less of what the waitresses or whoever was watching would think of him; all he cared about was to make her feel comfortable around him again and maybe… even make her like him?

“Henry?”

Soft and warm her voice called to him, slowly pulling him from his anguish like a sailor being rescued from a sunken ship. His blue sapphires shone, an ocean of confusion and anxiety still pooling within while he peered back at her face that was now smiling at him a mixture of comfort and exhilaration.

“Would you like some of my milkshake?”

#henry cavill #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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i don’t wanna do this (i don’t wanna lose this)

eighteen plus blog minors dni

summary -> it’s all fake, every piece of it scripted and perfected for the camera, even the upcoming break-up you pretend doesn’t break your heart.

words -> 2.5k

warnings -> fake relationship, use of name (bucky calls the reader by her character’s name, lucia, once) nickname uses (baby, sweetheart) co-workers/friends to lovers, no smut, not beta’d

notes -> this is for the lovely maera’s ( @ambrosiase ) hotel indigo writing challenge i absolutely love this idea mae and am so appreciative that you created this challenge, it really pushed me out of my comfort zone and i got to explore an entirely new au.

room & service -> business meets pleasure with celebrity bucky barnes -> bucky and reader are co-stars in a fake relationship in a hotel for their final comic-con together.

— ➶ —

Bucky has been doing interviews with Sam all day today.

You’ve been working together for six seasons and have both been to too many comic-cons to count. Every single one of them you and Bucky had been paired up to do interviews and photo-ops together.

A scripted piece of a scripted relationship. Agreed upon when your characters romance began to pick up popularity and designed to look perfect until the end.

Tomorrow an article with be released ‘leaking’ the details of your perfect break-up too. A source close to the both of you will comment that wrapping of the show and being forced to go long distance just wasn’t working for you two. The writer will supply photos of today, the two of you avoiding sitting near one another and not speaking. They’ll write that their source confirmed this convention is actually the first time you’ve seen each other in months.

Even more articles have already been planted periodically questioning whether the two of you were still together, generating buzz around the show and what happens between your characters. It’s a brilliant job, honestly.

Except, you and Bucky had been in a fake relationship for so long, it had begun to feel real. This distance between you two felt purposeful in a way that hurt you more than it ever should have.

Your assistant is supposed to go through your instagram soon and begin archiving posts and pieces of your fake life with Bucky. He’s been glaringly absent from your social media recently and it makes your heart ache at the idea of him being nonexistent.

Your fans have noticed too. You read comment after comment all asking the same thing; What happened to you and Bucky?

“Oh, Lucia! My dear, Lucia.” You bite down a grin at the sound of Bucky’s voice through your door. His words were filtered by the wall between you and a little slurred from the drinks he had no doubt consumed at the hotel bar. “Open the door, please.”

You lock your phone and lay it on the bed beside you. “I’m busy, Bucky! Go bother Sam.” You call back despite already walking towards the door.

“Bother Sam? On our last night together?” You can see Bucky smile teasingly though the peephole. Despite his joking tone the words hurt. “Four years together and this is how things end? Through a hotel room door?”

His fist comes up to bang against the door and a hand comes up to his heart. He’s putting on a show for you, fully away of your eye watching carefully through the peephole. “How much have you had to drink, Bucky Barnes?” You ask as the door remains closed.

Bucky holds his fingers up in a pinch too small to be true. “Not much.” When his hand falls back to his side he smiles up at the peephole. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’ve missed you.”

You melt, becoming putty in his hand as you quickly move to unlatch the door. “I’ve missed you too.” You admit to him, face to face, as you lean against the door jam.

A smirk replaces Bucky’s sweet smile as his hands reach out to grip your hips. “This break-up is tough on me, baby.” He pushes you into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. “One more night. One last time. You and me.”

“Shut up!” You force his hands off of you and turn towards the mini bar in your room. “You’re such a dweeb. I’m glad we’re breaking up.” You pull out the miniature bottle of wine and twist the top off.

Bucky’s hand slams across his chest as he falls against the wall in dramatic fashion. “You’re… Glad? My frail heart can’t take it,” he falls to his knees, “Please. Tell my mother, I loved her.”

You watch, unamused, as Bucky falls to the floor in front of you. “You’re obnoxious.” A beaming smile breaks out onto Bucky’s face that makes you grin.

“I was serious, about missing you.” Bucky moves to sit up with his back against the edge of your bed. You move to sit beside him on the floor. “These junkets and photos just aren’t the same without you by my side, cracking jokes in my ear.”

You rest your head against his shoulder. “Me too. I love Wanda, but it’s just not the same.” You admit quietly.

There’s so much that you want to say to him. What if this wasn’t fake? What if we didn’t go through with the break-up plan? “Did they send you our social media plan?” Bucky asks quietly.

“Yeah,” You swallow thickly, “I have my assistant going through my account for me soon. We’re supposed to start untagging and deleting photos of each other this week.”

Bucky snorts. “How fucking sweet. Four years together and they have us untag each other to confirm a break up.” His fingers tap against his thigh as the two of you sit on the carpeted floor together.

“Has it really been four years?” You ask quietly. It’s more of a question to yourself, but Bucky answers it with a nod anyways.

“My longest relationship ever and it was fake.” Bucky’s awkward laugh makes the air tense as he stares down at his hands. “I’ve wasted so much of my life. So many chances gone.”

You know the words aren’t said with ill intent, but that doesn’t stop the crack from forming in your heart. You can’t fathom the idea of all your time together, fake or not, being a waste.

Your eyes cut away from him in embarrassment. “Was it really all a waste?” You ask quietly. The words are unintentional, but that doesn’t change the fact that they’re out in the air.

“What?” You can feel his eyes settle on you in an attempt to read your face or body language, but a career in acting comes in handy. Your back is ramrod straight and your face turned away perfectly to hide the emotions in your eyes. “It was fake when we could have had something real with people we actually cared about.”

It’s a knife to your broken heart. “People we actually care about?”

“You know, like, other girls and guys who we wanted to pursue but couldn’t because of the contract.” Bucky reaches out to wrap a hand around yours, but you pull away. “I don’t understand what’s wrong here.”

You shake your head, the regret of your words settling over you. “Nothing. I’m just… It’s been a long day.” You use the edge of the bed to help you stand while Bucky remains on the floor, watching you in confusion. “I’m tired, you should go.”

“Woah. What’s this one-eighty?” Bucky stands too and follows you as you move around to gather your toothbrush and skincare. “Two seconds ago we were joking about a fake break-up and now you’re all quiet and weird? You expect me to just leave?”

“Please.” You plead. The last thing you want to do is dump all your feelings out to Bucky, on the last day you two were officially contracted to each other, and make him feel guilty for feeling free. “I just need to be alone, Buck.”

You move to push past him towards your bathroom, but Bucky’s hand wraps around your wrist. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t do this closing yourself off thing.”

“I’m not.” You say stubbornly. “I’m tired.” You try again to move past him, but his grip only tightens as he forces you to actually face him. “Buck-“

“You can tell me, you know?” He says quietly as his grip slackens. Your eyes meet his, pools of blue staring back at you with something akin to hurt. “You can trust me. We’re best friends, right? You’re my-“

“You don’t have to lie to me, Bucky. Pretend to care. You can go back to the bar and…” You pull your hand from him and cross your arms over your chest. “And tomorrow we can start being with people we actually care about.”

Bucky’s eyes squeeze shut as his own words are repeated back and left out in the open between you two. “That’s not what I…”

“What did you mean then?” You cut him off. You want to sound angry, but your tone is sad and tired. “Enlighten me, please.”

“I just meant… I meant we could date who we wanted to date, I didn’t mean for it to sound so awful.” He answers quietly. “I care about you a lot. We’ve been friends for over half a decade, of course I care about you.”

You swallow thickly. “What if I don’t want to date anyone else?” You force yourself to ask. If not now, then when? Ten years from now at a reunion of your show? You couldn’t live with this what if.

“What?” Bucky’s hand falls from your wrist as he takes a step back like your words have burned him.

You push through the thundering of your heart and ringing in your ears to ask, “haven’t you ever thought about it? I mean, four years of just us, all those dates and premieres, was it really all just work for you?”

“I don’t know… I mean…” Bucky rubs a hand over his jaw as you stare at him expectantly. “Have you?”

“I asked the question I think that would imply…” You trail off as his answer weighs down on your mind. It feels like a no. No. No. No. It’s on repeat in your mind as you move to sit down on your bed. “After a while the dates and photos and sappy posts didn’t feel all that forced anymore.” You admit quietly.

Bucky paces silently in front of you. You’re unsure of what’s going through his mind as he does it and it’s all you can do to not tap anxiously as you watch.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He finally asks when he finally pauses in front of you. You look up at him unsure of what to say. “I mean… When did you start…” He trails off like he doesn’t want the answer.

You look down at your hands in your lap. Despite your worries in telling Bucky you guess you had never truly thought of this conversation ending up this way. All these questions felt like Bucky preparing for a gentle rejection.

“I don’t know. After our second anniversary?” You keep your answer to him vague despite you being fully aware of when you started seeing Bucky differently. “That post you wrote for me that day. All the ones after. All of those words were fake?”

Your mind drifts to his words that day. The sweet and short caption had made butterflies erupt as you scrolled through the photos he had posted with it. Despite you both being required to post something, the photos he had chosen had been entirely genuine.

Pictures the two of you had taken together on set, selfies during your fake dates, and even a sweet set of photo booth pictures from your first premiere together.

You had stared at the post far too long as emotions rushed through you. Your heart raced at the idea of Bucky taking his time to pick photos that meant something to the both of you.

“I think that..” You shake your head in an attempt to rid yourself of the painful reminders. “I think you should go.” You stand up suddenly, your hands pushing gently at his chest.

Bucky’s eyes widen as his hands come up grip your arms in an attempt to stop you. “Woah. Let’s talk about this. I’m just trying to figure everything out.”

“Figure it out? What is there to figure out, Bucky?” You cry out, shoving harder. “If you don’t know how you feel then you should figure it out on your own.” You move past him to open the door.

Bucky follows after you hastily. “Sweetheart, wait, please. I just need a moment.” You grip his forearms tightly using Bucky’s own momentum against him as you guide him to the hallway outside your room. “I wasn’t expecting this. We have articles and photos and interviews planned about a break-up tomorrow.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything, Bucky.” The two of you are back where your night began. Opposite sides of the door as you stare, unsure of what to say. “Let’s just pretend this never happened, okay? The article will be published and we’ll confirm it and life will move on.”

The door slams shut in his face without warning, not giving him a chance to say anything else. You stare blankly at the ugly, green shade its painted in silence as you remind yourself; It was all fake. A script you had been given and followed to a tee. One you had gotten too caught up in.

You’re feelings don’t change the ending.

There’s a slow knock on your door. You suck in a breath as you move to open it an apology on the tip of your tongue.

“Bucky.” You’re cut off as his hands come up to rest on your cheeks and he pulls you towards him. Anything you had to say dissipates as his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss.

Your hands come up to grip his t-shirt tightly as you kiss him back your tongue slipping into his mouth while he pulls you flush against his body.

An arm wraps around your waist and Bucky pushes you back into your room, his foot kicking your door closed harshly.

The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed and you finally pull away to look at Bucky, but he speaks before you can say anything.

“Of course I’ve thought about it.” He breathes out. His eyes are wide with nerves and his cheeks flushed red. The sight of it mixed with his kiss makes your heart pound. “I’ve thought about kissing you for real, not in a room filled with crew and cameras. About what it would be like to be on a date where paparazzi hasn’t been tipped off. Baby,” his hands rest on your cheeks again as he forces your eyes to meet his, “I’ve thought about it all. What it would be like to be with you, to really be with you in every way. Sometimes it’s all I think about when we’re together.”

You take pause, your eyes widening and hands freezing in place as you listen to what he’s saying. “Why didn’t you say anything then? Why’d you just pace and ask me all those questions?”

“Because I’m an idiot.” He smiles brightly when you giggle. “Because I couldn’t believe you actually felt the same way. I was in shock.” He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You smile up at him softly. “What do we do about the article tomorrow?” You whisper your question.

You feel giddy with excitement as Bucky’s hands land on your hips to hold you in place, flush against him. “We deny it.”

“What about our managers?” Your smile doesn’t fade even as stress over the situation arises. “And…And our separate interviews tomorrow?”

“What are they gonna do? Fire us?” Bucky smiles. “We’ll tell them all about how in love we still are. That the source in the article was a dud and we’ve just been private recently as the show wraps.”

“We will?” You ask quietly. Your heart racing at his words. “You want to say all that?”

Bucky nods his head. “I do.”

You don’t say anything else he leans in for another kiss, you could worry tomorrow.

Bonus -> The Next Day

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yourinstagram the final season of our show premieres this weekend and we’re so excited for you all to see how it ends. the first photo is from tonight and the second from our first season! the past six years has brought me so much joy and i’m so grateful for everything this show has given me. most importantly though, i’m thankful for you, bucky barnes. my adrian to my lucia. my best friend. my lover. thanks for making this show so fun.

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samwilson we made a great show. love you guys.

buckyfan thought y’all were a pr stunt lmao

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buckybarnes i am most grateful for you. you made work worth it every god damn day.

yourfan my favorite couple on and off the screen.

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notes -> this is my first ever time joining a writing challenge, it really pushed me to work through block and focus on this instead of letting is die out like i have with other projects despite liking them so much!

(hoping you guys don’t hate the extra instagram idea, i just felt it fit in!)

hopefully you enjoyed and if you did, reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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➔Pairing: Jeno x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut (with a plot!) ➔Warnings: Sexual tension & Penetration. ➔Word count: 2,470

➔Summary: You haven't called your ex-boyfriend in two years, but he's the first person you call when you're in a bit of trouble. He comes when you call, thus sparking a night neither of you will be able to move on from.

Anon request #1: can I request an ex to lovers scenario with jeno where his ex and him decided to stay as friends and since always they had a huge tension and after 2 years they got really flirty or smth, thanks💖

Anon request #2: hi, I want to request a drabble about sex with jeno, thank you!!

Jeno looked at his buzzing cell phone and blinked lazily. He hadn't seen your number come up since you broke up with him, which had to have been two years ago. He had managed to stay friends with you over those two years, but you were never friendly enough to call each other at three in the morning. Still, Jeno picked up the call to hear static at the other end of the line, wondering if he would still feel the same when he heard the sound of your voice.

"Hello?"

There was more static. When he thought you might have pocket dialed him, and he was getting ready to hang up, he heard your voice. Time seemed to slow down in those moments.

"Jeno?" you said. "I don't have good service out here. I'm scared, Jeno."

Feeling his heart race, Jeno asked, "Where are you? What is going on?"

"Off the highway. My car broke down." you said. "Can you come get me?"

Jeno sprang out of bed immediately, tearing the covers from his naked body. He got dressed while keeping you on the phone with him, so that you weren't scared. He drove to where you were, pulling over to the side of the road. When you saw him, you got out of your car and stood awkwardly, wringing your hands together.

"I know I shouldn't have called you first," you started to say. "But i-"

"-It's okay." he said, meaning it.

Jeno was bone tired, but being in front of you made him more alert. Though you broke his heart, he was still so careful with yours. Jeno came over to your car to look at it, pulling up the hood like he had any idea what he was truly doing. You watched his muscles as he fiddled around with stuff, your eyes slightly glazing over.

"I don't know much about cars." he said, shutting the hood. "I'll call someone to come pick this up. Until then, I will drive you back home. It's too late for us to be waiting out here."

You nodded and followed him back to his car. He made the call quickly before setting his cell phone down in the cup holder. There was so much gratitude for him in the silence, but you couldn't seem to get any of your thoughts out. You were still thinking about his muscles, about how handsome he looked at nearly four in the morning.

"It's done," he said. "They'll pick your car up soon. You can figure out what to do about it tomorrow."

"Thank you." you said.

It had started to rain. A few droplets hit the front of his windshield before a whole sheet of rain came down, hitting the top of his roof as hard as rocks. He could barely see out of the windshield, so he decided to wait for the storm to pass. It was awkward inside of the car, and too quiet.

You cleared your throat. "Are you seeing anyone?"

Jeno looked over at you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Seeing his expression, you realized what an invasive question it was. You tried backtracking, but you were sputtering your words enough to make Jeno laugh.

"Relax," he said. "I'm not seeing anyone."

You didn't know what you were thinking. Maybe you were too tired to think straight. Maybe it was the sound of the rain. Maybe it was the way he looked at you in the darkness of the car. You reached over and touched the hand that rested on the steering wheel until he looked you in your eyes.

"You got Lasik eye surgery." you said. "You used to look so cute in your glasses."

For Jeno, it was easy. There has always been sexual tension between you. Touching the top of your hand felt natural. He leaned over, grabbed your chin and kissed you. You made out, completely unaware that the rain had stopped. When everything slowed down, you were straddling Jeno in his seat, and his hands were on your ass. You parted, your eyes staying on his lips until he spoke.

"I should get you home." he said.

"You should come home with me." you said, surprising yourself more than him.

Jeno laughed and eased your body off of his. "I want that more than you know, but I don't think it's a good idea. I could never control myself around you. "

Jeno drove you home, the only sound in the car coming from the windshield wipers noisily wiping away droplets of rain. You followed the blades swiping left to right, your brain in a funk.

Breaking up with Jeno was one of your top ten mistakes. You weren't as wise as you are now. You didn't know what you had when you let it go. You had carried his hurt with you everywhere you went for two years. Though you remained as friends, there was always weird tension whenever you met up with each other. His group of friends didn't trust you, and your group of friends always took your side, even though each of them was in love with Jeno. Your shared friends didn't get into the middle of it, and you and Jeno spent 24 months skating around unspoken apologies.

"We never had a chance to talk alone." you said, finally getting the bravery to speak out. “There are a lot of things left unsaid.”

Jeno pulled up in front of your house. You weren't surprised he knew where you had moved to, because you had been dropping hints for months. You had always hoped Jeno would roll up one day and give you another chance you didn't quite think you deserved.

"We don't have to talk about it now. "It's early in the morning and we both could use some sleep," he said.

You hummed in agreement, looking out of the rain soaked window at your lonely, dark house. You looked up at the sky and wanted the sun to come up, to cast a pretty glow over you and soften the experience of sitting with your ex in his car.

"You're like my knight in shining armor." you said. "I owe you a lot."

You had your hand on the door handle. You wanted to lean over and kiss him the way he kissed you, but your bravery only went so far. Jeno seemed to be thinking a similar thing. His eyes fell to your lips. Before either of you could act, he unlocked his doors.

"Get some sleep." he said, rubbing his arms as if he were cold. "I'll check in tomorrow to see how you're doing. I don't want them overcharging you for their services. If you want, I can go with you to make sure they don't."

"Okay." was all you could say. You got out of the car, tapped on his window as a way to say thank you and walked up the pathway to your house. You touched your fingers to your lips and remembered the way he tasted.

Jeno stayed there idling while you put your lock into the door and turned the handle. Once you were safely inside, you didn't wait to see if he had driven away.

You walked into your home, not caring enough to flick lights on. You weren’t as tired as before. Making out with Jeno had felt like an IV of caffeine had slipped into your bloodstream. Your body felt swollen in places, your heart most of all. You walked through the rooms, taking off your bra underneath your t-shirt and flinging it across the back of your couch. Your foot was on the first step of your stairs when you heard a soft rapping sound on your front door. Backtracking, you walked back to the door and flung it open, crossing one of your arms against your chest to hide yourself.

“Hi,” Jeno said.

He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes darting frantically around your face. You had no time to greet him back before he stepped over the threshold and took your lips against his. You moved your arm and let him smash his hard chest against your free breasts. Your nipples were aroused and you knew he could feel them against the thin material of his t-shirt. You threw your arms around his neck and clung to him, savoring the taste and feel of him.

“I know I said no but....” he said, between kisses. “It was very hard to watch you walk away from me just now.”

You kissed him and bit down on his lip, pulling it lightly with your teeth before letting go. “Take me to bed.” you said. “Or the floor...the couch..i don’t care, Jeno, just take me.”

Jeno picked you up into his arms. He shut your front door and locked it behind him without ever taking himself away from your lips. He was strong enough to carry you upstairs without struggling, which made you even more aroused than you already felt.

“To the left.” you whispered against his mouth.

It was strange having him in your new bedroom, yet, there was something familiar about seeing him amongst your possessions. He felt like he belonged. Jeno set you down on your bed and let out a groan of approval when you wouldn’t let go of his neck. You tried to trap him with your thighs, but he had pinned your arms above your head, which made you release him. Your body relaxed, half hanging off of your bed. Your stomach was bare where your shirt had ridden up, so Jeno leaned down to kiss it. He pushed it all the way up to expose your bare breasts and take them in your mouth one at a time. He was really going at it, feeling them and teasing them, when you put a stop to things and slipped out from underneath him.

“Can you give me a moment?” you asked, your face growing hot. “ I just need a second.”

Jeno sighed but agreed. He sat on the edge of your bed and watched you slink into your bathroom. You tried your best to freshen up, to get the 5 a.m stink off of you. Your mind was frantic and thinking of a million things that could go wrong. You realized that you were extremely nervous. The door to the bathroom slowly opened to reveal Jeno standing there with his hands in his pockets, and all of those thoughts faded like ghosts into the foreground.

“What are you doing?” he asked, crooking his finger. “Get over here.”

It was much easier than you thought it would be. It was like two friends getting together after a long time, friends that knew each other’s bodies inside and out. You tore off your shirt, not caring whether your armpits were sweating anymore. He met your breasts and moaned in appreciation as his mouth got back to business. On the bed, he rolled on top of you, laying kisses all down your body. You lifted your head up and let him nip at your neck. You took your hands and placed them underneath his t-shirt to touch his abs.

“Well,” you breathed. “This has changed.”

Jeno could only laugh. He took off his shirt and let you admire his body, which had definitely changed since the last time you took him to bed. You touched the hardness of his chest, down to the smoothness of tummy leading down to his cock, which you remembered in every detail. You sidled underneath him and let your tongue taste the salt on his skin. You bit down on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

Your body had changed, too. You were softer in a lot of places, which Jeno loved. He wanted to touch and savor all of you. There was an overeagerness to him that stifled any remaining awkwardness there could have been. He bit down on your shoulder in response, scraping his teeth against your skin before he met your mouth. His tongue wound its way around yours for a few seconds, just relishing the feeling of them together.

Once all the clothes were removed, a desperation started to change the atmosphere. Things were no longer silly. He didn’t laugh. You didn’t go anywhere but in his arms. The rain on the window was quiet but present. The sun was seeping into your skin where you lay underneath him. There was a moment where he grabbed your face between his hands and held you there, his thumb brushing across your cheek. He kissed you sweetly, his lips full.

When Jeno entered you, it was like all the memories of your sex life came flooding back. You would always miss him inside of you when he wasn’t there, miss the full feeling that came when he penetrated you for the very first time. You had missed the sounds his throat made whenever he concentrated on pleasuring you. You hadn’t forgotten how skilled his fingers were at fondling you, or how each stroke never failed to make you lose all thought. He fucked your body like it meant something in the morning glow. He didn’t slow down for anything, not even when he felt your fingernails digging into his back.

He had let you take control. You moved on top of him and sank down onto his cock, holding onto his arms as you did. With your hands pressed against his chest, you moved. You rode Jeno wildly, bucking against his pelvis with abandon. He tugged on your hair when you tilted your chin towards the ceiling. He gripped your waist. He smacked your ass. He did everything in his power to bring you back to him every time you slipped away. Your eyes eventually found him again. You moved lower and rode him, your sweaty body gliding against his. He held you, his thick arm around your neck as he felt your walls contract, as you came around his cock.

You wanted to cry out, wanted to bring the room down around you. You kept fucking him, wanting to coax the cum from his cock, to feel the warmth moving downwards with gravity. You wanted to keep it going forever, but it wasn’t meant to be. It had been a long time since you two had made love, and your bodies were too excited to hold back.

You knew there would be a talk somewhere in the future, when he was ready. As Jeno screwed up his face in orgasm, as you felt the warmth of his cum, you were a little too happy to prolong that conversation. You wanted him in your life for a long time but, for now, you would take him any way you could get him.

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