#he’s walked in on too many boot room private conversations that he just KNOWS

[you-see-something-strange-here]

If you think the team didn’t have a longterm bet going on about whether Roy and Jamie were fucking after Amsterdam, you’re wrong. Also, all bets were conducted with the Honorable Judge McAdoo presiding over them.

#Sam definitely put yes #he has heard jamie ramble about that man a little too much #will also put yes #he’s walked in on too many boot room private conversations that he just KNOWS #I bet you zoreaux is the holdout #who’s like mmmm I dunno guys they could just be bffs 🤷‍♀️ #roy kent #roy x jamie #isaac mcadoo #afc richmond #ted lasso #jamie tartt

[lesp1een]

Indulgence. (Undertaker x Goldust)

Request for the sweet @strangedreamlandmagazine !

Thank you for requesting this 💕 I hope you like it even though it came out longer than I thought

Content warning: NSFW

"Thanks for inviting me over, my darling"

The man remained silent. He had sensed a foreign presence in his house by the time he walked in, yet he did not expect to find Goldust in his living room, golden figure splashed on his sofa in the most comfortable way.

He was so stunned he didn't find a way to react. Paul wasn't there. He was the one who did the work, the one who told him what to do, and he would obey.

Paul hated Goldust. To him, he was nothing but an eccentric freak looking for some men to lure.

Undertaker wasn't sure about that. They had spoken before. Goldust was not an evil man. He was simply too much for him. Too much color, too much conversation, too much hedonism.

He could just take him by his long, swan neck and break it, leave him dead on the dark ground of his room. Goldust was a big, strong man, but Undertaker was stronger. He was no human, after all.

However, he was no monster, either. He was nothing everyone thought of him, so he decided to step into the living room, boots creaking under the old, weak wooden floor.

"I brought you some fruit" Goldust told the other, while slipping a grape in his own lips, savouring it. He was ready for the deadman to jump at his throat at any given moment. He was soon to understand that the Undertaker was not as predictable as he seemed, because he did not move a finger towards him. He did not burst out in anger. He sat stiffly on a little armchair, in front of him, and stared.

"I do not need to eat."

Goldust ate another grape, a sly smile on his painted lips. "That does not mean you are incapable of doing it, or does it?"

He knew about Taker's little secret. At first, he thought he was fucking with him just like he did with his audience, making him believe he was actually dead or something like that.

That was until they had their first private moments, after months of Goldust trying to get into the other man's skin to get him close to him. He was touching his chest, adjusting his tie, his shirt, finding any excuse to feel him up, since it was basically impossible to get any clothes off of him, when he discovered that all the rumors were true. His heart was skipping beats. Too many beats… in fact, it was not beating at all.

"I came here to apologize." Goldust broke the sudden silence, looking right at the other for the first time since they had seen each other. "I should have not disrespected you. I was shocked, and that is no excuse for what i did."

He stormed off. As soon as he found out his date was really undead, he was so shocked and scared he ran away from him. Like he was some kind of monster.

"You did what everyone would do." Undertaker was not even looking at him, finding better enjoyment in checking the level of dust on the table beside him.

"Except I know you're no monster."

There was a certainty about those words that made the deadman believe them. Goldust was telling the truth, or at least he really thought what he was saying was true.

He couldn't see him as a monster, he couldn't see him as a freak, because that would mean he would be a freak himself.

They were both strange, they were both feared because they were different, in their own ways. Monsters were unknown, a vague concept of something evil and unrelatable. Undertaker was pretty much there, beating heart or not, and he was the first creature Goldust had ever related to. He was no monster, he was a misunderstood, lonely pretty little thing.

"You are forgiven. You may go, now."

"You have so many books, I never took you as a reader." Goldust was walking through the whole room, attracted by the old, dusty books filling up almost every inch of the place.

After apologizing, he did not leave, and was wandering around, talking about everything and nothing at all, his questions being left unanswered by a silent Undertaker, still sitting on that armchair like he was being held at gunpoint.

The blonde man pulled out a book with a little laugh and threw himself on the couch again. He even brought wine, and forced Taker to take a glass. It was still in his hand, left untouched.

"Oh, you've read this one! It's full of notes. You have such a delightful handwriting, by the way."

He was finding out some really interesting things about the deadman, that day. Like the fact that he had a shelf full of erotic novels like the one he was checking on the sofa.

"Come here, my darling. Come next to me." If he was someone else, he would never dare to call him like that. However, he was no stranger to what the bigger man liked. Praise was something he never expected Undertaker to enjoy, yet everytime he called him lovingly, the big, dark man would turn softer.

He heard a little grunt come from the other side, and giggled softly as he felt his weight on the sofa, right next to him.

"Good." He praised him, and he gently brought the still full glass of wine to his pale lips. "Now indulge."

Undertaker didn't need to drink. He had lost all his mortal needs after his death. He didn't even know if he was still able to get drunk or to enjoy alcohol. It was all new to him, and it was because of Goldust that he was having his first human experiences after so much time.

He had never kissed someone before Goldust. He had never been attracted to anyone before him. He made him feel for the first time, he made him experience human touch and intimacy after years of being cold.

He took a sip of wine, to the other's delight. A grape was brought on his lips by the other man, who was looking at him so lovingly under those long lashes, and he could not refuse, savoring, letting his body feel again. It tasted sweet in his mouth, filled him with a strange enjoyment he never thought he could achieve by eating some fruit and drinking wine. Yet there he was, letting another man feed him grape and sipping on wine.

It was one of those rare moments when Goldust could see the man who was hiding behind that cold, dark persona. He couldn't get enough of him trying new things, of the expressions he made when he found out he liked them.

So close to him, he could see the freckles on his nose, the red roots of his dark hair, his wine stained, glossy lips. He had those piercing green eyes that captivated him.

"You are gorgeous." He lifted up the other's chin a bit to get a good look at his face. Undertaker was everything Goldust loved in a man. He was masculine, he was strong and he was dangerous. He was mysterious, unapproachable, he was a challenge worth taking.

His adulation was left unanswered, his pale date wrapping his lips around another grape, eating it out of Goldust's fingers. It was alluring how he didn't know how much power his beauty had on others.

"No words would suffice to describe how erotic you look, right now, eating out of my hands, getting drunk on wine and vice."

"I am no hedonist." Tone darker, his words sounded like an accusation, that Goldust took with a smile. He was a vicious man, he couldn't deny that statement.

"You sure aren't, deadman. However, you do have your vices." Goldust tapped on the book he was holding on his lap. It was a well bound copy of a Marquis De Sade novel, very well kept despite the age. Undertaker's lips curved into a knowing smile. "You have gotten too comfortable snooping around my belongings."

"Oh, my darling, I'm so glad I have. Or else, how could I have known you were such a degenerate?"

"Sounds like self-projection, to me."

"So we're getting cocky, deadman?"

As much as he was enjoying that playful bickering, Goldust was starting to warm up. His date was dangerously close to him, chest pressing against his shoulder as he spoke to him, hand reaching on his lap to put away the book.

"I have learned a lot about this one, actually."

"Oh, I beg you to tell me about it." His voice was low with desire as he spoke, hoping the deadman would get the innuendo.

The book was put on the table, a now free, gloved hand having access to Goldust's thighs. He felt it make its way under his robe, caress his legs so invitingly, the man opened his thighs, leaving space for his lover to take over.

Undertaker was looking at him with piercing, green eyes as he started to stroke him in between his legs, pushing his palm on that clothed, growing erection.

He grabbed the dark man's shoulder with his hand, squeezing, his head thrown back as he felt a cold palm let itself into his pants to stroke him, the ice cold grip on his hard member making him jump out in pleasure. It was a new sensation, an addictive one, as he moaned sweet nothings, his voice echoing through the room. He was good at it, squeezing his tip enough to let Goldust see stars behind his eyes. Too distracted by his own pleasure, he barely noticed the man removing his purple glove. The thing he noticed well, though, it was that his touch became even colder on his skin as a single, thick finger entered his body, making him jump.

"You are evil." He panted, muscles tensing up, sensations too strong to stand. He wasn't given enough time to get accustomed to all of that. Another finger entered him, and he moved. He thrust them inside him, and it felt like being fucked with ice, the temperature contrast so strong it only intensified the pleasure, making it almost unbearable. "You are an evil man-" his voice broke as Undertaker found that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. And he felt a cold breath against his neck as the rhythm increased.

"Here we go." The deadman whispered, with a gravelly voice, and he started to fuck the other without any mercy, pushing against his prostate again and again, his arm tensing, his pace rough, until Goldust was moaning messily and crying onto his own painted face. He gripped his lover's hair, to have something to hold on to, and he tried to find the other's mouth, being met with a soft pair of lips, cold as grave, kissing him tenderly as he was being fingered mercilessly, his spine curving to meet those thrusts, to receive more and more, so much he wouldn't be able to take it anymore.

He moaned loudly into Undertaker's mouth, a long tongue caressing his own, teeth biting at his lip, and he was coming hard on the other's fingers, his cock jumping as he splashed his own stomach with come. He was left trembling, those long fingers exiting his body, leaving him empty, head still fuzzy with aftershock.

"You…" he whispered, breathlessly, lips still caressing each other. "I adore you."

He was thrown on the couch, not given enough time to cool off after his orgasm, Undertaker's body casting a shadow over his own as he messily loosened his tie and basically ripped Goldust's robe off his body. He didn't undress himself, only lowering his tight pants to free his erection. Goldust instinctively licked his lips at the sight, and he thought that maybe, another time, he would have loved to feel that on his tongue. His body was turned around by strong hands, his chest pressing against the couch, and he gripped the fabric hard in his fists when Undertaker entered him, hands grabbing his hips as he pushed his cock fully into him with a deep groan. Goldust cried out, feeling himself be stretched wide by the other, and of course he was big, that man had no flaw whatsoever.

A courtain of dark hair fell on Goldust's face as Undertaker started to thrust in him, slowly, deeply, making the other feel every inch of him, filling him up so good he would remember it forever.

"You sure know what rigor mortis is." Goldust panted out, and Undertaker took it as an incentive to fuck him hard enough to shut his mouth. He was surprised with a strong thrust that hit his already abused prostate, making him writhe and cry out onto the couch. A hand grabbed his head and pushed it down, forcing Goldust still as Undertaker started to fuck him hard, making him scream, making him drool in pleasure and stain the fabric with makeup and tears. He was a mess. He lost control over things, and was enjoying every second of it. Undertaker was so big he could split him in half, and he was doing it, Goldust unable to do anything but cry until he came again, and again, the man above him not stopping for a minute. He was fucked on his back, pushed against the table, bottle of wine crashing on the floor, his legs unable to stand on their own, hips bruised by the other's grip. He was sure his makeup was now completely gone, washed out by tears and spit and Undertaker's lips. His lover's face was a mess too. He had black marks on his mouth and golden dust staining his pale face.

"I can't do this anymore." He pleaded, his body aching, his head spinning with so much pleasure he thought he was gonna die at any moment.

"Only one more. You can do it."

No, no he could not. Or so he thought, before Undertaker was fucking him again, this time deep and passionate, slower, a hand pressing Goldust's wrists above his head to keep him still. Behind blurry eyes, he saw and heard his lover moan his name low, before furrowing his brows, expression tensing, body spasming against Goldust's hips, and he felt ice shoot deep inside his body. He held the man tight in his arms, and came weakly for the fourth time, only little drops of come leaving his weakened body.

He was breathless, unable to move, and he waited for Undertaker to lift him up carefully and place his tired body on the sofa. He was caressed tenderly until he regained full consciousness, looking up at his lover, head rested against his still chest.

"You passed out. Are you okay?" He could hear worry in Undertaker's tone as he spoke, hand still stroking his back.

"I'm feeling fantastic, my darling." he smiled, trying to assure his lover. "It was just intense."

Undertaker looked over at his own living room, red wine splashed all over the carpet, a broken bottle on the floor. "Yes, it was… Sorry."

"Do not ever apologize for being intense again. I enjoy that a lot actually." Goldust chuckled, and he kissed the other softly.

"For the love of God, Undertaker! What happened here?" Paul screamed with his usual high-pitched voice, his protégé sitting quietly, back hunched as he was being scolded, hair completely covering his face. "I'm sorry."

"Since when have you started to drink alcohol?"

"I found it in the kitchen. I'm gonna clean it off, now."

"You better do! Oh, you've become unmanageable!" As Paul stormed out of the living room, face red with rage, Undertaker raised his head, and felt a little pang of excitement run through his skin, warming him up. He was lucky Paul didn't notice those lipstick stains on his face.

It would be his little secret. It would be their little secret.

#wwf #wwe #goldust #undertaker #goldust x taker #smut #writing #writing request

[slipperygaloshes]

Thank you to @jmflowers for infusing my day with some positivity. Here’s my attempt at your gratitude challenge.

10 things I’m grateful for and/or proud of myself for accomplishing since the start of 2023:

1. I recently spent a whole weekend with my family, celebrating my grandmother’s 93rd (!!!) birthday. Learned a lot about family members I never had a chance to meet and my grandmother was really happy all weekend and I was happy to be there with her. I was also v proud of myself for attending day 3 without my nuclear family, and for forcing myself to drive in the rain. I don’t love driving but the only way to get better at it is to do it, and I think the same is probably true of making conversation. So there’s a twofer of gratitude and pride.

2. I am grateful as hell to have the dog I didn’t want five years ago by my side. He makes life brighter. He had a difficult start before landing with us, but is such a good, smart boy and I’m very proud of him. I’m forcing myself to take him on a daily walk when I get home from work and he’s slowly becoming more adventurous/less anxious, and a better walker to boot. We’re getting further every day. And we’re also working very hard to not freak out when a dog or squirrel passes by the house.

3. I’m grateful to live where I do, even if I wish I lived separate from my family at nearly all times. There is an enriching city and many relaxing beaches in close proximity, and all different sorts of people to meet and know. I’m really lucky my ancestors stopped moving around where they did.

4. I’ve read about six books this year thanks to my new NYPL digital library card. This is not a very impressive stat, especially for a former English major, but I lost my drive for reading for a long time, so it’s meaningful to me.

5. Recently did a big clean out of the mountains of miscellaneous paperwork six people accumulate over the years. We didn’t need about 2/3 of it, so that was satisfying to see. I also got rid of a ton of Christmas crap and other random things we no longer have need for. I’m a fan of spring cleaning, I think! Debating tackling the catch-alls that are the laundry room and/or garage this weekend.

6. I am actively trying to make plans with people and be a more active participant in life lately. Not sure if this is a consequence of more sun in my life or what but I’m trying to keep the momentum going and hopefully by the time it gets dark again, I’m in a good habit. Usually, I just do things alone these days because all of my friends moved out together about an hour away and I just don’t want to coordinate schedules/budgets/etc. But had a good time the last weekend we went out, so I’m trying to be more inviting.

7. Speaking of that, I had fun exploring a new place recently, living almost completely in the moment (a rarity for me), and along the way discovered that I enjoy an aperol spritz. I think one of my friends had it in mind as like a birthday activity for me, but everyone was super respectful of my wish for a quiet/low key birthday, and the day was all the better for it. My boss and my family were also good about it, so I’m grateful for that.

8. I’ve been working to reframe some of my negative thoughts recently. I like to playfully call it “gaslighting myself into mental wellness”, but in all seriousness, I do think it has helped me to retool my brain so I’m thinking a little differently and having healthier reactions to things beyond my control. So there’s something to be proud of.

9. I’m grateful to love and be loved. I don’t know a better feeling in the world and I am really lucky to have some great people in my life. I’m grateful for this opportunity to reflect on that.

10. This is a pre-pride, really, but it’s going to be my biggest accomplishment of this year, and possibly of the next few years, and I want to shout it from the rooftops but I’m too shy for that, so I’m sharing it here. I will make my final payment on my private student loan in September and be private debt free in October. This has been years of working a survival job, living with my parents, and missing out on exciting opportunities in the making, but soon I will be able to live more freely and do more of what I want to do rather than what I have to do. I’ve decided I’m going to go to Mexico to celebrate.

#personal #gratitude challenge #this was a challenge but I was glad to have the opportunity to reflect

[therenlover]

One Last Night In Madripoor (An 18+ Helmut Zemo/Reader Oneshot)

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Tags: Smut, SoftDom!Zemo, Hook Up, Semi-Public Sex, Drinking, Safe Sex, Explicit Consent, First Meeting, Wall Sex, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content

Word Count: 4200~

This fic has been crossposted under the same title to my AO3!

---------

Madripoor was a place like nothing you had ever seen.

It wasn’t that the sights were anything special. You could find seedy criminal underbellies lined with neon where the streets ran red with blood anywhere if you looked hard enough. Even the ocean view didn’t do much to set it apart from any other place visually. No, Madripoor’s scenery and architecture weren’t what kept your eyes wide with wonder whenever you found yourself wandering through the winding back-alleys without a purpose. It was the people that kept you around.

Thieves, pirates, and miscreants had been taking shelter at the docks since before anyone there could remember. It was a city borne of the underbelly of society, the people nobody sees, but you saw them. You saw them every day when you stood in the main market waiting for an easy bounty. There were faces everywhere; big and small, tall and short, scarred and flawless. No two people in the streets of Madripoor were ever exactly alike. If you needed to remember someone, their unique face was right there waiting in your mind.

After living on the island for almost 6 months, most people were already cataloged neatly in your mind as friend or foe. This man, though, he was new. He was different.

The night was still young. There was some trouble at the Princess Bar that ended with Selby dead and a few murderers loose in the streets with a price on their heads, but you steered clear. Going after the killers meant going up against hundreds if not thousands of trained bounty hunters and assassins and no amount of money was worth dying over now, not while you were so close to freedom. Instead of chasing your doom, you decided to head to your room, get dressed up, and head out to wherever the music was loudest in search of a place to forget about your problems for the night. The thudding sounds of poorly DJ-ed club remixes led you to Leonardo’s Place. That’s where you found him.

You were two drinks in and sticking close to the wall when he stumbled into your line of sight. What initially caught your eye was his dancing. He couldn’t move for shit. What kept your attention, though, was his face.

There was transience to him, like at any moment someone could bump into him and he would disappear without a trace at their touch. Despite that he was gaudy. Everything about his clothing screamed wealth and fine taste from the thread count of his obnoxious purple turtleneck to the shine on his boots. He was strange, a walking contradiction, and one who had never had the pleasure of gracing your presence or screwing you over in the past. In the simplest of terms, he intrigued you. With nothing left to lose you downed the last of your cocktail and made your way to the gap in the crowd where the stranger had staked his claim. It was game time.

“You come here alone?” You asked. Your voice was barely a whisper above the heavy thrumming of the music.

He gave you a long look up and down before answering as if he were trying to size you up. Something about having his gaze linger on your body made your heartbeat soar. “I’m not looking for company,” His accented tone was gruff but left a sliver of room for reconsideration. You took the chance. What could go wrong?

With as much tact and grace as you could muster you let yourself slip a little closer to him. “What, do I look too expensive for you?” you teased, before backing off with a grin, “Thanks for the compliment, but I’m not here for that. My job is a little more… dangerous.” As you danced, the hem of your dress rode up your thigh just enough to reveal the knife holster in your garter belt. It pleased you greatly to see this handsome stranger do a double-take; that meant he was looking at your upper thigh in the first place. “I just liked what I saw in you… do you like what you see in me?”

Somehow, your little joke had endeared him to you, however minutely. Instead of brushing you off the man paused his jerky dancing for a moment to really take you in. Then, he caved. “Would you like a drink?” He asked.

You smirked. “Who would I be if I turned down a free drink from a handsome stranger,”

He met you in the middle as he offered you his hand. “I never promised it would be free,”

So, the two of you found yourselves at the bar, bodies leaned into each other and away from the rest of the sweltering crowd as the bartender slid you your order. The stranger was drinking a brandy straight while you opted for a sidecar. It was enough alcohol that you were starting to feel pretty buzzed, but you still felt in full control of yourself. You took a long sip before speaking. “So, what should I call you?”

It took him a moment to respond but once he did, he seemed sure of himself. “You can call me Helmut, but Baron is fine as well,”

You cocked up an eyebrow. “Is that a nickname?”

“More of a title,”

He took a drink as you gawked. “Like royalty?”

“Not like. I am,”

Your cheeks flushed. The rational part of your mind was so stunned by the ease with which Helmut lied that it seemed to short circuit completely, leaving you very puzzled and more than a little intrigued. “Well, pardon me, Mr. Baron. What’s royalty like you doing in a place like this?”

“There are plenty of reasons a man like me would have business here. A woman as beautiful as you, though… not so much,” he waved his hand in loose gestures as he spoke, “Why risk your life and beauty for this? A life living in the underground where you cannot so much as dream of seeing the stars?”

You finished your drink in one large swig. It burned down your throat but you relished in the pain. “Not all of us are lucky enough to be born in a place where we can see the stars. Funny enough, though, I’m just about to get out,”

“Is that right?”

“I finally saved up enough money from small jobs to buy my way out from under the Power Broker’s thumb,” Something about the way Helmut smiled at you made you feel safe. It was like you could tell him your worst, darkest secrets and not feel an ounce of fear or guilt. “I’m nothing special here, a small-time bounty hunter, and I kept it that way for a reason. I’m not valuable and I don’t know much. If I just pay my dues and keep the money coming until I can get their claws out of my back, I should be free to leave with a freighter tomorrow morning,”

Helmut was quick to respond. “Ah, travel by freighter. It’s terribly dangerous to be a stowaway, you know? Impossible to predict quite what the seas will be like,”

“Well, that’s just a risk I’ll have to take to get out of here and stop… what was it that you said I was doing? Risking my life and beauty?”

The two of you chuckled as Helmut took one last drink to empty his glass. Then, the conversation stilled. Around you people were alive, gyrating to the music as their pulses thumped to the beat, but it was like they weren’t even there. Instead, your whole being was focused on the strange man in front of you who had stolen away your sensibilities with his cool tone and thick accent. He made you feel alive. No, more than alive. Every color was brighter, every sound was sharper, every sip of your drink was crisper. He was a once-in-a-lifetime man, and this was a once-in-a-lifetime night. Oh, to hell with it!

“I like you, Baron,” you purred, pressing yourself close to him. His breath hitched the moment you touched him. He acted as if it had been a very long time since he was last touched like that. “And I think you like me too. In fact, I think you like me enough that we should take this conversation somewhere a little more private. What do you say?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, his gloved hand made its way around your wrist, and in a moment’s time, he was pulling you across the crowded dance floor towards a small, secluded hallway. You assumed that meant yes.

The instant you made it to the shelter of the shadows Helmut was on you like a man starved. One of his hands was quick to explore the skin just above the hem of your dress as the other pressed against the wall, caging you in and holding you as a more than willing hostage to his affections. He didn’t kiss your face, and you weren’t complaining about that, but he did put his mouth to good use sucking a dark bruise into your collarbone. His ministrations only stopped when a high, keening sound escaped your lips.

“You like that, don’t you, meine kleine schlampe?” he growled through gritted teeth. Something about his tone turned your already weak legs to jelly. The second you went limp in his grip, though, he pulled back. Straightening himself out, he offered you a steadying arm. You took it without hesitation. “I’m terribly sorry to be so rude. I assure you that I am not usually the type of man to hook up with someone on a whim, I’ve simply been… indisposed for many years and haven’t had many opportunities for pleasure, especially not with a woman as beautiful as you,”

His compliment was enough to have you blushing like a schoolgirl. You had killed more people than you could reasonably count, and probably fucked even more, but something about the way Helmut looked and sounded and acted made you feel almost innocent to his advances. He was a drug and you needed to get your fix before he disappeared forever.

“Does that mean you think I’m special?” You asked, all doe eyes with an innocent smile. Helmut ate it right up.

“Yes, schatzi. Very special,”

You hitched a leg up, letting your heel dig into his expensive dress pants and drag him closer to you once again. “First your little slut and now your little treasure? Which one is it, Helmut?”

“And so smart,”

“Move, Baron!”

At your insistence, Helmut was on you once again, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down your neck as he fiddled with his gloves, yanking them off and shoving them in his back pocket before he continued. “So demanding,” he chided, and yet he continued to lavish you with affection, his hand climbing higher and higher up your thigh. Your back was pressed flush to the wall now, and you were painfully aware of just how warm Helmut was. He smelled like a rich man’s cologne and yet his skin tasted of cheap soap when you leaned in to give him a bruise of his own.

“You love it,” you replied. He let out a husky laugh.

“I suppose I do,” he chuckled, and then his fingers brushed over your core. Your knees buckled. Helmut kept you upright with his body as he continued to taunt you through your underwear, but he seemed more confident now, almost cocky. “My needy schatzi, have you no patience?”

Your response was breathless; a confession.

“Not with you,”

Something about your words lit a fire in Helmut’s eyes. In an instant he had your leg hiked up while he ground his hardened length against your clothed wetness. Your mind went blank. He felt big. A mindless whimper fell from your lips.

“How do you want me?” Helmut asked. As he spoke he ran a light finger down your elevated thigh. You offered up another whimper. “I’ll need you to use your words and tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” His tone had you wet enough that you worried you were dripping.

With a gulp, you managed to fumble out the words. “I’ll blow you first if you promise to fuck me,”

That had him grinning like a wolf. “Perhaps you are my little schlampe, so eager to get down on your knees for me…” And you were. Even on shaky legs, you found yourself happily falling to your knees as the Baron fumbled with his fly. It was only then that you found yourself gazing down the hall towards the cacophony of lights and sounds and people maybe 20 feet away from your hiding place in the shadows. As if he could sense your discomfort, Helmut paused. “Are you alright?”

You nodded quickly. “I just forgot we were out in the open for a second,”

“Do you want to stop? If the location is the problem, I would gladly pause so we can find a new hideaway,” he stopped short, looking down and meeting your heavily lidded gaze, “or perhaps the idea of putting on a show excites you?” Your heart jumped out of your chest. Helmut noticed. “Well, if my little schlampe is so keen on putting on a show, she should get a move on,”

That was your cue to get to work. In a swift motion, you finished unzipping his fly and shifted his boxers, letting his lovely cock spring free. It was a pleasant penis and far as they went, average in length but thick with a leaking purple tip at half-mast. Just looking at it made you clamp your legs together.

Slowly, you gave a tentative lick up the underside of his length. He felt heavy on your tongue in the best of ways. Helmut jerked upward, a man possessed. You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s been a long time, huh?”

“Less talking, more working little schlam-” you cut Helmut off quickly by taking most of his length into his mouth. That seemed to shut him up. His wolf-like grin had dissolved into a slack-jawed mess the second you started to suck him off. Oh, this was going to be fun.

For the most part, the Baron let you set the pace, bobbing your head and taking as much of his length as you comfortably could, but after a short while his hands were buried in your hair as he fought the urge to buck into your throat, hard. With a particularly rough snap of his hips, Helmut pulled away.

“You are an angel from heaven, schatzi,” he groaned, pulling himself slowly from your mouth as you got your first good deep breath in a while, “but a deal is a deal, and it wouldn’t be quite fair if I got to have all the fun, now would it?” Your breath hitched in your throat. Finally time for the main event.

Helmut was surprisingly gentle with you as he offered you a hand and helped you back up, only pausing to wipe a line of dribble off your chin with his thumb. With anyone else, it would have felt wholly humiliating but with Helmut… well, it did things to you you would rather not admit. You quirked up an eyebrow, though, when he got on his knees in turn, mirroring your past position. “What are you doing, Baron?”

“I simply assumed my sweet schatzi would enjoy a reward for taking my cock so well,” his words had you biting your lip as your cheeks flushed, “now be a good girl and take what I give you. I want to hear those pretty noises you made earlier,” With that, his face disappeared under your skirt. He pulled down your panties and… snickered?

“What now?” you groaned, squirming as his hot breath hit your exposed nub.

“You’re sopping wet,” he replied. Out of habit, you moved to shut your legs but found Helmut’s large hand was holding them open. “I do enjoy being sandwiched between your thighs, but you shouldn’t hide yourself from me. Take your pleasure. You’ve earned it,” That was when he began his assault on your folds.

You had been with plenty of partners over the years, all with varying proficiencies when it came to giving pleasure, but no one had ever made you feel quite as good as Helmut did while you gripped his hair and rode his face with reckless abandon. He always hit just the right spot, alternating between sucking on your sensitive clit and running his rough tongue in sloppy circles against it. In no time flat your pleasure was building toward’s its peak as your knees trembled.

“Helmut,” you squeaked, “Helmut I’m gonna cuuuUUOH!”

You were suddenly thrown over the edge of pleasure as the Baron worked you open with his fingers, pressing that spot inside of you just right. It was a revelation. Nothing would ever compare to him and you hadn’t even fucked yet. Once you had regained some semblance of stability he emerged from his place between your thighs, face slick with your juices, wearing the expression of a cat that got the cream.

“You make such lovely sounds for me, schatzi,” Helmut groaned, rising from his place at your feet and reaching into his pocket. While he fumbled for a condom you took the time to actually remove your panties, lifting one shaky leg at a time before balling them up and tossing them on the ground. You could grab them later. Or not! In all honesty, your ruined undies were the last thing on your mind as your watched Helmut roll the condom onto his proud cock, pumping himself a few times. “Now, are you sure you want this?”

You had never felt more sober in your whole life despite the drinks you’d downed earlier.

“God, yes,”

“Wonderful,”

He caged you into his body once again, lining himself up on your slick folds, and then with a pronounced bite against your collarbone, he was entering you. It wasn’t painful or uncomfortable, you just felt full, like a missing piece of your body had been completed. For the first few thrusts, you were too blissed out to really take note of anything around you, but once you tuned back into the world of the living you realized Helmut was talking. Well, babbling was more like it. He seemed to simply be speaking his stream of consciousness into your ear as he pistoned in and out of you like a madman. There was a jilted rhythm to it, but the abnormality kept you on your toes.

“I won’t be letting you go any time soon, schatzi, and definitely not on some dank freighter like a rat from the gutters. No, you will travel with me. Once I help my friends and slip away from the front lines I can take you anywhere your little heart desires. Paris, Vienna, Australia… Mein Gott, what a sweet cunt,”

Any sane woman, after hearing his sex-drunken musings, would have run. They would have heard the wild ramblings of a madman and left after their little fling was done to never see him again. It was only rational. He didn’t even know your real name. Sane women didn’t run away with strangers claiming to be barons they hooked up with in a seedy club selling stolen Van Goghs in a hub of the criminal underworld.

The only thing was, though, that you weren’t a sane woman.

You were a killer, a child left in the streets to live or die who had scraped themselves together and dragged themselves towards life. So what if the idea of some rich mysterious benefactor with a good dick coming in to save the day sounded fantastic? It was fantastic. Like your own personal version of Pretty Woman. Even if he wasn’t as rich as he claimed to be, being poor and getting dicked down by him was better than being poor and alone.

For just a moment, and with no regrets, you let yourself get lost in the fantasy and just let go.

It was as if Helmut could sense a difference.

“Are you close, little schlampe?” He gasped, letting his thrusts take on a faster staccato rhythm.

You could do little more than moan and nod as he pounded you into the wall. That seemed to be enough for him to get the message, though.

“What a good girl,” he purred. His mouth was so close to your ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh with each heaving breath he took. As he chased his own climax, he brought a hand between your bodies and rubbed tight, wet circles around your clit. It was already sensitive, your body was only barely recovering from your first orgasm, and yet something about the overstimulation was thrilling, like racing towards an impossible dream. With a shout, you came for the second time, melting into Baron Helmut’s arms as he quickly followed.

The two of you stayed there, slumped against the cool wall and still connected by your dripping sexes, for a few moments, breathing heavy. Surprisingly, you were the first to speak.

“Wow,” you breathed, letting a soft laugh escape your lips.

Helmut returned the sentiment. “You were wonderful,” In a strange moment of intimacy, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, but then he pulled out, tying off the full condom and tossing it to the ground as he tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his fly.

“Are you just gonna leave that there?” you made a gesture towards his litter.

“They have janitors,”

A burbling laugh escaped from your lips. “That they do,”

Back in the main room of the party, the crowd had only grown larger as the night progressed. Nobody had seen you, nor had they noticed your cries as they danced and drank and made merry under the neon lights. You were, for all intents and purposes, invisible at Helmut’s side. Within and without. There was something exhilarating about knowing he was the only one that truly saw you in a room packed with hundreds. It was like something out of a twisted fairytale.

“So…” you broached the subject gently while you pulled down your dress to protect your modesty, “Did you mean what you said back there about Paris and Vienna, or…”

“Oh, you heard that?”

You snickered. “It was pretty hard not to with you breathing in my ear,”

“I apologize,” he leaned against the wall beside you, shoulder to shoulder in the darkness, “but yes, I meant what I said. I-”

Suddenly, from down the hall, a booming voice interrupted your moment.

“There you are!”

“Goddamnit, Zemo, I thought we told you to stay low not hire an escort,”

There, at the mouth of the hallway, stood two massive men. They were obviously displeased, and though their faces were obscured by the lights you could tell you weren’t the one they were after.

They called him Zemo… where had you heard that name before?

Helmut stepped away from the wall with a shrug. “At least I didn’t cause a scene by forgetting to put my phone on silent,”

The larger of the two men stayed where he was, while the other walked to meet the Baron in the middle.

“I swear to God, man, you’ve gotten ten times more insufferable since I learned you were rich.

The Baron shrugged. “It comes with the territory,”

“But you don’t have to be such a jackass about it,”

You felt it was a good time to chime in.

“Thank you so much for that, Helmut, but I think I should give you guys some privacy,” you said, straightening out your dress and walking deeper into the hallway. There had to be an exit somewhere…

“Wait!” When you turned, you found Helmut rushing to meet you. The men in the background looked shocked and almost smug. “Save your money. Meet me out at the airstrip tomorrow afternoon if you feel like seeing me again. If not, know that the Power Broker doesn’t let go of assets cheap, and you just slept with a man with a million dollar bounty, so buying your freedom isn’t an option. If you want to go without me, you’ll have to hitch a ride on a cargo ship but not as a stowaway. Working for your keep is the best way to stay under the radar. Nobody can touch you once you’r-”

You cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips. “I’ll see you at your private jet, Baron,”

He smirked. “So you will,” With as much gusto as a man could muster, he returned to his companions but not before offering one last goodbye. “Farewell, schatzi, until tomorrow,”

As you leaned up against the wall once more, you watched them go with a twinkle in your eye.

“Who was that?”

“None of your business, James,”

“Guys, what the hell did I just step on?”

“I believe that was my used rubber,”

“ZEMO!”

-------

a/n: I hope you enjoyed the filth! I haven’t written for Zemo before, even though I’ve loved him for years, but he’s definitely going into my main rotation now. If you have any ideas, send them my way! I’d love to fill the void, because there just aren’t very many Zemo x reader fics out there. If you enjoyed this, maybe reblog or leave a comment! I’d love to hear your thoughts. Thanks again!

Please do not post my works to any other sites, thanks! <3

#oh my god this is filth #Would you believe I wrote my first smut like a week ago? #zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #marvel #falcon and winter solider series #fatws #bucky barnes #sam wilson #smut #marvel fanfiction

[damonalbarn]

Hey I was wondering if you knew the article that Justine spoke about suzi in?!

It was in The Guardian in 2000. Here you go:

Sweet revenge

In the mid 90s, Justine Frischmann and Damon Albarn were the First Couple of Britpop. Then he used a Blur album to rake over their break-up, while she languished in obscurity amid rumours of heroin addiction. Now she's back with a new album, and it's her turn to exorcise her demons.

Caroline Sullivan

Friday March 24, 2000

As Alison Moyet once said, it's hard to write a decent song when you're happy. Rock bands thrive on romantic turmoil in their private lives, without which they would be reduced to padding out lyrics with football scores and the weather.

Thus it was for Blur's Damon Albarn in mid-1998 when he sat down to write what would become the 13 album. His eight-year relationship with Justine Frischmann of the chart-topping Elastica, whom he once described as **"the only person who's ever been completely necessary to me" **had just ended, at her instigation. Pained and humiliated, he decided to exact revenge by exposing their most intimate details to public scrutiny.

The outcome? Embarrassment for Frischmann, a number one album for Blur and a bit of a result for Albarn.

Break-up albums are by definition both embittered and yearning - in the case of Marvin Gaye's vindictive Here, My Dear, they're just plain nasty - but 13 got more up-close and personal than could be considered gentlemanly. Albarn portrayed his former partner as neurotic, even slipping apparent drug references into the single Tender: "Tender is the ghost, the ghost I love the most/Hiding from the sun, waiting for the night to come". Frischmann was the ghost, supposedly, who was on the verge of being consumed by what one music paper euphemistically called "the darkness at the heart of Elastica".

Frischmann's response can be found on a song called The Way I Like It, which appears on Elastica's first album in five years, The Menace (out next month): "Well, I'm living all right and I'm doing okay/Had a lover who was made of sand, and the wind blew him away".

This is unlikely to be her last word on the subject. As she ambivalently begins her first round of interviews since 1996, she's finding that everyone has the same three questions. Why did Elastica nearly sabotage a promising career by taking so long to follow up their million-selling debut? Had Frischmann taken leave of her senses when she walked out on Mr Britpop? And what about the drug rumours?

"One journalist said to me, 'Dahling, I heard you were on heroin - Mahvelous!' " she says with some amusement. "Drugs are around, but I'm not that interested and never have been, although there have been elements of party animal in my band. The rumours are a lot to do with rock'n'roll mythology, where people want to believe you're having a more exciting time than you are."

The only drugs on her person today, as she perches on the edge of an armchair in her publicist's north London living room, are Marlboro Lights. Her other indulgences are two cups of herbal tea and a Cadbury's Flake cupcake, which she nibbles with well-bred pleasure. Her dark eyes are clear, and her long, tanned body is a testament to the virtues of a daily swim in a pool near her Notting Hill home. Only Elastica know whether they really succumbed to heroin and hedonism after their self-titled debut made them more famous than they'd ever expected to be, but if they did, Frischmann, 30, seems little the worse for it.

Given the current predominance of damnable boy bands, the Britpop mid-90s are beginning to seem like a halcyon period for English music. It was a time when the underground went overground, and a self-described "little punk band" like Elastica could sell 80,000 albums in a week.

More than a few loser guitar groups saw Britpop as a licence to print money, but Elastica, led with cool elan by the androgynous Frischmann, were one of its gems. The Blur connection was a marketing godsend (Frischmann and Albarn met on the London indie circuit, she as guitarist in an early line-up of Suede and girlfriend of frontman Brett Anderson, he as a cherubic baggy hopeful), yet the spiky-haired Elastica LP embodied that euphoric time like nothing else.

Frischmann, guitarist Donna Matthews, drummer Justin Welch and bassist Annie Holland were unprepared for the album soaring to number one in its first week. When they signed their record deal, Frischmann, whose great-grandfather was a conductor of the Tsar's orchestra at the Summer Palace in Byelorussia, was five years into an architecture degree at London University. A liberal north London Jewish upbringing - her engineer father built the Oxford Street landmark Centrepoint - had instilled expectations of success, but the reality of being photographed in the supermarket and having her rubbish stolen was a shock. Fiercely independent, she also resented her unsought role as half of Britpop's First Couple.

There was more. Two of Frischmann's musical heroes, The Stranglers and Wire, decided that two Elastica songs were suspiciously similar to two of their own tracks, and won royalties. Meanwhile, there were malicious rumours that Albarn had done much of the work on the record. He hadn't, but he did find Justine's success in America, where she was substantially out-selling Blur, hard to endure.

"It was very hard for him to deal with and he's very confrontational," she says, with the flattering openness of someone who prefers interviews to be more like conversations. She admits she often says too much, but in an era of image control and spin, her honesty makes her a one-off. Not that she's likely to land herself in it too badly - she possesses the intellectual ammunition to look after herself, which must have been instrumental in attracting two of rock's more articulate stars, Albarn and Anderson.

She's been accused of being a professional rock girlfriend, though it was probably they who were lucky to get her. She spent the cab ride over reading the Sylvia Plath letters in Monday's Guardian, and muses on the irony of the poet's subjugating herself to Ted Hughes when she was the more gifted. (Her new boyfriend, by the way, is an unknown photographer, "though that'll probably change, because men seem to get famous when I go out with them".)

"I reacted the way a lot of women do, by being passive," she continues. "He put a lot of pressure on me to give up Elastica. He said, 'You don't want to be in a band, you want to settle down and have kids.' " In so many words? "In so many words. He kept putting on pressure till I started to believe him." She adds bemusedly: "I've met his new girlfriend, and one of the first things she said was that he wanted her to give up travelling with her work to stay home with the baby [Missy, born last autumn]. I'm surprised he's got away with being thought of as a nice person for so long."

After 18 months, during which they did seven American and three Japanese tours, Elastica came off the road to record company demands for an immediate second album. Annie Holland's response was to quit the group, while Donna Matthews became renowned for hard partying on the nocturnal west London scene. They lethargically recorded some demos, but their heart wasn't in it. By 1997, when a second album should have been ready to go, Frischmann and Matthews were barely speaking, and there was nothing useable down on tape.

Holland's replacement, Sheila Chipperfield (of the circus Chipperfields), was deemed not good enough and left by mutual consent. By 1998, their continued lack of productivity was being likened to the Stone Roses' lengthy and ultimately self-destructive holiday between their first and second LPs.

"I didn't think Elastica were going to continue at that point, and we did kinda split up," she says, absently stroking her publicist's cat. Frischmann is a cat person; she's owned a tabby called Benjamin since she was 10. "Unconditional love," she coos. The pet's place in her life is so assured that prospective boyfriends are subjected to his feline scrutiny before she'll go out with them.

On top of everything else, in early 1998 her relationship with Albarn was in trouble. Frischmann retains enough of the indie ethic to detest the phenomenon of celebrity couples, and was dismayed when they became one. "I really hated the tabloid interest, and I went out of my way not to be photographed with him. Only about three pictures of us together exist, I think. In many ways, I think the media interest broke us up, because it made me feel the relationship was quite ugly, and I had to get away from it. There were other factors, too, obviously, because we were together for eight years, and I finally felt it was better the devil you didn't know, really."

Albarn's ego seems to have been severely undermined by having a girlfriend who was nearly as successful as he was, and something of a sex symbol to boot. Despite adopting a resolutely boyish T-shirt-and-jeans uniform, she's thoroughly feminine, a mix that got her voted fifth most fanciable woman in a lesbian magazine.

"I'm completely heterosexual, so I didn't know how to take that. It scares the shit out of me, the idea of being with a girl. I'm glad I've narrowed it down to half the people in the world."

She seems to view Albarn with indulgent exasperation these days, simultaneously praising his intelligence ("The Gallaghers just couldn't compete") and ticking off his flaws. "Damon adores being in the press, and sees all press as good press. He orchestrated that rivalry thing with Oasis. He really wanted kids, and I didn't feel our relationship was stable enough. He was a naughty boy, and he wasn't the right person to have kids with. I had this cathartic moment..."

At which point they split up. Albarn wrote 13 and then met Suzi Winstanley, an artist. "She was pregnant within three months," Justine observes wickedly.

Of the acclaimed 13, she's tactful, describing several songs as "really lovely". She studies her cigarette for a while before adding, "but I'm cynical about selling a record on the back of our relationship". But you're doing the same now. "It's true, but at the time I had no right of reply."

Elastica finally pulled themselves together last year, just as the music industry was about to write them off (their American label had already "very kindly let us go", as she puts it). Holland rejoined, Matthews went to Wales to sort out her life and the band banged out an EP and played the Reading Festival. Things came together quickly after that. They spent the last £10,000 of the recording budget on re-recording a dozen tracks, finishing the album, after years of procrastinating, in six weeks. They've called it The Menace "because that's what it was like to make".

It's dark and resolutely uncommercial - all wrong for 2000's pop-oriented climate. It's unlikely to match the success of the first one, which is fine with them. Call it (though Justine doesn't) their White Album. Its 70s punk aesthetic brings to mind angry girls such as the Slits and the Au Pairs, although the defining mood isn't anger so much as catharsis. None of the songs is specifically about Albarn, she claims. "The dark feeling is due to the sense of isolation, tasting success and getting frightened by it. I was questioning whether I wanted to be in a band any more, and there was no one I could ask for advice. Getting success and everything you ever dreamed about is hard to handle, and makes you question everything."

She's better prepared for success, if it comes again, this time. Already the privacy-preserving barriers are in place. The next interview of the day is with Time Out magazine, which wants a list of her favourite restaurants. "I'm not telling them where I eat," she says reflexively. "I'm gonna lie."

#questions #damon albarn #justine frischmann #blur #elastica

[diegos-butt]

Driving me crazy pt. 7

Captain Nathan Syverson x Hazel Murphy (tall!plus size ofc)

Summary: after their kiss, it was hard to not want more.

Warnings: the usual i guess, getting interrupted

Wordcount: 1.2k

A/N: and we're back my babes! hope you have a nice week and i hope you're gonna enjoy this chapter ❤️

< chapter six // masterlist

•••

The day after the kiss was a little weird. Well, Harper made it weird for starters. Ma Syverson had told her what happened, and she had practically screamed the entire inn awake. So, whenever Nathan came by the next day to just say hi or ask a question, she felt obligated to make jokes the entire time. By the end of the day, Hazel was more than tired of hearing Harper’s jokes. But she wouldn’t stop.

“I can give you and Sy a room key so you two can get to it,” Harper said and wiggled her eyebrows.

“Are you seriously making jokes about me having sex with your brother? Your brother having sex doesn’t gross you out?” Hazel laughed.

“Yeah, I don’t care. I mostly care about you, and you definitely need some. You have been drooling over him ever since you laid eyes on him. Look, I don’t see it, he’ll always be the ugly to me, but you look at him like he’s the juiciest piece of pie on the planet.” Harper grinned, and left her spot at the front desk reception and made her way to the back office, where Hazel was.

“I will neither confirm or deny that, but he is not unpleasant for the eyes, so you can’t blame me for staring,” Hazel shook her head and turned her computer off. “Okay, I’m going to check if the dining room is cleaned and empty and then I’ll go home because I don’t feel like continuing this conversation.” She stuck her tongue out to Harper, who fake gasped.

“Just look for Sy and ask him to kiss or fuck some sense into you. You want him, and we all know it. He wants you too, but that is more than obvious. He cannot keep his eyes off your ass, and I can’t blame him,” Harper said, and gave Hazel a light tap on her ass.

“Yeah, I’m definitely out of here now. Bye!” Hazel yelled, and walked away. Looking over her shoulder once more, she saw Harper grinning at her. They both knew Harper was right.

The dining room was cleaned and empty. The room was big, with high ceilings and a massive chandelier. To Hazel, it was the prettiest room at the inn. Red carpet, dark oak bookshelves, multiple tables scattered around the room and a fireplace with big, leather couches in front of it. Plus, the space was so big, there was plenty of room between the tables so people could have private conversations or dance for a bit.

That was also the reason soft music was always being played in the room. Hazel closed her eyes and spun around the room. Before she came to the dining room, she changed from her work outfit back to her normal outfit; a black sweater dress, black thighs, and a pair of black biker boots. The sleeves being a tad too long, the dress tight around her body, accentuating her curves.

From the door Nathan watched her swaying to the music. He had just finished his work at the to-be-renovated-room. He was still a bit surprised by her move to kiss him yesterday, but he didn’t complain. If anything, he was grateful she did. It meant she trusted him, that she wouldn’t shy away from her feelings.

He leant against the doorpost, arms crossed and a soft smile on his lips. With every turn she made, her ass jiggled, and it drove him insane. He was about to walk up to her when she opened her eyes and squealed when she saw him.

“The fuck Sy! For how long have you been standing there?!”

He chuckled and pushed himself of the doorpost. “Long enough to ask you for this dance sunshine.”

“You dance?” she wondered, cocking an eyebrow. Nathan reached her, and took her hand in his. He admired the fact her hands were almost as big as his, just softer and daintier. Nails long enough to leave some deep scratch marks on his back.

“I have many talents you don’t know about yet,” he answered and gave her a failed wink. Hazel laughed, and placed her other hand on his cheek.

“Yeah, I’ll dance with you,” she said softly. He wasted no time, and pulled her flush with his other hand that wrapped around her waist. The soft music that played being perfect for a slow dance.

He intertwined their fingers, and her other hand rested at the back of his neck. Softly scratching her nails through the short hairs. They spun around the room together, foreheads resting against each other. The world around them disappearing.

Once the song was almost at its end, Nathan moved his hand to her cheek. Brushing with is thumb over her bottom lip. He nudged his nose against hers, and he saw her eyes close and mouth open. He kissed her, and it felt just like the first time. It was impossible to be closer to and another, yet they both tried.

Hazel’s hands around his neck, Nathan’s hands found their way to her softest, and his favourite, part; her bum. Rather quickly she felt something hard, it was impossible to ignore.

Gasping for air, she pulled away. Nathan attacking her neck, sucking, and nibbling. She had to remember to wear a scarf tomorrow, but that was a problem for later.

Her hands moved to his chest, and slid underneath his arms to his back. Her hands wandering up and down his back, as he continued marking her as his.

“Baby, you’re driving me crazy. You know that right?” His voice raspy and deep, and a shiver shot down her spine.

“Fuck, Sy-,” Hazel muttered, but was rudely interrupted when the door flung open.

A shocked member of the cleaning staff rushed in, and grabbed her forgotten bag from a table. “Sorry,” she stuttered out, and left as quickly as she came in.

“Goddamn,” Nathan said while both of them caught their breath.

“I should go, yeah maybe I should go home,” Hazel said, and tried to step away.

“You wanna go?” he asked. Her eyes were open wide, and he could see her brain working to get an answer out. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, and one to the other before he looked at her again.

“No.” Her answer came out as a whisper, but it was more than enough. She firmly pressed her lips to his, until an idea sprung up in her head. She stepped away, grabbing his hand, and pulled him with her.

The reception, thank god, abandoned. Harper usually took a break at this time to eat her own dinner. Hazel stepped behind the desk, quickly checking the computer and grabbed a room key.

Nathan heard footsteps approaching, so he pulled the key out of her hands and grabbed her hand this time while they rushed up the stairs. A chuckle escaped her lips as they reached the second floor. He couldn’t help it, and laughed with her. For a minute they stood there, laughing.

Once they cooled down, he extended his hand, and she took it. He squeezed her hand while walking to the room. Once they reached it, he held the key up, and looked at her. Wanting to make sure she was alright. “This doesn’t mean we have to-”

“I know,” she smiled, and grabbed the key out of his hands to open the door.

•••

#captain syverson #Captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson x plus size ofc #Captain syverson x tall ofc #captain syverson x tall!plus size ofc #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill x ofc #henry cavill x plus size ofc #Henry Cavill x tall of

[dc418writes]

•|Motive|•

*RE-UPLOAD!*

✨Pairing✨: Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: You’re the shiny new toy in the office that every man seems to want. However with every no, some start to wonder if there’s another reason besides you wanting to keep business and personal life private. A tall, muscular, brunette reason that is.

⚠️: I did envision this with a bit of an age gap (10 years give or take..? Ari is in his thirties, reader in her twenties) so if that makes you uncomfortable I’m sorry, pretty much all fluff besides that though, teensy bit of implied fun times in dreamland, very very brief language (only one word)

A/N🎙: This imagine is based off the song “Motive” by Ariana Grande ft. Doja Cat, and I hope you guys like it☺️! Also I’ve been binge watching Friends *cough cough Monica and Richard iykyk cough cough* which is what inspired me to include the age gap

A quick “good morning” is uttered to everyone he passes walking across the bustling floor journeying to his office. As usual, his coat is carelessly tossed on the couch before his thick work boots carry him to the break room where his black, porcelain mug waits along with the black liquid posing as coffee. It might not have tasted the best, but at least it did what it was supposed to.

“I’m telling you man, she definitely was watching me when I walked away,” Tom proudly announced walking in with another male employee. Chest noticeably swelling along with his ego as he leaned against the fridge. “Morning Levinson.”

“Morning,” he replies emptying the old grounds and filter before replacing it.

He didn’t know which he hoped for most, that their little conversation didn’t last long or the coffee to be made faster.

“Probably to make sure you were actually leaving so she could have some peace and quiet,” the other retorts with a chuckle.

“Give it time, soon I’ll break through that shy exterior.”

Ari didn’t need a name to know who they were referring to. The new office assistant had just started maybe a month ago, and it seemed all the single, and those who were more so repressed than single, had their eye on her. Some just glanced for longer than appropriate as she walked by inquiring if anyone needed anything copied, retrieved from the printer, or whatever else. While others, including Tom and his friend, had been bold enough to act on their attraction.

Keeping his office door open, Ari could pretty much hear everything going on throughout the floor. He’d silently laugh at how the men used their best lines trying to swoon her, and she’d just sweetly smile before explaining how she really had to go not wanting mister or missus whoever to be left waiting.

They were persistent, he’d give them that, but from all the dismisses it was clear she wasn’t interested. He’d think from so many rejections they’d take a hint, but it only spurred some to try harder and rumors spread as to why you wouldn’t give anyone a chance.

“She’s probably one of those quiet, celibate chicks that are basically nuns.”

“Maybe she’s already taken?”

“No, Wanda at the front desk said she’s single. Probably thinks she’s too good for the likes of us.”

“Or she’s looking for the same thing we are, if you know what I mean.”

“If you say so,” the friend sighs taking a drink from his own mug.

“You don’t think I can?”

There’s a pause between the two as the coffee maker spurts the last few drops into the pot. Ari’s quick to pour what he wants in his cup, but isn’t too busy not to feel eyes on him during the process.

“I’m starting to think maybe she only wants a specific person to break through that,” the friend responds with a smirk, “Ari, you and Y/N seem friendly. With her doing so much for you that is.”

“You know now that you mention it, she does come and go from your office quite a bit. Anything you want to share?”

If only those two put in as much effort with their work as they did when it came to getting a woman, maybe they’d be much further along with intel for this upcoming mission.

“I suggest you might want to spend more time focused on your work versus what happens in my office,” Ari states walking between both men who only watch as he retreats to his leather desk chair.

It was true you helped a lot in terms of printing documents he needed, then running them to his boss as a sort of middle man receiving and giving messages, but that was it. Ari wasn’t part of the unspoken competition of who could win over the assistant. Not that he didn’t find you attractive though. He’d have to be blind to miss the beauty of your soft skin and it’s warm glow shining as bright as your smile. Your pretty brown eyes behind your thin, black frames that helped you see the words on the papers in front of you.

And your soft voice that always put a small smile on his face.

While he did find you attractive, he wasn’t gonna bombard you like the rest. He knew how to leave you alone.

“Good morning Ari.”

Speaking of.

“Good morning Y/N,” he smiled. “What brings you in this early?” Typically, you arrived a little after Ari also needing to clock in at eight. For you to be holding three packets of what seemed to be 40 pages for him, you must’ve been here much earlier.

“Levin had a meeting with Tomlin, so he wanted me there as a scribe. In addition to usual assistant duties that is,” you explain setting the packets down on the desk in front of him.

“Uh oh, should I get a box for my things?,” he asks setting his mug down. Your soft giggle causing him to smile upwards peering at you through his lashes. It always did make him feel accomplished in a sense. Like making someone smile after they’ve cried.

“No, I think you’re safe. From what I heard, they seem to like your plans, but Levin will probably call and talk to you about it.”

“Alright, sounds like a good sign…hopefully,” he sighs skimming through one of the packets in front of him.

“Well, I wish you good luck and equally good news,” you softly smile turning on your heels towards the open door. “Do you need anything before I go?”

“Um no I’m okay for now, thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll stop by later to see how you’re doing.” As always, you were true to your word returning a couple hours later and sporadically throughout the day when you’d get the chance.

Of course, the vultures were also out watching and looming as if you were the first meal they’d seen in days. Some actually needed your help, asking you to make copies or take something to one of the many folders in the back office. Ari simply shook his head as they would very indiscreetly watch you walk away in your forest green bell bottoms and white button down that hugged your body in all the right places.

His stomach even churned as two high-fived after one purposely knocked over his cup of pens as you walked by knowing you’d be nice enough to help, and thus giving a front row view of you bent over.

He’d have to remember to personally speak with that guy later. Or maybe even his wife? Ari knew she’d just love to hear how hard at work her loving husband was every day.

The others that called on you simply just wanted to sweet talk you. Complimenting how good you smelled or how such a good job you were doing around the office. This was one of Tom’s favorites. His other being to offer you a lunch date, just as he was doing now.

“Cmon, you can’t let me treat you to lunch even once?,” he asks sitting on the corner of your cherrywood desk. His head tilted and lips curled into a charming smile.

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to waste your money on me.”

“Nonsense! It definitely wouldn’t be a waste doing something nice for a fellow employee.”

“Well thank you,” you softly smile. “But I mostly bring my lunch from home though, so maybe some other time?”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he winks before joining his other colleagues by the elevator.

“Looks like someone has a crush,” Vivian, one of the office secretaries sings in a hushed tone moving around your desk to sit next to you. “Or should I say someone else.”

Rolling your eyes with a light sigh, you pick around your fruit occasionally stabbing a grape or apple chunk with your fork. “They’re just men being men. Probably just trying to see who can get the new girl first and tell if she’s easy.”

“Or they just want to get to know the very pretty new girl.”

“Meh, guys typically want one thing.”

“As told by every parent in the history of life on Earth,” she grins taking a bite of her sandwich.

“It’s true though! Whether it’s sex, the ego boost, or even an extra bank account, they want something.”

“Sounds like trust issues to me.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that. Your friends said the same after every first date you branded as a fail, or after you dismissed pretty much every guy they tried to set you up with. It was even a running joke that you could create the perfect man and still find an issue with him.

“Call it what you want, I just know men,” you shrug your shoulders throwing away your empty container before latching your flower lunchbox closed.

“Ha! Okay then, tell me about…” Vivian holds out the word as she scans the various name tags on the different desks before finally settling on one with a smirk. “Ari.”

He was focused as he stood over his desk tracing along a map before his eyes moved to the page on the other side. You hardly ever saw him eat lunch, opting to continue working instead of stepping outside for fresh air at least.

“What about him?”

“What’s his deal? Since you know men, what’s his MO?”

That’s something you often wondered yourself during your down times observing him move about his office or the floor minding his own business and barely speaking to anyone unless he needed to. He was a “work first, everything else comes second” type of person and while his work ethic was admirable, the lifestyle had to also be exhausting.

Often weaving through the different cliques of the office, you’d heard whispers of how he was so stand-offish because he thought he was better than anyone else. The best the government had whether in the office or on the field. This always came from the mouths of the same few men, which you just attributed to jealously, while the women felt he was drowning himself in his work to avoid the pain of his divorce.

You also had yet to hear a woman who didn’t offer to help personally ease said pain for him.

“He’s…one of the exceptions,” you answer.

“Meaning?”

“He’s a divorcé and a father. He doesn’t have time for games or some self-rewarding chase. I get the feeling Ari’s one of the few you don’t have to worry about.”

Arms crossed over her chest, Vivian takes the burly man in gently scratching his beard as he speaks on the phone. Feet pacing the width of his desk and coiled cord dangling beside him. Ari was one of the few men that stayed to himself, barely coming to any office parties either due to a mission or just simply preferring to be home. And of all the eligible women who dared make some sort of a move at the revelation of his newfound singleness, he politely declined every one.

Maybe his motives were pure?

———

Footsteps echoing off the walls of the garage, Ari slings the round case holding the marked maps over his shoulder all the while shifting his worn backpack to retrieve his keys. The mutterings of the drunk that could typically be found on the nearby corner, or in the bar across the street, seemingly trying to have a slurred conversation with someone doesn’t falter the steps to his waiting truck. Inserting the key into its hole as he reaches the handle.

The soft voice accompanying said slurs though, has him pausing to hear more as he slowly follows until the sounds can grow no more.

“Jus come wifme honey. You’ll be fine,” he slightly stumbles against the wall with a grin. “Getya car fixed after!”

“No, that’s okay. My friend is uh coming to help.”

“Now I can’t jus leave ya here. Tooo pretty to be out’ere alone.”

“I got it from here,” Ari speaks bringing relief to your stressed eyes.

“Arii my man!,” the stranger greets with arms wide and surprisingly making his way to Ari without damaging himself or anything in the process. “No worries, imma gentle soul.” The pungent whiskey wafting from his pores seemingly unaffected him as the stout man could care less about personal space. You, on the other hand, didn’t know how much longer you could hold your breath, and you were a good distance away.

“Ike go home and sleep it off before the cops come again.” The stern, authoritative tone is somewhat effective at sobering Ike watching him stand a bit straighter and half heartedly brushing his clothes free of any dust or dirt.

It doesn’t last long though, as he trips over his other foot stumbling down the sidewalk onto another pedestrian just trying to make it home.

“Friend of yours?,” you ask going back to your visible engine connected to other parts you honestly had no idea did what.

“Not exactly,” he lowly chuckles placing his things against the cement wall behind him before joining you at your side with large hands on his hips. “Know what’s wrong with it?”

“Nope. Don’t even know what I’m looking at besides an engine really. I tried to cut it on when I came out here and then nothing.”

“Mind if I take a look? Well until your friend gets here?”

“Sure,” you state stepping back as his arm gently brushed yours moving towards the center for a better view. “And my friend coming was a lie to get that guy to leave.”

Arms wrapped around yourself to create some sort of warmth from the night chill, you watch as he leans forward as if searching for something. Hand disappearing in gaps and moving wires aside every now and then.

It’s hard to ignore the way the muscles in his back bulge with every movement of his arms, and the slight peek of skin from his denim shirt lifting as he leaned over staring down at the machine in front of him. Not to mention the way his jeans hugged his thick thighs and bottom just right making your mind begin to inappropriately wonder if-

“I don’t see anything out of place or messed up, which makes me think it might be the battery,” he speaks, turning to you standing to his full height. “I can try to jump you?”

“Um yea we can try.”

He was quick to pull his truck into the spot next to you, removing the jumper cables to attach to the correct ports. On his cue, he instructed you to try and start the car which seemed hopeful at first, but only continued to sputter. You tried again and again after the battery charged for at least 30 minutes each time, but still nothing.

“Sorry Y/N,” he sighs closing the hood of his truck and putting his cables back where they belong. “I tried but I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“No don’t apologize! You did what you could and I appreciate it.” Wiping the oil from his hands onto his jeans, you quickly move to hand him his things. Maybe trying to grab too many at once from how you nearly tripped yourself. His appreciative smile as he takes over, as if saying “no, I got it” has a tingling feeling spreading throughout your stomach and the spot on your hands his fingers happened to touch getting his bags.

What is this, and why is it happening?

“Where do you stay?”

“Oh, you don’t have to go out of your way so I can get home. I can always-,”

“Y/N, I’m not gonna leave you out here by yourself. Especially not with Ike and who knows stumbling around.”

“…Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t. Unless you don’t feel comfortable then-,”

“No it’s fine I just…I don’t want you to feel like you have to you know?,” you shyly admit, hands deep in your coat pockets for warmth.

“I’m a grown man capable of making my own decisions. Including not letting you freeze to death,” he replies.

“I wouldn’t freeze to death. It’s not that cold.”

“Could’ve fooled me how loud your teeth are chattering,” he smirks making you playfully roll your eyes.

“Whatever,” you softly laugh following behind to his older truck. Opening the passenger door, he reminded you of a rugged prince with strands of his dark hair perfectly framing his face on one side while the other stayed behind his ear.

Or maybe the charismatic knight was a better description from his sweet, yet blunt, act now think later personality. Either way the tingling returned as you secured your seatbelt and he slid in next to you.

“Thanks for doing this Ari.”

“No problem.” Flashing his signature, tilted smile as the vehicle rumbled to life, you couldn’t judge those women in the office who shamelessly threw themselves at him when they found their moment to pounce.

Whether he consciously did it or not, he was too charming for his own good.

The ride home was quick from the easy conversation between the two of you discussing how your respective days went. There was even brief mentions of your personal lives that might’ve continued if not for your familiar street and building coming into view. Immediately after parking, Ari was sauntering over to your side and opening your door just as you made contact with the handle.

And your mind just couldn’t comprehend how this man’s reputation preceded him in the best way despite how some made him out to be.

“You don’t have to make sure I get in okay. Pretty sure I’ll be fine,” you tease as you insert the key into the doorknob making him chuckle behind you.

“You should always make sure whoever you’re with gets inside okay. Or is safety out of style now?”

“Well thank you,” you smile, crossing the threshold before turning to meet his sea-like orbs. “And thanks again for the ride.”

“You’re welcome, and let me know if you can’t find someone to fix your car. I got a friend that can help.”

“Will do. Get home safe Ari.” Your lips quickly pecking his cheek surprise him, making him softly smile at how cute you could be. Nodding his head with a small wave, his long legs stride back to his truck, and when he’s in the driver seat and the front door of your building is closed with your back towards him heading up the stairs, his fingertips gently touch the exact spot the ghost of your lips still lingered. Chest warm from his good deed.

Who knew such an innocent kiss could cause so much trouble?

———

“Morning Ari, need me to do anything for you?”

“M’good,” he replies not even looking up from the papers in front of him. You’d think he was just focused on his work if this hadn’t been the third day he barely had anything to say to you.

The next day after dropping you off, you noticed he was shorter with you. Always declining help and would even keep the door closed most of the day. You swore you also saw him turn and walk the opposite way when you were bound to pass each other in the hall. He was actively avoiding you and you didn’t know why.

Until you remembered the kiss.

It was an innocent gesture though, and Ari didn’t seem taken aback or offended before he left. Then again what if he just didn’t show it?

“Fuccc-I messed up.” You mentally groan with head in your hands sitting at your desk. You saw Ari as a friend and you never wanted to do anything to make him feel uncomfortable. Or anyone for that matter. Now you were just hoping too much damage hadn’t been done that you couldn’t fix it.

———

Well past the end of the workday, Ari still sat at his desk overlooking new plans suggested by Levin; making edits here and there on what he felt was best. More so trying to at least, from being unable to concentrate throughout the day. His comments were supposed to be turned in already, but his dream nights prior just couldn’t seem to escape his mind.

He didn’t know what was so different about this day than the others, where it would only interrupt him a couple times before he could regain focus, but he knew it couldn’t continue.

Not for the sake of his sanity.

A light knock on his door has his head slowly raising and eyebrows furrowed in confusion wondering who could still be here this late after hours. Even the janitors were long gone so it couldn’t be them.

“A-Ari it’s me. Can I come in? Please?”

“Yea come in Y/N,” he answers not even needing to think twice. “Everything okay?”

“Yea, well I hope so,” you nervously laugh closing the door behind you.

“…What do you mean?”

Sitting down in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, it’s the most nervous you’ve felt under his gaze. You couldn’t harbor the breath hidden in your chest anymore for fear of the pressure combusting your lungs as your thumbs slowly twirled around each other.

“Did I make you feel uncomfortable when I kissed your cheek? Because if so I’m truly sorry and didn’t mean-,”

“Y/N, Y/N,” he interrupts your rambling with a low chuckle. “I wasn’t uncomfortable.”

“Then why have you been acting different around me?” His hand passes through his hair as he stands from his seat favoring the corner of his desk, right in front of you instead.

“For a far more embarrassing reason,” he sighs looking down at his hand as it opened and closed. “The same night I dropped you off, I uh…I had a dream and…you were in it.”

“Oh…that’s all? You don’t have to feel weird about that, it happens! We pretty much see each other every day having to work together, so it’s nothing,” you dismiss with the slight wave of your hand.

“But you see this dream…co-workers don’t have about each other. At least they shouldn’t.” Finally meeting your eyes with his baby blue gaze, your mouth forms a small ‘o’ as realization hits you harder than a bug hitting the windshield of a speeding car.

Oh, that type of dream.

“I’m trying to forget it, but it keeps reappearing randomly and seeing you just honestly made me feel more awkward about it.”

“Because the only way I could go back to sleep was to reimagine those lewd acts over and over until desperate release exhausted my body,” he thought to himself.

“Which made you avoid me,” you add making him nod along in agreement.

“It was silly and stupid and I’m so sorry about all of this Y/N.”

“It’s okay. And don’t feel bad about the dream, I’ve uh…had a couple too…a-about you,” you shyly admit. This is much closer than you expected to get with anyone you worked with.

Tilting his head, his eyes playfully narrow which succeeds in calming your anxiety. “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not, honest. I-It first happened after my first week here.” God this was embarrassing. “Of course I thought it was weird too, but then it happened again and I felt guilty….shameful I guess too.”

That the first dream left me so needy, I couldn’t wait until it happened again to try and see how it ended.

“So see? No harm done!,” you smile clasping your hands together. “Just random dreams that don’t mean anything.” There’s a small beat of silence as Ari just peers at you before lowly chuckling with a shake of his head.

“Yea I guess you’re right.”

“Is everything okay between us?” Although you might’ve had a moment sharing secrets, you still wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any lingering awkwardness. Especially one that could be seen by everyone else in the office.

“Everything’s okay.”

He couldn’t help but wonder if it really was though. Could both of you continue on with your day to day lives as if your confessions were never spoken?

Deciding he’d rather try to finish his edits at home, he’s at your side as you both walk through the garage for your respective vehicles. The clicking of your heels and thuds from his work boots competing with your voices.

“Thanks for walking with me,” you smile reaching your car.

“You never have to thank me for that. Especially when it’s this late, or if you don’t feel safe.”

“Well still, I appreciate it. Have a good night.”

“You too. See you Monday.”

You were a bit hesitant before leaning towards his partially bearded cheek. What you didn’t expect though, was Ari to try to do the same to you ultimately causing your lips to catch the corner of his mouth. A startled gasp from you is the only noise between you both as your hand covers your mouth.

What was it with you and embarrassing yourself in front of this man?

“I’m so sorry Ari! I-I didn’t know you were-,”

“It’s okay,” he laughs. Fingertips touching the corner of his mouth as he peers down at you. “And I’m not.”

“Not what?” He steps closer, releasing a breath that faintly smelled of mint and leftover cigarette smoke. Something you never thought would be on your list of hypnotic scents, but was easily climbing it’s way up to be your favorite.

It’s now that you fully see the size difference between you two. His chest being at your eye level and broad shoulders nearly shielding you from the bulb overhead. How his thick arms could easily cage you in if he wanted.

It made your head spin more so than the intense gaze he was currently giving you.

“I’m not sorry we nearly kissed…when that’s all I want right now,” he husked making every inch of your skin heat. “I know that’s probably terrible to say, but it’s true.”

You should probably be embarrassed the short amount of time it took for you to close the remaining gap, attaching your hands on either side of his neck and feeling his thumping pulse under your thumb as your lips seemingly melted against his.

It felt wrong, but so right feeling his hands framing your waist before finding your hips to pull you impossibly closer. His mustache and beard tickling your face along with his skillful mouth only heightening the experience.

“They do say honesty is the best policy,” you whisper when both of your needs for air overshadowed that for each other.

Neither of you were quite sure what you’d gotten into as you hazily drove to your respective places after a couple more intimate moments, but you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t excited to see where it would go.

Taglist: @fumbling-fanfics @honeychicana @lady-olive-oil @themyscxiras @melinda-january @lovelymari4 @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @bekinds @ladydmalfoy @maxcullen @curlyhairclub @plokyu23 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jojolu @jnk-812 @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @damnitaa @literaturefeen @bamondomesticity @scoop93535

If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only want to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found in masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know. Also if you prefer turning on my page notifications, I’m perfectly fine with that🤓!

#ari levinson #chris evans

[oro-e-diamanti]

The one where it takes Thomas a year

Description | There's something between you and Thomas, but as time goes on, it becomes more and more difficult to figure out if you're on the same page.

Content | Angst, fluff, little bit of smut (but no detailed descriptions)

Pairing | Thomas x gn!Reader

Word Count | 5972

Tag list | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans @manesimp @ohtorchio @daddydamiano @bidet-and-legolas @maybanksslut

***

January

The bar is dark and dirty, shoes sticking to the floor wherever you walk, unidentifiable music playing lowly in the background. You don't mind. You're sitting around a table with people you barely know and there's a skinny white boy animatedly talking about something or other and you decide that as long as you can keep looking at him, you'll stay here forever. He has got that kind of beauty about him that belongs in Gucci campaigns and on music magazine covers. He doesn't know that you barely understand a word of what he is saying. Not only is his speech far beyond your comprehension skills in Italian, but he is also apparently speaking in a Romanesco dialect. You don't mind.

His hands are moving around so much they almost shove the bottles and glasses off the table and your drunken mind doesn't let you focus on anything but his long, slim fingers. His nails are painted black and you never found nail polish on men all that appealing but somehow, everything about him is. One of his hands wraps around a bottle of beer, one of his rings causing a clacking sound that no one but you hears and you cannot help fall into fantasies of that same hand touching you.

A couple of people are getting up now. You are not sure what the plan is, but you're assuming they're heading to the bar for another round of drinks. You don't immediately realise that he is talking to you now, which seems ridiculous with how closely you have been watching him all night, but when you do, you awkwardly admit that you don't actually understand a word of what he is saying. He laughs a wonderfully melodic laugh and repeats himself in English. You decide you love his laugh.

He is talking about music, playing live, some records you have never heard of and you cannot keep up. You don't know nearly enough about the technical sides of the subject that he keeps raving about and you've had too many drinks to pretend. He doesn't mind.

Neither of you notices the others coming back, already in deep discussion. You don't know if anything you say makes any sense at all, but he is nodding along and looking at you with wide, open eyes and hanging onto every word so you keep talking. He is drunk, laughing at things that aren't all that funny, but so are you, so you laugh along.

The bartender ringing the bell for last call is the only thing that is able to pull you out of your conversation. Both of you slowly shuffle to leave the bar, losing your friends along the way. The cold outside air hits you like a ton of bricks, yet you don't feel any more sober. For a moment, as you both look at each other with expressions not quite identifiable, you consider taking him home. Dragging him into your bedroom just to see what he is hiding under those clothes. To see what his fingers feel like on your skin.

But then one of your friends pulls you into a taxi they have called, someone shuts the door and the driver starts the car before you have a chance to protest. You can see him standing on the sidewalk still, lighting a cigarette and watching as the car takes you away.

February

It takes you a moment to remember where you have seen him before when you bump into his body backstage. He surprises you by pulling you into a quick hug but you don't want to be weird so you hug him back. He asks you what you are doing here and you reply that you could be asking him the same thing. He laughs shamelessly and you wonder what is so funny until he reveals that you are actually backstage at his gig. You feel foolish but he tells you it's refreshing to talk to someone who is not impressed with who he is. You don't tell him that you are, in fact, very impressed, just not because he is in a band.

Without any further questions, he throws his arm around your shoulders and leads you to his dressing room, where various other people are gathering. You give a quick nod to a friend of yours who is playing in the support band and the only reason why you're backstage at all but all he does is wriggle his eyebrows at you and... You realise you still don't know the blond boy's name.

Thomas, he tells you. Thomas Raggi. It fits him perfectly and you cannot explain why. You tell him yours in return and he repeats it, rolling the letters off his tongue and you think your name has never sounded this lovely.

When the support band goes on stage you watch from the side, cheering on your friend and singing along and Thomas never lets go of you. It's painfully obvious that he has never listened to them before but his dance moves make up for it, twirling you around and making you repeat his steps and you never stop laughing once.

An hour later, it is Thomas' turn to take the stage and it is the first time you connect the dots as to who is in the band with him. The drummer looks ethereal, dark hair flying around as he gives it his all, the bassist is a gorgeous little blonde that screams confidence, the singer might be one of the most charismatic beings you have ever seen, but no one draws you in quite like the guitarist does.

You love watching live music but Thomas is something else. He gets into it like no one else. His heart is in it in a way that makes you wish for him to love you with a matching passion. You almost forget to dance along, too distracted and too deep into your own thoughts. You barely notice the support band gathering next to you to watch, or your friend squeezing your side, thanking you for coming.

As the gig ends, the singer presses an open-mouthed kiss to Thomas' lips and you wonder what it feels like. You think you would quite like to find out tonight.

You don't get the chance, though, at least not really. The band has to load in, pack their things, chat to a few people and then they're being told to get a move on, get in the van so they can travel to the next city on their tour, get to the hotel, and sleep.

Thomas pulls you aside, shouting to the rest of his band that he's going to smoke one more cigarette, and then he'll be ready to leave. He offers you one as well but you refuse. He looks hot when he's smoking and you hate it. Neither of you speaks for a minute.

Then he asks to see you again. His hand is on your waist. You tell him yes, what else are you supposed to say. When he is looking at you with his doe eyes. When you still cannot stop thinking about his mouth. He tells you he'll be home all day next month and then lets go of you to type your number in his phone. You cannot tell if he will actually call.

His band shouts for him to hurry up, so he throws the cigarette to the ground and stomps it out with the heel of his boot. He hesitates for a second, then presses a soft kiss to your forehead that feels much tamer than what you had been hoping for.

This time you're the one standing on the sidewalk watching him drive away.

March

He does call. In fact, he calls repeatedly, asking you out, asking you to tag along somewhere, asking you to visit him. You are busy with your job and your family and your friends and you are dying to see him but it's hard to make free time. So you talk on the phone. You're scared you're getting in too deep, scared that you're starting to build up a version of him that only exists in your head, scared that you will be disappointed when reality cannot live up to the fantasies you have lying awake in bed at night.

It's mid-March by the time you pack a weekender and turn up at his place. Not unannounced, of course, but somehow it still feels unexpected to see him. It is the first time the two of you are alone, during the day, in a private place. You don't spend a lot of time talking that first day.

He kisses you, passionately and impatiently, the second you drop your bag. You do not complain, you wouldn't dream of it. His mouth feels even better on yours than you had pictured in your imagination and you already know you are not going to get enough of him any time soon. There are hands clumsily pulling at clothes and tongues tracing along skin and a lot of time to explore each other's bodies. He causes you to see stars, multiple times, and you do the same for him. It is hot and heavy and full of moans and you cannot remember the last time you had sex like this.

When you wake up again, dawn is just on the brink of coming around and you're alone in his bed. You can spy him sitting on his balcony, cigarette in hand and you quickly put on his shirt before joining him outside. You mean to take a seat next to him, but he pulls you onto his lap immediately. You lean into him, taking in the quiet and the dark and the way he still smells like sweaty sex.

It feels too good, being here with him. He presses soft kisses to the nape of your neck you feel yourself slipping back into a state of utter bliss. He turns you around so you face him, straddling his lap, and it doesn't take long for him to start fumbling with the shirt you are wearing. You do it again right then and there, out on the dark balcony with the world around you asleep.

You spend the rest of the weekend like this. You're insatiable and he's not much better, constantly clinging on to you. Even when you decide to cook a quick meal, his arms are wrapped around you from behind and his chin is resting on your shoulder.

You don't change into any of the clothes you brought. Whenever you aren't naked, you usually slip one of his shirts over your head. You haven't seen him wear more than his boxers ever since you arrived. Both of you use the time to get to know each other inside out. You start to learn what the other one enjoys, where they like to be kissed the most, how to get the highest moans and most desperate whimpers out of each other. But you also learn about each other's fears. Of your pasts and your families and your plans for the future. What you expected your life to look like when you were ten and how wrong you were. You learn that he doesn't love anyone more than his three band members and how he likes his breakfast. He learns all about your favourite movies and how you ended up in Italy.

Sunday evening hits both of you hard. He tells you he will never forget the way you look right in that moment, bag already in hand, and it feels like goodbye. You cannot stomach the thought. But he says he will call you and he might be at the studio a lot but maybe you can come and visit. You're not sure if he is being serious or if he just doesn't want to see you cry. He tangles his hand in your hair to pull your head to his once more and gives you a mind-blowing kiss you will dream about until you get to see him next.

April

The studio is more like a house. Four bedrooms and a pool almost make you forget they are here for rehearsal. You finally get formally acquainted with Damiano, Victoria, and Ethan but Thomas still monopolises your time. The others get annoyed at you sneaking off to be alone and after Damiano accidentally bursts into Thomas' room while the guitarist's head is in between your legs you decide you should make more of an effort.

You break the ice by cooking a massive dinner, starters and desserts included, and find out that everyone was right about getting into people's hearts via good food. Dinner is served out on the terrace, Damiano helps set up, Victoria brings the wine and you end up talking for hours. Damiano tells you he is glad that there's more to you than the moans you make at night and you almost get offended but Thomas slaps the back of his head and you know their banter means no harm. Ethan helps you clean up afterward, then disappears into his room as you head back out. You cannot help overhear the other three talking outside as you're approaching and you cannot help stopping in your tracks to continue listening.

Damiano's voice is easily distinguishable and probably louder than he intends it to be. It is the wine's fault, really. How come you brought her here, you hear him ask and you're glad you made the effort to improve your Italian over the last few months. You've never brought anyone anywhere. Victoria chimes in, agreeing with Damiano, almost poking fun at Thomas. Yeah, what's up with that. Are you in love?

You hate that he scoffs at the suggestion. So, you haven't talked about what you are doing. You haven't talked about what you are, exactly. But there is no need to refuse this option straight away. You don't catch exactly what Thomas is saying as he is mumbling along, but you are certain you hear him refute. They all giggle in a way that almost makes you feel like they are making fun of you. So you take a deep breath, holding your head up high, and step out onto the terrace.

They don't look embarrassed. They don't even look caught. You think maybe it's because they don't think you heard. Or understood. Damiano suggests a late-night swim in the pool and you agree before he finishes his sentence. Both you and Thomas dash to his room, quickly changing into swimwear and you have to swat his hand away when he briefly plays with the string that holds up your top.

Thomas doesn't actually need to be dared to jump into the water but Victoria does so anyway. You watch from the edge of the pool, amused, as you suddenly feel hands on your back attempting to push you in. You react quicker than you ever have in your life, turning to grab the offending person - who turns out to be Damiano - and pulling him into the water with you. Both of you emerge spluttering and laughing. Victoria takes the stairs, loudly proclaiming herself a lady among peasants, and is quickly dunked by Thomas. She complains about her ruined hair but cannot keep the giggle hidden.

You enjoy the heated water around you, while the cool April air hits your face. Damiano joins into the game of dunking for a while but you stay on the sidelines until Victoria joins you. She looks gorgeous in the light, wet hair plastered to her forehead, and you wish you had an ounce of the poise she possesses. She tells you she has been friends with Thomas the longest, meeting in school, long before any of them knew that one day their lives would be irreversibly intertwined. She says she has nothing against you - much the opposite - but Thomas is like a brother to her and she cares for him deeply. It is incessantly clear that she is protective of him and it endears you. Apart from constantly distracting him, you're doing him good, she says. She hopes to see you around more.

You hope so too.

May

Life feels domestic with Thomas by your side. You don't see each other as often but when you do he tends to stay at your place. His touch still lights you on fire but there's another aspect to it. The waking up next to each other, your head on his chest or his on yours. The cooking and the clean-up after. The standing in front of the mirror and brushing your teeth, doing your skincare routine, and leaving dots of your moisturiser on his face to annoy him.

You're not sure if he enjoys it quite as much as you do. He laughs along with you but he is also the first one to initiate sex. And, oh, the sex. Now you're alone with each other again, and not in the constant danger of one of his bandmates catching you, you explore more. You find out just how much he enjoys being submissive and you enjoy creating a new, more dominant role for yourself. There's leather and latex, chokers and harnesses, spanking and bondage, and both of you discover new sides to yourselves and each other.

As May draws on, his visits become shorter. You don't notice at first but the first time he tells you he is not staying the night you suddenly see a clear pattern emerging. He is willing to help you cook if he gets sex afterward. He is happy to wake up next to you in a peaceful tangle if he got sex beforehand. You're torn. You don't know whether you should mention it, whether he is aware of it, or if you're simply reading too much into it. You decide to test him.

It's almost midnight when he stumbles into your apartment that day. He is all over you immediately, exploring hands and hot kisses, but you tell him you have some leftover tiramisu. He seems happy enough. But then you drag him into the bathroom for your evening routine and you put on your comfy pajamas and snuggle into bed and he seems a bit lost. He doesn't say it, though. Instead, he crawls into bed with you, gets under the covers, and spoons you. You fall asleep.

You don't stay asleep for long. Thomas is tossing and turning and when he wraps his arms around you again you know why. He is hard. You whisper his name in the dark and are answered through a groan. He is gripping you tightly now, one of his hands wanders up to grasp your breast through the fabric of your shirt. It doesn't take much. It is impossible to deny him.

When you wake back up again the next morning, the bed is empty. You call out for him, hoping he might just be in the bathroom or the kitchen, but there is no answer and when you sit up and look around the room you realise all of his clothes are gone. You feel used and annoyed. You also feel like your hypothesis has been confirmed. The thought is tiring you out enough to wrap yourself back into your blanket and allow sleep to take over once more.

June

It's weird seeing Victoria without Thomas. The only time you have ever met her was when you were attached to his hip, so when you run into her on the patio of a restaurant late one evening, it almost takes you a split second to remember where you know her from. She, however, knows you immediately. The hug takes you by surprise. She asks you if you're here with Thomas and you wonder why she doesn't know. You tell her no. You don't tell her you have not spoken to him at all this week. She is blissfully unaware of the turmoil inside of you. That much becomes obvious when she invites you round for a party at hers the next night - but surely, Thomas has already told you about that. You neither confirm nor deny, but accept the invitation simply because there is no saying no to a face like Victoria's.

No one seems to notice that you and Thomas arrive separately. In fact, by the time you get to Victoria's, he's a couple of drinks in and the life of the party. He is in the middle of demonstrating his best dance moves on the kitchen table when he sees you. He jumps down, almost crashing to the ground, before stumbling over to you and smothering you in kisses. Whispering sweet nothings of amore mio and cucciolo and cara mia. You revel in the attention. You love that he is doing this in front of everyone, showing them you're his and he's yours. You ignore that it might be drunken talk.

You pull him into the kitchen, where the music is slightly more muffled and there aren't quite as many people, and make yourself a drink. He's hanging onto you like you are his lifeline. You want to pretend it is always like this, like he always adores you this much, like he calls, like he wants to hang out with you because of who you are, not what you do to his body. Yet, it's his body you cannot refuse.

Two strongly mixed drinks later Thomas has you pressed against a wall, hands desperately grasping for each other and his mouth on your neck. You barely notice Victoria shouting at you to get a room and no, not mine! It's the first time in weeks he takes you home to his and you want to be elated but it's impossible. His fingers feel as good as ever as they trace your skin but in your mind, you know his heart is not in it.

In the morning, it's you who is awake first and it's you who gets up, gathers belongings, and leaves. You only hesitate once, right before opening the door leading you away from him, but it's not worth the heartbreak, so you go. It doesn't feel good and there's no relief in it.

July

If you ever thought you could simply banish Thomas from your life, you were sorely mistaken. You don't think he understands why you keep trying to walk away. He does understand that something is wrong, though, and he tries to make things better. He tells you about a little summer house he has been thinking about renting and asks you to come along. You ask why you cannot just spend time together right here, right now and he says he wants to be alone with you. In a way you cannot help but interpret this as I don't want more people to see us together, I don't want any more questions about whether you are mine, I don't want to explain myself. It should have been romantic but there is another sentiment seeping through.

You agree anyway. It is hard to say no to the gorgeous boy when he is begging you with those doe-shaped eyes. So you pack your things, heart still heavy, and he plants a wet kiss on your lips when he picks you up. You decide to push your doubts away and enjoy yourself.

The place is adorable, a little house just on the beach, tiny and homely, and barely anyone around. You look at Thomas standing in front of the window, sunlight hitting his face, and think he is beautiful. It barely seems fair that someone like him would exist because everyone else just pales in comparison. You think you might never get over him. You surely will never get over looking at him.

You walk over to the man that isn't yours, wrapping your arms around him from behind and you cannot help your hands wandering lower, grasping his hardening flesh. He might never be fully yours but until your heart can take letting him go for good, you will take his body if that is all you're getting. He takes you on the kitchen counter, making you scream in a way that has you thanking your lucky stars, before dragging you into the shower and taking you once more.

The days are a daze of being entangled with each other. You barely leave the house, but when you do he takes you out to a lovely restaurant not too far away but you know it's only because no one here knows you. He holds your hand and he opens doors for you and tells you that you look beautiful. Then you get back home, or what you wish you could call home for the rest of your days, and makes you come undone time and time again.

You feel yourself falling for the gorgeous boy more and more and it is one morning, curtains forgotten to be drawn closed the night before, where the early sun hits his sleeping form just right that you realise you love him. You're so far beyond infatuation. You are getting deeper and deeper into this fantasy you are building for yourself, one where it is always the way it is right now, one where he proudly holds you in his arms in public, one where he is screaming from the rooftops that you are his and he is yours. The more time you spent with him, the harder it becomes to face reality. You're slipping.

August

It is festival season and Thomas is away a lot, sometimes coming home for a couple of days at a time and then vanishing again for longer. You miss him terribly, you almost feel lost without him. He calls, but it's not the same. Victoria calls too, and you don't know what you did to deserve her attention. She tells you Thomas is miserable whenever he is off stage and a plan is quickly hatched. Two days later you are on your way to Denmark.

Victoria meets you at the hotel, making sure you get a room on the same floor the band will be staying on for the next two nights, and then takes you to the festival grounds. It's loud and crowded and crazy and if you weren't dying to see Thomas, you would ask her to just leave you alone in front of one of the stages and let you lose your mind, but you don't.

You follow Victoria into the backstage area, quickly flashing the pass she supplied you with, and walk past a labyrinth of vans and busses and busy areas where musicians and everyone who works with them is hanging out. Victoria says she's not entirely sure where Thomas is but he's bound to be where alcohol is being served and you soon reach a little outdoor bar area. You see a glimpse of what looks like him vanish behind the bar stand and quickly follow. You don't notice if Victoria is still behind you.

It turns out you were right, as you round the corner and see the man you had been craving, but you wish you weren't. Your heart doesn't break all at once, but the beat becomes a deafening pounding and you think you might throw up. He is pinning a girl against the wall of the bar. That is when the first piece of your heart breaks off. He is touching her the way he touches you, uses all the moves you have gotten to know, and another piece of your heart crumbles and dies. Her hand is between his legs and the way he whimpers causes your heart to collapse into itself.

You barely hear Victoria shouting, you cannot understand the angry Italian words she is throwing around, and you want to turn and run but your feet are rooted to the ground. You simply watch as Victoria pulls Thomas off the girl who is quietly slipping into the background and disappearing and even with your lack of comprehension, you know the two friends are exchanging heated words. At some point Thomas turns to you, asking you why you are even here, but Victoria interjects, shouting at him because she misses you and you've been miserable, bastardo!

It is when he tells both of you that he doesn't owe you anything, that you're not together, that you're certainly not exclusive, when your body regains its sense of movement. The sound of the harsh slap your hand delivers to his cheek seems to echo and you don't wait for his reaction. You leave. There is nothing left here for you but more heartbreak.

September

You do not hear from Thomas. Victoria is trying to reach you numerous times but you do not answer. You spend the days in a dull state of being. You go to work. You do your chores. You cry yourself to sleep. And repeat.

October

Thomas is trying to reach you. You do not answer. Victoria is trying to reach you sometimes but you do not answer. Life has not become any easier. You go to work. You do your chores. Sometimes you meet friends. You cry yourself to sleep. And repeat.

November

You don't want to go out but your friends have had enough. They do your hair and your make-up, they set out a sexy but comfortable outfit and they make sure you get a first shot or two in before leaving. You don't admit it out loud but it does make you feel better.

The place they drag you to is loud and crowded and crazy and it makes you feel like you can forget for a while. It would have worked better if you hadn't spotted Damiano and Victoria on the dance floor. A twisting feeling settles in your stomach. You decide to get yourself another drink only to see Ethan there. He spots you and gives you a little wave. You wave back but the panic rises and your face doesn't match the action. They are all here. Probably.

You cannot help yourself. Drink in hand, you pretend to go looking for your friend but as you are circling the club you are looking for someone else entirely. You spot him easily. He is sitting on a table in a corner, on his own, beer bottles in front of him. He looks miserable. As if he knows, he lifts his head and your eyes meet. You feel like you're about to hyperventilate, so you turn on your heels and all but sprint to the smokers' area behind the club. There are barely any people out here, cool November air nipping at the bare skin on your arms and legs. You don't expect him to follow you but he does.

He looks worse up close. His hair looks like it hasn't seen a brush in weeks but not in the stylish way he usually wears it. His eyes are bloodshot and there are dark circles underneath. You know he's drunk, you know from his appearance and his demeanor, but he is not the usual life of the party. You wait for him to say something. Then he walks up to you, carefully throwing his arms around you and pulling you close. You almost push him away but your heart tells you differently.

He mumbles chants of I'm sorry and I'm an idiot and I don't deserve you and you have to slowly push him off you because this is not going to be over with a few apologies. You sit him down on a picnic bench standing in a corner, leaving a bit of space between you. You are aware he could win you back over with just the right looks and just the right touches but you need more.

You talk until you're frozen to the bone and only then do you accept his embrace again. You re-live your whole relationship and it becomes crystal clear where your shortcomings were. Where you went in different directions without telling the other. Where you expected what the other couldn't or wouldn't provide. You are brutally honest and the tears that soon begin rolling down both of your faces prove it. Discussing the Copenhagen disaster hurts most but you get through it. He is quick to admit fault. Yes, he was miserable. Yes, it was because he missed you. Yes, it was also because it scared him and he wasn't ready and he tried to deflect by hooking up with a girl he had literally just met. Yes, you are allowed to hold that against him forever.

That night you go back to his place with him and for the first time, nothing happens. You undress each other down to your underwear but there is nothing sexy about it. It is just two people who care deeply. You both get under the covers of his bed, holding each other close and studying each other's faces. His hand strokes your cheek. Both of you still have puffy eyes. You feel safe. No one says a word. You are simply looking into each other's eyes, content, until you drift to sleep.

December

Thomas is holding your hand. He just finished playing a gig and you're gathered backstage and you look at everyone around you who can see him holding your hand. It's a silly little thing to obsess over but your heart feels like it's going to burst with happiness. No more hiding, no more are-we-or-aren't-we, no more proclamations that only happen when he's drunk. Just two adults in love with each other.

It's not all sunshine and rainbows but you both know what you want. Communicating has gotten easier and is not reduced to what you do in the bedroom. Instead of locking each other out, you talk now. He looks happier and people have told you so do you. And you are. You never thought you were going to find the man of your dreams and for the past year it hadn't looked like Thomas was the one. But you are happy to have been proven wrong.

Victoria grins at you. She has long forgiven you for ignoring her calls back in September and October. She gets it. Sometimes you think she was angrier with Thomas than you were. She tells you it's because she saw that you are the best thing in his life from the get-go and she hated how he was throwing it away. Now you're back and you've gained a sister in her, too. You are glad for Ethan and Damiano as well. Thomas' little family has opened its arms to you and you didn't hesitate. You love being with them. All lingering awkwardness from April has vanished. They are still not fond of accidentally walking in on you and Thomas, though.

The band goes out to meet some fans and you tag along but hang back. The way certain girls touch Thomas still doesn't sit right with you, but you see the way he reacts and it's a relief. Taking a step back, removing hands from his body, smiling politely but with determination. He does it when you're not watching, too. Victoria has told you as much.

He catches your eye for a second, realises you are watching him, and throws you an air kiss. The people he was talking to turn around to see who he is aiming for, but quickly lose interest. You keep watching. His animated hands as he talks. The smile lighting up his face when someone pays him a compliment. You think he is drop-dead gorgeous. And you think that as long as he allows you to look at him like this, and as long as he does the same to you, you'll stay here forever.

#maneskin fiction #maneskin imagine #thomas raggi x you #thomas raggi x reader #thomas raggi imagine #thomas raggi fiction #fluff #angst #my writings

[mayraki]

✧ feel seventeen again - jj maybank

summary: because you and your best friend jj maybank feel like the teenage years are coming to an end, you both decide to spend the night doing stupid teenage things like the old days. but you didn’t know that at the end of the day, the stupidest thing you’d do is kiss your best friend.

masterlist

rue-bennet’s gif

“I hate work.” You said when you dropped your body next to JJ on the couch at the Chateau. He turned to you after letting the smoke come out of his mouth. “Do you want to hang out tomorrow? I really need to let some stress out.”

He shook his head making the messy blonde hairs on his head move alongside with him. “Can’t. Have to work with my dad.”

“Fuck.” You let out softly closing your eyes. “We haven’t hang out in a long time, dude. What about surfing the day after tomorrow?”

“As much a I want to kick your ass again, I can’t. I have to work with Pope, I’m helping him deliver some stuff.” He let his arm go around your shoulders.

“Kicking my ass? In your dreams, Maybank.” You smacked his hand and moved his arm away from your shoulders, gaining a little grin from his lips. “How about the day after that day?”

“Working with my dad again. But I’m free that morning, are you?”

You slowly shook your head. “No, I got a job as a babysitter. Have to take care of the kid that morning.”

“Then I don’t know what to do now-”

“Fuck!” You let out more loudly this time, making JJ slightly jump by your side.

“Dude! Are you good?” He asked but you didn’t respond to him, instead, as a big sigh came out of your mouth you got up from the couch and started to walk around the room, with JJ following you with his eyes, confused at your sudden change of behaviour.

“Can’t you see what’s happening?!” You asked waving your hands around the air, frustrated. “We’re turning into adults!”

“Adults? We haven’t even started our senior year yet.”

“That’s my point! We haven’t even started our last year of high school and we’re already too busy to hang out! This is getting out of control!”

“Y/n!” JJ got up from the couch and grabbed your shoulders, stopping you from walking around the room. “Calm down!”

“I can’t calm down! I feel like our wild days are ending!” You grabbed his cheeks to pull him a little bit closer to your face. “Don’t you remember when we used to don’t give a shit? When our only problem was the police finding our weed?! Or when the only consequence of our stupid actions were our parents yelling at us?!” As I was talking JJ was slowly opening his eyes wide open. “Aren’t you worry that we’re never going to have that again?!”

“Well now I am!” He said lifting his arms into the air before taking a step back. “We can’t lose that! You’re right! I want to do stupid things forever!”

“Well,” I said quickly shaking my head “we can’t! We have to do something about it.”

“What are you thinking?” He asked with his eyes glued to yours, and when a smile appeared on your lips, he nodded. “I like that smile.”

“Are you free right now?” He nodded. “Then, c’mon. I know the perfect place to go.”

The moment that you and JJ entered your old car you drove away from the Chateau and it didn’t took you long to arrive at your destination. You parked the car by the side of the road and let out a smile when your eyes were following the bartenders going in and out of a house, with drinks on their hands.

“Y/n.” JJ called your name. You turned to the side to face him and noticed that he was confusingly looking around the house. You understood, if he took you to a place where there was people with fancy dresses going into a white big house you were probably going to be confused as hell as well. “What are we doing here?”

“The Kooks have a party here, I saw it as I was driving to the Chateau.” You replied. “And we, are going to steal alcohol from them. Go to the beach, and drink it until we’re drunk and we can’t stand up anymore. Stupid enough.”

He let out a smile when he locked eyes with you and nodded, letting you know that he liked that plan. “How are we gonna get in?”

“You, Maybank, follow my lead.”

As you two got out of the car, you wrapped your arm around his the moment he arrived next to you. Looking around to the people attending the party, they were wearing long and expensive dresses, suits, and the people working had bows and clean cuts. And... well, you were wearing an oversized shirt and your old black boots, while JJ since he had been working all day with his dad he had an old dirty shirt with his usual boots. Clearly, it was obvious that you two didn’t belong there. But that wasn’t something that could stop you, you were extremely motivated and the desire to have a fun and stupid night, getting inside the party made it seem the easiest thing in the world.

You turned to the side to give a quick look to the security guard checking the invitations but you went back to JJ again, ready to pull him to the side of the house without gaining any looks on you. As fast as your feet allowed you, you walked towards the fence as you heard the music getting louder each step you took.

Arriving at the tall fence, you were about to climb it but JJ grabbing your waist and pulling you to the side, hitting your back to the fence while he placed himself in front of you made you open your eyes wide open at the surprise. You were never this close to him, it was weird, since you knew him since you were a little kid, but still, you never had JJ this close to your face. Trying to ignore the speed of your heart you looked down to his hand on your waist but that didn’t help you, it made your stomach turn and make you wonder why was he making you feel so many things.

Going back to his eyes you noticed that he was no longer looking at you, his head was facing your side and that’s when you noticed two bartenders walking by the side of the house to the truck that was parked a couple of feet away from you. As they were talking and organising some stuff, you took the opportunity to stare at a very focused JJ. Every girl in Outer Banks knew that he was attractive, he would always have girls around his arms and ending up the parties with some tourons, and that never bothered you, you sometimes asked yourself how come girls wanted him so much. To you, he was just your annoying and chaotic best friend. But for some reason, having him so close to you made you understand why those girls went so crazy for the famous JJ Maybank. He was extremely attractive, and the poor moon light hitting his face, making him shine, didn’t help you get rid of those strange thoughts.

Hiding yourself well from the bartenders, after they did what they came out for, they walked back to the house while following their conversation. Letting out a big sigh, JJ came back to you and tilted his head to the side as you felt how his breathing was hitting your skin. “You’re welcome for saving your ass, Y/n.”

“What?” You asked quickly as you tried to take your heart back to its normal speed, but his hand was still on your waist.

“Are you deaf or something?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows looking at you and your strange behaviour, as a little smile escaped his lips. “I said you’re welcome for saving your ass, Y/n.”

“Oh, right.” Noticing that JJ wasn’t moving and was too focused on you, you moved to the side while you grabbed his hand to take it off your waist. “That was a close one, dude.” You let out a tiny laugh looking at the fence.

“Are you alright?” He asked and you quickly nodded.

“Yeah, why?”

“I grabbed your waist and you didn’t yell at me or something. I mean, I know that I did it unintentionally and I saved our asses, but still, it’s weird that you didn’t insult me.” He shrugged his shoulders and before you could think of your next actions, you quickly moved your hand to his crotch area, making him take a step back and placing his hands to protect his dick, but before hitting him you stopped your hand, as a smirk came out of your lips.

“Don’t do it again or next time I won’t stop.”

He let out a grin after letting out a big breath out, taking his hands out of his private area. “Yeah, there she is.”

You smiled with the thought that what just happened to you, your heart speeding up was nothing more than just not wanting to be caught. JJ had nothing to do with it, he was your best friend. Nothing more.

You grabbed the top of the fence and turned to the look at JJ. “Are you gonna give me a hand or not?”

He quickly nodded walking closer to you. “Oh, yeah, you’re definitely back.”

Placing both of his hand in front of you, you placed your foot on top of it to push your body upwards and cross the fence. Since JJ was taller, he didn’t need help so seconds later of your feet touching the ground, JJ was by your side trying to take the messy hair out of his face. You smiled again lifting your hands into the air celebrating that you were inside the house and nobody was around that little corner to see you two sneak in. You nailed it.

“Hello?” Fuck.

You quickly turned around like JJ to see a little girl standing with a pink dress and a toy between her hands. She was staring at you and JJ repeatedly as a thousand of excuses where running through your head.

“Hello little girl.” JJ said before you could say anything. He kneeled down and pointed at the toy. “What’s that?”

“What are you two doing here?” She asked as a sweet innocent smile appeared on her lips.

“What are you doing here?” He asked back and you looked at him furrowing your eyebrows.

The girl tilted her head to the side as she crossed her arms on her chest. “Really? I’m ten years old, that doesn’t work with me anymore.”

“JJ.” You grabbed his arm to pull him back and whisper close to him. “She’s a kook, they’re a different kind of kids.”

“I’m not different!” The little girl yelled. “For the way you two are dressing tells me you’re the ones that are different and that you shouldn’t be here!”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” You tried to calm her down.

“You hey!” She pointed at you. “I’m telling my mom that you two are here!” She turned around quickly, making his long and blonde hair fly around her body as her tiny feet stumbled with strength towards the party.

“Wait wait- how about if I give you twenty bocks?” JJ asked her and you pushed his arm.

“Dude! Did you really tried to bribe a rich kid with money?!”

“I don’t know!”

You slapped yourself and then turned around to face the little girl, but unfortunately, she was long gone. “Shit.”

“We really need to go, that little kid looks innocent but I’m pretty sure she works for the Devil.” JJ grabbed your arm so you both could make your way towards the bar.

The moment that you started to hear the sound of people talking you both made sure to not have any eyes on either of you. The long and tall plants that the patio had became your best friends since you didn’t even step away from them to hide behind for a second. You looked around hoping to see the little girl playing around, meaning that she forgot about you and JJ, but your eyes couldn’t locate her anywhere. As you were walking, accidentally you hit JJ’s body so you turned your head to face him but before you could ask him why he stopped, he grabbed your hand and quickly turned you around to head another way.

“What the fuck JJ?” You asked but when you noticed that his fingers were wrapped with yours, you shut your mouth. Your body was quickly following him, but your mind was somewhere else. Why am I not pushing JJ’s hand away and telling him to fuck off so I could lead the way?

While you were walking behind him you couldn’t stop staring at your hand touching his. Your heart, just like before, started to beat faster but what cut you so off guard and made you shook your head immediately, was the fact hay you unintentionally bit your lower lip as a tight nod appeared on your chest. You needed to take your hand away from JJ’s but nothing was making you do it, your brain didn’t want you to. And for some reason, your hand felt like if he left yours, you were gonna miss it.

“Again! That was a close one.” JJ said once he stopped. You were now at another part of the patio but you didn’t look around, your head was still confused. “Oh, sorry-” JJ said the moment he noticed you were staring at your hands together. He let it go and placed his hands in front of crotch, preventing you from hitting him in the dick.

“Yeah,” you nodded looking at his eyes “don’t do it again.” You let out before you could think your words. Without giving JJ the opportunity to respond, you turned around wanting to leave all those thoughts behind and focus on what was important, stealing the alcohol.

“What now?” JJ asked behind you as you stopped behind a plant. You looked around and noticed the bar full of people and bottles of champagne on top of it on the other side of the patio so you pointed at it with your head.

“There.”

“We have to make sure nobody sees us-” JJ was saying but you didn’t hear his words, instead, you left the plant and started walking confidently towards the bar. Soon after, you had a very confused JJ by your side. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked in a loud whisper.

“If we hide, we won’t get caught.”

“Isn’t that the point?” He asked but you slowly shook your head. Before he could let out another word, you speeded your walk and soon after your body was next to the bar. As you were gaining a lot of eyes on you, you made your way to the front and grabbed a bottle of champagne. A woman opened her mouth offended once you turned around and opened it, to then took it to your mouth and feel the liquid entering your body. Once you took a long sip, you turned around and grabbed another one, still, with every single eye on you.

“Young lady-” a woman said in front of you but you didn’t stop, instead, you walked towards JJ who was looking at you surprised, but with a proud smile on his lips. “Hold on!” The woman yelled again, but you lifted the bottles to the air and yelled: “I’m on top of the world motherfucker!” To then proceeded to give JJ the bottle and grab his hand to run away from the house after hearing the little girl from before yell: “Those kids are weirdos!”

“Fuck yeah!” You yelled back after taking your tongue out to her and gaining a lot of gaps from the people around you, but you didn’t care, for the first time in a long time, you felt like that stupid little kid again.

“Go after them!” You heard the woman yell but it was too late, you had already made your way to the front door and, after winking at some old white rich guy, you left the house running with loud laughs coming out of your and JJ’s mouth.

It seemed that the shook of you stealing the alcohol made your run out of the house like you never did before. Feeling the cold air hitting your face you turned back to see if anyone was following you, but lucky for you and JJ, the only ones left of the street was you and him.

“We left the car!” JJ yelled while you and him were still running.

“Who gives a shit! I’ll pick it up later!” After letting out those words you quickly stopped realising that the beach was a couple of streets away from you and JJ, but it wasn’t your normal side of the island. “Wanna go for a swim?” You asked him once you faced him and immediately noticed the smirk coming out of his lips, to then grab your hand once again and walk together to the Kook side of the beach.

As soon as you felt the cold sand with your feet the moment you took off your boots you felt a slight shiver in your skin, but it completely disappeared when after leaving the champagne bottles beside your shoes, JJ grabbed your waist and legs, lifting you up with the intention to walk towards the water. “JJ!” You yelled the second a laugh came out of your mouth but he didn’t respond, he quickly ran to the water and as soon as some drops of the waves hit your skin you wrapped your arms around his neck for the sudden feel of coolness running through your skin.

“C’mon Y/n!” JJ dropped your legs making half of your body get completely wet. He didn’t let go of your waist when you stood on the ground, instead, he grabbed it with his two hands pushing you more deeper into the water. But you were quick too, the moment that he let go of your body you grabbed his arm and pulled him with you, ending up under the water and immediately feeling the water surround your skin.

“Fuck! It’s so cold!” JJ yelled when you two went over the surface and you let out a loud laugh, slightly shivering under the cold wind that gently blew around you.

The moment that felt your feet touching the ground instead of the water, you hugged yourself with your eyes glued to JJ. Neither you or JJ knew what to say, it was like your eyes and his were experiencing something for the first time. His blue eyes felt like they were putting a spell on you and you couldn’t stop staring at them, wanting to feel them on you until your brain could come up with something to say. But after the seconds passed, a strange wave of safety ran through your veins, no matter what could happen next you were gonna be alright, and all because he was staring at you.

A strong wind moving the water around you, pushed JJ’s body closer to yours. His eyes went wide open at the surprise of having your face now close to his, feeling how his breathing was mixing with yours.

You two didn’t know what was happening, or why, but knew one thing, you didn’t want it to end.

You never expect JJ to make you feel like this, and JJ didn’t either. You knew each other since you could remember... why now? He was just your annoying boy friend, who would tease you with things that he knew would make you mad or ask you to help him get girl, or even be proud of you when you went out on dates with guys.

As confused and weird as everything that was happening felt, JJ, without thinking, grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to his body making you feel his hotness over your skin. Your body was numb under his action as a thought appeared on your mind: two best friends don’t do this. What are we doing?

“We better drink that champagne...” you said swimming away from him with his eyes glued to his. “We don’t want it to lose the cold.”

“Yeah.” JJ nodded while scratching the back of his head. “We don’t want that.”

The moment that you turned around once you had the champagne on your hands, you handed one to him so you two could open it at the same time. For a moment, you noticed that JJ didn’t want to make eye contact with you, and you knew why, but didn’t want to admit it since that could lead to something even bigger and maybe... ruining your relationship with JJ.

At the end, this was just a one time thing... the night and the stress making you feel all those things. And probably, hopefully, JJ thought the same as you.

“To this crazy night and many more to come.” You said lifting the bottle to the air and JJ did the same as little smile escaped his lips. You took the bottle to your mouth to feel it enter your body and enjoy every single second of it, but still, even if you tried your hardest, your new feelings for JJ were all that consumed your brain.

“Was this night what you wanted?” He asked when you sat down and he following you, sitting down by your side almost making your shoulders touch.

“I don’t know.” You replied taking a deep breath in. “Even if yelled motherfucker in a party full of Kooks, that moment is long gone, I can’t keep the feeling in me.” JJ nodded as you two were looking at the water move in front of you. “The feeling of being seventeen, when nothing else matters... just living.”

“We’re growing up, man.” He said. “It sucks.”

“Tell me about it.” You let out a laugh before locking eyes with JJ. He had a little smile on his lips but when his eyes slowly went to yours, you could feel your heart beating faster again.

“We can’t stop it.” He said going back to your eyes.

You didn’t respond immediately, staring at his eyes you took a moment to process the need that just appeared in you. “Maybe we can.”

“Dude! If you have so magical powers that you never told me about, please, do tell.”

“What? No!” You said as loud laugh escaped your mouth. “It’s just- we kind of did it tonight. It isn’t like we used to do it back then, but... it’s something.”

“I have to admit,” JJ said getting closer to you “watching you drink that champagne in front of everyone and then yelling motherfucker was the coolest shit ever.”

“I’m never going to hear the end of it.”

“No you won’t!” He said and let his hands hold his body while they rested behind him. “We kinda did it, huh? Stop time.” He said and you nodded, proudly.

“Yeah, we did. But still- I don’t want it to end.” You turned to face the water and let out a long breath out. “I just feel like, because we have to be so worried about our future, thinking about what the hell are we gonna do after we graduate that we’re missing our last days of our teenage years.” JJ got closer to your body wanting to hear your words more clearer, making you face him and see those blue eyes once again. “I wanna do something stupid. The stupidest thing ever. Something that I’ll regret later, tomorrow, maybe for the rest of my days, or maybe not! I want to do something so stupid that afterwards I’m like ‘what the hell was that?’ but while I’m doing it, it’s the best thing ever.”

JJ stared at you but you went back to his lips when that thought came back to your head. “And what is that?” He asked softly.

You stayed put. Your head knew what it was, but your brain wasn’t giving you the opportunity to do it. So, shutting it off, without thinking you closed the space between you and him and united his lips with yours. You immediately felt the hotness of them, they were still salty from the water but in you lips they felt like nothing but sweetness. Your actions caught JJ so off guard that I took him a couple of seconds to fully process what was happening, with his eyes still opened he stayed still while you waited for him to give in into the kiss. You were about to step back and realise that this, indeed was the stupidest thing you could ever done, and like you expected it, regret it. But before you could, JJ grabbing your waist and pulling your closer stopped you from finishing the kiss.

Even if you kissed many people in your short life, nothing compared to whatever JJ was making you feel while he took control of the kiss. It was clear that he had experience, you knew that, but living it with him was a complete other story. His lips were gently playing with yours as the wind was blowing around, his hand was strongly placed on your waist pulling you closer and making you feel the hotness of the kiss grow each second. But when you felt like you couldn’t breath anymore, you pulled away and found those blue eyes staring at you surprised.

“Wow.” That’s all he said and you let out a tiny laugh.

“Wow indeed.”

You two stayed silent trying to process what just happened and how to carry on... you just kissed JJ Maybank, your best friend, the guy you found disgusting not even a day ago. But before you could give that much a thought, JJ spoke before you. “Was that the stupidest thing you had in mind?”

“Maybe.” You slowly shrugged your shoulders.

“So that means you’ll regret it tomorrow?”

“I-” you stayed quiet. Were you? “I don’t know.”

“Was it... good?” You quickly turned to JJ with your eyebrows furrowed but an uncontrollably smile escaped your lips. “I mean- you said it, you wanted to do something that while you did it, feels like the best thing ever.”

“Right, I said that. Well, in that case, it wasn’t that bad, Maybank.”

“What?” He opened his mouth offended. “Wasn’t that bad? Come here, let me do it again.” He jokingly grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, but you quickly pushed him away.

“Fuck off!”

“She’s back!”

You let out a tiny laugh as you stared at him. Were you back? Now you didn’t saw JJ as your annoying best friend, he was something different to you. But you had to keep those thoughts to yourself, what if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if he sees me as the same girl to annoy? Just like best friends... this is going to be a rollercoaster of emotions.

“You did respond to my kiss, though.” You said without thinking about it.

“Well, Yeah.” JJ said scratching the back of his head. “I did. It was good.”

“Did you actually like it?”

“I-” he stopped himself and that made your heart speed up, he didn’t like it? “I never thought I would say this, but I liked that you kissed me.”

“What?” You asked quickly, surprised at his words.

Neither of you said anything since after a couple of seconds of staring at each other, you both couldn’t control it and bursted out in laughter. “What the fuck is happening?!” You asked loudly shaking your head.

“Dude! We better drink the champagne.” He said handing you the bottle and you quickly took it, trying to calm yourself down.

No... but seriously, what the fuck is happening?

Maybe the kiss was gonna change some things, or maybe not, but one thing was sure, that was the stupidest thing you could have ever done.

>>>

taglist: @allycat449-blog @queenofthepouges @casper17 @its-yasbxtch @bxmaaa @bubblesam06 @rafej-cambanks @deviouscharitos @cilorawr @ilovejjmaybank @corebore123 @raekenliar @netflix-imagines @x-lulu @alwaysasadaesthetic @sexytholland @sadcupofcoffee @allielozoya @jjandreidsgirl @sarcasticsagittarius1998 @nevvvv @80s-outsiders @itsyagirljay @brightcosmos @kay667 @niya-savage @scooby6 @dustyjjumpwings @killingbxys @stilinskingongo @renatafairchild @stfukie @chasefreakinstokes @beloved-vinyl-addict @teenwaywardasgardian @sageellsworth05 @ifilwtmfc @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @talksoprettyjjx @k-k0129 @dannii-li @marvel-ousnesss @thegreatestofheck @loveperri @makebank @acvross-the-universe @justsomerandompersonintheworld @urfaveleo @malfoystilinskii05 @padfootswife (+)

#obx #outer banks #obx netflix #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #outer banks netflix #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #jj outer banks #jj maybank imagine #jj x y/n #jj maybank x y/n #jj x reader #jj x you #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #rudy x you #rudy outer banks #rudy imagine #rudy pankow imagine #rudy obx #rudy pankow x reader #rudy x reader #rudy pankow

[sserpente]

A/N: Surprise! Here’s the thing—I don’t normally write sub!Loki at all. However, since Christmas is a time of gifting and making wishes come true and it has been requested quite a few times in the past, I decided to take on an anon request. I can’t write fully-fledged sub!Loki, I just can’t… so I hope this will do! There’s another anon request in there too. I hope you all enjoy it!

Words: 2357 Warnings: sub!Loki-ish, fluff, smut

Additional NSFW warnings: light bondage, oral, usage of anal sex toy

-

You cursed when you stubbed your toe on the door, shutting it aggressively all the while flinging your bag into the corner like it was the reason for all of your problems. You were trembling, anger and exhaustion gnawing at your guts.

When you let out a desperate sigh as you kicked off your winter boots, Loki tilted his head. He had appeared in the threshold leading to the living room on your floor—an entire floor on Stark Tower, all to yourself. Today, however, this very circumstance did not cheer you up in the slightest.

“A good evening to you too, pet.” He said, eyeing you with curiosity.

“I bloody hate working in retail!” You spat in response. “Why are people being so idiotic, can you tell me that? Oh, I want a refund on this obviously used item which I don’t even have the receipt for, oh, can’t you hurry up I need to catch a train—I had hours to spend on browsing but I want to pay for this immediately or I’m just gonna leave, oh, can you recommend a gift for my niece, I barely know her or her interests but surely you’ll find a gift for her because I am too lazy to use my own brain?” You were fuming. Loki chuckled.

“My dear… breathe.” He was never this gentle with any of the other Avengers but then again, you were the only one he had taken a romantic and sexual interest in. You sighed when he approached you to pull you into a tight embrace, forcing you to calm down for him. Your hands wrapped around his middle almost automatically, allowing him to lift you off the ground and carry you into your bedroom.

Loki spent most of his time in your flat here in Stark Tower. Here, he wasn’t always under suspicion of plotting world domination again—and in fact, all he did was reading, stealing your sweets and learning more about Midgardian culture, first and foremost Christmas. Last week, you had forced him through all Santa Clause films and he had actually ended up enjoying them in the end.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you pressed your face against his chest, letting his hand stroke over your head. Perhaps you should finally let the cat out of the bag and tell the others about your relationship. Loki could be so sweet… and he loved being pampered by you, even if you made sure to take your time teasing him thoroughly first.

“Is there a particular reason you left me a gift this morning?” He changed the topic. Oh yes. You had almost forgotten about this. You had shoved part of Loki’s Christmas gift into his green and gold socket above your bed before you had left this morning. It was Christmas Eve and since you would be spending the 25th with the other Avengers, you had decided that him receiving part of his gift in private would be more appropriate.

“Me?” You asked, playing innocent. “That must have been Santa, Lokes.”

“Are you going to tell me what exactly it is?” He probed. You giggled, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

“I was hoping you’d ask. Where did you put it?” Loki conjured it up seemingly out of thin air—you’d never grow tired of seeing him use his seidr—and handed you a black plastic packaging which contained an equally black butt plug with a prostate massager for men. Loki and you had recently had a conversation about toys for men as opposed to women only and much to your surprise, he had shown quite the interest in the topic. The faces of the Avengers would have been priceless, had you put it under the Christmas tree for him along with his main present.

You grinned. “Lie down on the bed for me—and magic your clothes off, will you?” Loki smiled at your request. He did not often let you command him around like that—but when he did he knew you needed it, to have some fun with his arousal for you to distract yourself from work and other sorrows, much like today. You shouldn’t be in such a bad mood on Christmas Eve, after all.

Still smiling gently, he did as he was told and then slightly raised his eyebrows for you to make the next move. You winked at him after admiring his semi-hard cock for a bit, disappearing in the bathroom. Once you had returned, hands washed, clothes changed and sex toy sanitised properly, you got to work. Loki’s eyebrows shot up all the way when you produced the bondage rope you kept in the drawer right next to the bed and then climbed on the bed as well, straddling his strong thighs.

“Please? Let me play.” You pouted. Loki sighed—allowing you to tie his hands together and then to the bedpost. Both of you were very well aware that he could rip himself free at any time—it was more a matter of it looking pretty and downright hot to have the God of Mischief tied up and at your mercy, at least hypothetically.

He shifted on the mattress just a little when you reached for the toy again which you had already coated in a thick layer of strawberry lube and brought it to his anus. It was designed to directly stimulate his prostate and you positively couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

“What are you doing?” His question was a warning; reminding you it was a privilege he was playing submissive for you and that the… situation could change at any moment. You swallowed, your own arousal pooling in your knickers like a waterfall.

“Trust me? It will feel good, I promise.”

Loki sighed once more—and gasped when you slowly and carefully worked the butt plug inside of his rear. His cock twitched, joyful anticipation mixing with impatience. By the time it was snugly in place, he was as hard as rock and moaned upon you wrapping your hand around him, giving him a few strokes with your hands partially still covered in the strawberry lube you had used.

Loki bucked his hips almost immediately, growling when you drew your hand away again. You chuckled. “You look pretty adorable like that, you know… desperate for pleasure…”

He growled in response. “You will be the one desperate for pleasure and begging me for my touch if you keep this up for long.” He threatened. Your giggle intensified. You felt so much better already.

“Just you wait.” You said, pressing the button of the small bullet vibrator inserted into the butt plug. Loki tensed up when it hummed to life, sending continuous vibrations through his anus and stimulating his prostate.

Then, taking mercy on him, your hand returned to his impressive length, jerking and pleading for attention. A few drops of precum had already formed on his red tip—it was too tempting to ignore. Unceremoniously, you bent down and closed your lips around him, licking over his slit and lapping up all he had to give for now.

Loki tugged at his restraints. A little more strength and he’d tear them apart altogether and he was barely just containing himself anymore already. Knowing he could stop this anytime and pin you down underneath him to just take what he desired for some reason only fuelled his arousal. He bucked his hips in an attempt to plunge himself deeper into your mouth but you were being particularly relentless today. He growled once more, watching how a grin formed on your lips. With a smacking sound, you released him again, continuing to stroke him all the while the prostate massager kept vibrating inside of his rear.

“Does that feel good?” You asked, almost timidly. Loki was an experienced lover, you knew this much. How many Asgardian women had had the pleasure to learn what had earned him the nickname silver tongue you did not want to know and yet, even though his confidence in bed and knowledge of pleasing a woman was exciting, at the very same time it intimidated you.

Loki nodded, blue eyes locked with yours. “Yes. Keep going, my dear.” It almost sounded like an order—one you’d do better not to defy. You took it as an invitation and pressed the button of the vibrator again.

The setting was on high now—but not high enough to tip him over the edge just yet. You needed to hear him whimper first. You had managed once, a few weeks back when Loki had allowed you to tie him up and tease him for a while for the very first time. In the end, it had resulted in him flipping you around and fucking you roughly from behind so hard you had been unable to walk the next day. Your cunt clenched upon remembering how deliciously sore you had felt. It was a risk you were willing to take again.

Loki bucked his hips once more, thrusting up in a steadier rhythm now and desperate for more friction… which gave you another idea. Biting your lower lip, you stood from the bed and peeled off the comfy trousers you had changed into, right along with your underwear. If only Loki could see the wet spot on them as you stepped out of them, he would be grinning like a cat who got the cream but fortunately for you, you were in charge tonight—or at least, for now.

He eyed you like a hungry wolf, growling in an animalistic manner as soon as your slick pussy lips rubbed against his tip and you massaged your clit with it for a while before slowly, painfully slow, sinking down on him and sheathing his cock deep inside of you. You moaned, throwing your head back. Riding him always felt so much deeper than when he was on top… unless he hauled your legs over his shoulders that was.

“More…” He choked out, his blue gaze getting almost feverish, about to turn him into a mindless beast. You stilled, not moving an inch and just kept him inside of you all the while the vibrator in his rear kept stimulating him. He gritted his teeth when you failed to move, bucking up his hips in a desperate attempt to get you to ride him but you decided to take your time. Leaning forward, you began covering his chest and neck in light kisses, tongue darting out every now and then to taste him. Loki was already sweating, his limbs shaking and you knew then just how badly he needed his release. The restraints keeping his hands above his head on the bedpost gave a suspicious tearing sound as he thrust up into you once more.

He was close. He was so close. Smiling, you kissed him and moved back up and into a sitting position. Your fingers found the switch of the vibrator, turning the setting even higher. There was no need for you to move and ride him anymore. Loki came by himself and finally, gave you the whimper you had so desired to hear from him. Your lips parted when he starting twitching inside of you, spilling himself with a groan. His warm seed coated your walls, his cock jerking until he was all but spent. Once he had caught his breath, you turned off the vibrator… for now.

“Get that lovely quim of yours up here.” He ordered with a hoarse voice, once more raising the question whether you had ever truly been in charge of his pleasure. But who were you to defy him? Biting your lower lip, you let him slide out of you, whimpering at the loss of feeling so deliciously full, inched forward until your most private parts were only inches from his mouth and then carefully sat again, your thighs to either side of his head.

Loki wasted no time. Humming contently, he licked over your slit and clit, suckling on your outer lips and circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue pressing against it, massaging it, until you dug your fingers into his raven hair, urging him on. You were so incredibly wet for him it wouldn’t take you long to gush all over him either and so you did. Loki ate you out like you were his last meal, pampering your clit until your body couldn’t take it anymore and you fell, seeing stars as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in pure pleasure. You only realised once you lifted yourself off his face because he would not stop that he had wrapped his fingers around the bars of the top of the bed. The bondage rope was torn apart beyond repair.

You smiled, allowing him you wrap you in his arms as he flipped you both around so you came to lie on the bed more comfortably.

“Feeling more relaxed now, my dear?” He asked with a sly smile.

“Much better. Thank you.” Loki hummed in response. “I’m pretty hungry… how about an early Christmas dinner? Just the two of us, without the others.”

“That sounds promising. But first I will need you to get that thing out of me.” He said, eliciting a devilish grin from you.

“I think I’m gonna leave that thing where it is for now. You’ll get a taste of your own medicine. Remember that golden butt plug you made me wear on Christmas last year? Revenge is sweet. So…” You paused. “Are you going to help me cook?”

Loki’s expression darkened, sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine. “You are going to remove that right now.”

“Nope,” you announced smugly, freeing yourself from his embrace and climbing off the mattress. “I’ll be in the kitchen, whenever you’re ready.”

Truth be told, you never made it to the kitchen. Loki was after you in a matter of seconds, dragged you back into bed and made sure you came to regret teasing him like that. Oh, and you most definitely lost count after at least five more orgasms.

-

A/N: There’s a hint in there for another smutty Loki Christmas Imagine soon to come. Can you find it? ;-)

If you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate it so much if you considered supporting me on Kofi! It’s either for caffeine or red wine, I’ll take both. ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥ 

#loki #loki imagine #loki x you #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki smut #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufeyson smut #loki odinson #loki odinson imagine #loki odinson x reader #loki odinson x you #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki odinson x female reader #thor #thor imagine #the avengers #the avengers imagine #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #tom hiddleston

[fic-for-fic-sake]

A Happy Accident

A/N: The other day I found out that Chris Evans may possibly have a sex dungeon? I don’t write real people fics but I knew I HAD to write a Steve Rogers fic about this because I mean...c’mon. Also the text conversation in the fic is indeed a real conversation between my friend and I. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, dom/sub, flogging, being tied up, penetrative sex, honorifics, praise kink

Word Count: 5.4k

You knew there was trouble before you even reached the meeting room, it was like a palpable tension you could sense coming from the conference room. You mentally prepared yourself for whatever was to come as you walked in and took your usual spot next to Natasha. 

“Do you have any idea what this is about?” You questioned her, murmuring under your breath since nobody seemed keen to speak above a whisper for the time being. 

“Some kind of security breach, we don’t know how bad yet, we have to wait for Stark.” She explained, speaking in clipped tones. She seemed nervous, which was understandable given the circumstances. A security breach could mean a number of things, none of them good. Anything from weapons tech to secret identities could’ve been revealed in the breach. 

The tension seemed to come to a head when Tony and Steve walked into the room. Everyone erupted into a flurry of activity, peppering the two men with so many questions it was hard to make out what came from who. 

“What was taken?” Someone asked. 

“Was it anything serious?” Someone else wondered. 

“Do we need to scrap the new suit designs?” You asked, adding your voice to the babble. 

“Okay everyone settle down and give Tony some room to think.” Steve urged all of you, forming a one man barrier around Stark. Which you had to admit was rather effective. Once everyone reseated themselves and Steve gave Tony a nod, Tony cleared his throat. 

“By now you all have obviously heard that there’s been a security breach. We don’t know who is behind the breach but so far all that was leaked was text conversations of the following Avengers; Wanda, Sam, Bucky, and Y/N.” 

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. You were a target in the security breach. But why? Why you specifically and why just your text conversations? It seemed rather harmless considering everything else they could’ve taken. 

“Luckily Wanda doesn’t really text anyone because everyone she knows is here. As far as Sam, Bucky, and Y/N are concerned they only leaked conversations from your work phones, meaning your personal phone security isn’t in question.” Tony reassured you all. Well, it reassured Sam and Bucky at least. 

“Um, what do you mean ‘work phone’?” You asked, looking around with a puzzled expression on your face. 

“You do have a burner phone for personal use, right?” Nat asked from beside you. Now your heart was located somewhere in your feet. 

“I didn’t know I needed one.” You whispered, barely contained horror edging its way into your voice. 

“Well, I mean what’s the worst that could be there?” Sam asked, trying to reassure you. Luckily, or unluckily enough, you didn’t have to answer that question because within the coming days they would all find out. 

After the meeting you tried to go about your normal routine and ignore the security breach as best as you could. That got considerably harder the following morning, when the hacker released your private conversations with your friends for all the world to see. They went something like this: 

Sarah: Do you think Steve Rogers is good in bed? 

You: Obviously, dumb question. 

Sarah: Do you think he’s kinky though? 

You: Oh 100%, no way he doesn’t have a secret sex dungeon or something. 

Sarah: Since you’re an Avenger now you should try to find out. 

You: HAHAHAHAHA that’s hilarious and something I’ll never do, in reality. But in theory PUT ME IN COACH! I bet he would probably make me sign an NDA and I would totally be down for that. 

Sarah: I’ll sign a DNR

You: HAA, I would sign the NDA but also have to tell you what’s happening and then I would make you sign an NDA. 

Sarah: Then you’re breaking the NDA??

You: Not if you don’t tell anyone goddamn be cool. 

Sarah: It’s the principle of the thing

You: ...I wonder what kind of dom he is

Sarah: Idk if he’s a daddy. He feels like a Sir or Master. I also think he doesn’t have soft limits, only hard limits.��

You: as much as I would like to think he’s a pleasure dom I don’t think that’s true

Sarah: I agree

You: Maybe a brat tamer? 

Sarah: That feels too tame for him. 

You: Okay so then just a no holds bard whipping dom. I would wait all day in his sex dungeon just to lick his boots when he came home. Does that make me depraved? Probably. 

Sarah: Possibly, I also think he’d degrade the shit out of you, like kinda pet play shit. I also think he has a spreader bar collection. Aaaand an overstimulation kink. 

You: Oh agreed, that and edging. I feel like he would edge you for hours and then leave to go on a mission or something and you’re not allowed to touch yourself and then he comes back hours later and you’re just aching for release. And then only after you’re BEGGING he would let you come. 

Sarah: Oof. How much do you wanna bet his dungeon is like a sensory deprivation thing? Think about it, hours upon hours of not having any form of relief, after begging nonstop, no real form of your senses and then BAM normal orgasm but heightened to the absolute max. 

You: YEP! I bet he’s like the king of aftercare though, like 1000/10 so sweet. Like Steve Rogers is legit such a nice human being so I assume aftercare is the same. 

Sarah: AYO SIR LEMME BE YOUR SUB

You: GOD FORREAL!

Needless to say, you did not leave your room that day. The next day you tried to get away with not leaving your room again but Nat was having none of that. 

“Come on Y/N, I promise it’s not that bad, I’ve said much worse.” She assured you as she practically dragged you out of your room and into the elevator. 

You buried your head in your hands and let out a frustrated scream. “He’s a coworker, Nat, and I totally objectified him and basically said all the filthy things I wanted him to do to me.” 

“And I bet he’s real flattered about it! The man needs a good ego boost every now and then.” She replied with a laugh. To which you responded with another frustrated scream and a kick to the elevator doors as they opened. “I bet he didn’t even read it, I doubt anyone on the team did.” She said, sounding certain in her own thinking. She half convinced you until you walked into the training room and every pair of eyes turned to you, including Steve’s baby blues. Fuck. 

“Okay we’re working in a group today people, focusing on enhanced individuals with external powers. Wanda and Y/N against Sam, Bucky, and Steve.” Nat announced, opening the door to the special training facility. So you and Wanda wouldn’t trash too much of Stark’s equipment with your powers. 

“Hey Y/N, you been to any good sex dungeouns recently? I’m looking for one.” Sam quipped as you made your way to the starting point. Before you could even think about what you were doing the smell of ozone was ripe in the air and you sent a bolt of lightning hurtling towards Sam who was barely able to dodge it in time. 

“Sorry...hand slipped.” You mock apologized, making it clear that you would have another ‘hand slip’ if he didn’t keep his mouth shut. He got the point well enough but the damage was already done. The tension was worse now than when you first found out about the breach, everyone trying not to bring up the elephant in the room. 

Nat cleared her throat and started her countdown and then the training began in earnest. After an hour you were all panting and sweating, utterly spent from your session. Steve passed everyone a water bottle and you took it gratefully, chugging the cool liquid in earnest. It was then that another comment was made, this time by Bucky. 

“Thanks for the aftercare daddy.” He mocked as he opened his own water bottle. Once again the smell of ozone was in the air but you didn’t have a chance to meet your target before Steve had Bucky pressed against the wall, his forearm digging into the other man’s throat. 

“That’s enough.” He growled through his teeth. Everyone was silent for a minute and you almost felt sorry for the deer in the headlights look Bucky was now wearing on his face, almost. A shower of frustrated sparks extinguished all the lights in the room as you stormed from the room, embarrassment trailing after you. 

That had been four hours ago and you hadn’t left your room, despite Natasha banging on the other side of your door. You had asked FRIDAY not to open it for anyone unless given your express permission. It seemed even the AI knew what kind of a mess you had landed yourself into, as she was immediately understanding of such a request. You were in the process of ordering a burner phone off of Amazon when there was a knock at your door. 

“Nat, I don’t care how many books you offer to buy me, I’m NOT coming out of this room.” You yelled into the empty space of your room. 

“Noted, but uh, it’s Steve. Can we talk?” You were at the door before he finished his sentence. You opened it no more than a crack, not courageous enough to do more. 

“I don’t wanna talk to you, I’m mortified.” You mumbled, looking down at your feet instead of the imposing figure outside of your door. Steve gently pushed on the door with his hand and you let him open it the rest of the way. He brought gentle fingers to your chin and tilted your head back so you were looking into his eyes. 

“There’s nothing to be mortified about, sweetheart. I just wanna talk.” He replied beseechingly. And maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the way he looked at you, but you relented and let him in, closing the door softly behind you. 

“Listen, I’m really sorry for what I said. I obviously never thought it would see the light of day but that’s not an excuse and doesn’t make it okay. Fuck, Steve I’m so sorry. I can get reassigned if you want, have SHIELD put me somewhere else.” You rattled off apologies and half baked plans before you felt his hands gently clasp your shoulders and once again you were forced to look up into his eyes which had gone saucer wide. 

“Doll what are you talking about? You don’t need to be reassigned, it's not that big of a deal.” He said, in an attempt to comfort you. 

“Not a big deal? I practically accused you of having a sex dungeon and being a mega dom.” You blurted out, mortification making your voice rise half an octave. 

He let out a soft sigh before he sat down on the edge of your bed, “It’s not like you were completely in the wrong.” He replied, and that’s when your brain short circuited. 

“What? You have a sex dungeon?” 

“Well, it’s not a dungeon, it's just my bedroom, but yes I do, partake in those types of things you described.” He explained, his voice as even and calm as if he were discussing the weather. 

“Oh.” Was all you could really bring yourself to say. 

“Oh? That’s all? I have to say you were much more articulate in your texts.” He teased, his voice suddenly becoming deeper and taking on an air of authority that wasn’t there a second ago. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” 

And again, maybe it was because of his tone or because of the absurdity of the situation you found yourself in but you answered him honestly. “I’m thinking I’m absolutely mortified that my coworker found out how badly I want him to fuck me.” 

“What else?” He prompted. You couldn’t breathe properly, he was taking all the air from the room and the intensity in his gaze pinned you to the spot, like an unsuspecting doe finding itself at the barrel of a gun. 

“I’m wondering how correct my predictions were. What kind of a dom you are.” 

“Would you like to find out?” 

“Yes.” You answered before you could think better of it. The second the word left your mouth your eyes went wide at the confession. Because you did want to find out, God did you want to find out what kind of shit Steve Rogers, the golden boy, was into. 

“Then we have ourselves a deal. You want to find out what I’m into and I want to show you.” 

“Right now?” You asked, breathless. You could feel your core ache at the suggestion, the want plain as day. 

He chuckled before he moved to stand before you. “No pretty girl, not yet.” He whispered, bringing his right hand up to cup your cheek and stroke his thumb across the expanse of your lips. “First we have to talk about a few things.” 

“Like what?” You questioned, completely enraptured by this man, finding yourself willing to submit to whatever he wanted you to. You were terrified by how much the prospect excited you. 

“Like exactly what you want me to do to you. Your texts were very...explicit. But, that may have just been talk. I need to know specifics if this is going to work.” Steve explained, backing you up until you hit your dresser. Without a word he lifted you on top of it and stood between your legs, one of his hands tracing absent minded patterns on your thigh. 

It was hard to think with him in such close proximity but you tried to clear your mind because you really wanted this, your mouth went dry at the thought. “I want...I want to be tied up. And I want to be blindfolded. And whipped.” It felt weird to lay your desires out plain before you like this. It made you feel exposed, but it was also oddly empowering. 

Steve nodded his head at your requests. “You mentioned something to your friend about edging and orgasm denial, is that something you still wanted to try?” 

“Yes, but not, not yet. I’ve never um, I haven’t- I’ve never been kinky with a partner.” You explained to him, feeling an embarrassing heat creeping up your face. 

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed, we all start somewhere.” Steve insisted, bringing his hands up to settle on your hips. “Anything else?” After you shook your head he gave you a nod in reassurance. “Okay, I’ll be in touch.” He said as he stepped away from you. 

That was three days ago and you hadn’t heard anything from him on the matter since. You had trained with him, went for a run with him, had the usual team meetings and exchanged the usual pleasantries but nothing out of the ordinary. You had even gone far enough in your wandering mind to think that maybe you imagined the whole interaction. 

On Friday, you were told that Steve had gone away on a mission and by that point the team was done teasing you about the leaked conversation, already having moved on to the next thing. You had made plans to go out with them that night to a community outreach thing in Manhattan. You had just gotten your jeans on when a piece of paper slid across your floor from the door. 

You walked over to it, thinking someone had just dropped their paper, when you saw what was written on the other side of it.

Text an excuse to Stark for the outreach and then come to my room. -SR 

Your heartbeat sped up to a gallop as you read the message through two more times, just to be certain. This was it, it was happening. With shaky fingers you texted Tony a flimsy excuse about draft reports you needed to finish before you put your phone back on your desk and calmly made your way to Steve’s room. 

You went to knock but found the door slightly ajar. Taking that as your cue you stepped into Steve Rogers room. While it wasn’t the first time you had been here, it was certainly a circumstance that you weren’t used to. Everything seemed...different somehow. The curtains were drawn and the only light came from dim overhead lighting. There was a faint scent of jasmine that you assumed came from a candle or incense burner you couldn’t see somewhere. On the bed, the sheets had been changed to something that looked like silk and resting on top was an eye mask and two long chords of rope. Which seemed innocuous enough, current circumstances notwithstanding. 

“Shut the door and lock it please.” A voice commanded from a shadow in the corner of the room. As soon as you locked the door Steve Rogers emerged from the shadows in an all black version of his Captain America suit. You had never seen him in such a suit before and the sight of him in it made your mouth water and your knees buckle. This was really happening. 

“I have to admit, when I read your text conversation I was surprised to say the least. I didn’t know how many dirty thoughts resided in that head of yours but you did not disappoint, did you sweetheart?” He questioned as he made his way over to where you stood, rooted to your spot by the door. He gently pressed against your shoulder and you followed his lead, letting him back you against the door, his strong hands landing on either side of your head, arms caging you in. “And then when we spoke, you were /very/ specific in what you wanted and I am nothing if not obliging, you’ll find.” He whispered into your ear and you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped your mouth at the implication behind his words. 

“Are you ready to be my good girl? Hmm sweetheart?” 

“Yes Steve.” You whispered, your mind not being able to form anything other than those words. 

He made a slight tsking sound. “In here, don’t call me Steve. It’s Captain. Got it?” 

“Yes Captain.” You replied obediently. 

“Good girl, now get undressed for me.” He commanded, stepping back to give you room to complete his task. With nervous fingers you lifted your shirt above your head and undid the clasp on your bra. You watched as Steve’s eyes took in your exposed top half, he licked his lips which made you shiver in turn. Confidence growing by his visible excitement you unbuttoned your jeans and slipped them down your legs along with your panties, until you were gloriously naked before him. 

“God, you're so beautiful sweetheart. I’m already getting hard and all you’ve done is get undressed.” He praised you as he palmed himself through his tac pants. “Come here pretty girl.” He insisted as he picked up the blindfold. 

You walked over to him and turned around as he secured the blindfold against your eyes and tied it for you. “Now, we’re gonna use a color system, okay? Green means you’re okay to keep going, Yellow means to slow down, and Red means stop. Can you remember that doll?” 

“Yes Captain.” You murmured as you adjusted to not being able to see. You tuned into your other senses to rely on what was happening. You felt Steve take your hand and walk you over until you reached the side of the bed. He helped you up before asking you to lay down on your back. 

“Okay pretty girl I’m gonna tie you up now.” He told you as you felt both of his hands take your left arm and maneuver it above your head before securing your wrist in place with rope. He pressed a gentle kiss to the spot before repeating the process with your other arm. “How do you feel sweetheart?” 

“Good Captain, I feel good.” You told him as your heartbeat kicked up another notch. You felt him take your left leg with gentle fingers and tie your ankle to the baseboard of the bed. You gasped as he secured your right ankle, knowing you were now naked and spread bare before him. You felt the bed dip as he kneeled over you and brought his mouth down to whisper in your ear. 

“What’s your color baby?” 

“Green.” You replied. Almost immediately you felt his lips press against yours, desperate and hungry for you. You kissed back with a fervor you didn’t know you possessed. It was a strange sensation, kissing someone you couldn’t touch let alone see, but that didn’t make it unpleasant. You felt blissfully detached from your body and the need raced down to your pussy until you had the sudden urge to close your legs and hide your arousal. 

Steve chuckled against your mouth as his left hand snaked down to see what you were trying in vain to hide. “So eager for me and we’ve hardly started” He lazily swiped his fingers along your folds to feel the wetness that gathered there. He then brought the same hand up to your breast and worked your juices around your nipple, making you groan at the sheer wantonness of it all. Steve happily swallowed your groan with his mouth, his tongue taking the opportunity to pass your lips. 

You fervently kissed him back as his ministrations against your nipple continued. His lips left yours and left a trail of hot kisses down your throat and over to your neglected right nipple. You felt him blow cold air on it and your back bowed against the bed, your arms straining against the restraints. He scraped his teeth against your sensitive bud and you couldn’t help the noises that escaped your mouth. 

“Oh fuck, Captain.” You let out as he took your nipple into his mouth. You could feel his left hand leave your nipple and you let out a whine of protest. He only laughed against your skin before you heard the faint opening of a drawer. Your ears picked up the sound of him rummaging around for something but you couldn’t focus too much on that as the rest of your body was alight with fire as he continued to work on your nipple with his mouth. He finally found what he was looking for in the drawer and he released your nipple with a wet popping sound before you felt his weight shift and he removed himself from you. 

“You mentioned something about being whipped.” He teased, and you could hear that his own arousal had made his voice hoarse. Your cunt throbbed in response. “Do you know what a flogger is pretty girl?” 

“Yes Captain.” You replied from your position on the bed. Your mouth went dry at the mental image you had of Steve in his black tac suit with a flogger in hand. How would he use it on you? Would it hurt? Be pleasant? The anticipation was eating you up in the best of ways. 

“Good girl. We’re gonna do some counting. Since this is your first time we won’t do too many, just ten. But you have to count them pretty girl. If you forget, or lose count, we start over. Do you understand?” 

Oh fuck. “Yes Captain.” You heard him chuckle from somewhere above you before you heard the whoosh of the flogger and the sensation on your skin. You gasped as the leather straps came down hard against your left nipple. “One.” The second one came down against your right nipple and you found that your pussy clenched around nothing. “Two.” 

Numbers three, four, and five were placed on your nipples and your stomach.

“Halfway there pretty girl, you’re doing so well.” Steve’s voice came from somewhere around you. A thin layer of sweat had broken out over your skin and your arousal was through the roof. You found yourself panting in anticipation of the next strike. It came, the leather striking against your dripping center and you let out a gasp as your back arched off of the silk sheets. “Six” 

“Oh you liked that one didn’t you sweetheart?” Steve teased. 

“Yes Captain.” You replied breathlessly. Number seven came in the same spot and another lewd sound left your mouth as the flogger found its spot. Numbers eight and nine he placed on the sensitive insides of your thighs. 

“Last one pretty girl. You’ve taken it so well I’ll let you decide where this last one goes.” 

“Hit my pussy again, please, I want it so bad Captain.” You practically pleaded. Under any other circumstances you would’ve been ashamed at how pathetic you sounded but you didn’t care. Steve Rogers was doing depraved things to you and you couldn’t think straight. You just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing, to take all of you, every tiny nook and cranny of your being until he knew your pleasures like the back of his hand. 

“Such a needy girl, maybe after the flogger I’ll give you a reward.” He replied, sounding pleased with you, before he placed the tenth and final flog against your aching core. “God you look so sexy like this, blindfolded and tied to my bed, maybe I should leave you here as my own personal fucktoy, would you like that baby?” He asked as he inserted two fingers into your mouth. 

You mumbled your response against the digits, your pussy getting wetter at the thought of him using you like that. You were only half kidding when you had texted your friend about it but now, with your arousal so strong, it sounded more and more enticing. Steve removed his fingers from your mouth and brought them down to your sensitive center, rubbing them up and down your slit before inserting them into your slick heat. You gasped at the intrusion and felt your hips buck up in response to being filled. 

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he began to pump them at a leisurely pace. You felt him make his way down your body to nestle himself between your spread legs and then his hot breath was fanning out over your cunt as his fingers continued to fuck you. “You look so good, pretty girl. Spread open for me like my own personal feast. God you’re so wet. I guess you like to be flogged.” He spoke, the filthy words that left his lips making you wetter than you already were. Without warning he brought his tongue to you and kitten licked your clit, sending a shockwave through your system. 

He took your clit in his mouth and sucked as he continued to work you with his fingers. You fruitlessly tugged against your restraints and bucked your hips in an attempt to get the friction you so desperately needed. 

“God sweetheart you taste better than I imagined.” Steve commented as his tongue lapped up your juices. “I bet I’ll be able to taste you on my tongue for a week.” 

“Fuck, Captain, please can I cum?” You begged, tears wetting the inside of your mask from the intensity of your session. 

“Come for me baby, let me feel you come on my fingers.” Steve commanded and that was your undoing. The knot that had been building inside of you was finally released and you came loudy around his fingers. You felt him lick you through the aftershocks. 

“Talk to me, pretty girl, how are you feeling?” Steve questioned, voice hot once again by your ear. His suit gently pressing against your overstimulated skin. “Give me a color.” He asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your jawline. 

“I’m good Captain, still Green.” You responded, coming down from your orgasm. 

“Such a good girl for your Captain. You’re doin’ so well pretty girl.” He said as he left the bed. You weren’t sure where he went until you felt his dexterous fingers undoing the ropes on your left leg. “I’m undoing the leg ropes first. And then I’m going to fuck you senseless like I’ve been wanting to do since I saw those damn text messages.” Your spent cunt clenched around nothing, as you eagerly waited for him to undo the other leg restraint. You could hear him undo the many zippers and clasps on his tac suit until the bed dipped and he was once again between your legs. 

This time skin met skin as you felt his upper thighs press between yours as he brought himself closer to you still. You felt the tip of his cock slide between your wet folds before slipping inside. The breath was stolen from your lungs at the feel of him sinking into your waiting cunt. A low moan left your mouth as you felt every perfect inch of him spreading you until he bottomed out and his hips nestled perfectly against your own. 

You felt his forehead press against your own. “Fuck you feel perfect, you know that pretty girl? My perfect little pussy.” He breathed against your mouth as he let you adjust to him. He retracted himself from you fully before swiftly filling you up again. Any noise you may have made was swallowed as he kissed you with a hunger you didn’t think was possible. What started as a slow rhythm quickly changed until he was snapping into you with a fervor akin to a madman. 

Your hips eagerly met his thrusts and soon your combined pants and skin slapping filled the room. Still blindfolded, you felt the moment his hand wrapped around your neck and squeezed just so. That had your walls flutter around him and your hips stuttered. 

“Oh you like that don’t you? You like when I choke you huh pretty girl?” He asked eagerly, his voice husky from moaning. 

“Yes, fuck, please Captain, fuck me.” You rasped out. You grunted as he brought his other hand down to press your hips into the mattress before he slammed into you at a relentless pace. Eventually, his hand left your throat to play with your bundle of nerves. 

“Come on pretty girl. Come for me.” He ordered and you were only too happy to comply. You came hard around him, enough that you saw stars behind the blindfold and Steve let out a string of curses and praises for you as he pulled out of you and you felt his cum paint your stomach. 

You had a moment to catch your breath as you heard Steve pad over to what you assumed was the bathroom. He came back and placed a warm washcloth against your skin, cleaning up the combined mess you both made. Then you felt his hands move up to untie the blindfold around your eyes. You squinted into the low light of the room and were shocked to see Steve bare chested and glistening with sweat before you. 

“Hi.” You murmured shyly, finding that some of your confidence had left you along with the blindfold. Seeing him like this, because of you, because of what you had done, somehow cemented this moment in reality. There was no turning back now. 

“Hi yourself, how do you feel?” He asked as he undid the ropes around your wrists. 

“I um wow, I feel great.” You said and realized it was true. In the afterglow of the scene you felt amazing. Sexy and empowered and utterly spent but undeniably amazing. 

“You did great.” Steve assured you as he took lotion into his hands and massaged the areas on your wrists and ankles where the ropes had been. He placed a gentle kiss on each palm when he was done and went to get you a glass of water. “Drink all of this.” 

You took the glass from his hands and drank deep. Appreciating the cool feeling of the water as it slid down the column of your throat, you didn’t realize how thirsty you had become. You finished the glass and handed it back to Steve, who placed it on one of his bedside tables. 

“Good girl.” He praised and you felt yourself blush in response. He noticed. “Do you like being praised, sweetheart?” 

“Yes Captain.” You nodded. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied as he helped you into one of his shirts and placed you underneath the covers. He rested beside you and wrapped you in his strong arms. “You did so well today for your first time. It wasn’t too much for you was it?” 

“No, I really liked it.” You reassured him. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead with a promise to discuss it more after you slept some.

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers fanfic #mcu fanfic #avengers fanfic #reader insert

[maneskinrollercoaster]

~ We’re Everything To Each Other That We Ever Needed ~

Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Chiara Russo (fictional character)

Word count: 2625

Warnings: very detailed smut, swearing

Summary: Ethan finds his soulmate.

She was sitting at the bar dressed in a black tight satin dress revealing her tattooed skin. Her hair were brown, long and curly. Black smokey makeup emphasized her beautiful dark brown eyes. Red lipstick made her lips look full and plumpy. Her cheeks slightly pink. She looked stunning.

- Girl, it’s so good to see you! I’m so glad you came! - Victoria said excited reaching Chiara at the bar.

- Oh my god Vic, hey! You look gorgeous! - she said hugging Vic.

- Let’s go, they’re all waiting for us. - said Vic grabbing Chiara’s hand and pulling her towards a group of people sitting in the corner of the pub.

Victoria along with Thomas, Ethan and Damiano decided to go celebrate the wrap on their new album Teatro D’Ira. She thought it’s a good idea to invite Chiara since they were friends for a while and introduce her to her band mates. They met spontaneously in a plane to Rome and for the whole flight they managed to get along with each other pretty well. When they arrived in the airport they exchanged numbers and became good friends.

- Guys! Meet Chiara, she’s the girl from the plane I told you about! - Vic said when they reached the table.

The second Ethan laid his eyes on her, he immediately felt his heartbeat going faster. She was gorgeous, probably the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Her lips were full, eyes soft and cheeks covered in cute little freckles, not even mentioning her body, perfectly wrapped in a black dress. Ethan was intimidated but he couldn’t stop looking at her.

- Hey girl, nice to meet you, your tattoos are dope! - said a girl with black hair, she also had a lot of tattoos on her arms. She stood up and hugged Chiara. - I’m Giorgia - she said with a smile.

- Heyy, it’s so nice to meet you! - said Chiara sending Giorgia a warm smile.

Chiara looked around and saw three boys. The first one had slightly long dark brown hair and dark eyes, also a lot of tattoos. He was dressed in black jean shorts, black leather jacket revealing his bare torso and black Dr. Martens. Red choker on his neck.

- I’m Damiano, this is Thomas and that is Ethan. - said the tattooed boy and pointed on the other two introducing them.

Ethan. He immediately caught her attention with his long dark brown hair. He was wearing black tight jeans, black boots and red satin shirt. He looked really attractive. His jawline was sharp and his gaze was slightly intimidating. Chiara found him really handsome.

- Ciao, Chiara - said Thomas and Ethan bowed his head and smiled to her gently.

- It’s really nice to meet all of you. - Chiara said smiling.

- Okey all of u, treat her like your sister, she’s amazing! - Vic laughed - Now, let’s get you something to drink. - she said pushing Chiara on the leather couch next to Ethan and Thomas and walking away to the bar.

***

The night was going well. Chiara talked a lot with Ethan who turned out to be really polite and gentle. He held his hand on her back and was smiling to her all the time. He was a bit shy and Chiara found that intriguing since she wasn’t a quiet kind of person at all. She was spontaneous, open for all the people, happy and smiley all the time and positive about everything. Ethan on the other hand was rather quiet than loud and mysterious at some point. He didn’t like big crowds, he was shy with meeting new people and preferred to stay alone at home or with his closest friends. Chiara was surprised that someone with such an introverted personality could be a crazy drummer of a rock band but she thought it was kinda cute. From their conversations Chiara saw that Ethan was very smart and responsible and she couldn’t get her eyes off of him when he was telling her about the way he first saw drums and immediately fell in love with them.

- So you write music? - Ethan asked Chiara lighting up a cigarette.

They went out to the little garden outside the pub to breathe some fresh air and take a break from all the loud music and scent of alcohol.

- I used to write lyrics yes, I started when I was 16, there was a lot going on in my mind and I didn’t really know where to put all my emotions so I started writing songs. - Chiara said, remembering all the words written on the paper at 3 am in a hotel room when she had nowhere to go and no one to talk to.

- Maybe you’ll show me sometime. - he looked at her smiling gently

- Maybe, I’ll think about it if you share a cigarette with me - she laughed, poking his arm jokingly.

- Oh, you smoke? - he asked, raising his eyebrows.

- Surprised? - She said, sitting at the bench near the tree.

- Yes, I didn’t really expect you to smoke, but here, let’s share - he said blushing.

Ethan was looking at her closely when she wrapped her lips around a cigarette and inhaled the smoke. He was mesmerized. He didn’t know if it was from the alcohol that he drank but she was turning him on with every possible meaning of this word. He found it hard not to look at her when she opened her mouth to let the smoke out. She was seductive but on the other hand sweet and kind and he didn’t know if he wanted to kiss her gently or take her to the bathroom and tear her dress off from her body.

- Let’s go inside, Vic is going to get nuts - Chiara laughed finishing the cigarette, grabbing Ethan’s hand and pulling him towards the entrance.

*a few months later*

Their friendship wasn’t like any other you would see. Honestly, they both didn’t know what they were to each other. They spent every minute together, they laughed, they cried, they argued, they kissed occasionally, but both of them couldn’t figure out what they felt towards each other. Ethan cared for her like for his little sister, he supported her in good and bad and he did everything to make her happy, but sometimes when they were alone in the house they were completely crazy about each other and they couldn’t stand a minute without kissing or touching. He couldn’t stand her having a friendship with other boys and she always scared off every girl who was trying to get to know him. Chiara knew that something was between them, she felt this special bond, connection that she’s never felt with anyone. He understood her in every way possible, he saw her flaws, her imperfections and he still managed to make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. They talked many times about their unique friendship but in the end they both didn’t know how to name it.

- Hey, amore mio, what are you doing here alone? - Chiara stepped inside Ethan’s hotel room.

It was the night Måneskin won Eurovision and all of them decided to go to hotel’s private club and celebrate their huge success. They were all having fun, dancing to their own songs, taking pictures and crying from all the happiness. After a while though Chiara noticed that Ethan was nowhere to be found and she got worried so she went to find him. She knew he didn’t like too much partying but since it was such a success she thought he will want to celebrate all night.

- I was so overwhelmed with all the feelings, I needed to be alone for some time. - he said peacefully laying on the bed.

- Do you want me to leave? I can come back in some minutes - she said, standing in front of him and sending him reassuring smile.

- No, no. - he said - Come here - he held out his hand to her suggesting that she should lay down next to him.

She took off her heels and laid down in his arms, putting her head on his chest.

- Are you good? - she asked, stroking his chest with her palm.

- Yes, amore, don’t worry. - he said kissing her forehead.

- I was just surprised you went so fast, I thought you’d want to celebrate all night, I mean, winning Eurovision is a huge success - Chiara said looking up at him.

- It’s not like I’m not happy - he chuckled - I was just overwhelmed and I felt a bit lonely to be honest, when they all were hugging each other and congratulating everyone I was going through everything by myself. Yes, you were there with me but I mean Vic, Thomas and Damiano, they were all crying together and hugging and everything and it looked like they completely forgot about me. - Ethan said with some sadness in his eyes.

Chiara’s heart ached. She didn’t know Ethan felt lonely, she would never think he would feel like they forgot about him. Her eyes got teary, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

- My babe, I’m so sorry. - she whispered into his ear. - I didn’t know you feel that way. - she pressed her face to his neck hugging him even tighter.

- Don’t worry, Chi, it’s all good, they probably didn’t do it on purpose - Ethan said stroking her hair with his fingers.

She pulled away and looked at him. He was stunning. She slowly leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. She knew he needed her to be there for him and make him forget about all the misunderstanding. Ethan smiled to her and pulled her to another kiss. That one was more passionate, messy. He grabbed her back and pressed her body closer to him, cupping her cheek with his hand.

Ethan started slowly pulling down the straps of Chiara’s dress and she started unbuttoning his shirt. She sat on his lap and wrapped her legs around his hips. He grabbed her neck and squeezed it a little, then he pulled down the zipper on her back and her dress fell down revealing her naked breasts. She pulled him closer and took of his shirt throwing it somewhere on the floor. She put her palms on his chest and then went down on his stomach. He let out a quiet moan and she looked at him chuckling, but with so much desire in her eyes. They were both looking at each other for a second and then Chiara started unzipping Ethan’s pants. He stopped her though pulling her closer to him. He kissed her cheek and after a second pushed her lightly off of him and stood up standing in front of the bed. She sat down, opening her legs so he could stand in front of her. She looked up at him, touched his stomach and went lower slowly, pulling down his pants along with his boxers. She sighed when she looked at his erection. Ethan gently pushed Chiara back on the bed and pulled down her dress. He started kissing her neck and she let out a loud moan. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and started tugging them. Ethan went lower and lower with the kisses and Chiara looked at him with her mouth slightly opened. He grabbed her lace thongs with his teeth and slowly pulled them off.

- Ethan.. - Chiara moaned throwing back her head on the bed.

He then grabbed her thighs and started kissing her up and down. She felt overwhelmed. So much pleasure went through her body and her blood was boiling in her veins. He licked her up and looked right into her eyes, checking if she’s okey. She couldn’t stand him playing with her like that so she grabbed his neck and pulled him up. He was right in between her thighs. She kissed him desperately and stroked his cheek.

- Please, fuck me. - Chiara said looking deeply into Ethan’s eyes and he couldn’t believe his ears.

He pushed her on the bed, turned her around so she was kneeling in front of him from behind. He grabbed her hips and slowly but gently placed his erection in front of her entrance. She could feel his tip inside her and when he thrusted himself all the way in, she moaned loudly from pleasure.

- Are you okey, amore? - he asked politely leaning in to her ear.

- Yes.. - she moaned.

He then started going in and out a bit faster but still gently so she could adjust to his size. He let out a deep moan and grabbed her neck squeezing it firmly.

- Ethan.. oh fuck - Chiara moaned grabbing the sheets.

- You’re so fucking gorgeous - he sighed, harshly squeezing her hips.

They were moaning each other’s names and Ethan’s pace went faster with every thrust. They were both in heaven. Suddenly Ethan grabbed Chiara’s neck and pulled her up. They were both on their knees, her back pressed to Ethan’s chest, her head laying lightly on his shoulder when he was thrusting inside her even harder. He could feel her walls slowly clenching around him and he was also close to reach his orgasm. Chiara could feel his erection twitching inside her. She grabbed his arm for support and she knew she’s gonna reach her climax any minute now.

- I’m close - she moaned loudly.

- Me too - Ethan sighed wrapping his one arm around Chiara’s waist and the second grabbing her face and kissing her. She bit his lip and pulled away moaning.

They were all sweaty and desperate. The only thing that could be heard in the room were their moans and a sound of their skin hitting against each other. Chiara was moaning Ethan’s name without stopping and he was whispering dirty words into her ear. And suddenly they both felt everything collapsing, they came together, moaning each other’s names. Chiara’s walls clenched around Ethan’s erection and she felt his warm sperm spreading inside her. Ethan pushed her gently down on the bed and thrusted inside her a few more times before pulling out.

They both collapsed on the bed next to each other, holding hands and breathing heavily. Ethan wrapped his arm around Chiara’s waist and pulled her close to him, hugging her tightly. She pressed her face to his neck and put her hand on his chest, wrapping her leg around his hips. They were laying like that for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other’s embrace.

- Ethan? - she asked quietly.

- Yes Chi?

- What are we? - she asked, drawing circles with her fingers on his chest.

- We’re eternal lovers, amore. We’re soulmates. We’re everything to each other that we ever needed. - he said kissing her forehead. - And I’m sure of one thing now, Chiara. I love you more than this world has ever seen. - he said.

She looked up at him shocked that he actually just said that. He was smiling widely, pure happiness in his eyes.

- I love you too, Ethan. More than you could ever imagine.

She laid back on his neck still drawing circles on his chest. For the first time in a long time they were both sure about each other and happier than they’ve ever been before.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tag list: [ @teenyweenynightghost ]

#damiano david #ethan torchio #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #italy #maneskin #måneskin #i wanna be your slave #torna a casa #zitti e buoni #drummer #vocalist #bassist #guitarist #ethan torchio fanfiction #ethan torchio smut #ethan torchio one shot #one shot #fanfic #only fans #smut

[yannowhatigiveup]

My One And Only - Chapter 10

Previous | Next

I might post this one shot I’m writing later. I really need to work on my angst but I just can’t bring myself to write it. I just love fluffity fluff Because... it’s fluff, my heart go melt. Also we’re starting to get into the longer chapters now, yAY

"So?" Alya asked. "Can you tell me?"

Marinette nodded. "So um, his name is D-Damian"

————————————————————

Marinette excused herself to go to the bathroom while Alya said she would wait for her by the school's entrance. Marinette already told her about her encounter with Damian and her crush on him too which Alya found to be sweet. Then she noticed Nino and Adrien enter.

"Hey Adrien is it ok if I steal Nino for a few minutes?" She asked.

"Sure go ahead" Adrien answered, amused.

"Thanks" she said while grabbing Nino's arm and dragging him away. "I did it" she whispered to him.

"Did what?"

"I found out who Mari's crush is! But I ain't telling"

"Whaaaat why not?" Nino pouted teasingly.

"I'll tell you when they get together" she kissed him on the cheek "You can go back to Adrien now. See ya!" She went back to the locker room where Marinette was waiting.

"Hey do you wanna join us later?" Marinette asked. "We're just gonna go for a walk around Paris"

"If you want me to" Alya replied with a smug face. 'But I don't want to invade the bubble you two will be in'

~~~

Damian was in his hotel room using a make shift punching bag when the sky became dark. He took down his homemade punching bag and took a look outside. The sky wasn't really the clear but it wasn't that dark either. The clouds became jet-black and shot large bolts of electric lightning. Damian took a step back as he notice a figure floating in the sky, shooting lightning bolts from her parasol. He decided to go into the roof of the hotel to get a better look. He remained in the shadows while watching the girl wreaking havoc. 'Is this what Angel meant?'. He was dumbfounded by how powerful this villain was but then he remembered magic was involved, magic was always powerful. Then the villain floated towards the hotel.

"Where is Chloe Bourgeois!?" The villain shouted, mainly to herself. Then Damian noticed a glowing butterfly mask appear on the akumatized villain. "Yes, Hawkmoth?"

'Hawkmoth...' Damian spat the name in his mouth. He disliked this man, such cowardice for targeting younger ones like he did.

"Don't worry Hawkmoth, they'll be here. I'm too big of a threat to ignore" the girl praised herself and as if it were a word of command, A boy in a black cat suit appeared. 'That must be Chat Noir'

"Back again huh Ice Queen?" The cat-themed superhero teased.

"My name is not Ice Queen! It's Stormy Weather!" She shouted back.

"For an ice queen, you really need to cool down" he fired back. Then the girl used her parasol to conjure a massive gust of wind but Chat Noir dodged it. Then Damian watched as a spotted yo-yo wrapped around Chat Noir and dragged him away. Damian then could've sworn he heard the sound of a flute but he didn't think anything of it when Chat Noir returned, this time with a spotted hero and a fox themed hero. 'Ladybug and...Rena Rouge I suppose'.

Stormy Weather then took a fighting stance only to have her eyes covered with a towel by a figure behind. 'That's....Ladybug but how-' Damian inwardly sighed. 'Magic I suppose'. He watched as the fake Ladybug disappeared while the real Ladybug grabbed the girl's parasol and smash it in half, intrigued to see a purple butterfly, fly out of the umbrella. Damian watched as Ladybug had snatched the butterfly into her yo-yo and then proceeded to 'de-evilise' it, as what Marinette said. He kept observing them. He watched in awe as Ladybug took the spotted towel used the cover Stormy Weather's eyes and threw it in the sky, many magical butterflies emerging and fixing everything that was damaged. From the sky to the nearby buildings. After they defeated the villain, they fist bumped and then Chat Noir took the now normal girl back to where she came from. Then Ladybug took Rena Rouge and they travelled in the opposite direction.

Now thinking it was safe to come out, Damian approached from the dark and went back to his hotel room via stairs. As he locked the door to his hotel room he realised something he had not noticed before, they all had a different specialized weapon. "How could I not have noticed that before?" He muttered to himself. He played through his memories. 'Ladybug has a Yo-yo, The cat had a retractable staff and Rena had...a flute was it?'. He decided to write some of this down in Arabic that way no one would know what it said even if they were to find the note. He dedicated the rest of his time researching the heroes.

~~~

"Alya" Marinette whined. "It's not a date"

"Even if it wasn't, I still gotta make sure you look good" Alya styled her best friends's hair into a bun with a few strands loose on either side of her face. The outfit she chose for Marinette was an ivory turtleneck sweater dress with brown knee-high boots, all MDC originals of course. The thing is, Alya still didn't know that Marinette was MDC. She hadn't told her yet so convincing her best friend that all these clothes were 'thank you gifts' was difficult to say the least. When Marinette looked at herself in the mirror she let out a tiny audible gasp. She looked great if she said so herself. "What did I tell you? You're best friend knows what looks good on you" Alya said proudly while patting herself on the back.

"Yeah, you did great" Marinette giggled. "Now come on let's go!" She grabbed her best friend's arm and dragged her to where they agreed to meet Damian.

Alya wasn't sure what she was expecting but it definitely wasn't what she saw. In the distance she saw a tall, muscular and handsome man. She wasn't attracted to him, in fact, the neutral scowl on his face was enough to send fear up her spine. Alya wasn't sure if this man was safe to be around, or if it was even Damian for that matter but the bright sparkle in Marinette's eye when spotting him confirmed that this was indeed Damian. Alya watched astounded as the once threatening scowl on his face turned into a naturally soft smile the moment his eyes spotted her best friend. 'This guy is totally in love with Mari. And I'm here for it'

When Damian noticed Marinette with a girl, 'Césaire probably', he smiled and walked up to them. "Hello Angel, nice to see you" he said in French. He turned to the other girl "Damian , nice to meet you" he said again in French while holding his hand out for a handshake.

"Alya, Alya Césaire" Marinette's best friend said while returning the handshake.

Marinette's eyes were bright when Alya and Damian had introduced themselves "So now that we're here, what should we do?"

"Didn't you say that you needed fabric for your designs?" Alya asked.

"Yeah b-"

"In that case we should go shop for the fabric needed" Damian replied.

"That's nice of you guys but we don't have too-"

"Come one I know a few shops!" Alya grabbed Marinette's hand and dragged her to the fabric shops in the area with great reviews without allowing her to protest. Damian tagged right behind, smiling at the two best friend's interaction. Alya then took the time to whisper into her best friend's ear. "He called you Angel" she said with smirk on her face.

"I-it's just a nickname" Marinette stuttered as she felt her face become hot. Alya playfully rolled her eyes while leading the bluenette to one of the best fabric shops in Paris with Damian in tow.

In the end they bought Marinette three different rolls of fabric. Damian was the one who paid, though it took a long time arguing before Marinette finally backed down. She was the one who wanted to pay but Damian kept insisting he should pay. He had also offered to carry all the rolls of fabric, not that he needed to ask because he carried them anyway, ignoring Alya and Marinette's protests. Soon they arrived at her parents' bakery and they met a surprised Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain, they were mostly surprised at the boy who could carry three rolls of fabric single-handedly and look as if he could carry more. They watched, amused, as their daughter and this boy argued back and forth. Marinette saying that she could carry the rolls of fabric to her room by herself and the boy saying that he could carry it by himself. The argument didn't even last a minute before they came to a conclusion; Marinette would take one of the rolls while the boy would bring the other two. When they both left to go to Marinette's room, Alya answered a question that was in both the parents' head.

"His name is Damian" Alya said. "Marinette says he's an exchange student from the US"

"The US?" Tom said confused. "I thought he could've been from Bordeaux, there wasn't a hint of an accent'

"He must have been studying French for a long time" Sabine said, quite impressed.

Alya nodded. "Marinette's known him for a while, I just met him today and he's very smart"

Then both Marinette and Damian came downstairs. "Maman, Papa I'm going with Alya to make sure she gets hom-"

"I can go by myself it's fine" Alya interrupted. 'You and Damian need some time alone!' She inwardly smirked.

"Then I'll make sure Damian goes home" Marinette said without hesitation. They both said their goodbyes and walked out, leaving Alya and Marinette's parents.

"He's good husband material" Sabine said the moment her daughter and the boy left. Both Alya and Tom chuckled while nodding. Then when Alya turned to leave, Sabine and Tom went back to decorating some cupcakes.

~~~

Adrien kept looking through all the fan-mail he got, it was a lot but he wanted to read each and every one of them so that his fans knew he cared. But there was still something at the back of his mind, something nagging him. It was about when Plagg went to talk with Tikki about what he described as 'Kwami Business'. Adrien knew it was private conversations between kwamis but he could help but be curious as when Plagg had asked for permission to go, he was much more serious than he probably has been his entire life. "Plagg"

"Yeah Adrien?" The kwami replied, biting his aged Camembert.

"The day you went to talk with Tikki, what did you have to talk about?" Adrien watched as Plagg stiffened. Surprisingly, he put his cheese aside. 'Uh oh, this must be serious'

Plagg sighed, "It about the side effects of the miraculous"

"Side effects?" Now he was getting worried.

"The side effects only a true miraculous holder could get" Plagg mumbled hesitantly.

———

Taglist: @little-bluestar, @miracleofadisaster, @frieddonutsweets, @jjmjjktth, @genderfluidmoma, @starlitdreaming, @icerosecrystal, @lolieg

#daminette #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #maribat #damianette #maridami #mlb x dc #ml x dc

[novelconcepts]

hey! i love your work - i've been reading every single one of your fics on ao3 since the blessed day i found you here <3 I know it might seem a bit out of character but what do you think jealousy would look like for Dani and Jamie?

It’s not jealousy, exactly. Jealousy is an ugly word, prompted by the belief that your person is, in fact, drifting--or that you are, in fact, not all there to hold their focus.

Which, admittedly, Dani isn’t. All there. Not all the time. But she still wouldn’t call this jealousy. Jealousy was Eddie’s arm tightening around her shoulders at the movie theater. Jealousy was her mother’s eyes darkening whenever a woman was too polite to her father as he ordered drinks. Jealousy was whatever kept Peter Quint locked to the Bly grounds, his fists tight around Rebecca Jessel’s desire to be better, even in death. 

Jealousy is ugly. This is not jealousy. This is...

Casual amusement. 

“So,” Jamie is saying, leaning against the counter and pointing to a brochure. “These are the most popular options for a wedding arrangement. You said you don’t want roses?”

“Tacky,” the bride says, her nose wrinkled. She’s probably in her early twenties, Dani gauges, and seems tailor-made for big, sprawling events like a wedding. Even the way she walks is orderly, her heels clacking, her body following a straight line from flower to counter and back as she speaks. 

The bride isn’t really the person Dani has been watching, all things considered. The bride knows exactly where she is, what she wants, how she’d like them to fall in line for her special day. 

It’s the other one. The maid of honor, who appears by all indication--jawline, hair color, similar smile--to be the bride’s sister. Maybe twenty-five, maybe a little older. Pretty, as these things go, though not exactly Dani’s type. 

Dani doesn’t seem to be her type, either, from the way her eyes drag up Jamie’s frame and linger around her lips. 

If Jamie has noticed any of this--the way this woman is quite literally attempting to phase through the counter to where Jamie is standing--she’s doing a remarkable job of not showing it. Her eyes sweep from bride to book and back again as she keeps up a steady stream of conversation primarily intended to keep the customer talking. Jamie’s method of finding exactly what a person is looking for is very similar to her method of living with Dani: coax them into talking about themselves, about their day, about what they like and don’t like, and piece the rest quietly together. 

She’s so busy listening, she seems to miss altogether the way the maid of honor reaches across the counter and drifts a hand close to Jamie’s. “What would you pick, for your big day?”

Jamie smiles, and though her gaze does not cut to Dani, there’s something about the way she leans back and bumps Dani’s ankle with the heel of one boot that says it all. “Haven’t really thought about it, if I’m honest. Not really the white-wedding type.”

“What type are you?” the woman asks hopefully. Dani swallows a snort. Jamie only smiles. 

“Quiet, I think. Private.”

The woman chews this over, letting her fingers sneak closer to Jamie’s hand. Jamie, politely, retrieves her own fingers before contact can be made, her attention sliding seamlessly back to the task at hand.

“So. You’re thinking how many smaller arrangements, for the tables?”

Dani is not watching the maid of honor out of true jealousy, so much as curious interest. The world is changing around them a little more every year, celebrities beginning to come out as politicians bat around the legality of love they don’t understand, and things are...improving. Cautiously, she suspects things will continue to improve, that there might one day be a time where she’ll be able to take Jamie’s hand in a public restaurant. Kiss Jamie in a movie theater. Love Jamie in some way resembling acceptable for the eyes of strangers. 

Even then, even in a world where no one cares, she can't imagine the bravado of this woman. The sheer strength of will it takes for a strange woman to meet Jamie as she steps around the counter to show them out, her hand sliding up Jamie’s arm in a fashion not remotely professional. Her voice is soft as she leans in toward Jamie’s ear, her smile predatory. 

Dani watches with curious interest, and if there is something small--a ghost of anger, a ghost of sudden sharp heat in her stomach like a fist tightening--it is nothing. It is irrelevant. Jamie is her own person, is completely welcome to whatever interactions come her way. Jamie, she reminds that part of her which sometimes feels nothing like her at all, loves her. 

Loves you, that little part murmurs, but can’t have you. Not all of you. Not the way this woman gets her husband, forever, with a ring, and a party, and a white dress--

Jamie is stepping away from the woman, a slow roll back to match the tense smile on her lips. The woman’s face is darkening, something unpleasant in her gaze when it swings to find Dani. Jamie raises a hand, waves goodbye, allows them to round the corner before she flips the sign and latches the door.

“Unbelievable,” she mutters. “Did you see that?”

“The part where she was eating you alive for an hour, or the part where she tried to mount you right at the door?” Dani says dryly. That little kicking drumbeat in her chest is still pounding away, the squeezing fist rapping out a message she can’t ignore. Even if it were legal. Even if they all understood. Even then, you wouldn’t be able to do it. 

“Don’t think her sister didn’t notice, either,” Jamie says, rumpling her hair with one hand. “Think she’ll have some explaining to do this evening--hey, you all right?”

“Sure,” Dani says, too brightly. Can’t have all of you, and doesn’t she deserve better? Doesn't she deserve someone who is always steady, always the same from dawn to dusk, who never looks into a mirror and sees--

“Dani.” Jamie’s hands are on her shoulders, Jamie’s face much closer than she realized. She starts, nearly stumbles, relieved when Jamie’s grip tightens just enough to keep her upright. “You look like you’ve seen a--”

“Just...” Dani shakes her head. How to put this? How to explain it? “Just...something about that didn’t...sit right, I guess.”

“No,” Jamie agrees, “I’d think not. Handsy, wasn’t she? But I hope you don’t think--hope I’ve never given you cause to worry--’cuz, Dani, honest to God, I’ve never--”

She looks so nervous, it’s almost like the years have rolled back to a sunny day in this very shop, to a single moonflower and Jamie’s hopeful smile. All at once, that grip of fear in her gut loosens, Dani’s breath returning to her in a long sweep. 

“Jamie. Breathe.” 

“No, I only--I know how it probably looked, but she was trying to give me her number, and I--”

“Told her she’d have to get in line?” Dani teases. Jamie looks about ready to swallow her own tongue. 

“Told her I'd never met someone half as in love as me, and she should be lucky to find the same someday.”

“Oh my god, Jamie, she’s never going to come back.” She’s laughing, unable to stop herself. Jamie, not looking even the least bit ashamed, tucks her hands into her pockets and shrugs. 

“I didn’t like the way you were looking at her, is all.”

“What, like I was going to escort her out in a fury and blame it on my low-key possession?” 

“No.” Jamie is not smiling. There is an earnest quality to her face, even as she reaches up and touches Dani’s cheek. “Like she was making you sad. Haven’t seen you like that since we left England. Dani, honestly, you know I’d never want...anything but this. Ever.”

It isn’t a question. It is maybe the truest thing Jamie has ever said, and it pulls at Dani’s heart harder for that. 

“I trust you,” she says quietly. “It wasn’t that. Wasn’t even her. Just...it’s enough? Even knowing we don’t know...even knowing there could only be--”

“It’s enough,” Jamie says, cupping her face in both hands, pressing her forehead to Dani’s with enough force to make them both laugh a little. “It’s always enough.”

She kisses Dani once, twice, and Dani lets herself linger in the moment. Lets herself forget about windows and strangers and tempting hands striving to coax Jamie off the path. None of it matters. None of it matters if Jamie is truly happy here, if Jamie is truly home here. 

“I’m only saying,” she says when Jamie breaks, glances back over her shoulder, begins guiding Dani backwards toward the supply room. “You have options, for when I’m too old or too boring. What was she, the seventh one to try to slip you a phone number?”

Jamie groans. “What is it about me? Do I have emotionally available stamped on my forehead? This never used to happen in England.”

“You scowl much less now,” Dani points out, breathless when Jamie sweeps an arm around her waist and dips her toward the couch. “And you wear all those suspenders--”

“Could tell them,” Jamie teases, following her down. “Could greet each and every woman at the door with, ‘Welcome to The Leafling, purveyors of fine floral arrangements, my name is Jamie and this perfect specimen is the love of my--’”

She’s kissing Dani, all jokes forgotten, and Dani finds herself dreaming--not for the first time--of wild possibilities. Of a sunset wedding, of friends gathered close, of Jamie kissing her just like this in front of anyone who matters even a little bit. Of what it would be like, to look at Jamie and know how real they are, even in the moments Dani doesn’t feel real at all. 

Doesn’t take a wedding for that, she thinks, as Jamie’s lips trail down flushed skin. Doesn’t take anything except for her...and me...and...

There’s a ring she’s been looking at. A simple thing, gold, heart-hands-crown. No one would know. No one would need to know. All that matters is...all that matters is...

She can’t have all of you, that horrible awareness of time mutters. Dani closes her eyes, grips tighter to Jamie as she vanishes into the kiss. 

She gets everything that counts, she decides here and now. She gets it until there’s nothing left to give. 

#fanfiction #ficlet #the haunting of bly manor #the haunting of bly manor spoilers #dani x jamie #damie #little bit this prompt little bit one of jess' #I'm having a great time thanks for sending these in guys

[dc418writes]

•|Motive|•

✨Pairing✨: Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: You’re the shiny new toy in the office that every man seems to want. However with every no, some start to wonder if there’s another reason besides you wanting to keep business and personal life private. A tall, muscular, brunette reason that is.

⚠️: I did envision this with a bit of an age gap (10 years give or take..? Ari is in his thirties, reader in her twenties) so if that makes you uncomfortable I’m sorry, pretty much all fluff besides that though, teensy bit of implied fun times in dreamland, very very brief language (only one word)

A/N🎙: This imagine is based off the song “Motive” by Ariana Grande ft. Doja Cat, and I hope you guys like it☺️! Also I’ve been binge watching Friends *cough cough Monica and Richard iykyk cough cough* which is what inspired me to include the age gap

A quick “good morning” is uttered to everyone he passes walking across the bustling floor journeying to his office. As usual, his coat is carelessly tossed on the couch before his thick work boots carry him to the break room where his black, porcelain mug waits along with the black liquid posing as coffee. It might not have tasted the best, but at least it did what it was supposed to.

“I’m telling you man, she definitely was watching me when I walked away,” Tom proudly announced walking in with another male employee. Chest noticeably swelling along with his ego as he leaned against the fridge. “Morning Levinson.”

“Morning,” he replies emptying the old grounds and filter before replacing it.

He didn’t know which he hoped for most, that their little conversation didn’t last long or the coffee to be made faster.

“Probably to make sure you were actually leaving so she could have some peace and quiet,” the other retorts with a chuckle.

“Give it time, soon I’ll break through that shy exterior.”

Ari didn’t need a name to know who they were referring to. The new office assistant had just started maybe a month ago, and it seemed all the single, and those who were more so repressed than single, had their eye on her. Some just glanced for longer than appropriate as she walked by inquiring if anyone needed anything copied, retrieved from the printer, or whatever else. While others, including Tom and his friend, had been bold enough to act on their attraction.

Keeping his office door open, Ari could pretty much hear everything going on throughout the floor. He’d silently laugh at how the men used their best lines trying to swoon her, and she’d just sweetly smile before explaining how she really had to go not wanting mister or missus whoever to be left waiting.

They were persistent, he’d give them that, but from all the dismisses it was clear she wasn’t interested. He’d think from so many rejections they’d take a hint, but it only spurred some to try harder and rumors spread as to why you wouldn’t give anyone a chance.

“She’s probably one of those quiet, celibate chicks that are basically nuns.”

“Maybe she’s already taken?”

“No, Wanda at the front desk said she’s single. Probably thinks she’s too good for the likes of us.”

“Or she’s looking for the same thing we are, if you know what I mean.”

“If you say so,” the friend sighs taking a drink from his own mug.

“You don’t think I can?”

There’s a pause between the two as the coffee maker spurts the last few drops into the pot. Ari’s quick to pour what he wants in his cup, but isn’t too busy not to feel eyes on him during the process.

“I’m starting to think maybe she only wants a specific person to break through that,” the friend responds with a smirk, “Ari, you and Y/N seem friendly. With her doing so much for you that is.”

“You know now that you mention it, she does come and go from your office quite a bit. Anything you want to share?”

If only those two put in as much effort with their work as they did when it came to getting a woman, maybe they’d be much further along with intel for this upcoming mission.

“I suggest you might want to spend more time focused on your work versus what happens in my office,” Ari states walking between both men who only watch as he retreats to his leather desk chair.

It was true you helped a lot in terms of printing documents he needed, then running them to his boss as a sort of middle man receiving and giving messages, but that was it. Ari wasn’t part of the unspoken competition of who could win over the assistant. Not that he didn’t find you attractive though. He’d have to be blind to miss the beauty of your soft skin and it’s warm glow shining as bright as your smile. Your pretty brown eyes behind your thin, black frames that helped you see the words on the papers in front of you.

And your soft voice that always put a small smile on his face.

While he did find you attractive, he wasn’t gonna bombard you like the rest. He knew how to leave you alone.

“Good morning Ari.”

Speaking of.

“Good morning Y/N,” he smiled. “What brings you in this early?” Typically, you arrived a little after Ari also needing to clock in at eight. For you to be holding three packets of what seemed to be 40 pages for him, you must’ve been here much earlier.

“Levin had a meeting with Tomlin, so he wanted me there as a scribe. In addition to usual assistant duties that is,” you explain setting the packets down on the desk in front of him.

“Uh oh, should I get a box for my things?,” he asks setting his mug down. Your soft giggle causing him to smile upwards peering at you through his lashes. It always did make him feel accomplished in a sense. Like making someone smile after they’ve cried.

“No, I think you’re safe. From what I heard, they seem to like your plans, but Levin will probably call and talk to you about it.”

“Alright, sounds like a good sign…hopefully,” he sighs skimming through one of the packets in front of him.

“Well, I wish you good luck and equally good news,” you softly smile turning on your heels towards the open door. “Do you need anything before I go?”

“Um no I’m okay for now, thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll stop by later to see how you’re doing.” As always, you were true to your word returning a couple hours later and sporadically throughout the day when you’d get the chance.

Of course, the vultures were also out watching and looming as if you were the first meal they’d seen in days. Some actually needed your help, asking you to make copies or take something to one of the many folders in the back office. Ari simply shook his head as they would very indiscreetly watch you walk away in your forest green bell bottoms and white button down that hugged your body in all the right places.

His stomach even churned as two high-fived after one purposely knocked over his cup of pens as you walked by knowing you’d be nice enough to help, and thus giving a front row view of you bent over.

He’d have to remember to personally speak with that guy later. Or maybe even his wife? Ari knew she’d just love to hear how hard at work her loving husband was every day.

The others that called on you simply just wanted to sweet talk you. Complimenting how good you smelled or how such a good job you were doing around the office. This was one of Tom’s favorites. His other being to offer you a lunch date, just as he was doing now.

“Cmon, you can’t let me treat you to lunch even once?,” he asks sitting on the corner of your cherrywood desk. His head tilted and lips curled into a charming smile.

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to waste your money on me.”

“Nonsense! It definitely wouldn’t be a waste doing something nice for a fellow employee.”

“Well thank you,” you softly smile. “But I mostly bring my lunch from home though, so maybe some other time?”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he winks before joining his other colleagues by the elevator.

“Looks like someone has a crush,” Vivian, one of the office secretaries sings in a hushed tone moving around your desk to sit next to you. “Or should I say someone else.”

Rolling your eyes with a light sigh, you pick around your fruit occasionally stabbing a grape or apple chunk with your fork. “They’re just men being men. Probably just trying to see who can get the new girl first and tell if she’s easy.”

“Or they just want to get to know the very pretty new girl.”

“Meh, guys typically want one thing.”

“As told by every parent in the history of life on Earth,” she grins taking a bite of her sandwich.

“It’s true though! Whether it’s sex, the ego boost, or even an extra bank account, they want something.”

“Sounds like trust issues to me.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that. Your friends said the same after every first date you branded as a fail, or after you dismissed pretty much every guy they tried to set you up with. It was even a running joke that you could create the perfect man and still find an issue with him.

“Call it what you want, I just know men,” you shrug your shoulders throwing away your empty container before latching your flower lunchbox closed.

“Ha! Okay then, tell me about…” Vivian holds out the word as she scans the various name tags on the different desks before finally settling on one with a smirk. “Ari.”

He was focused as he stood over his desk tracing along a map before his eyes moved to the page on the other side. You hardly ever saw him eat lunch, opting to continue working instead of stepping outside for fresh air at least.

“What about him?”

“What’s his deal? Since you know men, what’s his MO?”

That’s something you often wondered yourself during your down times observing him move about his office or the floor minding his own business and barely speaking to anyone unless he needed to. He was a “work first, everything else comes second” type of person and while his work ethic was admirable, the lifestyle had to also be exhausting.

Often weaving through the different cliques of the office, you’d heard whispers of how he was so stand-offish because he thought he was better than anyone else. The best the government had whether in the office or on the field. This always came from the mouths of the same few men, which you just attributed to jealously, while the women felt he was drowning himself in his work to avoid the pain of his divorce.

You also had yet to hear a woman who didn’t offer to help personally ease said pain for him.

“He’s…one of the exceptions,” you answer.

“Meaning?”

“He’s a divorcé and a father. He doesn’t have time for games or some self-rewarding chase. I get the feeling Ari’s one of the few you don’t have to worry about.”

Arms crossed over her chest, Vivian takes the burly man in gently scratching his beard as he speaks on the phone. Feet pacing the width of his desk and coiled cord dangling beside him. Ari was one of the few men that stayed to himself, barely coming to any office parties either due to a mission or just simply preferring to be home. And of all the eligible women who dared make some sort of a move at the revelation of his newfound singleness, he politely declined every one.

Maybe his motives were pure?

———

Footsteps echoing off the walls of the garage, Ari slings the round case holding the marked maps over his shoulder all the while shifting his worn backpack to retrieve his keys. The mutterings of the drunk that could typically be found on the nearby corner, or in the bar across the street, seemingly trying to have a slurred conversation with someone doesn’t falter the steps to his waiting truck. Inserting the key into its hole as he reaches the handle.

The soft voice accompanying said slurs though, has him pausing to hear more as he slowly follows until the sounds can grow no more.

“Jus come wifme honey. You’ll be fine,” he slightly stumbles against the wall with a grin. “Getya car fixed after!”

“No, that’s okay. My friend is uh coming to help.”

“Now I can’t jus leave ya here. Tooo pretty to be out’ere alone.”

“I got it from here,” Ari speaks bringing relief to your stressed eyes.

“Arii my man!,” the stranger greets with arms wide and surprisingly making his way to Ari without damaging himself or anything in the process. “No worries, imma gentle soul.” The pungent whiskey wafting from his pores seemingly unaffected him as the stout man could care less about personal space. You, on the other hand, didn’t know how much longer you could hold your breath, and you were a good distance away.

“Ike go home and sleep it off before the cops come again.” The stern, authoritative tone is somewhat effective at sobering Ike watching him stand a bit straighter and half heartedly brushing his clothes free of any dust or dirt.

It doesn’t last long though, as he trips over his other foot stumbling down the sidewalk onto another pedestrian just trying to make it home.

“Friend of yours?,” you ask going back to your visible engine connected to other parts you honestly had no idea did what.

“Not exactly,” he lowly chuckles placing his things against the cement wall behind him before joining you at your side with large hands on his hips. “Know what’s wrong with it?”

“Nope. Don’t even know what I’m looking at besides an engine really. I tried to cut it on when I came out here and then nothing.”

“Mind if I take a look? Well until your friend gets here?”

“Sure,” you state stepping back as his arm gently brushed yours moving towards the center for a better view. “And my friend coming was a lie to get that guy to leave.”

Arms wrapped around yourself to create some sort of warmth from the night chill, you watch as he leans forward as if searching for something. Hand disappearing in gaps and moving wires aside every now and then.

It’s hard to ignore the way the muscles in his back bulge with every movement of his arms, and the slight peek of skin from his denim shirt lifting as he leaned over staring down at the machine in front of him. Not to mention the way his jeans hugged his thick thighs and bottom just right making your mind begin to inappropriately wonder if-

“I don’t see anything out of place or messed up, which makes me think it might be the battery,” he speaks, turning to you standing to his full height. “I can try to jump you?”

“Um yea we can try.”

He was quick to pull his truck into the spot next to you, removing the jumper cables to attach to the correct ports. On his cue, he instructed you to try and start the car which seemed hopeful at first, but only continued to sputter. You tried again and again after the battery charged for at least 30 minutes each time, but still nothing.

“Sorry Y/N,” he sighs closing the hood of his truck and putting his cables back where they belong. “I tried but I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“No don’t apologize! You did what you could and I appreciate it.” Wiping the oil from his hands onto his jeans, you quickly move to hand him his things. Maybe trying to grab too many at once from how you nearly tripped yourself. His appreciative smile as he takes over, as if saying “no, I got it” has a tingling feeling spreading throughout your stomach and the spot on your hands his fingers happened to touch getting his bags.

What is this, and why is it happening?

“Where do you stay?”

“Oh, you don’t have to go out of your way so I can get home. I can always-,”

“Y/N, I’m not gonna leave you out here by yourself. Especially not with Ike and who knows stumbling around.”

“…Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t. Unless you don’t feel comfortable then-,”

“No it’s fine I just…I don’t want you to feel like you have to you know?,” you shyly admit, hands deep in your coat pockets for warmth.

“I’m a grown man capable of making my own decisions. Including not letting you freeze to death,” he replies.

“I wouldn’t freeze to death. It’s not that cold.”

“Could’ve fooled me how loud your teeth are chattering,” he smirks making you playfully roll your eyes.

“Whatever,” you softly laugh following behind to his older truck. Opening the passenger door, he reminded you of a rugged prince with strands of his dark hair perfectly framing his face on one side while the other stayed behind his ear.

Or maybe the charismatic knight was a better description from his sweet, yet blunt, act now think later personality. Either way the tingling returned as you secured your seatbelt and he slid in next to you.

“Thanks for doing this Ari.”

“No problem.” Flashing his signature, tilted smile as the vehicle rumbled to life, you couldn’t judge those women in the office who shamelessly threw themselves at him when they found their moment to pounce.

Whether he consciously did it or not, he was too charming for his own good.

The ride home was quick from the easy conversation between the two of you discussing how your respective days went. There was even brief mentions of your personal lives that might’ve continued if not for your familiar street and building coming into view. Immediately after parking, Ari was sauntering over to your side and opening your door just as you made contact with the handle.

And your mind just couldn’t comprehend how this man’s reputation preceded him in the best way despite how some made him out to be.

“You don’t have to make sure I get in okay. Pretty sure I’ll be fine,” you tease as you insert the key into the doorknob making him chuckle behind you.

“You should always make sure whoever you’re with gets inside okay. Or is safety out of style now?”

“Well thank you,” you smile, crossing the threshold before turning to meet his sea-like orbs. “And thanks again for the ride.”

“You’re welcome, and let me know if you can’t find someone to fix your car. I got a friend that can help.”

“Will do. Get home safe Ari.” Your lips quickly pecking his cheek surprise him, making him softly smile at how cute you could be. Nodding his head with a small wave, his long legs stride back to his truck, and when he’s in the driver seat and the front door of your building is closed with your back towards him heading up the stairs, his fingertips gently touch the exact spot the ghost of your lips still lingered. Chest warm from his good deed.

Who knew such an innocent kiss could cause so much trouble?

———

“Morning Ari, need me to do anything for you?”

“M’good,” he replies not even looking up from the papers in front of him. You’d think he was just focused on his work if this hadn’t been the third day he barely had anything to say to you.

The next day after dropping you off, you noticed he was shorter with you. Always declining help and would even keep the door closed most of the day. You swore you also saw him turn and walk the opposite way when you were bound to pass each other in the hall. He was actively avoiding you and you didn’t know why.

Until you remembered the kiss.

It was an innocent gesture though, and Ari didn’t seem taken aback or offended before he left. Then again what if he just didn’t show it?

“Fuccc-I messed up.” You mentally groan with head in your hands sitting at your desk. You saw Ari as a friend and you never wanted to do anything to make him feel uncomfortable. Or anyone for that matter. Now you were just hoping too much damage hadn’t been done that you couldn’t fix it.

———

Well past the end of the workday, Ari still sat at his desk overlooking new plans suggested by Levin; making edits here and there on what he felt was best. More so trying to at least, from being unable to concentrate throughout the day. His comments were supposed to be turned in already, but his dream nights prior just couldn’t seem to escape his mind.

He didn’t know what was so different about this day than the others, where it would only interrupt him a couple times before he could regain focus, but he knew it couldn’t continue.

Not for the sake of his sanity.

A light knock on his door has his head slowly raising and eyebrows furrowed in confusion wondering who could still be here this late after hours. Even the janitors were long gone so it couldn’t be them.

“A-Ari it’s me. Can I come in? Please?”

“Yea come in Y/N,” he answers not even needing to think twice. “Everything okay?”

“Yea, well I hope so,” you nervously laugh closing the door behind you.

“…What do you mean?”

Sitting down in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, it’s the most nervous you’ve felt under his gaze. You couldn’t harbor the breath hidden in your chest anymore for fear of the pressure combusting your lungs as your thumbs slowly twirled around each other.

“Did I make you feel uncomfortable when I kissed your cheek? Because if so I’m truly sorry and didn’t mean-,”

“Y/N, Y/N,” he interrupts your rambling with a low chuckle. “I wasn’t uncomfortable.”

“Then why have you been acting different around me?” His hand passes through his hair as he stands from his seat favoring the corner of his desk, right in front of you instead.

“For a far more embarrassing reason,” he sighs looking down at his hand as it opened and closed. “The same night I dropped you off, I uh…I had a dream and…you were in it.”

“Oh…that’s all? You don’t have to feel weird about that, it happens! We pretty much see each other every day having to work together, so it’s nothing,” you dismiss with the slight wave of your hand.

“But you see this dream…co-workers don’t have about each other. At least they shouldn’t.” Finally meeting your eyes with his baby blue gaze, your mouth forms a small ‘o’ as realization hits you harder than a bug hitting the windshield of a speeding car.

Oh, that type of dream.

“I’m trying to forget it, but it keeps reappearing randomly and seeing you just honestly made me feel more awkward about it.”

“Because the only way I could go back to sleep was to reimagine those lewd acts over and over until desperate release exhausted my body,” he thought to himself.

“Which made you avoid me,” you add making him nod along in agreement.

“It was silly and stupid and I’m so sorry about all of this Y/N.”

“It’s okay. And don’t feel bad about the dream, I’ve uh…had a couple too…a-about you,” you shyly admit. This is much closer than you expected to get with anyone you worked with.

Tilting his head, his eyes playfully narrow which succeeds in calming your anxiety. “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not, honest. I-It first happened after my first week here.” God this was embarrassing. “Of course I thought it was weird too, but then it happened again and I felt guilty….shameful I guess too.”

That the first dream left me so needy, I couldn’t wait until it happened again to try and see how it ended.

“So see? No harm done!,” you smile clasping your hands together. “Just random dreams that don’t mean anything.” There’s a small beat of silence as Ari just peers at you before lowly chuckling with a shake of his head.

“Yea I guess you’re right.”

“Is everything okay between us?” Although you might’ve had a moment sharing secrets, you still wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any lingering awkwardness. Especially one that could be seen by everyone else in the office.

“Everything’s okay.”

He couldn’t help but wonder if it really was though. Could both of you continue on with your day to day lives as if your confessions were never spoken?

Deciding he’d rather try to finish his edits at home, he’s at your side as you both walk through the garage for your respective vehicles. The clicking of your heels and thuds from his work boots competing with your voices.

“Thanks for walking with me,” you smile reaching your car.

“You never have to thank me for that. Especially when it’s this late, or if you don’t feel safe.”

“Well still, I appreciate it. Have a good night.”

“You too. See you Monday.”

You were a bit hesitant before leaning towards his partially bearded cheek. What you didn’t expect though, was Ari to try to do the same to you ultimately causing your lips to catch the corner of his mouth. A startled gasp from you is the only noise between you both as your hand covers your mouth.

What was it with you and embarrassing yourself in front of this man?

“I’m so sorry Ari! I-I didn’t know you were-,”

“It’s okay,” he laughs. Fingertips touching the corner of his mouth as he peers down at you. “And I’m not.”

“Not what?” He steps closer, releasing a breath that faintly smelled of mint and leftover cigarette smoke. Something you never thought would be on your list of hypnotic scents, but was easily climbing it’s way up to be your favorite.

It’s now that you fully see the size difference between you two. His chest being at your eye level and broad shoulders nearly shielding you from the bulb overhead. How his thick arms could easily cage you in if he wanted.

It made your head spin more so than the intense gaze he was currently giving you.

“I’m not sorry we nearly kissed…when that’s all I want right now,” he husked making every inch of your skin heat. “I know that’s probably terrible to say, but it’s true.”

You should probably be embarrassed the short amount of time it took for you to close the remaining gap, attaching your hands on either side of his neck and feeling his thumping pulse under your thumb as your lips seemingly melted against his.

It felt wrong, but so right feeling his hands framing your waist before finding your hips to pull you impossibly closer. His mustache and beard tickling your face along with his skillful mouth only heightening the experience.

“They do say honesty is the best policy,” you whisper when both of your needs for air overshadowed that for each other.

Neither of you were quite sure what you’d gotten into as you hazily drove to your respective places after a couple more intimate moments, but you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t excited to see where it would go.

Taglist: @fumbling-fanfics @honeychicana @lady-olive-oil @themyscxiras @melinda-january @lovelymari4 @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @bekinds @ladydmalfoy @maxcullen @curlyhairclub @plokyu23 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jojolu @jnk-812 @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @damnitaa @literaturefeen @bamondomesticity @scoop93535

If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only want to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found in masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know. Also if you prefer turning on my page notifications, I’m perfectly fine with that🤓!

#chris evans #ari levinson

[notathingjustthere]

Not This Time

A/N: Honestly this feels incomplete and dry but I got frustrated arguing with myself lol. I wanted to post something today, because if I keep pushing it off I will never post anything so here it is. I’m trying.  

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word Count: 3525

Summary: Ransom oversteps a boundary and cannot seem to accept the consequence of you ignoring him permanently.

The rude interruption that graced your morning, would leave drained for the rest of your day. Your blurred eyes slowly zeroed in on the small scraps of confetti that would eventually cover the floors of your bedroom. The popping sound had woken you up in alarm, and the frown that graced your face said enough. 

The evil faces that turned up in your bedroom were painted in glee, whiles they wished you a happy birthday in unison. “And who’s cleaning that up?” you groaned, naturally reaching for the phone on your bedside table and squinting when the brightness assaults your eyes.

It was only 9:23 in the morning, the alarm was usually set for 11:30 on your weekdays, but you tended to snooze till 12:15. You weren't a morning person and your friend Lizzie knew this when she pleaded on your behalf, arguing that 10:00 was a far more reasonable time to wake you up. Mila, your other friend had disregarded the input of course. 

As of late your weekends were more often than not reserved for sleep, this one being no different. Monday would be a holiday so the next 72 hours were intended to be spent alone in your house, at least that had been the plan. You had been feeling more dull than usual, and even your restocked liquor cabinet failed to excite you. 

The brunch set up in your backyard was very much up to par with your tastes.  It felt pointless to change so you still wore your pajamas, after washing your face and complaining about the time. Your friends had gone all out for the small gathering, hiring quite the eye candy of servers. Each one waited at the table, ready to help you girls to your seats. 

Your eyes lingered on one of the men a bit longer than intended, and the unexpected wink sent your way forced your eyes to look elsewhere. Mila jerked at your elbow, before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at you. You had rolled your eyes before bursting out in laughter, enjoying the rest of your late morning meal with your two best girlies. It had been a while since you saw your friends, so you were glad, to say the least

Unlike you, Lizzie and Mila grew up accustomed to a lifestyle that only old money could provide. They didn't work as often as you did, which made it harder to fit into each other's schedules during the week. You did not grow up poor per se, but when compared to your friends, you could have been perceived that way. Your mother was a professor at Brown University, a fairly successful woman you thought. 

You had found your own definition for success, living comfortably and content with yourself,  as you often described it. Working in a high-level position for a growing green energy company, you took pride in your resilience. Many of your years were filled with uncertainties but finally, you had made something of yourself. The full ride to Harvard was where you met Lizzie and Mila, never expecting to develop a long-lasting relationship.

The cell you kept for personal use remained ignored after Lizzie dragged you out of bed that morning. The ringer was often placed on silent, resulting in poor communication habits with your friends. It was noon before you thought to check your device, the notification centre being flooded with messages and alerts. 

Most you assumed were birthday wishes from people you hardly talked to anymore and some that you were only associated with because of status. They meant very little to you, but the sham thankful replies you sent were only to keep face. 

A particular contact had occupied your thoughts for the past two weeks. The spam of messages you left open yet unread grew steadily. You were intent on ignoring him for as long as you felt necessary. He was not important enough to ruin your mood this weekend, or so you thought.

The last bits of sparkling wine settled nicely in your stomach, your chest feeling warm and tingly. You appreciated the quality time spent with your friends but it was time to resume back to your initial plan for the weekend. Lizzie and Mila had their own plans and intended to make your day as lively as possible. On any other day, you’d be down for a good time, but as of late you felt out the mix.

For gifts, Mila had opted for this beautiful emerald green bag from Bulgar. The serpent’s head-shaped clasp suited your corporate persona, which she admired. Lizzie gifted you a pair of Prada boots that she felt were suitable to your tastes. 

It was 6 pm when the two informed you of the private room they reserved at a club. Lizzie’s boyfriend would attend, including two other guests, you were well acquainted with. You weren’t interested at first but eventually caved in at the last minute thought of letting loose and having some fun. 

Your ringer silenced another phone call, it was his 86th one since last Friday. You were impressed with his persistence, figuring he would have given up by now. Newer messages had poured in, none of which you spared a glance until the last message he sent in.

“Fine, if this is how you wanna play it” you read. 

The spat you had gotten into with Ransom, had been your last straw. He was quite the specimen, but a prick at that. The trust fund baby had been spoiled his whole life, and couldn’t seem to handle not having his way for once. 

The relationship that brewed between you both could only be described as complicated. It had taken a lot to manage and handle the baggage he brought with him, but you both had balanced each other for a period of time. Now, you were bent on moving on, trying to convince yourself that you were over him, as he also tried to.

It was at Mila’s charity event that you would officially meet the douche, having only heard of him before. The free champagne helped soothe your nerves that night, as you often would be riddled in anxiety. It was an art exhibition, and you’d gotten roped into a conversation with the famous Harlan Thrombey, discussing a painting you knew a thing or two about. 

That was when Ransom had walked in, interrupting the conversation. You had turned away, fiddling with your glass as you patiently waited for them to finish whatever it was they were briefly discussing. Harlan turned to you, and introduced Ransom, before announcing that he would have to leave you shortly to give a speech. 

At the time Ransom didn't really catch your eye, you avoided making eye contact as you usually would with new people and had missed the way he looked at you. He wanted you in his bed for the night, and you had indulged him likewise. You were gone by morning that day, never being one to wait for the usual awkward boot out. 

Maybe you didn't notice it at first, but his face had begun popping up at your usual spots more and more. You’d run into him at a coffee shop where you often scheduled meetings with prospective clients. There were a couple more hookups here and there before he asked you out to dinner five months down the line. That was almost three years ago. 

Neither one of you talked about making the relationship official until you initiated the conversation. You had been on multiple dates, including the occasional family dinners his family hosted. You never did like attending them, but Ransom had wanted you at his side. You both spent a lot of time at each other's homes, and soon enough it wasn't just for the sex. 

He’d thought of you as his home and maybe you did too. On most days you preferred to have your space, but as of late you missed his not-so-subtle touches whenever he’d pass by you in the kitchen. 

That didn't seem to matter now, because you would never admit it out loud or to yourself. Ransom on the other hand loved being in close contact most of the time. As much as he denied the fact, you’d let him pretend the cuddling sessions during movie nights were due to the lack of space on the couch. 

You never got accustomed to Ransom’s lavish tastes. He’d been quite the spender on gifts and more times than not you insisted that he return most of his purchases. You could appreciate expensive things, but much rather make those purchases yourself. 

He only ever did demand that you keep a particular gift, one you’d almost given back after learning of its monetary value. The personalised bracelet with his and your initials on it had been your favourite. Not once did you ever take it off, and even now you still wore it after two weeks of ignoring him. 

It all started when your boss confronted you about an offer he didn’t expect you to decline so quickly. He insisted that you take your time to reconsider, and you had been confused, having never heard anything about it. You were suspicious of Ransom, almost immediately, but thought to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

At times he could be controlling, something you’d catch once in a while when you paid attention. There would be discussions about it, but oftentimes things got brushed aside as petty jealousy or mindless over-protectiveness. This time, you couldn’t and wouldn't let it slide. 

It was at dinner time when you decided to break out your thoughts and bring something up. You wanted to avoid confrontation, knowing he’d probably try to lie to your face or react in a way you were not ready to handle. He asked about your day as he usually would, and you took the chance to talk about what your boss mentioned, unaccusing of course. 

He played along with your confusion for a while, looking unimpressed as you went on. The contract would require your stay in China for two years, assisting in project management at the company’s main plant. Two years seemed long, and you could understand why the news was not exactly exciting. You had merely mentioned that you were considering the offer when he cut you off.  

“Well that's stupid, is this some kind of joke?” Ransom's response was expected but you had hoped he would show remorse more if anything. You frowned, arms folded when asking him to elaborate on how he was feeling

“I mean, you're gonna leave me for two years? What am I supposed to do, just wait for you?” 

“I would hope so, considering all that we have been through to make this work?”

“Come on, really?” he chuckled darkly, “You think I would wait?” 

“Why are you acting like this? I thought at the very least you'd pretend to be happy for me before reacting this way” you moved your hands in a way that emphasised your point. 

“Oh like you don't know that I declined the offer.”

The sigh you let out was deep. There it was, the confession you wanted out of him. You hated being lied to more than anything and were very disappointed he played along with your little act for even just a little bit. 

“I mean, but what did you expect? That I wouldn't find out about something as important to me as this?” 

“So what, I’m not as important?” he tried changing the topic.

“You know that's not what I mean, and you don't get to play the victim here. I-i don't get it with you, I’m always understanding, so why can't you return the favour”

He turned silent, which you thought was disappointing considering he had so much to say before. The anger you were trying so hard to settle down began to rear its ugly head.  It was a couple more minutes of silence before he opened his mouth to say something.

“You didn't think I’d find it suspicious that your boss was transferring with you?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion at that. Jonathan had not mentioned anything like that and you knew Ransom didn't like him, especially after a particular encounter at your office. 

He had shown up at your job unannounced a year ago to surprise you for your birthday when he saw the arrangements of flowers that decorated your office. Ransom did not look impressed at the scene, and knowing he would never partake in such a gesture you ruled him out. It wasn't until you noticed the card attached to one of the flowers that read out your boss's name.

“Great Job closing that deal, and a happy birthday! - Jonathan.”  

As if on queue the head of the department walked in with smiles, asking if you enjoyed his gifts. He rambled on about not knowing what you would like, so figured he’d get a little bit of everything.  

“She hates flowers,” Ransom had cut in without hesitation, your eyes widening at his remark. Leave it to him to make the inappropriate gesture from your boss even more awkward. 

“He’s not wrong, but I really do appreciate the sentiment. Thank you” you had given him a kind smile, trying to save face. You couldn't remember what happened after that except Jonathan leaving and your boyfriend silently fuming as he walked over to your window. 

You turned your attention to him, raising an eyebrow as if to question his behaviour. You were not angry with him, this was a rare moment where you actually appreciated his blunt tongue. Hopefully, your boss would now relent in his not-so-subtle advances. 

But that was a long time ago, and frankly, it didn't matter because he was focused on the wrong thing at hand. He had invaded your privacy then lied about it by not saying anything. 

“First of all I got this promotion because I worked my fucking ass off, I don't know what Johnathan has to do with anything.” you decided to defend yourself. Whatever it was that he was insinuating didn't matter because you weren't having it.

“Yeah, you fucking worked your ass off alright. You've got him so whipped that he even gets you flowers” 

You gasped, and it wasn't so much that the words hurt you, but rather the fact that he’d been clearly harbouring this since that day. There was not much you could do about unsolicited gifts that you never accepted in the first place. Besides, after Ransom’s visit, your boss had ceased all efforts. 

“Do you actually hear how insane that sounds? What the fuck was I supposed to do about that?” You reasoned, the calmness in your voice was long gone. 

“Quit” he was so arrogant and entitled. 

You scoffed,  “Well I’m sorry, but some of us actually have to work, to earn a living” the tone you took to, spoke well for you.

“I can take care of you, you know that” 

“That sounds nice and all, but I can’t depend on a man who’s never worked a day in his life.” There it was again, the silence.  

“You don't even seem sorry, and you've yet to apologize” the disappointment was evident on your face. 

He rubbed his hands over his face, his nose flaring up in annoyance, “I did what was best for us”  

“No, you did what was best for you” you started but had lost your train of thought. 

“You still don't fucking get it, do you? It's one thing to not want me to leave, but it's completely different when you think that you get to make decisions for me.” the words spewed out. 

“I'm tired of trying to reason with you Ransom, okay? We are done”

It wasn't even a second after, before he grabbed your arm, tightening his hold on you and yanking you towards him. “We are not done until I say we are” 

For a moment there he scared you, he had never put his hands on you like that, at least not outside the bedroom. Your stance did not falter when you yanked your arm away from him “Don't you ever put your hands on me again.”  

The initial shock had long subsided when you decided to speak for the last time. “Let me remind you, that you're that one that begs me back every single time! But not this time, I'm tired of you. T-tired of your shit, the jealousy, childishness, everything!” Those were your last words before your tearducts gave up. 

It was the first time he had ever seen you actually cry. Occasionally he would witness you shed a tear or two, like when you’d receive a wrong order of what you wanted, or something equally as petty.

 He tried to come closer in an attempt to comfort you, but you pushed him aside then turned away. He decided to walk out then and there, leaving you to deal with your own sorrows. 

You remember that day so vividly, and each time the memory replayed you did something to distract yourself. Much like you were doing right now at the club with your friends. The boost that alcohol gave you, left you chatty but numb. 

The buzz had you going for a while, completely indulged in a game of pool with Mila who was effortlessly schooling you. She could not let you win, not even on your birthday. It was the commotion at the door that drew your attention to Ransom arguing with the security guard and Lizzie's boyfriend, Dan. 

“Look dude, she doesn't want you here. Come on don't make this difficult” you didn't realise it but you had made your way towards Dan’s voice, not really processing what was going on. It was the sound of Ransom's knuckles punching Dan in his nose that woke you up from your little daze.  

“I said get out of my way” Ransom tried to push his way through.

“Ransom” you yelled out.

His head turned towards you rushing to Dan who held his nose up in pain. You apologised profusely as you checked his injury, thankful that nothing was broken or bleeding. You turned to your ex-boyfriend annoyed, ready to talk his ear off until you remembered you didn't care anymore.

“If you think this is how to get me to talk to you in good grace, then I don't know what to tell you,” you said, pointing behind you at Dan and Lizzie.

“What do you want? ”You sighed frustrated, after signalling the security guard off. He really wasn't making this easy for you. His hands had twitched before when you held Dan’s face to inspect his nose. He knew better than to make things any worse than it already was. 

“Look, so maybe, I have stuff to work on, and maybe we can both work on this”

“Mmm, you think so?” you asked rhetorically. It took him two weeks to come to this conclusion, and you noted how he did not start with apologies. He wanted to skip out on the guilt, but you wouldn't let him.

He tried to get closer to you, wanting to feel you against him and to reminisce in the sweet warmth he missed so much. You allowed him to, and for a moment you revelled in his familiar body heat as well, ignoring everything else around you. You let go of him after a while, distancing yourself to make it easier on you.

It took a lot to keep your composure, a part of you wanting him back but knew much wouldn’t change if you did. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to relay whatever decision you had made. You were right about one thing, Ransom would always beg you back. Never-ending the cycle of broken boundaries, possessiveness, and jealousy. 

“Look Ransom, I couldn’t give you another chance even if I wanted to” you sighed loudly. “I-it goes against my principles, and that's all I have right now. So please, just leave.” you pleaded.

Ransom’s eyes hardened, he wouldn’t back down. This time you noticed the speck of regret in his eyes, but to damn with his jealousy. He didn't want this to end, and he hadn’t meant for it to. 

“Come on, don't be so stubborn, Y/N. I love you, is that what you want me to say? I’ll do anything just say the word” 

You smiled with hurt in your eyes as you looked at him. The words didn't mean much to you when his actions suggested otherwise. It was the insincere note in his tone that made it easier, but maybe he had meant it. His eyes were much more expressive than his words could be, not that it changed anything.

You simply shook your head no, looking down at your hands and playing with your fingers. 

“No, you don't” 

The cheap trick at making amends, would not coax your forgiveness, not this time.

Thank you for reading :) 

A/N: My  sister requested that I put her in the credits for her lil two cents in some of the dialogue, so here she goes. 

#ransom thrombey x reader #ransome drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #Knives Out #ransom x y/n #ransom thrombrey #ransom thrombey fanfic #angst #breakup