Tumgik
#((Let's see how a canon verse stands up to this!))
fanpageknight · 10 months
Text
Beware of the Canon
Posted:06/08/23
Title: Beware of the Canon
Dad Miguel O'Hara x GN Spider-Reader
BF Hobie Brown x GN Spider-Reader
Summary: You're Miguel's kid who's dating Hobie Brown
Author's note:
Word Count:807
Spider-verse Story List/ Master List
Warnings: Language
🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞
Tumblr media
Hobie had asked you out a few weeks ago when he came to visit the Spider Society to hang out. You happily agreed and snuck out when your father was busy.
The first date was a smashing success. How could it not be when you're bashing in nazi skulls with a young hot punk who's got superpowers!
Hobie just couldn't help but take you on date after date. One day, it's an underground show in a dimension in the corner of the universe the next your eating stolen sweets on top of a freshly graffitied Statue of Liberty.
To be honest, you're not exactly sure when you become official. It was just common knowledge for you to refer to each other as partners.
Today, Hobie escorted you back to your earth with an arm over your shoulder laughing about something stupid. "Huhm." The sound of your father clearing his voice catches both of your attention.
You look up to see your father, Miguel, standing in your bedroom with his arms crossed. "Jigs up." Hobie chuckled and put his hands up. Miguel glared at you, not bothering to even acknowledge Hobie, who walked over to your bed to crash.
"What the hell were you thinking sneaking off to other dimensions behind my back? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?" Your father had his voice serious and raised but not enough to be yelling. "Not to mention the shit that you've been doing in those dimensions. I mean, honestly, spray painting the Statue of Liberty." You smirk at the memory. "A symbol spreading the falsehood of liberty while dozens of minorities suffer..." You say as Miguel continues. "You stole historical artifacts from the British museum..." You lifted your chin proudly. "Returned said artifacts to their original owners..." You corrected. "And worst of all, you've been trying to help spider people break cannon!" He shouts. You stare into his eyes for a moment, trying to think of a witty response. "Yeah, I got nothing for that one..." You looked pasted your dad to see Hobie smiling at you, happy that you don't feel shameful for ehat he call real spider-man duties.
Miguel stares into your eyes pissed off. "How long did you think you would be able to get away with seeing him behind my back?" You signed. "Honestly... it didn't feel behind your back... at least not the relationship part. I love him." His face softens and places a protective hand on your shoulder. "Y/n... beware of the canon. You're a spider person... if you get too close to him-" you cut him off. "He'll die?" He didn't respond, making you scoff. "We know that, Papa. That's why we've been testing your canon theory..." His jaw clenched and started to shake his head, trying not to say something he'll regret.
"You're grounded. Give me your bracelet." You looked at him wide-eyed and then gave it to him. "Oohhh~" Hobie teased at the threat, knowing damn well he wouldn't listen to it. "And you!" Miguel whips around to see Hobie laying on your bed with his boots still on. "I- I can't. I just can't." He turns towards the bedroom door. "I ain't even here," Hobie responds to himself. "No more dimension jumping for you till you've earned back my trust and shown me that you can not only be responsible but that you take canon breaking more seriously." He paused after he opened the door. He holds your face with one hand. "I've already lost one kid and refuse to lose another." He kisses your forehead. "Aww, that's a happy little ending, in it?" Miguel glared up at him. "Get your damn boots off the bed."
Hobie hops to sit up, letting his feet hit the floor. Miguel rolls his eyes and bent down to you again. "Him? Seriously?" You nodded with a smile. He looks back at Hobie, then you. "You know there's plenty of respectable young Peter Parkers out there..." You cocked an eyebrow. "Not all of them but a few..." You crossed your arms playfully. He sighed in defeat. "Worth a shot." He kisses your head again before stepping out of the room. "Go wash up. Dinner will be ready soon." You nodded and started to walk towards your bathroom.
Miguel stopped before closing the door and opened it again. "Oh and Hobie." Hobie stopped checking you out to look at him. "Yeah, mate?" "Get the hell out of my house." He said, making Hobie chuckle and stand. "Yes, sir. I'll have your offspring home before supper, yeah?" Hobie, shoot a web at you yanking you from your bathroom to his chest. Hobie kisses your lips. "What?" Miguel said, confused, opening the door one last time. He sees Hobie holding you in his arms as he opens up a portal.
"Hey, wait!" Miguel yells after you guys as the portal closes. "Ay, coño!"
2K notes · View notes
tteokdoroki · 8 months
Note
Aali!!!! I was gonna put this in the tags of your training scenario but got shy :(
but i immediately thought of Gojo!! And like he's not surprised you flipped him over due to you're strength, he has no doubts about how strong you are but it's the fact that he trusts you so much he unconsciously turned off his infinity for you <3 so now he's like !!!!!! because what!!!! but also you're on top of him and you look so pretty so now he's short circuiting double the amount!!!!
Like !!!!!!!! my brain is going crazy thinking about it - 🍓
☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. neither strong, nor weak - just in love.
Tumblr media
about. combat training with gojo makes him realise just how strong you really are. inspired by this silly post i made yesterday, it wasn’t meant to become a whole thing but it did and now it’s…sad. im sorry. also pls don’t be shy ily :(
warnings. minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact. sfw, angst, mutual pining, slightly unrequited romance, mentions of violence (they’re combat training), death mention, canon!verse, gn!reader.
Tumblr media
you’re pissed. 
over the years satoru’s seen a colourful array of emotions splayed against your features. he’s seen joy, laughter, happiness — all of which are his favourites. he wishes he could have seen them more. but also sadness, anguish and a pain so deep he felt like he was dying right alongside you. 
he’s died once before, nearly, but it never could have compared to the feeling he got when you looked at him with pure hatred. because gojo had been the one to hurt you, then. 
you’ve never been one to hold grudges, you’re too good of a person for the world to hold anyone in such a negative light for way too long — but when you do experience these emotions, you feel them all too much and all too hard and everyone can see it too. maybe that’s why gojo picks up on your spike of anger so easily during training today, it could be the sick reason behind how much he’s enjoying you being pissed off too.  
because you wear your heart on your sleeve and your emotions on your face, so gojo knows exactly how he makes you feel — all of the time. “c’mon sweetheart, don’t lose focus. don’t you wanna beat me?” he taunts you, a cocky smile stretched over his lips as he dodges each of your blows, though the shades over his eyes hide the admiration he has for you.  
“fuck you.” you spit back harshly, as if the words scald your tongue. shifting your weight onto your back foot, you take a chance and swing your leg up high, just narrowly missing the silvery mop of satoru’s hair where his infinity goes up to protect him. 
for gojo, it’s easy for things to lose their meaning, slipping away from him like fine grains of sand through his fingers. at times when he should, he finds himself without a care — it’s easier to walk through life not giving a shit than to tie emotions to actions, people and places. if the strongest cares too much then people have to die. that’s why the wielder of the six eyes holds you to such high regards. you’re strong because you’re able to care — no matter what’s in your path or who might stand in your way, and what they might make you feel, you are able to be strong for those in need. 
you feel what satoru can’t. 
“i’ve been waiting all day for that, honey.” he quips back, lifting his shades just a little to bare the full brunt of your aura through his technique. “c’mon, let’s put in a little more effort, shall we? if i were a curse, you’d be dead by now.” 
everything gojo sees is magnified by one hundred, he could detect the smallest of changes no matter how close or far he was from you — and being able to witness frustration build up in your core along with stacks of your cursed energy elicits a pleasant reaction out of him. his head flops to the side, almost bored, despite how the corner of his lips quirk up into a lopsided grin. satoru loves how you’re just teeming with anger, from the top of your head right down to your toes — spreading into your fingertips as your cursed energy balls powerfully around your fist. 
and even though he catches it between his larger hands, the thin invisible veil of his infinity quite literally stopping you from killing gojo — he can still feel that you’re pouring your all into this, into him. even though you’re tired and dripping with sweat while your muscles burn so hot you fear they might melt away, you’re still trying. you still won’t give up. you’re still stronger than he ever could be. 
and he’s practically a god. 
“you would be the dead one if you didn’t have the cheat code to life.” rolling your shoulders, you step back with a menacing snarl and start again — fists flying in the direction of the six eyes as you’re  fuelled by the passion of taking him down. making him hurt. people like gojo piss you off, their existence serving as a reminder that your life is not promised and every step you take is a sacrifice to help them live on. though deep down, you know that you don’t hate him for it. it’s nothing that he could have helped. 
once again, satoru snags your fist before it can even leave a mark on him and draws you in by his infinity. for a moment, you’re scared that he might use it to repel you, harm you  — he catches the flicker of fear in your eyes before you steel your nerves and keep on fighting even as he grabs at your wrists, sweeps your feet out from underneath you and pins you to the hard ground below. 
leaning over your frame as you squirm beneath him, gojo tuts down at you in faux disappointment. “so sad, and here i was, thinking that you were strong enough to beat me.” he says, cruelly. “give up already, princess.” 
in response, you bare your fangs and dig your nails into his wrists — not letting up. “i’ll give up when you’ve killed me.” 
that makes satoru falter. 
it’s only training, really, it shouldn’t even be that serious. but his mind can’t shake the idea of one day sacrificing you for the good of others. for everyone satoru gojo has ever cared about, there has been a day where he has to choose between letting them meet their end and protecting the jujutsu world. that’s the way it’s always been and always will be. it’s not that he thinks you’re weak, that you can’t handle yourself — you’ve proven yourself capable of that time and time again. you’re strong, physically and resilient in your emotions, mentally but you’re only human.
and humans don’t last as long as gods do. 
seizing the opportunity at hand, you squeeze your thighs around satoru’s slender waist to switch your situation and rip your wrists free from his steady iron grip. so now, your positions are reversed, and he’s the one with his arms above his head — exposing all of his vulnerable vital organs. he could have easily kept himself in control and have you squirming below him for hours, but he lets you. he trusts you enough to let you prove yourself to him — just so he can have that moment, that lets you know that the great satoru gojo is not immune to the likes of you. 
he is weak for you. 
his infinity slips away unconsciously just as his back his the the floor with a dull thud — wisps of his snow white hair flying about the place with the motion. satoru lays still beneath you, unmoving like a tree rooted to its spot, and peers up at you through the thickness of his lashes. he watches how you try to control your surprise and how shocked you are at yourself for pinning him down — truth being told that if he didn’t have infinity to hide behind, if he was human, you probably would have been able to from the start. 
“think again,” you breathe, the dip in your voice doing nothing to help satoru’s crazed mind and how insane he is for you. “princess.”
you’re so pretty like this. your eyes are frenzied and and astonished, your chest heaves with every breath you take in desperation to fill your lungs with air and your skin shines with light perspiration from your training. and even then, to satoru, you’re the most precious form of life he’s ever seen. a rarity amongst unpolished gems. every emotion you have right now is laid bare against your features, coursing through your veins and it’s because of him. 
it’s nice like this, to feel weak in the knees and in the heart for someone. to be able to feel your pulse rather than see it as nothing but a flicker of a blue flame with blue eyes. 
he wants to touch you, subconsciously reaching out to brush a thumb over your cheek. “you’re so beautiful.” satoru whispers, his voice low and uneven — causing goosebumps to rise over the expanse of your skin and a soft gasp to lay wet on your lips. 
exasperated tears begin to well up in your eyes, sitting pretty in your lower lash line. you’re so angry at gojo and how you think he sees you but you don’t dare to push his hand away, instead turning your head to look elsewhere. you don’t want him to see you cry. 
“turn your infinity back on. i could kill you.” 
“you’re beautiful,” satoru repeats adamantly, not caring if he sounds like a broken record. “you’re strong. stronger than me.” you’re pissed at him too , for looking down at you. for all the things he’s said that hurt you without meaning to. your grip on his wrists loosen along with your hold on your emotions. “i wish i could be weak enough to love you.”
“i said turn it back on, gojo.” 
“look at me, please.” 
“gojo.” 
“please.” 
your shoulders sag with a shaky exhale, all of the fight you had leaving you as you sit on top of him — looking down at him. “what?” comes your quiet mumble, not daring to flinch away as his thumb traces over your bottom lip without the gentle hum of his infinity.
“i love you.” 
if you were at any other point in time, satoru’s words would have had you melting over him like butter in a pan. you would have been weak enough to say it back and let him overwhelm you with longing. because if this were any other point in time, you would have needed satoru gojo like you needed air to breathe. like you needed him to live. 
but things are different now, there’s a concrete wall built around your heart to fortify it and you’ve grown to become immune to him. like gojo says, you are strong and while you know that you always have been — hearing him admit that makes you realise you don’t want to prove your worth to him anymore. 
you would much rather have him kill you instead. 
Tumblr media
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
932 notes · View notes
honeyhoshi · 1 month
Text
you do it naturally
Tumblr media Tumblr media
summary: the hiding, the secrets, and staying back to watch him shine has never been an issue. until today.
it’s the night before the biggest show of his life, but it’s soonyoung's turn to show her that he’s her biggest fan.
this is a part of the playlist universe
genre: social media au/trad fic hybrid, solo idol au, celebrity x non-celebrity
wordcount: 4,606
pairing: solo idol!hoshi x afab!reader
warnings: discussions about self-esteem issues, body image/weight, feelings of jealousy, plenty of frustrated tears, afab reader, female anatomy, fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, crying during sex (good!!), dirty talk (lovingly), pussy drunk hoshi (canon), implied chubby/bigger reader
author's notes: unfortunately i am horribly in love with hoshi so this is my humble contribution to his smut tag
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
As someone whose life revolved around sugar, butter, and flour, this was a new world. The tension in the air is palpable and the flurry of activity is so different from the kind of rush you’re used to. You’re nearly tripping over your feet trying to catch up to the member of the staff who's been sent to assist you. This must be so out of their scope of work, it's almost embarrassing how clueless you are to all of this.
It’s been three years since you started dating Soonyoung, and while you’ve never missed one of his shows in Seoul, this is your first time attending one of his rehearsals. He’s notorious for being laser focused and demanding of his team, making sure everyone remembered their collective goal of an amazing show. You never wanted to get in the way of that or to be considered a distraction. 
In fact, that’s always how you’ve operated as his girlfriend. You understand where you stand, what your role is, and when it’s time to work, you will stand back and let him shine.
But when you make it to the front of the stage, taking a seat close to Soonyoung’s managers after giving them a friendly smile, you can’t help the wave of pride that comes over you as you take everything in. The stage is massive, the largest Soonyoung’s ever had, and over thirty dancers are on stage with him as he adjusts the blocking and tweaks steps.
Then he catches your eye.
His eyes disappear as he smiles and you can’t help but do the same. You fight off the urge to wave, wanting him to get back to what he’s doing knowing full well they have limited time to go over everything before resting for the evening. You can’t take your eyes off him though. Preparations for concerts usually take him away from you for weeks at a time, and with the scale of this one, you hadn’t seen each other in the flesh for a month.
Just seeing him in front of you now already makes you feel sated.
“Can we do another run of the new song with the pair choreo. We just want to see which works better,” the director calls from the tech booth.
“Nari-ssi, please come up. Everyone else, take 5,” the choreographer on stage with them calls into her mic.
Soonyoung had mentioned he was debuting a new song at the concert. It was something he and Jihoon had worked on last minute that he couldn’t stop talking about, wanting to drop hints but also saying he wanted it to be a surprise for when you would see it at the show. He had dropped the topic dead a few weeks ago.
Nari bounds up the stage with a glorious spring in her step, bare faced but glowing. Her practice clothes fit her like a glove and her overall vibe gives off the energy that she herself was an idol.
That ugly feeling starts to simmer in your stomach as what you suppose is the song starts to play. The intro is slow and sultry and the sweat in your palms starts to grow uncomfortable. Only an idiot wouldn’t understand the sensuality of this song from the get go.
The love of your life is standing right there but you can’t take your eyes off of Nari as she finds her blocking before the verse starts. Nari smiles at Soonyoung and makes a comment you can’t hear from your seat. You feel sick.
Soonyoung and Nari are facing each other with one of his hands on her chin, lifting her gaze to him. His other hand is resting on her slender hip and in a three count from their choreographer, they move in unison.
“Three, four, five, ‘oh baby, cause I’ da, da da!”
The MR only covers the backing vocals but still you know that’s Soonyoung’s crooning and matched with the way his and Nari’s hands and bodies move, you’re transfixed. Horribly.
You avert your eyes, unable to focus and try to play it off as replying to an urgent message, but you’re startled when you hear a loud “SOONYOUNG FOCUS!”
Your head flies up to find Soonyoung staring you down from the stage, eyebrows furrowed and looking, dare you say, nervous.
“We need to see how this is actually going to look like tomorrow, so please let’s put more effort into this. Poor Nari’s giving it her all, Nyoung-ah.”
Soonyoung tries to communicate with you wordlessly but your unwillingness to keep eye contact makes it difficult for Soonyoung to get whatever it is across.
The music plays back again and they return to their starting positions and you know he’s turned it On.
The look on his face, the focus in his eyes. This is what he looks like when he’s locked in, and when his body starts to move, everything falls away.
But Nari.
They move seamlessly, sensually, and just Right. She matches every beat, wave, and touch he gives her. And gives back that same sultry energy with a flick of her wrist, dip of her hip, and when she leans her head back on his shoulder, allowing him to move her body to the music.
You could never move like that. You could never fit in his arms like that. 
The song ends and the dancers around them hoot and jeer and Nari blushes as she and Soonyoung finally break their grazes, breathless.
They would never cheer for you like that.
Tumblr media
This has never gotten to you this badly. Usually, the distance between the two of you allows you to compose yourself when things get muddled in your head, able to piece yourself together when the fear and insecurity claw up your throat. But your usual proximity is nonexistent and the gap has been closed.
Being with an internationally acclaimed artist meant busy schedules and only being able to squeeze in the littlest dates every now and then. You had time to prepare for those, give yourself the pep talk of It’s been three years. If he wanted you gone, he’d have said something by now.
In preparation for the show you two had made prior plans you would stay with him, an impromptu long weekend “getaway” you had put in at work almost 3 months ago. But now it feels like you’re trapped. You’ve been short with him since his rehearsals wrapped and you’d met up with him in his private dressing room. You could only stomach to say surface level good jobs and you’re always so amazing!
There’s no way he hasn’t picked up on it yet because the air in the car was nonexistent. It was stifling and you could feel the waves of anger simmering underneath Soonyoung’s skin, just waiting to burst forth the moment the two of you were alone.
He knew something was wrong. He always knew. 
The ride up the elevator to his unit felt like the longest and shortest elevator ride of both of your lives and the second Soonyoung had let you into his place and locked the door behind him, you wanted to cry.
“Can we finally talk about this?” He starts. 
“What?”
“Babe.”
“Soonyoung.”
“Are we really doing this?” He sighs, exasperated.
You feel bad. But the sadness is gnawing at your head and heart and neither are working correctly.
“We’re not ‘doing’ anything, Soonyoung.” You say as you toe off your shoes and put down your bag before facing him.
And what a glorious face it is. He’s always been the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. He looks best like this, you think. Soft and free of makeup and tired and home.
“I’m sorry,” you start, face beginning to crumple and the sting of hot fresh tears threaten to spill.
“No, no, no, baby. Come on, come here,” Soonyoung’s scrambling to pull you into his arms, “Hey, hey, shhh. Look at me, talk to me.”
He pulls her face into his hands and tries to lift her gaze towards him. But she fights and tries to keep her head down.
“Baby, you have to talk to me, okay? You have to talk to me and tell me what I did wrong, hmm?” He respects your refusal to look at him and instead hugs your head to his chest, resting his chin atop the crown of your head.
Soonyoung wraps his other hand around your shoulders and maneuvers the two of you to lay on the couch, You’re still sobbing, large tears falling from your eyes and dampening the shirt he’s wearing.
When he moves to lay down on one of your favorite spots to cuddle in his home, you freeze in his arms, sobs stopping and shoulders going rigid. You push yourself off of him, hands going up to brush the tears off the face.
“No, no, I’m too heavy, I'll crush you.” It is almost business-like how you snap back into this cold tone.
Soonyoung stops, sits up straight, “What are you talking about?”
You groan, “Soonyoung, I don’t want to get into it. Please, you’ve had a long day, tomorrow is going to be—“
“No,” he cuts you off, “We don’t get to talk about tomorrow until we talk about today. Until we talk about what’s going on right now.”
“Soonyoung—I just. I don’t know how to talk about this. I’m just blowing things out of proportion. It’s nothing, I swea—“
“It isn’t nothing, though, is it?” He says, softer now. He reaches up for your hand, “You’re upset. You’ve been upset since I saw you after rehearsals. We have to talk about this, baby. We promised each other we’d talk things through.”
Your eyes sting again, a fresh batch of tears ready and threatening to make their appearance. That sharp feeling in your nose is there, any second now.
“Tell me how I can make it better, baby.”
The dam breaks and you fall boneless into Soonyoung’s embrace. You straddle his lap and wraps your arms around him, pressing the two of you chest to chest.
You bury you face in Soonyoung’s neck and let out a shuddering sob.
“I’m sorry, I’m being so, so immature and so unreasonable. You didn’t do anything,” you say, still slightly unintelligible from the tears.
“You’ve never done anything that’s made me sad or angry, Soonyoung. It’s me, it’s me and my stupid brain.”
“Hey, hey, no. Please please don’t say that, hmm? Let’s work this out together,” Soonyoung coos.
“I-i-i just felt so horrible, Soonyoung!” You finally cry, “She looked so beautiful and perfect and just so RIGHT in your arms and God, the way you two moved and how everyone watched the two of you.”
Soonyoung pulls away, grasping you face in his hands and finally locking eyes with you.
“I know I said I’m okay keeping this a secret and keeping everything simple and under wraps, and it’s fine! I promise, it really isn’t that.”
“Then what is it, baby?”
You’re quiet for a bit as Soonyoung traces the path of your tears with his thumbs, wiping them away.
“I’ll never be able to do what she can. Nari. I’ll never look like her or act like her or move like her. I can’t even dance with you without looking like a fool.”
Soonyoung feels his heart sink. His own eyes start to grow bleary and when he blinks a tear falls to his cheek. He drops his head to your chest and breathes you in.
“I’m sorry—“
“Oh no, Soonyoung it isn’t yo—“
“I’m sorry that things have gotten this far that you’ve grown to feel that way. I’m sorry because I know in some way or form all of this has become that and I didn’t catch it.”
When he lifts his head, tear tracks mark his pretty face and his nose is red.
“But you have to know,” he starts, eyes very serious, and not daring to look away from you, “You have to know that you are everything. You are everything to me. You’re even more than that.”
“And we are going to dance. Oh we are going to dance all the time. I am going to dance with you in the kitchen when we’re waiting for focaccia to bake, we are going to dance in the bedroom when we change the sheets, and we are going to dance when I marry you. And everyone will have their eyes on you and they will clap and cheer because just look at the woman I love.”
“Soonyoung—“
He stands with a start and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, elbows hooking over his shoulders. His hands are under your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. He’s carrying you into his room.
The lights automatically flicker on as he enters and kicks the door closed behind you, “In fact, baby, why don’t we start now hmm?”
“What, start what?”
He grins and any semblance of sadness has vanished from his face. He smiles and something in your heart is elated.
“Dancing, of course.”
Tumblr media
Soonyoung is known in the industry as an ace — able to sing, rap, compose, choreograph, and above all things, dance. And dance with you he does.
The way he can make your body move is unexplainable because once he placed you at the center of his bed, he’d strummed at your body, mouthed at your pulse and had gotten you out of your top and jeans before you could even fully comprehend.
His mouth is hot on yours and he breathes in your air as soon as you exhale and you’re growing lightheaded as his hands continue to undress you. In an attempt to get some air in both your lungs, he pulls away to frantically tear his shirt over his head, not daring to take his eyes off you. He flings it over his shoulder unceremoniously, not a care in the world where it lands and makes quick work of his sweatpants. 
“What, you thought you’d get lucky tonight?” You quip at him, “Even when you knew I was feeling tilted?
He’d gone commando.
“Good mood, bad mood, whatever the fuck mood, I want you,” he laughs as dives back in to kiss you.
His hands are everywhere, like he doesn’t know what and where to touch, wanting to feel you everywhere before settling on the thickness of your thighs. He spreads your legs slightly so he could slot himself in between them, cock pressed perfectly to your center. 
And then he grinds. The head of his cock nudges perfectly at your clothed clit and you let out a mewl.
“There you go, let me hear you,” he groans into your ear, “Y’sound so good for me, sweetheart.”
“Soonyoooouung,” you can’t control the drawn out moan of his name. After everything you’re pent up and everything feels too much already.
He lets his mouth trail wet, open mouthed kisses from your jaw to your neck as his hands busy themselves undoing the hook of your bra. He scrambles to get it off of you and immediately pulls one nipple in his mouth, nipping and soothing it with a slow lave of his tongue.
He grips your other breast in his palm and squeezes, biting his lip at how your flesh molds to his touch.
“Fuck your tits are fucking perfect.”
This man was groping and grinding against you, and you blush as he compliments your breasts.
He continues kissing down the valley between your breasts and you hold your breath as he starts pressing his lips onto your stomach. It dips and springs back as he moves and your eyes zero in on the deeper colored lines of your stretch marks. There are more on your thighs to match.
But he makes no comment. 
He instead groans whenever he stops to suck a bruise and to run his tongue over the mark he’s made. 
“You’re so,” he starts, almost breathless, “You’re everything.” He laughs at his own inarticulate thoughts before hooking his thumbs into the elastic of your underwear.
He pulls them off and moves back up to press a deep kiss to your mouth, “I want to make you come three times, love.”
“What?” You’re dazed.
His right hand moves down to trace your ass and hook under your knee so he can spread you open.
“First, I’m going to fuck you open on my fingers,” he breathes, “then when you’re nice and wet and open for me, I want you to sit on my face, alright?”
With all his talk distracting you, you’re suddenly startled when you feel his thumb on your lower lips, starting to spread you apart.
“Then when you’ve come all over my face, I’m going to fuck my come into you, just how you like it. Right, baby?”
He slips in two fingers into you with no warning and you keen, high and wanton and uncontrollable.
Soonyoung is rough and quick when he fingers you and no matter how slow and sensual the lovemaking is, this will always be fast, hard, and messy.
While one hand is busy pumping two fingers into you, the other pinches your clit and quickly rubs, wanting your first orgasm to come as quickly as possible.
Your lower lip is close to bleeding as you try to keep your voice down but Soonyoung only chuckles when he sees your attempts at restraint.
“Baby we’re soundproofed in here. Make all the noise you want.”
You want to slap at his chest playfully at least, get him to feel some semblance of shame, but just as you try to make some quick remark, his fingers brush that spot inside of you and he presses down hard.
You’re unable to hold in the scream that rips through your throat as his arm flexes and he roughly thrusts his fingers in and out of you.
You clench your eyes shut as you finally let him have your first release. It’s almost explosive and you spill messily all over his fingers and arm, his other hand making a bigger mess, spraying drops of your release letting them fly further.
Breathing comes hard but he’s already pulling out of you and moving your body around until you’re on your knees.
Soonyoung lays on his back and tugs at your hands to grip at his headboard, “Fuck I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Soonyoung, what if—“
“If you want to stop, we’ll stop. Just say the word,” he says, propping himself up with his elbow.
“You have to do the same,” you say shakily, still trying to get your bearings after the mind blowing first orgasm.
“Unlikely, but you know I’ll tell you everything, love.”
And just like that he lays back again, looking more eager than you could have ever imagined. You kneel over his chest and slowly inch upwards before lowering yourself over his mouth.
Soonyoung’s always loved eating you out. He loves when sex is wet and messy and loud. He loves the taste of you and making so much noise while he’s pressed up against your pussy it almost seems like he’s the one getting release.
Every flex and curl of his tongue has you whimpering and you can’t help the way you throw your head back as his nose nudges at your clit, still sensitive from your first orgasm.
He coaxes this second one slower but it hits you just as strongly as he continues to mouth at your core even when you’re crying and shaking from the sensitivity. You almost topple off the bed as you climb off Soonyoung to lay back next to him on the bed.
You turn your head to Soonyoung and the entirety of his lower face is wet with your release and your face burns. But Soonyoung is aglow with arousal and just so much love.
He coaxes your mouth to meet his own and it is a reprieve from how quickly he moved for you to reach your high twice in such a short period of time.
You can taste yourself on his mouth but it makes you groan as his tongue pushes its way to mingle with your own.
Despite the desperation at which you both moved, this is slow and quiet. Just you lips moving against each other and the sheets rustling fills the space.
Soonyoung pushes himself off the bed cautiously, desperate to keep his lips on you as he positions himself between your thighs.
Just like that a switch flips and the urgency to have him starts once more. He pressed his cock against your entrance and let the underside slide against your wet cunt. It offers you little relief, the friction hardly enough to get you there.
He pulls away and brings one hand to your face as the other holds him over your body.
Soonyoung’s hooded lids and glazed eyes are a sight to behold. His hair is damp and the shorter strands that frame his face are plastered onto his forehead. There’s a bead of sweat that’s clinging to the cut of his jaw and you ache to press your mouth to it. 
His thumb traces the curve of your cheek, the plumpness of your lower lip, and slowly he’s pressing the finger between your teeth. You press your tongue against the pad of his thumb and wrap your lips around the finger, and suck.
God, I love this man. I will always only love this man.
“I love you,” he gasps as he finally presses in and sinks into you.
Any other day and it would be embarrassing how close you both are to the edge, but you both know that his evening was far from normal. Your heart is hammering in your chest so hard you feel like it’ll rip itself out of its confines. Everything feels too good and too much and you want it. You want this every single day if you could.
Soonyoung sits up and uses both hands to grip onto your hips and to brace himself. What he does next makes your head spin.
“I’m so close, baby. You gotta say it.” He stands on his knees, changing the angle slightly. Then he lifts your hips just right and the noise you let out as his cock sinks into you perfectly is completely pitiful.
“Say it.��
“Soonyoung!” you cry out. It’s a sob, really. Depraved, almost, in the desperation and the raw fucking feeling thats burning through your nerves.
“Just say it baby, you know the words. Say it and I’ll make good on the very last fucking promise I made tonight,” he says, the edge in his voice making itself known. He wanted to make this evening soft, slow, and for every movement to have meaning. But he has always been hungry.
Hungry for the stage, bigger venues, brighter lights, more challenging steps, and of course for you.
He breathes in through his nose sharply and tries to exhale slowly and paced, “Just say it baby, I know you can.”
“You’re mine.”
“That’s it. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
The years of precise practice and this industry expertise has made the man you love into the most exquisite lover.
He thrusts quick and deep and the undulations of his hips have you seeing stars and tearing up once more. He’s everywhere, in your eyes, head, lungs, heart and you’ll be damned if you ever let him go.
The insecurities and the problems and the people will always be there, they will always cause uncertainties but this is one thing you will always be sure of. You will always be sure of him.
Soonyoung comes with a cry of your name and the most beautiful gasp against your mouth as he pumps you full of his cum, pushing you over the edge and he swallows the cry you let out.
He pulls away to press breathless kisses against your face and any other part of you he can get his lips on mumbling, “I’m yours, I’m yours. I’ll always only be yours.”
Tumblr media
It starts slowly, warm, and comfortable. The rustling of the sheets and the hot wet press of his mouth slowly coaxing you into that soft space of barely awake, but able to slip back to sleep if you stayed quiet enough.
“I gotta go, baby,” is Soonyoung’s whisper, cheek resting atop your head. 
You hum in response, not fully coherent to put together words after he’d pulled endless strings of moans and cries from your lips the night prior.
He presses a kiss to your hair, “Didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. I’ll see you tonight, gorgeous.”
You feel the way the bed dips and the blankets move as he goes to stand. He slips on his shoes and, unable to leave so easily, moves back towards the bed and kneels by where your head rests on a pillow.
“I love you, think about what I said last night, okay?”
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
You tried to keep yourself collected, keep the frantic energy sizzling in your veins at bay. Soonyoung had put on the show of his life, something that happens just a few times in a performer’s life, you’re sure. Pride had swelled so grandly in your heart. You had been so lovestruck watching him that it felt like he could see you whenever he had turned his head in your general direction.
Backstage is still abuzz from the end of the show. You’re sure people are still running around making sure the egress goes smoothly, that all the fans are able to exit the stadium safely. But everything comes second the moment you hear his voice.
“Has she been escorted from her se—“
You can’t help it. You’re so happy, so excited, and so in love with him. You’re running toward him. He’s changed out of his encore outfit and into a sweater—oversized the way he likes them— and sweatpants. He could slip into bed any second now it looks like.
“Soonyoung!” You call out, stealing his attention.
He turns to you and the most breathtaking smile spreads on his face and you throw yourself into his arms. He catches you and you wrap your legs around his slender waist.
“It was amazing, you’re so amazing. Congratulations, oh my god!” You’re blabbing, you can feel your mouth going a million miles an hour but you can’t stop.
You pull him into a crushing hug as he gently puts your feet back on the ground, keeping your arms around his neck.
“And that new song, Jesus you weren’t kidding, it’s so good and the choreo! The way you moved! You changed the choreo last minu—“ In a split second, his lips are on yours and you can’t help but smile against him.
You break away, breathless when you remember, “Soonyoung, everyone can see.”
He gives you a silly quizzical look, “Only thinking about that now and not when you jumped into my arms?”
You’re speechless. He’s right.
“I’d be happy if everyone knew,” Soonyoung says simply and pulls you in again for another kiss.
When you pull away, you suck in a large breath and say, “Okay.”
There’s a small smile that he can’t hide as he asks, “Okay…? To what, exactly?”
You blush and bury your head in his chest. You want to while, he’s so annoying.
“To everything. To everything you said last night,” you mumble into his chest, trying to muster enough confidence to keep going.
“Okay, I’ll move in with you. Okay, I’ll tell all my friends about you. Okay, let’s make us public.”
Tumblr media Tumblr media
-`✮´- if you've come this far, thank you. if you’d like to drop a like or reblog this, it would mean the world to this new author!
290 notes · View notes
queenie-avenue · 1 month
Text
Sent from Below, Fell from Above. [pt.1]
—> an angel meets the demon who killed her all those years ago.
⤻ reader is a female, reader is a bunny-type angel(?), canon-typical cursing, very bad use of 1920s slang, reader takes part in the 'welcome to heaven' song, i even wrote an extra verse, heavily inspired by @jazjelspen 's angel baby fic, death, betrayal, angst, spoilers for all of hazbin hotel season one, alastor went up with vaggie and charlie to heaven in this fic, will be a series
Tumblr media
The pearly gates of hell shone brightly as you stood there, waiting to welcome in any winners that may have unfortunately just died. Saint Peter had been out for hours by now and looked like he might just have collapsed from how exhausted he was. Like the angel that you were, you let him go take a break while you manned the podium. After all, you had done so multiple times already in the hundred years you've been in heaven!
Just then, you watched as a portal opened up, seemingly out of nowhere. You put on your best smile and waited to greet them.
"Look at this place, Vaggie, Alastor! It's so clean!" Your smile faltered for a moment. Not because of the familliar name — you had long since gotten rid of your fear regarding that name — but because people who just died wouldn't act that way.
"Yeah, super cool." The girl beside her mumbled as she dragged her feet over towards the stand.
As for the man at the back, all dressed in red, he hummed as he walked towards the glowing gates of heaven.
"Hello there!" You greeted, making sure your halo was glowing as bright as possible. "Welcome to heaven, darlings. Could I get your name, please?" You asked politely, pulling out the book of names Saint Peter had entrusted you with.
You stared at the trio ahead of you. A tall gal dressed in a suit with rosy red cheeks that almost made her look like a doll, another doll by her side that had ashen-grey skin and a giant x over her eye, poor thing she must have lost it when she died. And the man that accompanied the two ladies, standing at the back in a dapper looking suit.
"Charlie... Morningstar." The girl in the red suit said.
You nodded your head. "Charlie Morningstar." You drawled out the name, opening up the book and scanning your eyes through the book as your bunny ears flapped about, wondering where you had heard that name before. You frowned when you could not find Charlie's name anywhere in the roster. "Charlie... Morningstar. I'm really sorry, dearie, but you really aren't on my list. A-are you in the wrong place?" You questioned.
"Um, my dad got me this meeting so maybe you could try Lucifer Morningstar?" She mumbled, but the name was loud enough for you to hear.
"Oh dear lord in heaven!" You gasped.
The three of them looked at you. You noted that the man in the suit and deer antlers gazed at you the most intensely, tilting his head over as he narrowed his eyes at you.
"Darling, I really think all of you shouldn't be here-" you frantically said as you flapped your wings out, flying down towards them. Your skirt flapping in the wind alongside your feathery wings.
"Oh lord, here we go." The girl at her side muttered.
"No, uh, we're here for a meeting."
"[y/n], we can take it from here." A mature voice from above said as you looked up to see Sera and Emily — the Seraphim sisters — descend down to you, along with Saint Peter who was holding a milkshake in his hand.
You nodded your head, understanding your place, before stepping aside. Though, you felt the burning gaze of that man boring holes into your head. You turned towards him, a frown present on your face as you stared at him, confused. Noticing that you had noticed him, he turned away, his sharp-toothed grin faced towards Charlie now. That smile... you had seen that smile before. Even the way he dressed, it screamed that he died during your time period.
You continued staring at him, even as he avoided your gaze.
"Dearly beloved, it is my pleasure to say onto thee," Saint Peter suddenly started singing, and you realised that you had lost track of the conversation. "Welcome to Heaven, oh!" He sang as the pearly gates slammed open. You flew up alongside Saint Peter, your wings flapping as your bunny ears twitched. "Where the virtuous reside, 24/7, oh-oh! People are happy that they died," Well, that was certainly an exaggeration considering you didn't exactly... like the way that you died.
As he sang, you flew through the streets, rallying the rest of the winners to join in song. As you flew back, you landed back onto the floor with Saint Peter just as he finished his verse.
"Welcome to Heaven, where everyone hopes to go! Oh-oh! Where angels always glow! Oh!"
You sang as you ran towards all your winner friends as they danced in the streets for the envoys from Hell. Just as you finished singing, you felt those dark eyes on you once again, and you stopped dancing in the street to stare back at him.
Your head hurt as radio static filled your brain, and you struggled to keep yourself upright. You almost toppled over. You grabbed your head, attempting to get the static out of your brain. "Wha-"
"'Cause every single day in Heaven, is a happy day!" Both Emily and Saint Peter belted out as they flew in the air, causing you to break your gaze from the man and focus on the soaring duo in the air.
"Welcome to Heaven!"
The song ended, and you immediately fell to the ground. You had been dead for so many years, so it had been decades since you felt breathless, of all things.
"My, what is a dame like you doing on the floor!" There that static was again, but this time it was accompanied by an eerily familliar voice. You wanted to call out to Emily, or Sera, but they had already run off. Charlie and the girl by her side with Emily, and Sera to God knows where, leaving you alone with this shady man.
"I-" you began.
Without even extending his hand, this strange deer- whatever he was, pulled your hand up abruptly, holding onto it so tight you felt your blood stop pumping through the veins of your hand.
"What is your name, Sweetheart? I have to say, you and those little angels put on quite a show! All you little Oliver Twists are so adorable." The demon chuckled as he pulled you uncomfortably close.
"Please let me go." You said to the man, attempting to push him off but he only held you tighter.
"Aren't I quite the rude chap, I should have introduced myself before asking for your name." He grinned wider, spinning you around in a painfully familliar way.
"Alastor, my dear, pleasure to meet you!" He said, grabbing your hand and kissing it.
✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧
Alastor grabbed your hand, bowing down as he looked up at you, that sweet grin on his face. "Alastor, my dear, pleasure to meet you." He said, before sealing your fate with a kiss on your hand. "I hope that we can get along well." You gazed at him with wide eyes, your eyes raking over his bronzed skin and brown — almost red — hair. Glasses lined his gleaming eyes.
Those eyes were the same words that echoed in your mind in your worst nightmares.
✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧
And now here you were, reliving that nightmare.
"What the fuck!" You yelled out, which caused some angels to look over at you. Sure, cursing was normal, but it was typically somewhat taboo on cloud nine and this was one of the only times you had ever cursed. You reeled your hand back, your eyes widened as you stumbled back. "I-it's you." You commented, holding your hand close to the pearl-white blouse that you wore.
"Yes, my darling, it is!" Alastor laughed once again, that sinister shit-eating grin still present on his face. "I'm surprised it took you so long to realise it." He commented, grabbing your hands in his, causing you to freeze up. "I had my suspicions the moment I saw you, but when you sang... oh..." He murmured. His face was filled with ecstasy, his claws going up to his face as he grinned deviously.
"I need to get out of here." You muttered as you turned on your heel and snatched your hands away, preparing to leave.
Alastor just grabbed you back into a tight embrace, his face propped against your shoulder. "I knew it was you, little bunny." The nickname only made you more uncomfortable than ever as you remembered the intimate moment when he first gave you that nickname.
"What's wrong, little bunny?"
The moment he spoke, your wings shot up, pushing him away from you and slapping his body aside. You flew up as he stumbled onto the pristine roads of heaven.
Don't come near me again, you wanted to say, but you couldn't find the courage to spit in the face of your murderer, not even now.
So, this time, you ran away.
You should have done that years ago. Maybe you would have lived longer then.
Tumblr media
[pt.2]
335 notes · View notes
epicbuddieficrecs · 3 months
Text
Weekly Recap | December 19th-24th 2023
Tumblr media
Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you're all having a good time with your loved ones. You might get an extra rec this week as a treat! 😊
Complete
running in the dark (let the storms arise) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (6x10: In A Flash | 2K | Teen): As Buck sleeps, Eddie dreams.
give it to someone special by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, Christmas | 12K | Mature): Buck and Eddie meet at the airport after their respective girlfriends live their Hallmark movie dreams and dump them right before Christmas.
I Couldn’t Stand the Person Inside Me I Turned All the Mirrors Around by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Hurt Buck, Established Buddie | 7K | General): The shattering sound of plates erupted in the air like a crack of thunder and Eddie’s gaze shot up from his phone. Something was wrong. It was a hair thin trigger that had been switched the moment he caught sight of his boyfriend and the whole world could’ve stopped for all Eddie knew. Buck was staring down at his hands, breathing way too fast, and drowning in some kind of panic that only he could see. “My hands won’t work,” Buck said so quietly.
🔥 Kink Club AU series by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, BDSM, Dom Eddie, Sub Buck | Complete | Explicit): Canon compliant one shots where Eddie works at a Kink Club as a side hustle and meets Buck there before his first shift in 2x01.
The Warmth (of You) (25K): aka where Buck and Eddie first meet at a kink club before the firehouse To Weather the Storm (With You) (21K): aka the fallout of Buck finding out the dom he met at a Kink Club is his new coworker Safe Here (With You) (20K): aka Buck and Eddie handle working a shift after their first scene The Building Pressure (of You) (15K): aka Buck reaches out to Eddie after he leaves Abby's place in 2x07 An Offer to Torment (You) (14K): aka Eddie is all twisted up inside about what to do with Shannon. Buck offers himself up for some much needed holiday stress relief.
🔥 to be found by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Werewolf AU | 71K | Mature): After being mistreated by his alpha for the last time, Buck abandons his pack and heads for the city where he’s found by Eddie - another werewolf who’s nothing like the ones Buck is used to. Eddie is gentle, kind, and has made a pack for himself and his son that Buck desperately wishes he could be a part of. (Part 1 of to be found (verse))
🔥 to belong by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Werewolf AU | 9K | Explicit): Reluctantly, Buck detaches himself from Eddie’s neck and lifts his head just enough for them to look at each other. Eddie’s eyes are dark even with the room bathing in sunlight, his pupils blown. His chest rises and falls at a quick pace, his cheeks flushed. Buck can’t help but lick his own mouth at the sight of Eddie’s kiss-bruised lips. I did that, he thinks. A few months ago he hadn’t even known how to kiss Eddie properly for the first time, and now he can do this. Can leave Eddie looking completely disheveled with just his mouth and hands, the sound of his fast thumping heart loud in Buck’s ears. It makes his chest swell with pride. (Part 2 of to be found (verse))
Christmas Lights by ZainClaw/ @zainclaw (Established Buddie, Christmas | 1K | Teen): “What are we looking at?” Eddie asks, his voice slightly muffled from where his cheek is resting against the top of Buck’s head. “The lights.” “Okay,” Eddie hums. “And what do we think about the lights?”
don't waste a dime on me by QuietLittleVoices/ @hawkeyefrommash (Established Buddie, Secret Relationship | 2K | Teen): Buck and Eddie attend the LAFD's Winter Charity Gala, where Buck is up for auction as a 'date with a real firefighter!'.
Pining. Get it? Like the Tree? by littlechivalry/ @jonlybonlyfromboldlygo (Christmas, First Kiss | 2K | General): Buck likes Christmas. Well, he likes the idea of Christmas.  Loved ones getting together. Generosity. The magic of the season. It's wonderful. The reality however, or at least the reality he's experienced? Not so much.
all I want for christmas by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Christmas, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Eddie has to work Christmas Eve and asks Buck to take him to the Buckley-Han Christmas dinner. Buck is happy to spend Christmas with Christopher, but being with his parents dampens the mood. It makes it worse when his mother questions his place in Christopher’s life. Luckily, Christopher knows Buck enough to see him hurting and has a plan to make him feel better. To show him who his real family are.
baby, you never lookеd better than you do in that ugly Christmas sweatеr by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Christmas, Getting Together | 7K | General): Buck mentions he always wanted his family to wear matching Christmas sweaters, but never got it - Eddie takes matters into his own hands.
Like The Cavemen Did by DeadlyChildArtemis (PWP, BDSM | 4K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie discover a new part of themselves.
🔥 still sitting in a corner i haunt by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Time Travel | 7K | Mature): Unable to imagine a scenario where acting on his feelings for Buck doesn’t end up with everybody hurt, Eddie rejects Buck. Before he can finish the conversation, Eddie is ripped from his time and hurtled into several, seemingly random moments from the future that help clarify his decision.
How Eddie Learned To Stop Worrying and Embrace the Kitten Life by DeadlyChildArtemis (PWP, BDSM | 7K | Explicit): Or, 5 times Eddie refuses to acknowledge his cat behavior and one time he does
All it took was one sniff by kas_delafere/ @janekburza (Incubus Buck, Werewolf Eddie | 1K | General): Buck’s been starving himself since Abby left. But the new hire in the station apparently took one look (one sniff, really) at him and decided Buck is The One.
and i feel just like i want to kiss you underneath my mistletoe by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Christmas | 9K | Teen): 5 times the team tries to get Eddie and Buck to kiss under the mistletoe and the 1 time they do. Kinda.
ain’t a drop of bad blood by grandpacat (Post-Lawsuit | 2K | General): Buck cries, Eddie apologizes, Eddie cries, Buck apologizes. Post-lawsuit canon divergence.
Hearth by grandpacat (Post-S6 | 6K | Mature): In which Marisol finds out about Eddie's will and isn't happy, Eddie has some realizations, and all the important conversations happen in the kitchen.
Brain Machine Broke by grandpacat (Getting Together, Post-S6 | 1K | General): Buck sees Eddie holding Jee-Yun and his brain breaks.
You and Me Here (underneath the mistletoe) by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Christmas, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): It’s fine. It’s just a kiss under the mistletoe. It’s a Christmas tradition, and in this case, just a joke. Not a big deal. He can play along – his only other choice is being weird about it, which sounds too much like revealing his feelings. So, he swallows it down and looks at Eddie who is still standing frozen, staring up at the mistletoe hanging above them. Buck forces an easy smile. “C’mon, I’m not that bad,” he jokes. The tension in Eddie’s shoulders lessens a little and he laughs softly. “No. No you’re not,” he admits. “So, what do we do?” Buck shrugs, trying to remain casual. “I guess we just suck it up and French a little.”
Bottled Poetry by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Fake Relationship, Valentine's Day | 7K | Teen): Buck and Eddie take a platonic trip to a winery and everyone assumes they're a couple. Eddie pines.
Home is Just Another Word for You by Bob_loblaws_lawblog/ @buddierights (Christmas, Different First Meeting AU | 10K | General): Eddie misses his flight home to his son on Christmas Eve, and just so happens to get stuck with the handsome man who sprinted across the airport with him.
Dance the Night Away by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting | 7K | Mature): "Just promise me something, okay?" Eddie is brought around to the present, blinking as he wraps his hand around his beer bottle and nods for Ricky to go on, even though he's already half-sure of what's about to happen. "You have to rescue that poor boy over there." Ricky nods over Eddie's left shoulder, and Eddie, even though he knows better, finds himself twisting, hip cocked against the low bar, to follow Ricky's line of sight toward the cluster of round tables in the corner of the room.
Please Don't Wake Me Up by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Incubus Eddie | 11K | Explicit): "You've been having wet dreams about me." And shit. Fucking fuck. That was not what Eddie had wanted to start with. But the words are out in the open, and Buck is gaping at him, jaw damn near on the floor as he's frozen, blinking quickly and processing what Eddie's just said. "You- how- did Chimney tell you?"
Cat Scratch Fever by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Cat Hybrid Buck, PWP, Established Buddie | 3K | Explicit): When another cat hybrid on a call accidentally gets Buck hyped on pheromones, Eddie's there to take care of him.
When the Lost are Found by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Soulmates AU | 3K | General): When everyone seems to have a better soulmate identifying system, Buck can't help but consider his own to be lackluster. How's he meant to find his soulmate with loose change and mismatched socks after all?
Capture Something by ReformedTsundere/ @film-in-my-soul (Percy Jackson Fusion | 3K | Teen): "Let's see," Buck counts off on his fingers, "he just broke up with his girlfriend. He lives in Texas while I'm in Pennsylvania. We have no evidence he's even interested in boys, and, oh yeah!" Buck fake gasps as though this last point has just come to him, "he's an Ares kid."
WIP
They don’t know (your name is already mine) by thewolvesof1998/ @thewolvesof1998 (Post-S6, Secret Relationship, Hurt Buck | 3/4 | 7K | General): Buck gets in a car accident on Christmas Eve Eve and the only ID he has on him is Eddie's dog tags. A case of mistaken Identity, a trip to the hospital and a Christmas Surprise.
Packing Light by devirnis/ @devirnis(Last Holiday AU, Christmas | 1/4 | 8K | Teen): The discovery that he has a terminal illness prompts Buck, who has been stagnating as a sales associate at Kelly’s Department Store, to withdraw his life savings and jet off to Europe. There, he lives like a millionaire at the luxury hotel where his sister works. The only one missing from his new life is his coworker and longtime crush, Eddie Diaz.
Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 19/? | 13K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.
a foundation of trust and love we cannot see by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (FWB, BDSM, Sub Eddie, Dom Buck | 1/17 | 12K | Explicit): “It’s like I want to explore it and dive into it, but it’s not exactly like I’m seeing someone to try this all out with,” he explains, doing his best to keep down the annoyed huff that threatens to escape him at every other word. Buck nods to himself before steadily going silent. For a minute, Eddie thinks that this is the end of their conversation. “I can show you if you’d like.” Eddie nearly chokes on his beer.
🔥 Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 89K | 20/? | Explicit | Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.
🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 15K | 6/? | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.
Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 41/54 | 78K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.
42. Head Empty Just Vibes : Rated G - just more of me being obsessed with the possibilities of Eddie's recovery and Buck being there for him. 43. Phantom Sensation : Rated T - just to be on the safe side for blood and trauma and such. Yet another post-shooting "Buck stays over and helps Eddie recover" ficlet.
205 notes · View notes
mothandpidgeon · 2 months
Text
Homecoming (Joel Miller x f!reader x Frankie Morales)
Tumblr media
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader x Frankie Morales, no outbreak!Joel Miller
Summary: Frankie asks his neighbor to keep an eye on things while he's in South America.
“I think that’s what he wants,” Joel finally speaks. His voice is low and dark, his eyes narrow. He’s talking to you but he’s looking right at Frankie. “I think when he asked me to look after you, he was hoping to come home to that. To see his woman treated right by another man. Tell me I ain’t right.”
Words: 5.6k
Rating: E 18+
Warnings: Frankie has to watch, he likes it, cuckolding, dom Joel, oral sex, voyeurism, orgasm denial, hand job, mentions of Frankie's addiction, toxic relationship, Frankie kind of sucks (canon, I said what I said), Joel steal your girl Miller (I'm sure I forgot some, let me know!)
a/n: I'll be honest, I don't see how Frankie was coming home to anything other than divorce papers after leaving his lady with a new baby (suggesting other babies!?) and giving all of his money away. Let's torment him!
As always thanks to @ezrasbirdie for the beta. Consider this my toxic Catalyst verse.
MASTERLIST - JOIN THE TAGLIST
--
Frankie drums his fingers on his thigh. Flight leaves in an hour and he’s thinking about the front door. 
He should be thinking about this gig. It’s risky as hell. If things go sideways, they’ll be completely fucked in the jungle with a narco on their ass. The money’s good but there are a hundred ways it could get hairy. 
But you had a bad habit of leaving the front door unlocked. You’d done it just the day before when you picked the baby up from daycare. 
“Christ, Frankie. My hands were full, ok?” you said when he mentioned it.
“Just don’t forget while I’m gone. You’ll be alone with the kids and I don’t want the house to be wide open,” he said. 
“If you’re so worried about us, don’t go,” you said.
You’d given him a raft of shit about it. Leaving you with a baby and a three year old and no help. 
“You promised me you were done doing stupid shit,” you said. 
He’s promised you a lot of things. 
You’re still so pissed that when he kissed Franny and the baby goodbye, you barely acknowledged he was leaving. 
Which means if something does happen, you’ll never forgive him. He’s biting on the side of his thumb when he reaches for his phone.  
 …I’m going out of town for a bit but I’d feel a lot better if you’d just keep an eye on things…
He shoots the text off to his neighbor. Frankie doesn’t know him all that well—they’ve shared some beers at backyard barbecues— but he’s a good guy. His daughter babysits Franny all the time. Frankie feels a little better. At least you’ll be safe while he’s not there. 
When Joel sees you a few days after he gets the text from Frankie, he knows you’re going through it. 
You’re juggling a diaper bag, keys, and a water bottle while trying to lug the car seat up the front walk. The humidity isn’t doing anything kind to your hair and he’s pretty sure he saw you wearing the same yoga pants and oversized t-shirt the day before. Your daughter is whining about something he can’t quite make out from his driveway. She hovers around you doing dramatic, exasperated stomps. 
He remembers Sarah at that age. It was hard enough to be a single parent to one, he can’t imagine how you’re doing it with two even if it’s just temporary. 
Joel has to admit, he’d be looking over at you even if Frankie hadn’t asked. He likes you. You always ask about Sarah and even remember her birthday. When she stays late babysitting, you stand at the door and watch to make sure she gets in safe even though she’s just crossing the yard. And he’ll admit it, you’re attractive. He knows you’re spoken for but  he can’t help the way his eyes linger when you’re bent over the back seat vacuuming up cheerios. 
“Maybe when daddy gets back,” Joel hears you say. You’re out of breath but trying to keep a light air in your voice. 
“But when is he coming home?” she complains. 
The little girl tugs on your arm and the carefully balanced tower in your hand topples to the ground, the bottle making an especially loud clang that sets the baby off crying. 
“Franny!” you snap. 
“I didn’t mean to,” Franny says. 
You pinch the bridge of your nose. Joel watches your chest rise and fall, one deep breath to collect yourself. He imagines that you’re counting to ten in your head as he’s done a thousand times.  
“I know, mija,” you say. 
You run a hand over your messy hair and begin collecting your keys from the grass. Joel’s sure you’re on the edge of tears. 
“You need a hand?” he calls over. 
You’re startled when you look over at him. Maybe you’d been so focused on getting everybody into the house, you hadn’t even noticed he was in his yard. Your brows knit together and it looks like you’ve been clenching your jaw for hours. Finally, your shoulders lower slightly and Joel feels like he’s lifted the weight right off of you just by asking. 
“Yeah, actually,” you say. 
Motherhood is torture. Even on the good days. You’re covered in spit up and boogers and sticky lollipop sugar. Your eyes are ringed from sleep deprivation. Most meals are the sandwich crusts Franny refuses to eat. 
But what really gets to you is the noise. Franny is a chatterbox, the baby is always at an 11, and the house is full of plastic toys that each play a series of increasingly infuriating songs. Even the white noise machine feels like taking a cheese grater to your ears. 
It’s not so bad when you can share the load. But Frankie’s gone. He’s been gone more and more often. A stint in rehab. Pounding the pavement for a new job. Now off with Pope and the guys being weekend warriors. You’ve lost count of the number of second chances you’ve given him.
You’re just about to lose your shit when Joel calls over to you. He’s a godsend. He carries the carseat into the house for you and has Sarah come over to help keep Franny entertained. He insists you take a shower– something you haven’t had time to do in three days– and when you come back into the kitchen, you nearly burst into tears when you see he’s done the dishes.
The kids are in bed now and Sarah’s gone back next door to do homework. Joel sets grilled cheese sandwiches on the table for the two of you and you give him one of Frankie’s beers. 
“A little crispy,” Joel says as way of apology for the bread that’s absolutely blackened. “Cooking’s not really my thing.”
“That’s ok. It’s just nice to have someone else do it for a change,” you say. “Thanks again. And Sarah too. She’s a good kid.”
“She is.” Joel smiles to himself. 
“You raised her right,” you say and his blush is so handsome. 
He’s older than Frankie but just as good looking. Strong arms, narrow waist. The light over the kitchen table picks up all the gray hairs around his temples. He’s definitely not hard to look at after a long day. 
Eventually it comes up.
“So where’s your man off to?” Joel asks innocently enough.
“Fuck if I know,” you grumble. You don’t want to think about him, not now in this nice moment. You weren’t pretending to play house with Joel but you didn’t mind forgetting about Frankie for an hour or two. “Maybe he‘ll do us a favor and stay there.”
You don’t mean it. Years of putting up with his crap has made you bitter, downright mean. 
“He asked me to check in on you while he was gone,” Joel says.
“He did?” you ask and he nods. “I wish you hadn’t told me that.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because every time I decide I’m done with him, he does something sweet and I lose my nerve.”
Joel’s quiet. Probably doesn’t know how to respond to such a personal bombshell when he was just making small talk.
“Sorry. You don’t want to hear my business.”
“Did I say that?” Joel asks. 
You sigh. His eyes are so kind and you’re so goddamn tired.
“He told me three days before that he was going. Doing some Rambo shit with his boys. He said it was going to pay well and I can’t argue with him there because we need the money because he lost his job. Drugs. I couldn’t even call my sister and ask for her help this week because I was so embarrassed. You know how many times she’s told me to dump his ass? And I should, you know. I’ve got nobody to blame but myself.”
By now, you can feel tears coming. You’re so angry with Frankie and you’re mad at yourself. You can’t imagine what Joel must think— that you’re an idiot, that you’re weak. 
But he cups your chin in his big hand. He’s got a deep crease between his eyebrows and, the way he’s looking at you, you feel like someone’s seeing you for the first time in years. “That’s not true. You don’t deserve any of that.” 
The air feels thick between you and you feel so fucking grateful for the words he’s just said. 
You kiss him, practically falling into his lips. He’s been so damn good to you and it’s been so long since you’ve felt taken care of. And he kisses you back. He pulls you into him. His thumb strokes your cheek and he opens his mouth to you. You can taste the beer on his tongue and it’s familiar. You’ve tasted it a thousand times on Frankie. 
You realize what you’re doing. You’re sick of Frankie’s shit but he’s still your partner, the father of your children. Maybe this is really the last straw and you’ll finally end it with him but you haven’t yet. You’ve always considered yourself the better person, the bigger one, who put the kids first and doesn’t keep secrets. You don’t get to act all morally superior if you’re cheating on Frankie. 
You break away and slap a hand over your mouth. 
“Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry,” you say. 
“No. That’s alright.” Joel’s blinking like he’s trying to make sense of what just happened. “My fault. I came on too strong there. You’re having a bad day. I didn’t mean to take advantage.”
“I want to but I shouldn’t,” you tell him. You’ve never felt so mixed up in your life. “I guess I’ve got some thinking to do.”
Joel stands. “Listen, why don’t I get out of here. You can go to bed early.”
You’re mortified. He’s practically running away because you’re acting like a maniac. This man was kind to you for a minute and you blew it. 
“Sorry again. Thank you,” you add as an afterthought. 
He lingers in the doorway. 
“Why don’t I bring Sarah back tomorrow if you’re still needing help? Promise I can keep my hands to myself,” he says with a little chuckle. “Unless…maybe you just want Sarah?” He’s jiggling his hand nervously. 
You feel the faintest relief. You want him to come back. Not just for kissing purposes. He made you feel less alone. 
“That’s be great. Both of you,” you say. 
He gives you a sweet smile before leaving you to bury your face in your hands. 
Frankie knows what to expect when he gets back. When he finally got cell service, you’d sent it his call straight to voicemail. He couldn’t blame you. He’d all but disappeared. And now he was returning home with nothing to show for it. 
It’s not like this is the first time. He’s slept on Will and Benny’s couch more than once, come home to an empty house with a note on the kitchen table that you took Franny to your friend’s place. Don’t call until you get your shit together. 
He’s got a whole speech in his head that he’s been thinking about for days. He wishes that he could tell you how close he’d come to death and how much he wants to turn things around but even he knows how hollow those words sound. This time he’s going to make it up to you. 
It’s dark when he gets in. The house is quiet. He’s nervous again, jingling his keys in his hand. You’re sitting at the kitchen table which means he’s in deep shit. He’s ready to launch into his monologue but Frankie’s thrown off when he sees his neighbor sitting beside you. 
“Is everything ok?” he asks, eyes darting between you and your guest. His mind immediately goes to the darkest places, worse things than the failure of your relationship. 
“No, Frankie,” you say. 
“Did something happen to the baby?” Adrenaline floods him for what must be the millionth time since he last stood in this room. 
You sigh. “The kids are fine. They’re next door. Sarah’s watching them.”
“Oh.”
There’s a long pause where Frankie tries to recollect everything he was going to tell you, all of the promises he’d really keep this time. All he can think about is the fact that Joel’s sitting there looking at him like he’s a piece of shit. Frankie pushes up the brim of his hat to rub his forehead.
“Do I have to say it?” you ask. You look as exhausted as he feels. “I can’t do this any more.”
“I know,” Frankie says. 
The guilt has made his throat go dry. He’s fucked up so many things. He remembers the last time you were sitting there, the little bag of white powder you’d found in his jacket resting on the table.
“You said you were extending the trip. I haven’t heard from you in a week,” you go on. 
“Can we talk about this alone, baby?” he asks. 
“No I don’t think so,” you tell him. 
It’s hard enough to face the fact that he’s five minutes from losing you with without someone gawking. He shifts awkwardly. 
“Can you give us a minute, man?” Frankie tries. 
“Stay,” you tell Joel. 
You put your hand on his upper arm and Frankie feels sick. He can tell just by that touch that Joel’s not just your shoulder to cry on. It boils in his gut. 
“You’re going to do this in front of a stranger?” Frankie asks. It comes out louder than he meant. He’s got no business being angry. Not when he drove you away. But it’s suddenly not so easy to own up to his own failures. 
“Frankie,” you say, level and quiet. 
Joel crosses his arms and it feels like a warning. If Frankie doesn’t get his emotions in check, he will. Frankie’s almost tempted to test him. It would feel good to get hit. 
“What’s this? Did you fuck him?” he asks. 
Frankie wants to hear you say yes, to feel the knife slide in and twist. 
“I didn’t,” you snap back. “But I wish I had.” You look like you want to stuff them back into your mouth but you raise your chin defiantly. 
The words rattle around in Frankie’s ears. It hurts just the way he thought it would, imagining you spread out over this man’s lap. 
There’s another feeling, too. He can’t name it. There’s a place where jealousy turns into violence but somehow it’s taken a left turn to self loathing. You deserve to have someone to make you feel good and Frankie, well, he’s hitting rock bottom again. 
“I think that’s what he wants,” Joel finally speaks. His voice is low and dark, his eyes narrow. He’s talking to you but he’s looking right at Frankie. “I think when he asked me to look after you, he was hoping to come home to that. To see his woman treated right by another man.”
Frankie’s glaring at him but his breath shallows. The gravel in Joel’s voice goes straight to his groin. It’s twisted and he ought to punch Joel right in the mouth. Instead he’s frozen in place wondering why the blood is rushing to his cock. 
Joel stands lazily and takes two steps to cross the distance between them. His eyes travel up Frankie’s body, slow, dangerous, until he meets his gaze. He’s mere inches away, close enough that Frankie can smell the clean scent of his soap.
“Tell me I ain’t right,” Joel says. 
You’re on your feet in a flash to pull Joel away before they can come to blows but then you spy the growing bulge in Frankie’s pants. Your eyes go wide. Suddenly you're flooded with arousal though you can’t explain why. It should piss you off but you can’t help but imagine the look on his face if he’d walked in on you riding Joel in his own bed. You want to see it. 
Before a cooler head prevails, you’re pulling Joel by the hand down the hall to your bedroom. 
“What the hell are you doing?” Frankie asks, following behind. 
“Looks like you’re getting your wish,” Joel says. 
Frankie stands there gaping but he doesn’t do anything to stop you. 
“You can stay there and watch or you can leave,” you tell him. That last word has a heavy finality to it. This isn’t like the other times when you took him back. He’s not coming home again. 
Frankie says nothing, just shuts his mouth. 
“You want to do this, sweetheart?” Joel asks. His tone is gentle. 
You’re breathless. You’ve been fantasizing about fucking Joel since he swooped in and saved you. Behind Frankie’s back, maybe, not right in front of his face. But you want him to see, to know exactly what he lost each time he fucked up. You want to punish him. 
“Yes,” you say and your eyes fall on Frankie. 
His expression is a strange mixture of hunger and melancholy. Those sweet brown eyes are always what make you take him back no matter how much he’s hurt you. 
“Pretend he’s not here,” Joel says, guiding your face back to him with his fingertips. 
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” you say. It feels so good to be cruel. 
“Good girl.” 
His praise makes your mouth twitch into a smile.
“Tell him to take his clothes off,” you say.  
 Joel’s brows tick up. 
“You heard her. Show her how hard you got,” he says. 
“You fucking kidding?” Frankie asks but his words are toothless. 
“You can go right now,” you say. 
Frankie’s jaw shifts, grinding his molars. As he hesitates, Joel grabs the brim of his hat and pulls it off of Frankie’s curls. He examines the old thing with disinterest, then tosses it to the floor. 
“Strip,” he demands. 
The command makes you clench. 
Joel turns his attention back to you once Frankie’s reluctantly begun to work at the buttons of his shirt. He brushes your cheekbone with the back of his knuckles, the pad of his thumb on your lips. 
“Been thinking about kissing you since the other day,” he tells you. 
His lips brush against yours, his nose nuzzling your cheek. The prickle of his mustache makes you gasp. 
“Went home and thought about doing more than kissing you,” he says. 
Your cheeks heat. He gives you a good, proper kiss now, pulling you in with a hand on your waist. It’s deep and slow, practically romantic though you’re in a situation that feels quite the opposite. Either way, you’re left swooning a little, tangling your fingers into his full hair so your knees don't buckle. 
Frankie’s completely bare and Joel glances in his direction. His eyebrows lift momentarily when he catches sight of Frankie’s erection then he scoffs quietly and goes back to kissing you. He gets his hands under your shirt and slides it over your head. 
You can feel Frankie’s eyes dancing over the two of you. You crack yours open to look at him while you let Joel’s tongue into your mouth. It’s like he’s watching a car crash and he can’t look away— horrified, exhilarated, disgusted. It feels as sinful as Joel’s mouth traveling down your neck. 
You want Frankie to know just how badly you want this so you snake your hand down to palm at Joel’s cock straining against his jeans. He’s big, more than a handful. Joel groans against your collar bone. Frankie winces. 
Joel’s touch leaves goosebumps on your skin. He trails his fingers down your chest and teases around the fabric of your bra. You unhook it and toss it aside then wriggle out of your pants. He lets out a low hum at the sight of you exposed. 
“I’d hate to be the man that let this gorgeous thing get away,” Joel says. 
He cups your breast, then puts his mouth to it. His teeth graze against your nipple and you hear Frankie hiss before you do. 
Joel sits down on the bed, the one you’ve shared with Frankie for years, and draws you down to his lips. As he kisses you, his forefingers notch in the waistband of your panties and drags them down painfully slowly. He’s drawing it out for his audience, inch by inch before dropping them to the floor. His eyes look over the newly revealed flesh hungrily. The heat of his gaze and Frankie’s longing stare has you slick and needy. 
Joel turns you around and sits you between his legs. He pulls you into his chest and spreads your legs wide, putting you on display for Frankie. His fingers strum at you, feather light and your hips buck. 
“Fuck,” you sigh. 
“Sensitive,” he says. 
His stubble bites into your shoulder as he continues to touch you, carefully, finding the spots that make you melt. You tip your head back into him, tuck your face into the crook of his neck as you  begin to lose yourself to pleasure. He smells so good— earthy and fresh and masculine. You want his scent all over your sheets. 
“Come here. On your knees,” Joel commands. 
Frankie swears under his breath but he obeys, kneeling in front of you, his nostrils flaring as he watches you writhe under Joel’s touch. 
“Open up,” Joel says and swats at Frankie’s cheek. 
It doesn’t seem like he used much force but still you say, “Don’t hurt him.”
None of the scars you have from Frankie are physical. 
“That’s okay,” Frankie mumbles. 
You’re surprised by him once again. He wants it, the full force of this torture. 
“Yeah. She’s too nice to you,” Joel tells him. 
He sticks two thick fingers into Frankie’s mouth, so deep that he gags. Joel returns them to your pussy, sliding one inside. The stretch pulls a dreamy sigh from you as the heel of his hand creates unbelievable friction against your clit.
Frankie’s eyes are riveted to the spot where Joel’s finger disappears inside of you.  
“Hey,” Joel barks. 
You look past the edge of the bed to see Frankie’s hand over his dick, thumb brushing down its length. It’s glazed in strands of precum, desperate. 
“Hold on, beautiful,” Joel says, kissing your neck and removing his hand. He shifts around you on the bed and stands up. 
“Do you think ought to be doing that?” Joel asks. 
You bite down on your lip at the sight of him towering over Frankie, fully clothed while the other man shrinks beneath him like a scolded puppy. 
“Next time you want to touch yourself, think about how you wronged this woman.”
Frankie makes a choked sound and he looks up at you with an apology in his eyes. Your first impulse is to go to him, comfort him, but then you remember why you’re here— the litany of fuck ups you’ve had to suffer. The nights you were home with the baby while Frankie went to Benny’s fights. The money that went up his nose. The excuses you made for him. 
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’ll make it up to you. You know what she likes?” Joel asks him. 
Frankie nods. 
“Show me.”
Frankie moves slowly like he’s worried Joel’s trying to trick him. He puts his lips to you, tongue rounding your clit in the way that always drives you wild. Your head falls back with a long, slow release of breath. There’s no denying how good those luscious strokes feel. If there’s one thing you can count on, it’s Frankie disappointing you and then giving you a mind blowing orgasm as penance. 
As you rock your hips up towards his mouth, he starts to work faster like his life depends on it. Little grunts escape him and the sensation mounts, muscles tensing. 
“Joel,” you whine as if he’s the one that’s making your legs begin to shake. 
Frankie falters for just a second upon hearing the other man’s name. Though he lost that perfect rhythm, knowing you’ve hit him again makes up for it. 
You go inwards, focusing all of your attention on the heat at your core, sure that you’ll break at any moment. 
Suddenly, he’s gone and you gasp, your high stolen away. You look up to see Joel holding Frankie back by the scruff of his neck.
“You don’t get to make her cum,” Joel says. 
If you were disappointed, Frankie looks absolutely devastated to be parted from you. His face is screwed up in torment, his glistening lower lip turned down in a frown. 
Joel casts him aside and takes his place between your thighs. 
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, hooking his forearms around your open thighs. 
His strokes are different but it feels just as dizzying. You close your eyes and lay back again, melting into his wet mouth. He hums against your lips and you feel it vibrate through your whole body. It’s been such a long time since you’ve felt something wholly different, the newness makes everything you experience heightened. 
It’s not long before your ass is lifting off the sheets, panting and absolutely coming undone. Your tightening around nothing, your legs threatening to snap shut around Joel’s ears. 
You’ve completely forgotten about Frankie in this moment of bliss. Especially when Joel says, “That’s my girl. Deserve to feel like that all the time.” 
He kisses the crease of your thigh and up your belly, putting his lips to every inch of you. 
“You look beautiful, darlin’. Doesn’t she look beautiful?” 
“Yeah.” Frankie’s throat sounds dry like he just crossed a desert. 
A blissful smile softens your face. 
You roll into Joel’s chest and tug on his belt loops, grinding his hips against you. The denim is deliciously rough against your swollen clit and you can feel a damp spot. He wants you. 
“Get these off so you can fuck me,” you say. 
Joel chuckles. “Needy girl.”
He gets up and you see Frankie at the foot of the bed, helpless. You know him well enough to understand that look in his eye that’s begging you not to go all the way. You’ve made your point. Mercy. 
You arch an eyebrow. Does he really think he’s paid the price?
— 
All of the muscles in Frankie’s legs burn. His knees ache. It’s his ego that’s taking a beating. 
He doesn’t have to sit here and watch this. In fact, he probably could’ve stopped this before it even began. But he hasn’t moved an inch. There’s part of him that knows he deserves this torment, another part that enjoys it. So he stays there watching you from a wholly new perspective. 
“What’s her favorite position?” Joel asks as he shucks off his pants. 
You’re watching him strip down eagerly, licking your lips like some kind of hungry beast. You used to look at him like that. 
“She likes it from behind,” Frankie admits. 
Joel’s eyebrows raise and he looks at you for confirmation. You can’t help but giggle. 
“Filthy little thing,” Joel says. 
Frankie’s always thought that too. You drove him wild with the dirty things you asked for. You’d get him hard under the table at the bar, pull him into the bathroom at Will’s place for a quickie. Things haven’t been like that between you for a long time, though. 
Frankie’s eyes rake over Joel’s naked form. His arms are muscular and tan, well built for a man in his 50s. Well endowed, too. He doesn’t want to look but how can he stop himself from comparing his own cock to the one that’s about to fuck you? He doesn’t want to think about the way his mouth waters either. 
“Frankie, you got a condom?” Joel calls. 
“I’m on the pill,” you tell him. “You can cum in me.”
Frankie’s stomach turns but the desire twists in his belly. He can’t wait to be put out of his misery. 
“Fuck,” Joel growls. 
You get on all fours for Joel, ass up in the air, tits swaying just the way Frankie likes. You’re about eye level with him so he’s right there with you when Joel pushes inside of you. You moan, so pretty, and your face strains at the pressure. It’s such an obscene sight— only problem is that he’s not the one giving it to you. His cock still responds, twitching with need. He hates it and he loves it. 
Joel’s swearing, gritting his teeth. His fingers dimple the flesh around your hips with a strong grip. Frankie knows exactly how exquisite it feels to be inside you, surrounded by warm velvet. He wants to be the one who’s hips, thighs are fucking against you, splitting you open and making you shake.
Instead he has to watch. Watch your back arch. Listen to that succulent squelch where your bodies meet. Savor the taste of you still on his tongue. 
And because he wants to touch himself and he’s good at following a command, he thinks about all the times he’s forgotten your anniversary or gotten high before Thanksgiving dinner. It hurts and it feels so good. 
When Joel finishes, he spares Frankie by not doing it inside of you. But Frankie has to see him paint your ass with it, marking you as you touch yourself and whine. 
It stings. You’ve been looking at him like a cockroach and he’s so fucking turned on it’s painful. He’s still throbbing, surprised he hasn’t yet burst from hearing you cum. His cock is swollen, leaking and slick. 
He’s obediently waiting, biting on his lip so hard that he can practically taste blood. Each moment of torment only intensifies the pleasure. 
You’re glowing now, laid out on your side, chest still heaving. Joel’s caging you between his arms, kissing your jaw as you rake your fingers through his hair. He glances at Frankie like he just remembered that he’s there. 
“How does he look?” Joel asks.
“Pathetic,” you say, still out of breath, and give a little laugh.
It makes him ache. 
You stretch your arms over your head luxuriously 
and sigh. “Let him cum.”
Frankie lets out a whimper. You’ve always been so generous with him. You’ve been patient and loved him when he’s made it so damn difficult. He’s never deserved you and he doesn’t deserve to get this release. But fuck he’s never needed it more. 
“You do it,” you tell Joel with a mischievous smile.
He shakes his head with a laugh. 
Frankie swallows thickly when Joel approaches him. He takes Frankie’s chin in his hand, the pad of his thumb grazing against his stubble. From his place on the floor, Frankie can smell you on him. 
“Up,” Joel says. 
He gets to his feet as quickly as he can but it takes some effort. His toes are tingling and even the air moving around his cock as he rises feels unbearable. 
Joel’s near enough that Frankie can feel his breath on his neck. He lets out a moan and shuts his eyes. Joel’s hand closes around him, squeezes the base of his cock and Frankie bucks. 
“You like that Frankie?” he hears you ask. “You like feeling his hands on you?”
He doesn’t know, can’t form words or even thoughts. Frankie’s never been touched by another man before, not like that. He’s so senseless he doesn’t even bother to figure out how he feels about doing this. If that’s what you want for him right now, he’s willing to do it.
Joel tugs at him, his hand rough except for what’s leaked down Frankie’s length. He’s so sensitive, so delirious. 
“She asked you a question.” Joel’s lips are pressed against his ear, the sweat of his chest sticky on Frankie’s back. He sets a steady pace with his strokes. 
Frankie tries to answer but he chokes, sees white behind his eyes. His climax is as violent as a slap in the face. 
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby,” he babbles as he coats Joel’s fist. 
When the fog lifts and Frankie blinks his vision back into focus, you’re staring at him and Joel with your lips parted. You look turned on and awe struck and exhilarated. Frankie wavers and Joel catches him by the shoulder.  
“You gonna make it?” Joel asks him. 
Frankie can only nod. He feels relieved. Not just from the release. He tries to catch his breath, sitting on the floor. 
“Let me clean you up, sweetheart,” Joel offers. 
“Mm,” you respond. 
Frankie’s left alone. He hears the shower. There’s so much to make sense of and he’s still, quite frankly, delirious. 
He’s shocked when you come out of the bathroom a moment later, your robe hangs in your naked body. He wishes he could touch you but he’s not sure if he still has that privilege. 
You crouch down beside him, a damp washcloth in your hand, and you begin to clean him. It’s warm and soft on his chin and you’re gentle as you mop up his thigh. He’s overcome. Once again you’re so good to him and he’s unworthy. 
Your face is a mix of emotions and he can tell you’re thinking. You’re careful not to meet his eye until you’re finished and when you do, all of the mischief and desire is gone. 
You sigh. 
“You can stay but you’re sleeping on the couch,” you tell him. 
A knot forms in his throat and he thinks he might just cry. 
“Thank you,” he manages to whisper without tears.
You nod and then hesitate. Another sigh. Finally you put your lips to his forehead, a light, quick kiss. It feels like something close to forgiveness.
---
thanks for reading!
MASTERLIST - JOIN THE TAGLIST
184 notes · View notes
sapphire-weapon · 5 months
Text
So. The tram scene.
Let's do it.
The tram scene in RE2make is a test that Ada fails spectacularly, and it's the scene that destroys the possibility of a romance ever forming between Leon and Ada in the Remake-verse.
The entire game leading up to this moment, Leon has not stopped questioning her. Sometimes he pushes back on her answers as being this side of unbelievable, but since she always does seem to have an answer ready, there's not much more he can do other than to take her at her word.
He follows her through Raccoon City for the sole reason that he gets the sense that she's going to lead him to the answers that he's looking for, one way or another. Either she really is FBI and he's helping out in a serious investigation, or she's not and she's part of the problem. Either way, his goal is to find out what happened to the city, so either way, he wins.
But he wants her to be FBI so badly. He wants it so fucking badly. But it feels wrong. Something about Ada is off, and he knows it.
The entire game is spent in a very careful dance between Leon and Ada. He's trying to probe her for information without being too obvious about his mistrust, and she's trying to give as little as possible without being too suspicious.
They both tip their hands at the very start of the tram scene.
Leon: "You know what I was thinking? I can't wait for the FBI to raid Umbrella headquarters and take those bastards to justice."
Leon says this because he knows how the FBI works. It's never stated explicitly in canon, but it stands to reason that Leon has a Bachelor's degree in criminal justice. He's spent a lot of money to study this, and he's still fresh out of school, with all of that knowledge still readily available in his head.
He knows that Ada's "investigation" makes no sense at this stage of the game; there's no reason for the FBI to still be gathering information. The city is fucked. It's time to clean up. He wants to see what Ada's reaction to this is -- if she'll promise that a raid is coming once she finds a way in, or if maybe she'll have some other response that shows that she also knows how the FBI works.
She doesn't.
Her response is:
"I agree... but to be clear, you're not working in official capacity. This is a federal case. Once we get the G-Virus, I'm back on my own."
It's a response that doesn't make sense and doesn't address what Leon actually said to her in the first place. He never mentioned being part of that raid; he never expressed a desire to aid the FBI in any way other than what he's already been doing. He just wants to know that a raid will happen.
But that's not what Ada says. She brings it back to the G-Virus, specifically, for no good reason.
Leon's body language is very telling in this moment. He basically gives up -- he all but rolls his eyes at her as he makes a dismissive half-shrug with one arm meant to convey "whatever" and turns his back on her.
He knows that she just gave him the wrong answer. And she senses immediately that she did, too -- which is why she's quick to follow up with: "Hey, Leon... Trust me?"
He doesn't answer. He turns back around, approaches her directly, and says: "You trust me?"
This is another subtle tactic to try to get her to tell him the truth. He's very discreetly saying that no, he doesn't trust her -- and that he knows that she's lying. He's asking her why she doesn't trust him enough to tell him the truth.
It flies right over her head. She answers: "Honestly... If I didn't, you'd probably be dead."
Again, she fails to address what it was that he actually said. Again, he's disillusioned by her. Again, it's written all over his face and his body language. He gives a bitter little "Right." and nods and turns away from her again.
And once again, Ada can sense that she's failing this test. She tries to pull him back in with: "Look, I thought I might need your help... and I was right. If you can secure the G-Virus, I can make sure what happened in Raccoon City never happens again." Admitting to needing help makes her seem vulnerable, which makes her seem honest. And she's able to strike directly at the heart of what Leon's been after all along: helping people, protecting people, and uncovering the city's secrets.
And because Leon wants to believe that she's FBI so damn badly, he takes this as the affirmation he was looking for. All of a sudden, he's quick to rush to her side, to sit down next to her, and start talking to her again like she really is a Special Agent.
Leon: "Ada... You said it yourself -- it's a federal case. I don't have the authority--" Ada: "Leon, look at me. I'm a liability now. If I'm gonna finish this case, you're the last hope I've got." Leon: "I'm not just gonna leave you here. What if you're attacked, what if you need help--"
That's when she kisses him.
And if you look at his face, he's not thrilled.
Ada kissed him because she smelled the virginity on him and thought that a move like that would addle his dumb man brain (side note: Ada and Lady D would get along so fucking well; no wonder why Ada was axed from RE8) and cement her hold on him. But his expression when she pulls away is one of profound disappointment; you can almost see the realization dawn on him in real-time that she actually, really, truly isn't an FBI Special Agent -- because an FBI Special Agent would have never done that.
If Ada had just let him ramble and then followed up with her next speech, she would've gotten away with it. But she didn't. She took that next step to kiss him, and that undoes all of her effort in winning him back over.
But at this point, what is he supposed to do? Say, "Just kidding"? Throw a fit and accuse her on the spot? With what evidence? He has none. "I just know" isn't evidence.
She keeps talking through the next few seconds, and Leon never cuts her off or joins in on the conversation. He just stares at her hand on his thigh with that same expression on his face until the tram arrives at NEST. Ada shoves the ID bracelet in his hand, and that's when he finally speaks.
And all he says is: "Okay."
He's decided to buy into her lie, despite knowing at this point that it's a lie, because he feels he has no other choice. And that's why the scene ends with:
Ada: "Leon. I'm counting on you." Leon: "... I know."
And not with Leon saying something more akin to, "I won't let you down."
And as he leaves, Ada drops her chin to her chest and stares at the floor. She already knows how badly she fucked that up. That's ultimately why she comes looking for him at the end of the game. As Leon walks out of the tram, Ada knows that she can't fully rely on him to do what she asked, because his unconvincing exit said so many more words than he did.
That's why she's so quick to draw a gun on him at the end of the game. She goes into the final confrontation with him already knowing that he already, on some level, knows. And all Annette Birkin did was give him the confirmation he needed.
When Leon says to Ada during that final confrontation: "As much as I wanted to trust you... I didn't." he means it.
There was never a romance between them in this version of events. He never fell for her, and she never fell for him. But that doesn't mean that there was no bond that built between them. Leon also meant it when he said: "We make a good team." In Remake, he truly wanted to be her partner -- her equal. Just... not her lover.
And as for Ada, I've said in the past that she's a selfish character in Remake, and I stand by that. But she's not a psychopath. Just because she's selfish doesn't mean that she's incapable of attachment or affection -- in fact, Ada's shown to be sentimental in a few different ways. She feels endeared to Leon the same way that someone would feel endeared to a stray cat that followed them around and rubbed against their leg for pets. And that's why she ultimately can't pull the trigger on him. (side note: this is also probably the reason why she refuses to call Ashley by name at any point in RE4make; it prevents Ada from getting attached to her in any sort of capacity, but that's for a different post.)
But there's just simply no evidence of a romance existing between Leon and Ada at any point in the Remake-verse. I've gone looking for it, and I can't find it. Aeon is something that only canonically exists in OG. Remake has no interest in it.
Anyone who says differently is applying OG dialogue and events to Remake, and that's just poor and invalid story analysis.
163 notes · View notes
theconstantsidekick · 2 months
Text
Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (8) | s.r
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)
Genre: Angsty McAngsterson!
Summary: Rhodey's down for the count, and Romanoff and Y/n are the ones to be blamed. If they'd just listened to Tony, none of this would have happened.
(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma
a/n: this took me a grand total of two fucking months
Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (7) | Series Masterlist | Age of Ultron (Static Origin Story) | The Avengers (ft. Static) | Captain America: The Winter Soldier (ft. Static) | Static Verse Masterlist
Tumblr media
He turns at the sound of the door to the observation area slamming open. But in all honesty, he feels her before he even hears her. 
“How is he?” She asks. A question thrown out into the air, addressed to no one but born of worry and desperation. She’ll take whatever she can get. He can tell—so will he.
Guilt, however, is an unfearing emotion. 
He doesn’t answer. He stares at her.
He stares at her, and he stares at Romanoff who’s shouldering her weight. He stares at his sister, desperate and pleading and all he wants to do is tell her to fuck off.
Instead he drags both women outside, out of sight, to a balcony.
“The doctors say he shattered L4 through S1. Extreme laceration in the spinal cord,” Tony replies, finally. “Probably looking at some form of paralysis.”
“Fuck,” Y/n whispers. It sounds almost involuntary, like it spilled out of her mouth without thought. Like she barely realizes that she’s said it. But then maybe the sound of her own words hit her cause inhales abruptly and screams out, “FUCK!” She’s grabbing at her hair, barely able to contain herself from pulling them out. She’s pacing up and down the frankly modest stretch of the balcony.
“Y/n!” Romanoff shushes her. She doesn’t want them to get noticed, they cannot risk standing out. They already have a target on their back, Tony knows cause he’s the one who put it there.
The rebuke, however, falls on deaf ears. Y/n seems too engrossed in her journey of self-deprecation to even notice Romanoff, let alone her plea to quiet down.
In any other fucking moment Tony would’ve felt like an absolute fucking dickwad about it but in this one?
Well, let’s just say, he’s unfearing.
“Fuck indeed, Stark!” He bites back. He watches her steps halt and her jaw clench. Her eyes shut at his tone, her head jerking away at the crudeness in it. She even takes a step back, holding on to the railings, trying to keep herself tied to the present. Tony, though, carries on without fear, “None of this would have ever happened if it wasn’t for you.” Pointing at her, he adds, “It’s all your fucking fault!”
“I know,” she replies in a small voice. “I know,” she hits herself over the head, regret laid bare in her every action. “I should have… I should have calculated better, worked faster, tried harder to slow his momentum.” She’s rambling. “I tried to—I tried to do it in my realm, but I’m not used to that place. I should have been able to control him but I barely take anyone in there. I just… Lack of practice. I was so afraid of my powers I never… I never thought I could use it to help people so I never… I didn’t…”
Fuck.
He can’t take this anymore. “I meant siding with Steve.”
That seems to shake something awake in her. “For fuck’s sake, Anthony. Were you always this conceited or did I punch you a little too hard during drills?”
“That would make this your fault too.”
Y/n smiles then.
Just like that. There she is. 
That’s his sister, Y/n Stark who’s always been synonymous to the word ‘unbreakable’ in his dictionary.
He sees her shift from being absolutely lost to something very close to livid.
She doesn’t need to hold on to the rails anymore. She stands up straight, meeting him eye to eye—her determination is back.
Tony has to adamantly remind himself that he is not going to regret his words.
She smiles and he can see Romanoff step away from the siblings—she’s the only team member who’s spent enough time with them to know to let the Stark siblings fight it out amongst themselves.
“Maybe you are Howie’s son after all, huh?” The words fall out of her mouth all twisted and angry, coated in venom. Before Tony can retort, she continues, “You wanted to lock us up to find a way to feel less shity about the fact that you created the fucking Terminator. Well, guess what? You’re on your own, kid. I’m not walking the plank for you. Not this one!”
“Oh fuck off!” Tony rebukes, cause when the fuck will his sister get off her high horse? “I never asked you to do that! I’ve never fucking asked you to sacrifice anything for me.” 
Y/n straight up laughs at him—mocking and cold. “Yes, yes. And Tony Stark isn’t Iron Man. it’s just a machine playing at being a bodyguard.”
“I never—”
“Tony, you might not have said the words but you knew damn well what you were signing me up for the moment you told the world you’re Iron Man,” she tells him. “You’ve never had to ask me to do anything for you but that’s simply because you didn’t fucking have to.”
“That’s completely unfair. Being Iron Man was my thing!” He beats his chest, “Mine.” Walking closer to her, “You shoved yourself into this gig because you just presumed I wouldn’t be good at it.”
She chuckles, hollow and unkind. “If you want to pretend that the bullshit you’re spewing makes sense, I’ll let you fucking continue but do not fool yourself into thinking you’re some undefeatable hero.”
Tony takes another step towards her. “I don’t think I am undefeatable! I just know I am more than capable of holding my own.”
“Yeah. ‘Course. That why you sporting that busted lip?”
It’s a taunt through and through. The lip’s bust cause she landed a (frankly—and Tony would deny it till the day he dies—damn near artistic) blow straight to his face. He’d provoked her to do it—thrown the first punch and then taunted the shit out of her. All this while knowing full-well she was completely on the defensive. 
She loves them all too much. 
The Avengers are the closest thing she has to a family, he knew she wasn’t going to lift a finger unless he made her. So he may have said a few colorful things, itching for a fight. 
And now, he’s getting it.
“You proud?” He strikes back—he’s never been to back down from a fight. Why start now? He’s going to meet her punch for punch, word for word. He is not in the mood to lose any more today. He doesn’t have the luxury. He backs down now, it was all moot.
“Excuse me?” Y/n asks, all her previous cockiness gone.
“I asked if you were proud of it? I mean, you must be. It was a good hit.” The tone’s so harsh he throws himself off too. He knows—well, he’s consciously aware of the fact that he is the one speaking the words but they sound distant. As if he’s just a passive listener as the whole scene unfolds.
But he isn’t.
“Tony! That’s not fair!” Romanoff speaks out, clearly shocked at Tony’s insolence.
Makes two of us, he thinks.
“What’s not fair is that my sister, my best friend, the one person in this whole fucking world who was supposed to always, always be on my side, is siding with her perky blond boytoy,” he exclaims, heartbroken. Because could this shit be any worse? No, seriously, could anything be worse than this?
He’s been repeating himself, shouting himself hoarse and he knows it seems like he’s overreacting—like he’s blowing this all out of proportion. But he is not. You have to understand that while he’s had the most extravagant upbringing, he’s always been comfortable and well off, he’s been alone for most of it. His father was—well, his father was Howard Stark. And his mother, God bless her, couldn't bridge the gap between him and his father no matter how hard she tried. Despite that he cherished it—having them—even in this broken way, he really did love his parents. Then he lost them. Both of them, together in one fell swoop.
Then there was that bitch Obediah. 
We don’t talk about that bitch Obediah.
Tony was too fucking smart for most of the people he’d met, no one could keep up. Some were jealous, while others just wanted to get closer to him to bask in his limelight. All of them, all his interactions throughout his life were always… transactional. He was always alone.
Except her.
Y/n came to pick him up from school, not because Mom or Dad had asked her to. Nope. She came to pick him up so she could take him to Chinatown and have spring rolls. If Tony ever asked her why she’d pick him to go along with her, her answer was always a confused look and annoyed string of words asking him, ‘why would I take anyone else?’
And the question was always, always genuine. Because Tony was her bestest friend in the whole fucking world.
Now, think about it. How would you react if your best friend sided with Steve ‘Golden Boy’ Rogers?
“Fuck you, man. I know you think you’re the center of the universe but you’re not. I’m not siding with him!” Y/n bites back, angry and overwrought.
But that’s not his point. She’s missing the fucking point. “You’re not siding with ME either!”
Her head falls then. “Tony,” she exhales heavily, hands on her hips. She’s wearing the tattered up remains of her clothes from the fight. If he looks for it hard enough, he can see her exhaustion, almost feel it. Even as she speaks, the fight’s leaving her, he can see that too. “I spent my entire life running away from this. I cannot go back. You don’t understand because it’s not the same for you…” He’s never seen her this… this jaded.
He can’t afford to get distracted.
“Because I haven’t had shit hauled at me?” Tony challenges, undeterred and unwilling to move even an inch. He may not have gone through what she has but he’s had his own share of shitty fucking experiences.
“I am not saying that, Tones. I’m not. I’m just saying it’s different for you than it is for us,” she explains, her tone patient and sympathetic.
“She’s right, Tony,” Romanoff cuts in. “We’re not downplaying your experiences, we’re not trying to take away from it. We’re just saying it impacts us differently than it does you. We have lived very… different lives.”
“We’re a little wary of ‘organizations’ insisting on controlling our actions,” Y/n surmises. 
What comes next is not one of his best moments.
It’s not something people will talk about in his greatest hits. Nope. Never. It will, however, make the top-three-dumbest-shit-Tony Stark-ever-did list. Fuck—Tony will look back on this moment for years to come. He’ll come back to it time and again, think and then rethink his words. He’ll spend night upon nights, sleepless and disturbed—knowing that he fucked up here. He’ll know that this was where he fucked up. His words won’t be held against him, no. Not by her, never by her. But he’ll still know it was the most horrible thing he could say.
But Tony doesn’t know that yet.
He doesn’t know that yet because guilt is an unfearing emotion.
“Aren’t you a little tired of this schtick?” Tony asks, cocking his head with a cruel, hollow smile. “Aren’t just a little bit tired of using that same old fucking sob story for every single decision you ever make in your godforsaken life?” He looks around, chuckling at the thought. It’s a chilling sound. “At some point you’d have to stop milking that shit, don’t you think?”
It’s only when he finally looks at her that he realizes he’s fucked up.
Her face is hard—harder than stone. There’s a fury in her eyes he’s never seen there before, even for her enemies. He’s never seen that look on her face in his entire life. It sends a chill down his spine. 
When she speaks, her words are low but prominent. “My trauma is not for you to use as a punchline for your baseless argument.” They leave no room for an argument anymore. They leave no room for anything but shitting your fucking pants. 
He overstepped.
Big time.
Fuck.
“Tony,” Romanoff cuts in, clearly able to sense that this discussion could lead to bloodshed. “I’d suggest you take a step back.” Her eyes are pleading him to be more cautious with his words. “Think before you speak.”
“I—” He doesn’t know what to say. He clenches his fists. Trying and failing to gather his thoughts.
The pause that hangs in the air is so heavy it’s almost painful. He thinks maybe it’ll never end.
But it has to. 
“I get that you’re scared but what happened before won’t happen again. This isn’t like Madripoor. You’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it. And, I mean, com one, you might not trust the Accords yet but you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. right? So why not give this a shot too?” Tony questions in a softer voice, but his desperation persists.
“Because S.H.I.E.L.D. was mine,” Y/n insists. “It was mine and Peggy’s and Howard’s, and Colonel Phillips’. We found it, Tony. It was my home.”
“I didn’t know you founded S.H.I.E.L.D.” Romanoff notes, almost sounding bewildered. 
Maybe she sounds bewildered, could easily be any other emotion in the book cause Tony, even after all these years, has made no progress on being able to read the former spy. 
“I didn’t want to be on the books, I preferred my life off the grid,” She informs her. And the strain in her words doesn’t hurt Tony at all. It doesn’t sting. Of course not. Nope. “We made it for people like me, to protect them, help them.” She sounds like she’s reminiscing. It somehow rubs him the wrong way.
“And yet, you left that too…” Tony comments, disparaging and snide.
“I had my reasons,” Y/n provides, and just like every other time she’s mentioned it, there is a hesitance in her words. 
“Yeah! You keep saying that, and I have no clue what the fuck this elusive reason is.” He has never pressed her on it before, but well, considering all this newly spilled bad blood, why not push his luck just a little bit further? “You told me about all your missions gone wrong, even your run-ins with the Winter fucking Soldier, and it wasn’t any of that. So what possible reason could you have for quitting an organization that you created to protect yourself?” 
“Do we have to talk about this?” She asks, annoyed.
“Yes. You always feed me the same bullshit about how you just had to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. that you couldn’t trust them anymore, that it was the necessary choice but whenever I ask why, all you do is blame Hank Pym’s fucking haircut.” Tony’s anger comes back to him again, picking up right where it’d left off. “You bail at the fucking sight of a regulatory body, why the fuck is that?”
“Because Tony! I couldn’t trust them anymore!”
“And we’re back here again,” he takes a step to her. “WHY NOT?!”
“S.H.I.E.L.D. WAS TESTING MY BLOOD!” She yells out, shutting him up completely. “Without my knowledge,” she adds much quieter.
“No…” It can’t be. “No. Dad—Dad wouldn’t let that happen,” Tony tries to argue. He can’t be sure though, he didn’t know his father well enough to bet his life on it. But he wouldn’t have let it happen. He wouldn’t.
“He’s the one who was running the tests.” 
For anyone following along, Tony’s heart hasn’t been doing well since he got abducted by his own fucking father figure, but this somehow seems to break his heart all-together. He never saw that coming.
Romanoff seems to be just as surprised as him, ‘cause she looks pale and remains absolutely mute.
Y/n is the one who talks then, trying to cut through the silence. “He… He was worried. He thought if he understood my powers, he’d be able to help me. And, I mean, can you blame the guy? You house this random teenager in your house and every night you wake up to a fucking earthquake cause she had another nightmare. Anyone would want an explanation, a way to control the powers.”
“But… He was your best friend,” Romanoff says and Tony feels like he can’t fucking breathe.
Y/n, though, just shrugs, like it wasn’t a cruel breach of trust. Like Howard Stark hadn’t stabbed her in the back. Like it was any old thursday. “He was,” she agrees with ease, before turning to Tony and continuing, “and sometimes friends do stupid shit in a naive attempt to try and help.” Fuck me with a chainsaw and call me Samantha, Tony thinks. “It wasn’t all bad. He’s the one who figured I wasn’t all alien.” She says it with a smile, like it was fucking nothing. 
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Tony manages to ask, confused beyond words.
“And give you another reason to hate him? You had plenty. It was between us, we solved it and moved on like adults,” she tells him, calm as ever. 
“Y/n! He broke your trust!” Tony argues, taking a step towards her, finally finding his voice again.
She just rolls her eyes, “He got curious, Stark. He’s a scientist, can you blame him?”
“So am I! And I would never do that!,” He yells. And only when the words are out of his mouth does he understand what he just said. “I would never do that to you,” he insists in a smaller voice, with a softer tone.
She smiles then, true and open. “I know, Tones. I know.”
It’s… It’s hard for him to process this information. He doesn’t know where to put this, how to categorize it. He has absolutely no clue what to do with this.
So he asks instead, “Did mom… did she know?” He’s scared but it’s better than the alternative of having to come to terms with the whole situation..
“No, no nooo!” Her hands move around animatedly to drive the point home.”If Maria had known he wouldn’t have been alive long enough for you to exist,” she shakes her head with a fondness he doesn’t know where to place. “No, she didn’t know. He got the ass-reaming of the century from Peggy, we burnt the leftover blood samples and called it a day.”
Fuck. “Fuck!” Tony curses, absolutely lost on what he should do now. Cause what the fuck is he supposed to do now?
“Stark,” she urges, softly, “let’s focus on the problem at hand, let’s deal with the fake doctor, let’s handle that and then we can come back to this. We’ll fight this, together, united. The Avengers stay together, we fight our way through this. We agree on a document that works for us, for all of us.”
Tony shakes his head, tumbling back. “You don’t understand Y/n, you have to sign the Accords… there are no neutral parties. There can’t be. You sign this or it’s over.” She tries to say something, but he marches on, he needs to get this out. “After what happened in Sokovia, after the collapse of S.H.I.E.L.D. after Lagos, the world governments are not going to settle for anything less. You have to see that.” He sighs, exhausted and man, can someone fix this pain in his shoulder please? “You can make amendments,” he suggests. “However many you want, okay? Make amendments to your heart’s content. Once you sign this, we can fight about the specifics, Y/n. We’ll have the best lawyer in the business on our side! Just sign it, Y/n. Please. They are out for blood, Ross more than anyone else. He will not let you go.”
“He won’t be able to find me,” Y/n tells him, with a straight face.
“If he can’t find you, how will I?”
He cannot lose her. 
He just fucking can’t. Not… Not over this.
It seems to hit her too. It’s only then that he notices she looks a lot less fierce than she usually does. “Tony, there is no scope for amendments.”
“Once you sign—”
He’s cut off. “Tony, read the fucking document. Come on! Have I taught you absolutely nothing? Read the thing before you sign it. There is absolutely no scope for amendments. There are too many loopholes to stop the issues from even being raised. It’s solid as a stone, I won’t be able to barter for even an ounce of freedom.”
“Y/n…” He’s fucking desperate. “We need regulation.”
“Tony this isn’t regulation… I can’t sign this.”
This is when Romanoff speaks up. “Tony, Steve's not gonna stop. If you don't either, Rhodey's gonna be the best case scenario.”
And somehow her words are harsh enough to make him angry all over again. “You let them go, Romanoff.”
“We played this wrong,” she tries. But he’s not taking any prisoners.
“'We'? Boy, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA,” he throws back.
“Anthony,” Y/n scolds him.
“Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one goddamn second?” Romanoff rebukes.
He doesn’t know what to say to that, so instead he tells her, “T'Challa told Ross what you did, so… they're coming for you.”
Just as the words slip out, Y/n’s phone chimes. 
“Either Tony’s a fucking psychic or the Secratary of State just has impeccable timing,” she comments looking down at her phone. When she looks up at them her face is stern. “He’s on his way, he’ll be here in 5. You should go.”
“Me?” Romanoff asks her, bordering on pissed. “We should go.”
Y/n just shakes her head. “We leave together, we won’t be able to lose them. You go ahead, I’ll buy you time.”
“Y/n—” Romanoff’s protest is cut short.
“Just go. Given the fact that my superpower is straight up teleportation, I think I’ll fare much better than you,” Y/n assures her. “Go.”
Tumblr media
Reluctance clear on every inch of her face, Natasha Romanoff unwillingly begins to walk away. But not before one last (metaphorical) punch to his gut. She looks at Tony, “I’m not the one who needs to watch their back.” With that she makes her swift exit, leaving the balcony and seamlessly blending in with the crowd.
Slowly, both siblings, without words, come to stand next to each other leaning on the railing, looking at the view ahead.
“How are you planning on buying time?” Tony asks her then.
“Will you tell on me to the teacher, Stark?” She asks, teasing.
It’s a truce. It’s temporary. 
He still thinks they should consider signing the Accords and she still believes it’s not the way to go.
But despite all that, Tony can’t help the way lips curl up. “I’m not a rat.”
“Aren’t you?”
He rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”
“Cause that’s what all the rats say,” she tells him with a mischievous smile. “I would know, I’ve been the rat.”
A chuckle slips out from his lips.
She joins him easily.
He might not be sure about much right now, but he knows for a fact that if he were to lose her, he wouldn’t survive it. “What happened to Rhodey… you know that wasn’t your fault, right?”
The smile drops from her face. “Wasn’t it?”
“You have to know it wasn’t.” He needs her to know at least that. He needs her to know no matter what happens, this was not her.
“If I’d known my powers better, had I… I don’t know. If I had not been so afraid of them, if I’d practiced once I knew I was safe, none of this would have happened.” Her head falls back, eyes closed. “If I had control over my powers, Wanda wouldn’t have been enough to break me. Would have saved us so much trouble.”
“There would still be a raging Hulk on the loose,” Tony contends.
She rolls her eyes. “People know the Hulk. They understand—scientist gets angry, becomes green and Hulk-y. It tracks in their head. But it was different for me, the first time I ever showed my powers to the world was when I was out of control…” She closes her eyes, head falling. “Maybe it would’ve been better to not hide them in the first place,” she whispers.
“We don’t know that,” he ventures, ‘cause it’s true. “We don’t know what could have happened. All we could say with certainty is that we’re both a couple of dumbasses.”
“I’ll have to agree on that one,” Ross’s voice booms as he walks onto the balcony. 
Both siblings turn to eye the intrusion. It’s Ross flanked by… Ross—the other Ross—Everett and some other dude in a suit he’s never seen before. But he looks annoyed, old and has glasses on so he just presumes the man must be important as well.
“Nice to see you too Mr. Secretary,” Y/n replies with an easy smile. But it’s not open. It’s the one she wears just before she’s about to make someone’s day a lot worse.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here, young lady. You should have taken Romanoff’s approach and run when you had the chance,” Ross comments. And honestly? Yeah, Tony kinda wants to rescind his fucking signatures cause siding with this man is seeming less appealing by the minute.
But Y/n just laughs. “It’s not like you’ll be able to stop me if I were to run even now,” and just to fuck with him, she glitches an inch off to the side.
Ah, that’s where I got the innate need to be an ass.
“Now you’re just showing off,” the smaller Ross says, sounding more charmed than pissed.
The smile doesn’t leave her face, “Maybe I am.” She glitches a step closer to the group of men. “So, Mr. Secretary, did you need something from me?”
“Still a fiery little thing, aren’t you?” Ross mocks. Tony can’t help but roll his eyes at his hubris. “It’ll die out soon enough, once we get you situated at the Raft along with the rest of your team members.”
Raft? Wait… What does he mean by the Raft? Why would he put them there? That’s not—it’s not right.
He’s losing his shit.
But Y/n frowns, innocent and demure, like she knew about it already. Like she knew that’s where they’d put them. “On what charges am I getting arrested, Mr. Secretary?”
And on his part, the Secretary of State takes her mock naivete in stride. Letting out a short laugh. “Well if you’ve taken the time to read the Accords, you’d know that using your powers on the field without the explicit say-so of the UN committee is illegal.”
“I didn’t use my powers.”
That finally breaks whatever rope was holding the bridge of Ross’s anger together. “Do not play dumb with me, Stark. This might have worked with Fury, but I’m not him.”
“Don’t I know it. Never thought I’d miss that old croak, and yet…” she comments, still smiling. “But my point still stands. I did not use my powers.”
Before Ross can say something that might put a sailor to shame, the shorter Ross intervenes, “We have footage of you fighting Barnes at our facility.”
“I didn’t fight Barnes, I fought the Winter Soldier. And on that issue, I’ve got two words for you, self defense,” she tells them easily and a smile just slips out on his face. He may not agree with her on this—profoundly divisive issue, but he’ll never not be in absolute admiration of his big sister fucking around with authorities.
“You can’t be serious,” the shorter Ross throws back, with a confounded smile.
“Check the footage if you like,” Y/n takes a few steps back, leaning on the railing behind her and pulling out a box of cigarettes from her pocket. “I didn’t throw the first punch…” She puts one between her lips, casual and easy. “I didn’t even use my powers until he came at me with his fucking metal arm and his fucking enhanced strength.” She pulls out her lighter. “What did you expect me to do then? Get beaten up?” She lights the cigarette.
“Yes,” Ross supplies.
She smiles at him, taking a drag. “Might be your style. Not mine.”
“And what about at the airport in Germany?” The shorter Ross asks.
Y/n shrugs. “Never threw the first punch.” Another drag. “Besides, I was defending myself from a rag-tag group of superheroes who were after me with a vengeance.” She smiles at her own words looking at Tony on her side.
And just for that, he decides to be a bitch too. “What if I were to sue you for assault?” 
Her smile drops instantly and for a second he thinks maybe he won that round, but alas. “You could have, if you’d fucking listened to me! You should’ve let me come to you. I have told you about a million times; you are not the biggest guy on the field. You fight well but not well enough to be cocky, you are supposed to let your opponent come to you.”
“The best defense is a great offense,” Tony says lamely.
“That’s what idiots say when they have shit defense! If you let them come to you, you get the advantage of not just using their momentum against them, you also get to know the move they trust most because 9 times out of 10, you want to start the fight off on a strong foot so you use the move you’ve practiced often, but also the one that you’re most comfortable with,” Y/n scolds him, hands waving everywhere, clearly annoyed with him beyond words.
“That seems like an exaggerated statistic,” Tony tries.
He fails.
“It’s not,” the shorter Ross supplies. “She’s right.” He earns a stern look to shut up from Ross.
“You could’ve sued me if you’d just listened to me. I’m easy to provoke, especially when the person provoking me is you.” She takes another drag. “Look at me right now, I want to punch you so bad.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Today clearly has not been a day of peace thus far, so why not continue to choose violence?
“That’s enough!” Ross yells. “I’ve heard enough out of the both of you!” The man looks like he’s well past blowing a gasket. He looks at Tony, “Stark, you are well past your 36 hours to get me Rogers,” he turns and fixes his gaze on his sister, “And as for you… Stark, feel free to cry to the judge about how it was self-defense when you’re on trial. Till then there’s a cell with your name on it on the Raft, that’s where you’ll have to throw whichever fit comes after this one.” The way he speaks it’s evident he doesn’t believe that she’s a threat, not to him. “We’re putting you under arrest.”
“Oh?” Y/n asks. She waits a second and then suddenly there’s a sound of static that rings out. She is next to Tony one second and the next she’s standing against Ross, toe to toe. She pulls the cigarette out of her mouth. “You and what army?”
A vein pops out on Ross’ temple. 
“You’re forgetting who you’re talking to, Stark,” Ross warns.
“Or maybe you’re forgetting that I might look like a young and ‘fiery little lady’ but I’m not. I have been doing this since before you were even a thought in your father’s head.” She takes a drag, slow and somber. “You best learn to respect your elders, son.”
And just like that, she’s gone. Glitched into nothing. 
Tony tries his best not to let this little spark of pride overtake his guilt.
Find the series masterlist here. Find other Static Verse works here.
tag list : @aryksworld @freeflyingphoenix @just-anotherstan @justab-eautifulmess @ceo-of-daichi @roxannejblack @liketearsintherainn @paintballkid711 @starkleila @heyitsmereading @fairlygothparents @euphoria-svt @sidepartskinnyjeans @siwiecola @haleybutnotthecomet @mvaldez7821 @rockybutmakeitlame @romanoffswoman @ashpeace888 @hopeofwinter @percabethfangirl987 @lilfuturescars @hailqueenconquer @third-broparcelicito
hit me up if you wanna be added to the tag list. I have taken so long to update so much of my tag list has just deactivated their accounts. ouch hahahaha (cries while laughing)
72 notes · View notes
cozydeku · 4 months
Text
r. braun reporting for duty
Tumblr media
mdni
tags included: fem bodied reader and descriptors, canon-verse, canon typical violence, post-timeskip (don't think to hard about it), reader was in the 104th cadet corp with reiner, enemies (rivals?) to lovers, cat and mouse (???), dub con if you squint, switch!Reiner, switch!reader, possessive reader and Reiner, name calling (slut, good boy, good/pretty girl, whore, dumb little slut, big boy), oral (f! & m! receiving), pussydrunk Reiner, piv sex, spit kink??, rough sex (let me know if i missed anything, nicely!!!!)
word count: 5.8k
Tumblr media
author's note: so this one took me a while and many rewrite's, i am very proud of it tho. it's my longest fic to date and i feel like i'm getting more comfortable with writing so we'll see what that means for the future :)
Tumblr media
Your breathing was erratic and you couldn’t slow it down. But you were all alone, your squad had most likely already moved on with the impression that you were dead. You’ve practiced this a thousand times, this time should be no different than the simulation. Strike the titan in their weak spot and move on to the next one. That’s how it should’ve gone in theory but here you are hiding with your tail between your legs in someone’s abandoned house. 
You knew you were better than this, you were the top of your class in the cadet corp, of course only behind Mikasa. However, everyday you were reminded how close that spot was from being taken away from you. Reiner Braun took every chance he could to rub it in your face that he could simply take your number two spot for himself. Well here you were by yourself sacred out of your mind and your ranking in class meant nothing. 
You were taken out of your thoughts when the ground shaking became too much to ignore. You held onto the last bit of strength that you have to keep yourself from shedding a tear. If you were to die here, you want to die with your head held high and make a stand against this monster. 
You start to head towards the door, making a plan on how you’re going to take the giant down outside by yourself, when you see a flash swing by the window. It doesn’t make any sense, there shouldn't be anybody over on this side of the city. Next thing you heard grunting of exertion and the beast started to fall towards the ground like it was in slow motion. You felt dumbfounded, you had worked up all the courage you had left just for someone else to take the glory. 
The situation had only soured once you realized who was standing at the titan’s vital spot. Reiner was standing there, looking like the hero of your story, making you blush. Wait, no. It’s Reiner, you can’t be blushing because of Reiner or anything he does. You hadn’t fully processed your thoughts before you noticed that he’s caught you looking at him and is walking in your direction. 
Even the way he walks has you flustered, he has some sort of swagger to his stroll. You duck down under the window trying to hide from his gaze and from your own 
embarrassment. You’re in your own head, trying to calm yourself down because of the whole situation that just transpired. You were spooked from your thoughts when you heard three short taps against the window that you were hiding under. Slowly peeking through, you seek a charming smile splayed across the blond’s face and in that moment you knew it was over for you. 
“Can I come in?” Reiner spoke loudly enough that you could hear him through the glass. 
The only answer that you gave him was a short, curt nod before slumping back down.
“What, the big bad monster scared you into hiding, pretty girl?” he asked with that smirk that made you weak in the knees.
 “No, was just by myself and I wanted to regroup with my squad before making my move”. You had to admit that it was a poor attempt at an excuse but anything to get his piercing hazel eyes off of you. 
“Uh, yea… sure. Anyways, let’s get out of here before another shows up and before ‘your squad gets here’”. He says with a wink.
 Oh great, now he’s mocking you. At this moment the dumbest and maybe the brightest idea popped into your head. If he wants to get out of here so bad then he’ll have to catch you first. 
You took this opportunity to run to the opposite side of the kitchen table to tease him like you were young again. It felt good to have a different form of adrenaline running through your veins.
 “You’re mine, little girl.” His comment almost made you trip over your own two feet and almost lose this little game that you’re playing. 
However, your fun was soon ruined by the all too familiar thundering sound of a titan closing on your location. You and Reiner in that moment stopped your game and shared a look that said so many words without saying anything at all. Reiner took two large steps and all but snatched you by your arm and led you toward the basement. 
Once at the bottom of the stairs, Reiner pulled you to the floor, to which you fell in between his legs. You had almost let out a yelp when a large hand had been placed over your mouth. Feeling his pacing heartbeat against yours made you feel a little less alone in this cruel reality that you were living in. The reality that you were being pulled back to now that the booming footsteps sounded like that they were right over top of the two of you. 
You gently placed your hand on top of Reiner’s, thinking that if this would be your last hour you would like it to be spent in someone’s embrace rather than whatever position you were in right now. 
You moved his hand slowly and whispered “Reiner, please just hold me”. 
“W-What?” he choked over his words. You were supposed to be rivals, constantly trying to beat the other at their own game. You weren’t supposed to fluster him, especially not at a time like this.
 “Reiner, please don’t make me repeat myself. I’m scared and I just want to be held right now.”
Fuck, the way you said his name and pleaded in the same sentence was driving him up the wall. It’s not that he would ever say no to you, it’s just that the question took him off guard. 
“Of course, y/n.” he breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Now that you had his granted permission, you turned around and straddled him and rested your head on his shoulder. 
Reiner couldn’t believe this was actually happening right now, and of all times to be happening. He wanted to properly comfort you, not in this dark and damp basement in a strangers house, but in his own bed. He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt you were squirming around too much. 
“Uh, y/n? You okay? You’re moving around a lot.”, he whispered into your ear closest to him.
 “Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry, I’m just scared and I hate that I’m admitting that to you”, you whispered barely above a breath. 
The confession felt like a punch to the gut to Reiner. In retrospect if he could go back and take back every time that he laughed at your mistakes or critiqued you too harshly he would. You were just a human, you didn’t deserve his constant nagging to do better. He only ever did that because he wanted you to be the best so that he knew that you could protect yourself. He now knows that he has the emotional intelligence of an infant. He feels like such an idiot, but he does know that he’s past having a crush on you. He wants you for the rest of his life. 
“Y/n, please.”, He sounds like he’s struggling. You look up at him to see what has him out of breath. You’re met with his cheeks and the tips of his ears bright red. Before you’re able to ask him what’s wrong, you feel what’s wrong. 
“Reiner”, you whimper. It’s not adding up in your head that he wants you the same way you want him.
 You may never tell him that the whole “I’m scared” thing was a ploy to get closer to him. 
“Y/n, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours”, he moved closer and his lips are right against your ear lobe. 
“Reiner, I think we have a bigger problem right now”, you say in reference to the titan that may be very well still outside but of course he takes it to mean something entirely more lewd.
 “Reiner, don’t think with your dick right now”, you whisper-scold him. 
“Calm down, have you heard anything above ground in the last five minutes?”, he shoots back. 
He had a point but you also still didn’t like when he was right. You couldn’t get rid of your competitive nature with him that easily. 
“Fine, but just keep your voice down just in case”, you say trying to sound as stern as possible with Reiner’s bulge growing underneath you. 
“Yes ma’am”, his voice like honey, dripping slowly down to where you want him most. 
If he wanted to tease you, then you have no qualms about doing it right back. Smirking to yourself, you grind down onto the tent of his pants just to hear the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Reiner whimpered for you. You can only imagine how far your pupils dilated from the delicious sound. You wanted more, you didn’t care how entirely greedy you sounded. 
“Reiner, you sound like such a slut, baby” you say while rolling your hips into his and breathing into his neck. With this, he moans seductively. You want to ruin him and you want him all to yourself. 
“You like when I call you a slut, huh? You’re adorable.” you giggle to yourself and he whines. My god, you just had to keep pulling more of these sounds from him. 
You stop your movements and sternly ask, “Reiner, I need you to tell me that it’s okay to move forward”. 
He only nods to answer your question.
 “No baby, I need to hear your words like a good boy”, to which he whines again, obviously not trusting his voice. 
“Yes, please keep going”, he finally says before throwing his head back against the wall.
You never thought that Reiner would submit to someone in a sexual situation but now seeing it with your own eyes you couldn't imagine it any other way. With all that he’s been through and the weight that rests on his shoulders, you made it your mission to help him find a release. 
“Let’s start slow, baby. Kiss me” you say innocently. 
With no hesitation, Reiner grabs your face with one hand and kisses you softly. His bulge is not forgotten underneath you, you know that he has to be in pain by how long he’s been hard. You want nothing but to ease his discomfort but that will come with time, he will have to wait just a little longer. He starts kissing you harder, tongue tracing the seam of your lips. You let him explore your tongue with his own and your core is aching. 
You know you told him to take it slow but you’re not even sure if you’ll be able to follow your own rules. His one hand is still on your face while the other starts to grab and grope at anything it can get a hold of. Unfortunately, your uniform doesn’t offer much give and you can tell Reiner is starting to get frustrated. 
“Rei, calm down baby, I’ll take my clothes off” -his face lights up- ”but I would like you to undress too”, you didn’t even finish before he was stripping himself of his shirt. You had to let out a giggle at his ridiculous behavior but it was endearing. When Reiner realized what you were laughing at he slowed down and his face lit up red with embarrassment. 
“Oh no Reiner, I think you’re cute to want me to undress, no need to be embarrassed”, you say gently. 
You start to work on taking your own clothes off when you stand to take your pants off with Reiner following to do the same. He turns to notice that you were struggling to take your bra off and steps close behind you and places his hand on top of yours. 
“Let me help”, he simply states. 
Your hands fall down to your sides and Reiner starts to unclasp your bra until it falls from your shoulders. 
There’s one breath before Reiner reaches around and places one hand on your breast, squeezes and groans. 
“Can I please kiss them?” he asks hesitantly. 
You turn around to face him, “Yes, of course Reiner. You’re so sweet to ask”.
With that he leans down and kisses your chest before slowly making a trail lower to your nipple. Once reaching your nipple he stops and breathes, not realizing what he had just done, he wasn’t expecting your reaction. When you moaned, it’s like a fire had been lit in his stomach and he wanted you to make that soul bending sound again. 
He sticks his tongue out cautiously, it’s not like he’s completely inexperienced but with you this close to him and your beautiful skin exposed has him feeling like a virgin. He kitten licks at your nipple once, twice, and on the third time, he brings your whole nipple into his mouth and sucks. You throw your head back and moan, Reiner’s mouth feels so good and his other hand is massaging your other breast giving you no rest. You run your fingers through his hair and grab, pulling him closer, now being his turn to moan around your nipple. 
“Reiner, wait. I want you in my mouth so bad”, you would’ve thought that his brain exploded inside his head. There was no response besides him hurriedly unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants. He was reluctant to take his boxers off and for that you were grateful, you wanted to leave the reveal to your own hands. You kissed him one more time before lowering to your knees. You hooked both hands on either side of his boxers and pulled down to be greeted by a bright red tip with precum leaking from it. Without thinking you grabbed him and licked the pre, eliciting a loud whine from the man above you. 
You hadn’t even noticed how small your hand looked wrapped around him until you backed away.
 “Reiner, you’ve been hiding such a beautiful cock from me this whole time, baby?” you asked in your most sultry voice. 
“Please don’t say things like that, y/n. It’s too embarrassing” he whined right back, hiding his face behind his arm. 
Seeing him like this was just too exciting for you, you couldn’t get enough. You were betting yourself on what noises he would make after you actually took him in your mouth. 
Starting at the head, you licked to then come back and put half his length in your mouth. 
“S-so warm, baby. Your tongue, please lick me more”, he whimpered down at you. His wish was your command, there was no way you could say no to him right now. You took him back into your mouth, trying to take more of his length. You started to swirl your tongue around his girth just like he had asked, and got the exact reaction you hoped for. 
He toppled over and pushed you both toward the wall with your back against it and him crouched over you. 
“Fuck! If you keep going you’re gonna make me fucking come, y/n” he spoke through his teeth. 
You pulled off of him smirking, completely satisfied with yourself. 
“And what if that’s exactly what I want” you smile up at him. He bends down to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together.
 “Keep looking at me like that and you won’t be able to walk out of this basement”. That shut you up. 
“I want to return the favor”, he stood you up so he could lean down closer to your ear. 
“Oh, well no one has really done that for me and I don’t want you to feel like you have to return the favor” you rambled on, the mood being ruined. 
“Y/n, stop. I want to do this, please. I’ve been in love with you since cadet training and I obviously wasn’t very good at making that known but now that we’re here I want to show you how much I really like you”, Reiner starts to trail off the last of his confession but you got all of it. He’s in love with you? 
You had to process that for a second. 
“Reiner, I think I love you too” your confession coming out before you could stop it. Before you could even make out what was happening, Reiner all but lunged at you to kiss you. Mouths tried to fight for dominance until Reiner abruptly stopped and fell to his knees. 
“Use my face”, was all he said before starting his work on taking your bottoms off. 
Removing your ODM gear and uniform pants, stopping to admire your panties that were really nothing special to you. Looking up at you for your permission to remove the last barrier between the two of you, you gave a nod.
 “I need you to use your words like a good girl”, he smirked. 
You were about to combust, you hated that he was trying to get you to understand how he felt just minutes ago. 
If he wanted to be cheeky then you could play that game and play it so much better than he could’ve ever hoped. In your most seductive voice that you could muster, 
“Reiner, can you please take my panties off so that you can eat my pussy? I’m so wet and I need you so bad right now”. You knew how to play, and more importantly, you knew how to get him wrapped around your finger. 
You knew you had accomplished what you set out to do when he started stammering over his words and a deep blush was creeping over his entire body. 
“What’s the matter, Reiner? Cat got your tongue?” you giggled. 
Seemingly gaining his confidence back he stated, “A different kind of kitty will have my tongue in a second”. He removed your panties and gave your mound a gentle kiss. 
“Open up for me, pretty girl” he whispers. 
You lift your leg to rest it on his shoulder to give him more room to explore your pussy. 
Without saying another word, he dives in and kisses your clit. Dragging your fingers through his hair you pull him closer to which he obliges and dips his tongue to your hole. 
“You’re so wet and you taste so good and…” he doesn’t even finish his sentence before diving back in and savoring your taste and scent.
 He was eating you like a man starved, licking from your clit to your hole. Spelling his name on your clit. But it felt like the world stopped when his hand snaked up your leg and spread your lips, massaging your tight hole. 
“Be a good girl and let fuck you with my fingers” he slurred, not fully backing away from your core. 
You just nodded, and at this point Reiner didn’t care about making you say it out loud, he wanted it as bad as you. He prodded one thick finger at your entrance and traced the opening before slowly pushing it in. Your reaction consists of leaning your head against the wall behind you and letting out a long moan. He attached his lips back to your clit and started to pump his finger in and out of you. 
The feeling was euphoric. You had no other way of describing it. But you needed more and you knew that he could give you more.
 “Reiner, put another one in, please”, now you were the one whining. 
If he wanted to make a joke about you being the bratty one now then the words were lost on his tongue. When he pulled his finger out, he added another one before going back in. 
“You are so fucking tight, and just around my fingers. I don't know if my dick is gonna fit”, he said under his breath. 
Your eyes widened when you connected the dots. Shit, you’re not sure why the thought never occurred to you that Reiner will want to have sex. 
“Shit, y/n. We do not have to have sex if you’re not comfortable with that”, he stated sternly and matter of fact. 
You can feel him pull his fingers out of you.
 “No no, I absolutely want to have sex, baby. I just am kind of nervous taking that inside of me”, your eyes fall down between his legs. 
Once more Reiner is covered in a full bodied blush. 
“Oh”, was all that he said before standing up and kissing you again.
 “I can prep you some more if you would like”, he sweetly suggests. 
“Oh no, I think I’m good there. I think you’re just that big, baby. How about this? We start slow, and if it’s a no-go then we’ll both help each other finish in other ways”, you try wagering. 
“Sounds perfect to me, but please tell me if you need to stop. You will not hurt my feelings”, he was being so incredibly sweet to you and it only made you want to fuck him that much more. 
He turns away from you and grabs both your uniform capes and lays them side by side making a makeshift bed. You take the hint to lay down with Reiner coming to crawl in between your legs. 
“I wish I could do this in a better place, you deserve better”, he seems genuinely upset about not being able to be at least in a bed. 
However, in this moment you couldn’t care less, wherever he is, is the same place you want to be. 
“Reiner, baby, I really appreciate you trying to be sweet but I think I might die if you don’t fuck me like a whore right now”, and with that he lets out a deep guttural laugh that if you were in any other situation, you would be proud to pull it from him. 
“Okay, baby, okay. I hear you loud and clear”, he says after coming down from his laughing fit. 
“Take a deep breath for me”, he gently states, trying to ready you for insertion. 
You do as you're told and let out the breath as he pushes in. The pain is definitely there, Reiner’s size and girth were not something to joke about. 
“You keep squeezing me, baby. You doing okay? Can I move?”, he asks but in a tone that is not meant to rush you. 
“I’m okay, you can move, just go slow at first”, you sigh out your response. 
The stretch around him was intense and you could feel every vein of his cock but you wouldn’t have it any other way. He slowly retreated only to come back and press a chaste kiss against your lips. Before he was able to move away, your lips chased after his and you deepened the kiss. It was now your turn to trace your tongue across his lips and explore his mouth. You were answered with a whimper, the melodic sound that you loved so much. 
“Faster”, was all you needed to say for Reiner to get that you needed more. 
He picked up the pace that his hips were moving, now pistoning into your own. 
“So fucking tight and warm. I love this whore pussy”, he mumbled into your neck. The way that he talked about you only turned you on more, thus making you want more from Reiner. 
“Reiner, fuck me harder. I’m not gonna break, I promise”, you smiled at him. He only smiled back before leaning back onto his haunches bringing you with him. You didn’t even have time to ask him what he was about to do before he started fucking you like a mad man. His hands secured around your waist were tight enough to cause bruises but you honestly didn’t care. 
You knew this was the kind of release that he needed, that you both needed really. Being here with him gave you the chance to forget what was going on outside and your responsibilities for a little while. You were damn sure that he was just as thankful for it as you were. 
Coming back into reality by a charge of electricity shooting up your body, looking down and realizing Reiner is playing with your clit. 
“Eyes on me, pretty girl”, he sounded out of breath but also looked to have no intention of slowing down. 
Your eyes were hooded and out of focus from the amount of pleasure Reiner was giving you so it was hard to keep looking at him. 
“Look at my dumb little slut, bit off more than she could chew, huh?”, now he was laughing to himself. 
With that he woke up your competitive nature once again and you knew you still had a foot in this race. Pushing off of him, you pushed him down on the capes and straddled his lap in one fluid motion all catching him off guard. 
Here he was thinking he did something wrong or hurt you, not that you couldn’t live with the fact that he was questioning your abilities. You slowly, teasingly, lowered yourself down his length. Not quite taking it all, just enough to make him want more of you. And you kept doing it, and again, and again. You were driving him insane. 
“Please, y/n”, he tried putting his hands on your hips to drag you further down his cock but you weren’t having it. 
You took his wrists into one of your hands and placed them at the top of his head. 
“Keep your hands to yourself, big boy”, you knew you had him where you wanted him when he answered with a whine.
You felt that you teased him with your pussy enough so you sank down all the way, moaning the whole way. Now you couldn’t take it anymore, you started riding him without abandon. You both lost in pleasure and lust, the basement smelling like sex and echoing the sounds of skin slapping against skin back at the two of you. 
“You’re riding me like such a slut, my slut. Right, baby? You’re my slut?”, Reiner was desperate for you to admit that you belong to him.
 “Yes, Reiner. I’m all yours. I belong to you”, you saying that seemed to only spur him on and he picked you up to start bucking up into you.
 You almost were okay with relinquishing control to him and letting him fuck you like a whore. 
Actually, no you were completely okay with it. You wanted Reiner to take control and do what he wanted with you.
 “Reiner, get behind me”, being the one to tell him what to make you feel like you had some control in the long end but who cares at this point. 
“Fuck yes, baby”, you get off his lap and move to turn around so Reiner can get behind you. 
Reiner gets in position and grinds his cock between your pussy lips. He puts one leg up beside you to make sure to get a deeper angle once he pushes in. 
He bends over your back to get closer to your ear, “You ready for me, beautiful?”. 
At this point you’ve lost all you inhibitions so you weren’t above begging for what you want; “Reiner, please just fuck me. Please, please, Reiner!”.
 For a second, Reiner’s brain was short-circuiting and he could not process that the girl that he used to pick on was begging him to fuck her. 
Coming back to the scene in front of him, Reiner makes good on your begging and gives you exactly what you want. Before entering, he spits into his hand and strokes up his dick just for added lubrication, and you now know that you’re attracted to Reiner spitting. Something to work out with yourself later. He grabs a hold of the base of his dick and positions it at your entrance, sliding in slowly. The stretch is absolutely delicious, the pain slowly turning into pleasure. 
Once he is fully sheathed inside you he stops any motion and asks if you are okay and to let him know when he could move. Though you were grateful to him asking for reassurance, you weren’t being dramatic when you told him that you felt like you were going to perish if he didn’t move soon. He just lets out a small chuckle before he starts to move, excruciatingly slow. 
“Reiner, I truly appreciate you trying to be gentle with me but you’ve already fucked me crazy before, just do it again”, and apparently that's what you needed to say to kick him into gear. 
You look back and his eyes have darkened exponentially and his face is taken up by a devious smirk. You know there’s no going back now and you need to accept your fate of what Reiner is about to give you. And before you knew it, Reiner was pulling out of you only to slam back into your core. You felt like the breath had been literally knocked out of your lungs. 
“Reiner! Fuck! You’re so big, stretchin me out so much, baby!” 
He was groaning and snarling like an animal in a rut. His pace was picking up until he was fucking you like a man crazed and you were eating up everything that he was willing to give. After having to tell him multiple times how you want to be fucked, you guess it finally clicked in Reiner’s head that you want to be treated like a slut. 
If that’s what you wanted, then who was he to disappoint. He was fucking you harshly, exactly how you wanted. To the point where you couldn't tell where once thrust started and the other ended. He starts to bend over your body to get closer to you, just so he could hear your moans and how he was making you feel. 
“You sound heavenly, making so much noise all because of me”, he chuckles next to your ear. 
The way that he was fucking you was so pleasurable that you felt like you could cum any second. The pain of Reiner stretching you had completely transformed into rapture and you wanted to share the feeling with him.
“Reiner, you’re gonna make me cum”, you whined out.
“F-fuck, baby. You gonna cum around my cock?”, you could practically hear the smirk on his face from behind you.
His hips started to become more frantic with their movement and you could tell that he was just as close to finishing. Reiner wanted you to finish before he did, so he reached around your body and started massaging your clit in circles. You were seeing stars, the mix of pleasure between the two different stimulations made your brain feel like mush.
“Please come inside me, Reiner”, you didn’t even think before talking but you don’t regret what you said. 
“Wait really? Are you sure, y/n?”, he had slowed down to a stop so that he could have a coherent answer from you.
He leaned down close to your face, using his free hand he turned your face towards him by your chin wanting to hear your answer.
“Y/n, look at me. I need to know you’re being serious”, he stated sincerely. 
“Reiner, I’m being completely serious”, back in your head and able to make cohesive thoughts, your answer couldn’t be closer to the truth.
You wanted everything that Reiner had to offer. You wanted all of him. 
With the answer that he was given, he gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek and leaned back into a position that he could properly pleasure you. His pace picked up again and now he didn’t even try to keep back his own noises. You were so lucky that the whole part of town that you were in was deserted. The sounds that you two were making were so incredibly lewd, turning you on more, getting you close to climax again. 
“I’m gonna come, gonna come inside you. Fuck, can’t believe I get to come inside your pussy. I get to fill you up, and I get to watch it spill out of you”, Reiner was just rambling filthy nothings as he got close to his own climax.
You couldn’t get enough of it, the things he was saying made your pussy clench around his cock. 
“Shit, I’m coming, y/n. You squeezing around me like that, making me feel so good. I’m coming”, Reiner whimpered out. 
And he did, which his climax triggered your own. You had never come at the same time as someone but nothing could replace this feeling. You felt so close to Reiner at this point. He kept fucking you both through your orgasms and it made your head spin.
“Reiner, slow down, baby, slow down”, you said trying to catch your breath. 
He leans down close to your ear and whispers, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Just know, you won’t be able to get rid of me now, this pussy belongs to me”. 
You felt shivers rack through your entire body, you liked seeing this side of him. Him being possessive of you, awoke something in you and you truly knew that you loved Reiner.
“Reiner, I meant what I said when I said that I loved you”, you told him as sincerely as you could. 
Reiner lightly directed you to lay on your back so that he could look at you when he tells you what he’s about to say. 
“Y/n, I meant what I said when I told you that I’ve been in love with you for years now, you are my endgame. It’s you or nothing”, he seems so genuine it brings tears to your lash line. 
“And next time we do this I’d like to actually give you what you deserve. I want to worship you, take my time with you, and make love to you”, if fairytales were real then you’d be convinced that you were in one right now. How could the man that picked on you relentlessly for your entire cadet training be this endearing. 
You could look past that when you swore that his eyes were sparkling in the low light coming from upstairs. 
“I’d really like to Reiner, but only because it’s you. I don’t want to experience this feeling with anybody else. You are my endgame too. You or no one else”, you said, matching his sincerity. 
“Now, let’s get dressed and find everybody. I’d like to see the looks on the guys’ faces when they see you with sex hair”, Reiner chuckles.
Oh shit, you forgot that you’re going to have to endure the endless questions from everyone when they see you and Reiner coming in together looking disheveled. However, you try your best to smooth out your wrinkled clothes and “sex hair”. You turn to look at Reiner and realize you need to work on smoothing out the smirk on his face too, but you can’t help but smile at yourself. This is your new reality and you’re happy with it. 
96 notes · View notes
kitsu-katsu · 1 year
Text
I was talking with someone about just how canon the ineffable husbands are in good omens and I brought up how Gaiman said that what they have is canonically a love story (which is really reflected in the show, with their moments of vulnerability towards the other, their despair at the thought of losing one another, their comfort with eachother, the way they stick together through millennia even when they're never trying to, etc), but they don't have labels, as they don't have genders and the human conception of intimacy eludes them as ethereal beings that aren't human
And the complications with that
Because this person I was discussing with is not as versed in fandom discourse, and so they're only now finding the vocabulary of "queer baiting" to talk about that Sherlock show
And so they're like "I hope I see Crowley and Aziraphale absolutely eat eachother's mouths, it has to be canonized" and I'm standing here like. It is canon though. Like they won't add some "hetero romance" cop-out last minute. They are canonically in a love story. What's interesting is how the label-less queerness of it can also explore non-binary aspects and an aroace perspective on what "love" is
And they're bummed out because if they don't "absolutely eat eachother's mouths" it doesn't feel as canon to them. And I'm still standing here in aroace like. Bro. There are so many forms of relationships. A kiss on screen doesn't have to make it any more or less canon
But at the same time, from the amatonormative perspective, I get how the kiss on screen is seen as the end all be all. Because in general media, the main pairings will have the kiss at the end. And they will live happily ever after with that
Before the kiss it is only as canon as the kiss is predictable, and after the kiss, you can point to that one scene as "the moment it was canonized for realsies despite even people in the show making constant remarks about this being an obvious thing"
And I kinda hate it
I just wish the whole community wouldn't have to keep its guards up like this so much to discern whether something is coming from a genuine place of wanting to tell a story for a queer audience or about a queer subject or if it's all just a ploy to get our money, spit in our faces, smile at the traditional homophobic crowd and fund some conservative party with it
Because then we wouldn't have to play it by the boring straight rules. If everything points to it being obvious, then why is an intense kiss necessary? Why is it all you want? Why can't this represent a qpr? Or a loving relationship where intimacy in the form of a kiss just isn't something the characters want? Or a more open thing instead of being a purely monogamous arrangement? Or something completely new, a dynamic you can only describe in an essay lest you don't make their chemistry justice?
Aren't all of those just a much more under-thought about queer dynamics than what "I want these characters to kiss eachother until they can't remember their names on screen or else it isn't canon enough" can convey?
But at the same time, without something as concise and strong in media language, how do you make sure it won't all stay in just subtext and the reason it looks like clear text to you is because you're starved for queer stories and have become way too accustomed to reading between the lines?
I mean, it's also been proven to not be an absolute in instances where the text goes ham in letting you know what it's saying, when it's not implying, it is just telling. For one, Rose and Pearl in Steven Universe never did share a kiss on screen, and nevertheless we all know what was going on there
Idk, it's complicated and it's 1am, and this is all just a ramble, but I am in my aroace hating amatonormativity mood and the sentiment that characters being a canon thing without an explicit kiss bums someone out to the point they say "ok, ok, I get the whole nb ace ethereal beings that aren't human idea, but I want something more explicit because it doesn't feel canon enough" when that isn't strictly necessary for the story to get it across just got me in a weird mood and this is about so much more than good omens, I needed to try and word it out and might as well put it out there
Just. Why does queerness have to be allonormative and also amatonormative to be valid in the eyes of the queer masses necessarily? You'd think we'd figured out that queerness goes beyond just the L, G, B and binary T by now
674 notes · View notes
honeybleed · 8 months
Text
vacation ⋆ onyankopon
Tumblr media
content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black coded reader, canon verse but divergence, fluff but angsty in the back
author’s note: this is kinda inspired by two things. the episode where the survey corps went to marley and the first episode where there was a festival reiner pieck and porco went to with the kids ehehe
word count: 1.1k
You held onto your hat as there was a mighty gust of wind as you gripped onto the railings.
Despite how exhausted you were, you made a promise to yourself you were going to enjoy this day off. Especially with how scarce they were.
You watched the ships approach the harbour and sighed. You were going to make the most of this day. You never got a chance to soak in the atmosphere.
You jerked in surprise and let out a yelp when you felt two large hands grasp at your sides. It wasn't a mystery who it was, and you turned to face him with a warm smile.
"Onyankopon!" You chastised as he pulled you close against him.
"What, baby?" He snorted, at your whining.
"You gave me a scare!" You responded, gently thumping his shoulder.
"Ah, but I just couldn't exactly help myself." He chuckled, as he held the side of your face and gently dragged the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. "Your reactions are very theatrical.."
You shook your head and sighed as you nestled closer to him, taking in his aromatic scent and body warmth. You blinked a few times when you still were in his embrace.
It was an alien feeling. When your mind went back to why you could never see him.
You both were from countries that Marley had taken over. He was conscripted into the Marleyan military because they recognised his skills for navigating and piloting.
Whilst he and others from your home country were thrust onto the battlefield, your skills as a medic were considered beneficial.
It was against your will, to treat and care for the same military that ransacked your home country and took you away but you couldn't be so bitter when most of the casualties were children and young people intensely brainwashed.
When Onyankopon was on the front lines and sent to the medical bay you remember many things about your first meeting. He was probably one of the few soldiers who gave you a warm and friendly smile, despite his injury.
He remembered your name, and you felt butterflies in your stomach when he spoke it in his honeyed voice. People of your complexion were a rarity and here he was. He made you feel safe.
You looked up to meet his gaze. You'd been together for a while now so you could tell when a smile was a little forced.
"You look tired, what's up..?" You questioned as you looked up at him through your lashes.
"Just more late nights. But baby, today is our day. I promise I'm alright." He said, in a reassuring tone as he pulled away to take your hand in his and head away from the port.
Your eyebrows pinched together, but if he didn't want to talk about it there was no use in bothering him.
After walking through the stands, through the afternoon the sun began to set and the sky was lit up with fireworks and sparklers.
All sorts of noise overlapped. From vendors calling out prices and negotiations, children's laughter, and the sizzling of the skewered meat on grills.
The festival was jam-packed, as it was one of the most anticipated events in the town that was always overclouded with gloom.
“Think you can tell me what’s wrong now..?” You questioned.
"What kind of man am I if I bother you with all that, hm?"
"Onyankopon." You said firmly, causing him to turn his head to face you.
"It doesn't make you any less of a man to just talk to me. As long as we are together, I'm here for you and you're here for me." Your voice cracked a little as you felt a lump form in your throat. "You're all I have."
He looked at you with those dark orbs of his then let out a heavy sigh.
"I'm just exhausted." He settled on. "Zeke and Yelena are just..."
"Extra?" You quipped.
"Let's go with that." He said with a wry laugh, as he put a hand on his forehead. "Changing plans every few hours. Nobody has a say so."
You nodded and squeezed his hand, then pressed a kiss on the side of his mouth.
"What was that for..?" He asked, and you grinned as you felt heat emanate from his cheek.
"For trusting me. I know things are classified over there but...I don't want them to weigh down on you so much, Ony. Really."
"You're sweet, honey. I just...despite the circumstances we're in I want to protect you. I know you're a resilient woman. I don't want to coddle you but...it's a reflex I guess." He said with a wry laugh as he pulled you in close, and rubbed your forearm.
"I know you do." You said as you rested your head on his shoulder.
Tumblr media
“Are you leaving tomorrow?” You asked as you sat on the bed as he stood in front of the mirror undressing. He shot you a look with a sad smile.
“First thing tomorrow morning.” He sighed, causing you to jut out your bottom lip.
“Don’t give me that look, honey..” He tittered as he sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless as he squeezed your bare thigh. “Makes me feel terrible.”
“Maybe that’s the point.” You joked as you crawled forward on the bed to drape your arms around his neck, your chest against his back.
“You know if it wasn’t like this...I’d be with you all the time.” He murmured as he planted a kiss on your hand.
“I know.” You said. “Well, I guess we gotta make the most of tonight then.”
Wordlessly, he pushed you gently into the pillows and gave you a warm smile as he cupped the side of your face. You beamed back at him, putting your hand over his and stroking it gently.
His hands are rough, as much as he does his best to moisturise them. They’re hardened from war, yet despite it all you’re sure Onyankopon’s hands are the softest place.
His embrace is always gentle as if he’s handling fine china. He leant in to press a chaste kiss on your lips and you smile against his lips, as you feel his lashes tickle your own. As he pulls away, you do your best to just take him in.
Gazing at his handsome features, you sigh. Every time you were at your lowest or panicked in the medical bay you like to think of his smile.
You feel his hands skim across your bare sides and it makes you shudder and jolt. He gives you a bemused reaction, he loves how he can make you fall apart under his touch.
Your eyes are fixated on his plump and soft lips as he showers you with compliments. You’re his angel, his everything. You make him have hope in such a bleak world that you live in.
You settle a hand on the back of his head and give him another smile. Whenever you’re with him, the muscles in your face ache because you simply for the life of you cannot stop smiling.
“You only you.”
author’s note: if you got this far thanks for reading 🫶🏽 pls reblog n leave feedback if u enjoyed dis ❤️ also dis is dedicated to @lemmetreatya bc she ceo of onyankopon and her fics are the best 💓 i wanted to try make a fic w his canon personality traits saur i hope it did him justice he’s an amazing character
157 notes · View notes
quick-catton · 2 months
Note
give me all ur felix and ollie and cattonquick head-canons plz can be nsft if u wish go crazy
ANON YOU LEFT THIS ASK OVER A MONTH AGO. I AM SO SORRY.
i've been waiting to answer it until i had a good list compiled/until i had a better grasp on their characters, and honestly most of these are fairly vague since i wrote them down before we all started going insane on tumblr and digging deep into their psyches LOL but. here are some of my thoughts that i've jotted down over the past month <3
sfw:
felix is a big ol’ scaredy cat, we see that in the film. oliver finds it so incredibly endearing that this big 6’5 man has to sleep with a night light and is terrified of scary films despite adoring halloween and taking the holiday so seriously. oliver definitely loves picking scary movies on the nights where it’s his turn to choose because he loves feeling like a protector when felix is hiding his face, burying himself in the crook of his arm, clinging to him and gasping at every jumpscare. and even though felix pretends to hate it, he doesn’t actually mind because he likes getting to feel small sometimes, having an excuse to press up against ollie.
felix is a little yapper, i just know it. that mfer does notttt stop talking somedays. if he has a thought, oliver is going to hear it. if he’s bored, he’s going to make it everyone else’s problem. as a little gremlin adhd–er, i lean towards attributing it to untreated adhd, but it's also just such a felix thing. of course oliver finds it endearing, but sometimes it drives him up the absolute wall; luckily for him, there are plenty of ways to shut felix up and/or occupy his mouth instead!
oliver is more of a show than tell person, valuing being able to do acts of service for felix, or to gift him things, make him feel good, happy, whatever. i think it makes sense, since he's more reserved and quiet. felix is more of a tell than show guy, always complimenting and speaking unfiltered and dropping words of affirmation left and right, and they balance each other out in that regard.
PET! NAMES! felix is obsessed with them, he drops them left and right even on friends, and on oliver it’s two fold. darling, sweetheart, angel, bambi, my love, doll, lover, all the classics, and oliver never gets tired of it. oliver is less outspoken/public with his affection, coming back to the show vs tell thing. i think to him, calling felix by his name or shortened versions (fee, lix, etc) is just as intimate as any pet name.
felix draws hearts and little messages with his finger against oliver’s skin when they’re in public, or when they’re just laying in bed at home. oliver likes to try and decipher them, or write ones back.
i know felix drives during the roadtrip scene, but i think in a relationship he would actually be an awful driver and a big passenger princess and oliver wouldn't be picky about music so he'd let him have the aux. felix would love to just lean against the window and stare at oliver or stick his feet on the dashboard/out the window and lay his head on the console even though oliver would hate it so much because "what if we get in an accident, felix??"
felix would love to abuse his size difference and would pick up oliver literally any chance he gets and oliver would pretend to hate it but he'd grow to love it bc it means getting to have physical contact with him <3
felix is terrified of bugs and will literally stand on a stool until oliver deals with them, but oliver hates having to kill them so he takes them outside in a cup. or alternatively, oliver is absolutely terrifying and goes into murder–mode to eliminate the source of whatever is scaring felix.
nsfw:
i think they’re both switches & verses tbh, with how their personalities are they would both enjoy having control but also being able to give up control and do what they’re told.
they both have praise kinks and servicing kinks as per my extensive brainrot and whole one-shot about it lol
felix is a little slutty exhibitionist and oliver is a creeper voyeur (/affectionate). he loves to have felix dress up pretty for him and he’s obsessed with taking pictures of him on felix’s film cameras for his eyes only, wallet photos if you will. and felix loves showing off for him and feeling oliver’s eyes on him like he’s just a piece of meat, like oliver is a predator and he’s prey.
oliver is obsessed with body worship, he loves to spend ages marking felix’s skin and getting him worked up and teasing him until he snaps, all the while acting innocent because “i just wanna show you how pretty you are”. paying attention to each individual body part, leaving kisses everywhere, using body worship as an outlet for his intense obsession and fixation.
both of them are possessive, but they deal with it in different ways. felix’s jealousy is quicker to flare up and he’s more likely to be confrontational about someone hitting on oliver; he has a hard time hiding his jealousy too when oliver is being a little too friendly with someone, getting all pouty and sulky, but oliver is good at talking him down. felix leaves marks all over his neck to make himself feel better, to show everyone that oliver is his, and oliver has no complaints about this. oliver’s possessiveness is quieter, jealousy that bubbles just beneath the surface, sometimes grows borderline–murderous, but he’s never confrontational about it. he sits with it until they’re alone, and then makes sure felix remembers who he belongs to. and at the end of the day, knowing he can make felix, this powerful golden god in his eyes, crumble beneath him is enough to quell any jealousy because he knows no one else will ever see him like he gets to. oliver loves marking him up too, but he loves doing it below the collar, like a secret that only the two of them know.
felix has an oral fixation. obviously. in the film he always has a popsicle or lollipop or cigarette or finger in his mouth; it just makes sense. one of his favourite things ever is when oliver lets him lay his head in his lap and cockwarm him until his jaw is aching while they watch a movie or oliver reads, because having his mouth occupied calms his always restless body and mind, but also he loves the closeness of it. he definitely gets a tongue piercing just to fidget with, but also takes so much joy in the way it effects oliver.
they're both definitely into freak shit, that goes without being said. they both always jump to try new things, always willing to feed into each other's obsessions, to play along with each other's kinks and fixations. i could elaborate enough on their kinks for one whole post about it lbr lmfaoo
i think felix probably gets super clingy and soft spoken and cuddly after sex when he subs and how he loves that oliver makes him feel small and safe afterwards, never feeling judged for opening up in that way. oliver is absolutely such a service bottom and service top, so getting to feed into that when domming is his favourite thing. he knows what felix needs before felix does, and felix trusts him with his life (ha.) he does occasionally tease felix for being a pillow princess, though.
and then vice versa, felix loves being able to help oliver get out of his always-racing overthinking mind when oliver subs, he loves making him feel so cozy and protected and safe in his arms afterwards. he feels so special that ever–reserved oliver trusts him and lets his guard down around him like that, recognizes the vulnerability it takes, and oliver feels so special seeing how much care felix takes with him.
both of them love having their hair played with and they both definitely get off on having it pulled.
i'll do an updated one of these soon, i'm sure! honestly most of these are from maybe the first week or so after i watched saltburn for the first time, and i feel like my view on their characters has evolved a LOT since then and i could go into a lot more detail/more niche tropes, but i have a lot of asks to get back to today so i'll save it for another time. <33
55 notes · View notes
tteokdoroki · 8 months
Text
☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. the day we died.
Tumblr media
about. for yourself and gojo, death leaves more than just physical scars.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! sfw, angst, canon-verse, probably very bad interpretations of satoru n suguru’s relationship lol i haven’t read the manga, talks of death, gojo is a lewser.
Tumblr media
satoru doesn’t have a scar from the day he died.
in fact, he looks exactly the same. logically, you know that there should be a jagged line that runs from his throat through his heart and slash along his body to where x marks the spot. but there’s nothing and everything else about satoru remains the same.
his eyes are still a pale sky blue. his hair still unmissable and white, soft like the peaks of fresh cream. his voice carries the same symphony — a melody not even the finest of composers could recreate. on the outside, gojo is exactly the same as he were hours just before he died.
and yet, there’s something so painfully different about him.
you feel the slight buzz between your worlds when you go to touch him — his infinity a barrier and a cold reminder of how different the two of you are now. his eyes don’t look at you the same, still blue, but lost in the tides of his thoughts and emotions — his desire to become stronger. he seems hollowed out by all the sadness and death and loss. and not even your love can fill him up.
“what happened to you, satoru?” you can’t help but ask him. he sits opposite to you but it feels like no one is there at all, like you’re talking to a brick wall built high enough to keep the noise out.
gojo barely lifts his head. he doesn’t meet your eyes. “i died.”
he says it like it’s obvious. you know that. he knows that. but there’s something else that’s killed the blooming garden of life in his lungs. shaking your head, you deny the truth layered thinly over his words and refuse to the the clear meaning behind them. “you’re right here,” you whisper desperately, clinging onto memories before the world came crashing down. “you’ve not gone anywhere.”
that’s when you look at him. you really look at him and see that satoru is not entirely the same. his insides are dying. there’s a hole in his heart that you can’t patch up. not on your own. not by being who you are.
“he’s gone. i let him go.”
the penny drops and from there it’s easier to tell where you really stand. in comparison to suguru getou, your love is not worth a fraction of what his was to satoru. you might be the one by gojo’s side right now but you’ll never be able to compete, you’ll never be on that level because…because satoru doesn’t see you as the strongest.
your lips form a thin line. you have no more questions. there’s no need to press.
white lashes flutter as gojo’s exploratory gaze slinks over to you — piqued by your quietness.
“you died.” you echo solemnly, looking to your hands as they twitch in your lap.
“yeah.” satoru bleats.
“funny.” your twisted laugh surprises him, and you make no effort to conceal it. “i think i just died too.”
Tumblr media
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
296 notes · View notes
captainkirkk · 9 months
Text
✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩
All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.
DC
Persistence Is A Sin by PlotlessWanderer
Part 1 of Persistence Verse
He stared Bruce Wayne in his dead blank eyes with the full force of his conditional training behind him and told Batman exactly what he was doing wrong. Clenching shaking hands, praying he wouldn't vomit, Tim faced the demon his hero had become and refused to be moved.
Persistence won out over apathy in the end. Tim wore Batman down through sheer stubbornness and blunt honesty. He wasn't looking to replace what Bruce had lost, wasn't trying to be the stand in for a dead boy. Sometimes he wasn't quite sure what he was doing, exactly, but he always knew that whatever it was, it was necessary.
(Tim won't let his heroes fade away without a fight. Even if he has to bring it right to their doorstep and insist they fight too)
Slipping by incogneat_oh
'There is a small plaster on his arm where Bruce had taken a blood sample. It itches. And the computer runs tests.
They don’t believe him when he says he’s fine.
“It was Ivy,” Dick says, tossing Tim a ball.
Tim just shrugs, says, “I feel fine.” '
(Tim is not fine.)
Catch and Release by snackbaskets
There's a tradition among the family: when in danger, you grab the smallest Robin and hang on tight. But like all traditions, this one had to start somewhere, right?
Alternately: three times Dick bodily attacks his father (with love)
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
Local Gods by EsteriaSilversmith
Saiki may have been able to keep anyone from finding out about his psychic abilities, but enough wierd things have happened around PK Academy that the students had to come up with /some/ kind of explanation.
(Aka Saiki's love of sweets comes back to haunt him in the strangest of ways)
Shades of abnormality by TimesBeingWhatTheyAre
Some days Saiki didn’t feel comfortable in his skin.
Canon-compliant AU in which Saiki is genderfluid
The Sandman
The Cat of the Endless by Salmaka
Hob sighs, content to see the cat there and closes his eyes, ready to fall asleep again. He is not quite willing to wake up fully just yet.
But then it hits him.
He doesn’t have a cat.
Clone Wars
The Trouble with Tookas by thosenearandfarwars
Never trust somebody a tooka dislikes.
despite all (despite everything) by never_going_home
Cody is a mess. Obi-Wan is also a mess. They should probably kiss about it at some point.
Featuring: awful horrible terrible siblings, multiple people being So Fucking Done with codywan's pining, an all-inclusive couples' resort, and shenanigans to the extreme.
//
Sometimes, Cody lies awake in the ship’s night-cycle and thinks about the holo Waxer had found in some forgotten article in the depths of a ‘net archive. It had been grainy and out of focus and half-corrupted, but still clearly the general, comforting some wounded child, twenty years younger, hair long and matted, chin bare of beard, cheeks hollow with hunger and grief. His eyes, though, haunted and full of flinty resolve—his eyes had been the same, the only recognisable part of that child-stranger’s face.
(Nobody could fault Obi-Wan Kenobi for his leadership. The problem, then, lies with Cody.)
hear the silence in your head by firelord_zutara
Despite how wrong wrong wrong his Commander feels in the Force, it’s still a relief when Obi-Wan rounds the corner and sees Cody running towards him, there and whole and alive. That is, until Obi-Wan’s entire universe crumbles in an instant when Cody starts shooting at him.
Or: Instead of Tup being the one with the malfunctioning inhibitor chip, it's Cody.
159 notes · View notes
ctitan98official · 2 months
Text
Donna adopts toddler Y/N
This is the second part of a group of head canons about Y/N getting adopted in the RE8 verse. Read the version where Alcina adopts Y/N here! This is such a cute idea! Let’s get into it!
Donna, Angie and the other dolls that lived in Beneviento Manor were a happy little family.
However, Donna did get a bit lonely sometimes. She tried to distract herself from this feeling of isolation by gardening and tending to the plants and flowers that grew around her house.
One day, Donna was doing some routine pruning and trimming to a plant when she heard a strange rustling sound.
She quirked a brow and quietly looked in the direction of the noise. She figured it must be a bird or squirrel foraging for some food.
What Donna did not expect to see was you, a tiny child crawling around in the foliage.
Donna was shocked. She looked around to see if anyone had brought you here, but you were all alone.
“Hello.” Donna gently called, hoping she wouldn’t startle you.
You perked up at Donna’s beautiful voice and tilted your head curiously at her before standing up and toddling towards her.
“Hi!” You said and waved at the pretty woman in front of you.
Donna smiled and leaned down to pick you up.
You happily wriggle as she brings you close and you snuggle into her.
“How did you get here, tesoro?” She questions and brushes some hair away from your face.
You thought for a moment before answering. “No mama, no dada.” You explained in your limited vocabulary.
Donna felt a pang of sympathy at what you said. She didn’t have any family either and understood the loneliness that comes along with that.
“My name is Donna. What’s your name?” She asks.
“Y/N!” You say with enthusiasm.
Donna giggles at how cute you are.
“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Y/N. Would you like to come inside and have something to eat?” She asks you softly.
You nod at her suggestion. “Yeah!” You exclaim which makes Donna laugh.
“Wonderful, cara mia.” She says and carries you into her house.
You marvel at all of the dolls that eagerly surround Donna.
“Hewwo!” You say to them and they turn to you in curiosity.
“Everyone, meet Y/N.” Donna introduces you to the dolls. She softly places you on the ground.
You eagerly wave at the dolls and a few of them pat you on the arm in greeting. You giggle at your newfound friends. Some of the dolls lead you over to a small table to play which makes you excitedly squeal.
Donna feels her heart melt at how accepting you are of the dolls.
“You all watch Y/N and play. I’m going to fix something for them to eat.” She instructs the dolls who nod at her request.
Angie comes bounding down the stairs when she hears that Donna has come back inside.
She spots you immediately and wants to get a better look. “Hey, short stuff!” She says, coming over to softly pat your head.
“Hi!” You say back. You are very surprised to meet a talking doll.
“What your name?” You ask her.
“I’m Angie! Donna’s best friend!” She answers.
Your eyes go wide at this. “You know pwetty lady?” You ask.
Donna hears what you say from the kitchen and blushes. Nobody has ever called her pretty before, so she is quite embarrassed.
Angie laughs at your question. “Yep! We’re very close!”
Angie joins you and the other dolls who have started coloring.
Soon, Donna emerges with a delicious-looking plate of pasta for you.
“Y/N, your food is done. Come eat, please.” She requests.
You run over as fast as you can. “Yummy!” You say.
Donna picks you up and sits you on her lap before twirling some spaghetti on a fork and gently placing it in your mouth,
You have never eaten anything so delicious in your life. You turn and smile at Donna in appreciation. “Good!” You tell her.
Donna smiles. “I’m so glad, tesoro.”
Donna continues to feed you, but you begin to grow sleepy. You rub your eyes and lean back into her.
“Are you getting sleepy, my love?” Donna asks and you nod.
“Okay, let’s find you somewhere to nap.” Donna says and carries you upstairs.
Donna decides to just let you sleep in her bed. She tucks you in and kisses you on your head. She moves to go sit in a nearby chair but you quickly protest.
“Lie down too?” You ask her with big pleading eyes.
Donna laughs before agreeing. “Okay, Y/N. I’ll lie down next to you. Sound good?”
You happily nod and feel your eyelids getting heavy.
Donna slips into the bed beside you and you immediately cuddle into her side. She is so soft and smells like fresh flowers which makes you feel safe.
Donna is surprised at how quickly you have become comfortable with her. She wraps her arm around you and tucks you closer.
“Y/N?” She asks gently as you settle.
“Yeah?” You answer, burying your face into Donna.
“Would you like to live here with me and the dolls?” She asks.
You instantly pop your head up with an awestruck grin. “I can stay?!” You ask in disbelief.
Donna smiles and giggles at your cute reaction. “Absolutely, cara mia.” She nods.
“Yeah! I wan’ stay!” You bounce on the bed in excitement.
Donna pulls you into a hug and gives you a kiss on the head. “I’m glad, Y/N.”
You suddenly pull away and furrow a brow in thought. “You… My mama?” You ask.
Donna blushes at your question. “I would like to be.” She says, hoping that’s what you want as well.
You lay your head on her shoulder and let out a contented sigh. “I love you, mama.” You say and begin to fall asleep.
Donna feels a tear slip down her cheek at what you said. She never thought she would be a mother. You have now changed her life for the better.
She turns her head and places a soft kiss on your cheek. “Mama loves you, Y/N.”
You both snuggle and dream of your new life together.
Note: Donna as a mom is so soft for me, I love her so much! Also, Alcina would be delighted to meet her sister’s new child. The Dimi sisters would love to have a little cousin to play with too.
Masterlist
45 notes · View notes
Text
Humanity’s weapon
Synopsis: The ackermans have always been seen as humanity’s strongest. Levi feels like he’s more humanity’s weapon than their best soldier, but you make him feel more than that.
Warnings: fluff / angst !, reader was written with fem in mind but can be read as GN! mentions of death, canon verse!
Navigation!! // Masterlist!!
Tumblr media
There’s something so relaxing about you. Something he loves. The world outside is falling apart. Titans ripping people in half and to shreds. For the longest time Levi felt he was fighting for nothing. He felt used. But he felt this burden, this responsibility. He was capable of bringing the people of Paradis to a better life, even if he didn’t want too, he was able too. So he does it. He fights with all he has, praying he walks out of this mission alive. The only difference is this time he has something to fight for. Someone to go home too. You.
The missions are always dark. There’s more casualties than the last and the hope in his heart is dying slowly. He’s tryin to trust Erwin, but these people are giving their lives for a few dead titans. At this point he felt they were just food. Walking back into his office is quiet, and the look on his face makes it hard to believe the mission was successful.
“Hey.” You say. The air is quiet, there’s a stillness in the room that makes everything feel that much more tense. “How did it go?” You ask carefully.
“A thousand soldiers went out.” He says, standing at his desk. He doesn’t sit, just stays there looking down at the papers askew. “Only three hundred came back. That includes the wounded.” He says quietly, fist clenching at his side.
“Levi..” you speak, unsure of what to do. Standing in the doorway that connects your shared room to his office, your hand fiddles with the door handle. “And your squad?” You ask carefully, and he just sighs. He looks up at you, eyes finally connecting with yours.
“Lost two.” He says, he doesn’t give you their names. You know why. You let go or the door handle, walking to Levi slowly. The closer you get the more you see he frowns, and he doesn’t push you away when you pull him into a hug. He sighs, wrapping his arms around you as you hug him.
“Do you wanna go to bed?” You ask, knowing he’s tired. He nods pulling away for a bit to let you pull him into your shared room. He sits at the edge of the bed, your hands working to undo the ODM straps on him, working calmly to get him out of his uniform. Usually he’d be caught dead wearing his outside clothes in his room, or even sitting with them on his bed, but he’s distraught. More so than usual. The cleanliness is the last thing on his overworked mind, and he feels his body ease when your softer hands work to gentle massage the muscles of his arms. He’s tense and it shows.
Once he’s out of his work clothes, you go to grab out fresh clothes from his wardrobe, listening as he quietly walks to the bathroom to shower. You lay his clothes out neatly, deciding to wait for him to get out the bathroom. He steps out, face pressed into his smaller towel drying his face off. He pulls away to see his clothes laid out for him, you sitting there expectedly. The two of you sit in silence as he gets dressed, and he takes this time to soak in your presence. You’re here, in front of him alive and breathing well. You’re here. He still has you.
As he crawls into bed with you, snuggling up next to you under the warm sheets, he feels more grateful to be alive. Instead of coming home to sleep alone in a cold bed, your safe embrace makes him feel more than a weapon, more than a soldier. For a moment, he knows as long as he’s coming home to you, he’s anything but what humanity uses him for.
67 notes · View notes