#i heard this sound on tik tok and immediately knew what i had to do

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Unwrap Me-Colby Brock

(not my gif)

A/n: I just thought I'd drop this small one. I know Christmas is over, but I got sick over the break and didn't get to finish until today. So Merry Late Christmas to whoever celebrates. I kind of got this idea from an Ariana Grande song. Please relax and enjoy.

-Samantha 

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I was sitting on the couch scrolling through tik tok when I kept getting videos of girls making outfits out of wrapping paper. I just knew I had to try on Colby. I went to my room to start planning. As I was planning out how I want the outfit to look I got a call from Kat. I picked it up and smiled. " Hey Kat! What's up?" I questioned

" Hey, just wanted to chat." She said 

I nodded while cutting out the pieces for my outfit. " What are you doing?" Kat questioned 

I replied with, " You know that trend going around where everyone is creating outfits out of wrapping paper?" 

She let out a loud laugh while saying, " Don't tell me you're making one for Colby." 

I stayed silent while making the skirt. She stopped laughing. " OMG! Oh my god! You're actually being for real." 

I let out a chuckle. " Yea, I just think Colby's reaction will be amazing." She was just watching me. " Girl when you're done making it please show me." 

I nodded while continuing the skirt I'm still making. 

'time jump'

I was just about when I heard someone enter Kat's room. I glanced up to fins Sam. " Hey Sam!" I shouted 

He glanced up confused until he saw me through the phone. " Hey Y/n/n. What are you working on?" He said, wrapping his arms around Kat. 

I smiled, " Something for Colby, we'll, more for my entertainment." I said laughing at the end

He raised his eyebrows interested in the thing I was making. " Are you almost done?" Kat asked

Right as she asked I finished the very last part of the outfit. I smiled at both of them. " Done." I exclaimed 

" We'll go try it on." Kat said excitedly 

I smiled and nodded. " Be right back." I said rushing to the bathroom. I was carefully putting it on to not rip it. I heard Kat yelling through the phone. " Girl hurry, I want to see." I let out a soft chuckle while double checking that everything was perfect. I smiled, hyping myself up. I opened the door and stated...

" Okay, Are you guys ready?" 

I didn't get to hear Sam's response due to Kat screaming. " I've been ready." I let out a laugh before walking over to the phone. Kat let out a loud gasp while Sam's jaw immediately dropped. "Omg! You look so gorgeous Y/n/n." Kat said hyping me up

I felt my cheeks getting warm. " Thanks Kat." 

" Colby is going to die when he sees you." Kat stated 

I smiled when Sam smirked. " What's that face for?" He let out a chuckle before saying,"Just so you know Colby just showed up at the house."  

I felt myself panic, " What!" I whisper shouted

He just laughed at my reaction. Kat let out a small laugh before calming me down. " Y/n/n don't panic, you look stunning." I glanced at her, " You think so." 

She smiled through the phone. " Now go get your man." 

I chuckled. " Well I'll let you know how it goes." She winked, " You better." Which made me laugh, we hung up and I started hyping myself up. I took  a deep breath before calling him just to make sure he was home. 

" Hey, baby." he said 

" Hi." 

I heard him let out a chuckle. " What's up, I know you're home." 

I let out a small giggle. " I just want to make sure you are home." 

" Why?" he sounded curious 

" You know, I may or may not have a surprise for you." 

" Really!" he said 

I ignored his response to ask, " Where are you in the house?" 

" The living room." he stated 

I smiled to myself. " Stay there." 

Before he could say anything else I hung up. I took one last deep sigh before heading down the stairs. I turned on the song which made Colby laugh. " Babe, what is this?" he asked through deep chuckles 

Which only made me let out giggles. " It's your surprise, silly." I said walking down the rest of the steps. 

" Okay you ready?" I asked feeling nervous 

" Babe, what are you nervous about?" 

I let out a chuckle. " No reason, I'm coming in." 

" We'll hurry up and get your cute butt in here." 

I felt myself blush. I slowly walked in and Colby's eyes widened. I felt butterflies swarming in my stomach along with my heartbeat getting faster just from him watching me. 

Colby's POV

I was really confused when she turned music on but also kind of excited to see what she had planned. 

After I told her to get her cute butt in the room, I was getting pumped up. What I didn't expect was to see her in wrapping paper. My brain froze just watching her. I was speechless, I then listened to the lyrics and smirked. " So you want me to unwrap you?" I saw her blush which was adorable. I got up from the couch and walked over to her. I gently placed my hands on her hips and glanced up and down her body. Seeing her body covered in wrapping paper up closer was even more exciting. 

I leaned my head to her right ear and whispered. " I would love to do the honors of ripping this off you." 

I pulled back to find her staring up at me with so much love. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to her lips. Once her lips touched mine I couldn't stop myself from going in deeper. She let out a soft groan from the feeling. I felt my hands exploring her body. I pulled away and picked her up over my shoulder. She let out a slight scream. " Colby!" 

I just chuckled and made my way to the bedroom. " What for the room cause you will be screaming my name to the whole world darling." I said 

Your POV

 I felt myself blush again from his words. I then wrapped my arms around his back so I didn't fall. " Colby..." I mumbled 

He tightened his hold on me and responded with, " Yes princess." 

I let out a nervous giggle. " Um...the paper might have torn when you picked me up." All he did was laugh, " Well it was going to come off anyway." 

The next thing I knew I was softly tossed on his bed with him leaning over me. " I can't wait to rip this off." he whispered 

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Okay, I know some of you won't like me for how I ended it, but I rather not write anything with that. I mean feel free to imagine. I know I might be robbing you guys, it's just I don't feel super comfortable writing the whole topic. 

Thank you so much for supporting me through the many years I started writing. 

-Samantha

#mine #fluff #colby brock fluff #colby brock fanfic #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock fic #colby brock one shot

[forever-rogue]

Hello beautiful! Huge fan of your work! I have an interesting request. Don't know if you know or remember that tik tok trend where the women got those leggings, the ones that enhanced the ~booty~ and I immediately thought of frankie morales. 👀 could you do an x reader fic about that? Can be smutty too iykyk 🫠🥰 xo

AN | Oh, trust me. I do know 😏

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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You weren’t sure if you were more amused or embarrassed by your latest little impulse purchase. Perhaps it wasn’t so much an impulse considering you’d gone back and forth on whether or not to buy damn the thing.

Those silly leggings that everyone was talking about. The very ones that proclaimed to enhance your butt and make it look incredibly enticing. 

And, as you laid in bed one evening unable to sleep, you came to the decision to buy them. What was the worst that could happen? You’d have a new pair of leggings. Which wouldn’t be too bad. At best you’d have an extremely luscious booty. You considered that a win-win.

And now they’d arrived, your little package just sitting on the front porch until you were able to get home from work. 

Frankie had beaten you home and had grabbed the package and set it on the table in the kitchen, sending you a quick text to let you know you’d received a package. If only he knew what was in store. Maybe. The jury was still out on that one. 

Once you’d gotten home, you were ready to grab the package and all but ran upstairs. 

“Hey baby,” Frankie’s voice cut through your internal monologue and stopped you with a sweet smile. Your face flushed with warmth as you smiled back at him. Your husband, ever so observant, noticed that something was on your mind, “what’s up?”

“Hey my love,” you stepped over to him and let him wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug. His arms might have been your favorite place in the entire world, strong and soft at the same time, holding you just perfectly. You buried your face in his chest, taking his familiar scent, all uniquely him, “missed you today.”

“I missed you too,” you could feel his chuckle reverberating throughout his chest, the sound familiar and always welcome. You looked up at him, finding those big, brown eyes watching you reverently. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips…and then you stole a few more, “alright, what’s up with you?”

“Can’t I just kiss my husband without any ulterior motives?” you teased, wishing that for once he couldn’t read you so easily, “nothing’s up, Francisco. You’re just really handsome and I am really lucky.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed in content as you carded a hand through his dark locks, lightly scratching at his scalp, “whatever you say, Abejita.”

“Exactly,” you grinned, “whatever I say goes. What do you wanna do for dinner?”

“How about we order in Thai?” he suggested and you perked up, stomach already growling. He heard it and laughed, a sound that went straight to your heart, “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll order if you want to go and change.”

“Perfect,” oh yes. This would give you the opportunity to try the leggings without him being too nosy, “just the usual please! I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

“You’re up to something!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you shouted as you bounded up the stairs taking them two at a time. 

Once you made it to your bedroom, you ducked into the en suite bathroom and ripped open the package. You were almost giddy as you ran your hands over the soft, buttery fabric. You undid your pants and almost kicked them off in excitement before pulling on the leggings.

They did feel nice on your skin, and you turned to study yourself in the mirror. You posed a few times, trying to take in all angles to see if the leggings did what they proclaimed to do. After a few moments of intense scrutiny you realized that you couldn’t quite tell. You like the way your butt looked, but honestly you liked it in most things, so you weren’t sure if the leggings actually did anything. That would be up to Frankie to decide when you wore them. 

You pulled them back off and stuck them in the laundry basket to be washed soon. You doubted that Frankie would notice anything new, especially an unassuming pair of black leggings. You pulled off the rest of your clothes and slipped some comfy loungewear before heading back downstairs. 

Frankie’s face lit up at the sight of you; he was practically the physical manifestation of heart eyes. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you whispered shyly, “you’re gonna make me fall even more in love with you.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he grinned happily as you waved him off, “I mean it.”

“Even in my lazy, comfy clothes?”

“Even in your lazy comfy clothes,” he agreed, “always and in anything you could ever put on or without anything on.”

“You’re a fool, Morales.”

“A fool for you, Morales,” and you almost knocked him over with the sheer intensity of your hug. You really, really, loved this man.

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It was a few days before you managed to do laundry, and even longer until you finally grabbed the leggings. You’d almost forgotten about them at this point, but you had a day off and planned to do some stuff around the house, so you threw them on along with a t-shirt. Definitely not anything sexy or over the top, but comfortable. That’s what you were going for if you were going to be moving around. 

It wasn’t until that evening when you were making dinner that things got a little…interesting. Frankie had gotten home and had gone upstairs to clean up first, dirty and greasy (and very sexy in your humble opinion) and ever the gentleman with not wanting to get you dirty either. You were standing at the counter, chopping some vegetables for a salad when you heard him make his way back downstairs. 

“Hey honey,” you didn’t turn around just yet, instead focusing on the task at hand. When you heard nothing but silence, you assumed something was wrong. After wiping your hands on the tea towel you turned around to find him standing there with an expression of awe on his face, “Francisco? Is everything alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he managed to choke out, nodding slightly, “you look…umm. Wow.”

“Just so you know wow can mean a multitude of things, and not always good,” you crossed your arms over your chest and watched his face flush a pretty shade of rose, “care to elaborate?”

“You’re so fucking hot,” was all he managed to choke, which caused you to break into a fit of giggles. Normally so eloquent but suddenly rendered speechless, “I-I mean, you’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful but today you also just look so…hot.”

“Ahh, well thank you,” you bounced over to him and pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek, “you look very hot yourself.”

“Are those new leggings?” he finally asked, eyes skimming down your body as he swallowed thickly, “they look nice.”

“Oh,” you looked down at yourself when it suddenly hit you that you were indeed wearing those leggings, “oh. Yeah, I am. You like them, Frankie?”

“I do,” he confessed, almost nervously as he tried to make sure he wasn’t saying the wrong thing. When he saw the coquettish grin on your face he knew that he’d said the right thing, “I really do.”

“Do they make my butt look good?” you turned around and lifted your t-shirt just enough to make sure he could get a full, long look at everything. 

“They sure do,” he rasped and before you could say or do anything else, you felt his hands on your hips and he pulled you into his body, “so good, you minx. You planned this didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied innocently, a small gasp escaping your lips as he slid his hands down to grab at your butt, “maybe you just really like my ass.”

“Hmm,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm, soft frame. You felt him drag his lips against your shoulder and up the side of your neck which caused you to sigh happily, “you’re so gorgeous.”

“Francisco,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You loved him, you loved this, but you decided that you were going to mess with him just a little bit longer, “but I’m in the middle of making dinner so can you please control yourself for a bit?”

“Fuck,” he groaned as you slipped out of his grasp, moving to lean against the other side of the counter. You put the most innocent look you could muster up before turning back to the cutting board, “you’re killin’ me here, baby.”

“Aww, my love,” you pretended to give him a pout and he playfully held up his middle before putting on a puppy dog face of his own, “can’t control your own horniness for a few minutes?”

“One - it’s going to be longer than a few minutes and two - can you blame me? Have you seen yourself?” he tried to reach over to touch you and shimmied out of his grasp as you held up the knife, “you’re brutal.” 

“I love you too,” you grabbed a piece of cucumber and gently shoved it in his mouth with a giggle before he could argue any further, “you know, if you help me finish dinner, we can eat sooner and that means we can-”

“Whatever you need,” he nodded eagerly, “I’ll help.”

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You made it a point to drop things or bend over as much as possible while the two of you made dinner. You could practically hear the small groans and sharp inhales that escaped his lips. Perhaps it was a little cruel, to taunt your poor husband like this, but you’d made it up to him later.

You also weren’t immune to the way he made it a point to siddle around you as much as possible, his hands just grazing over your body. You’d let him get away with it for now, just a little taste for what was to come.

“You’re eating so slowly,” Frankie pointed out as you chewed your bite a little bit longer before swallowing. Maybe you were, “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“It’s important to thoroughly chew your food before swallowing,” you shrugged innocently, “it can really help your digestion.”

“You. Are. A. Menace,” he insisted, scowling at his broccoli like it had wronged him in a manner most foul, “can’t believe you tricked me into marrying you.”

“That’s because you know I’m worth it.”

“Not right now,” he mumbled as you started laughing. You knew he was just playing but it was a little fun to get him all riled up. That was just one of the many wonderful parts of your relationship. You raised an eyebrow and he sighed dramatically, “fine! Even right now.”

“That’s what I thought,” you took one more bite before pushing away your plate and leaning back in your arm. Frankie’s eyes were quick to shoot over to you as he drank you up, “you know, I think I’m done eating.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm,” you grabbed your glass of wine and finished off before looking at him in what you hoped was a seductive look. Either way, it was your husband, he was a goner for you either way, “but…I’m still hungry.”

“Oh,” his pretty brown eyes widened. 

“Wanna help me out?” you stood up and held your hand out towards him. He watched you in silent awe before nodding eagerly and taking your outstretched hand. Before you could lead to him towards the stairs, he pulled you towards him, crashing his lips on yours hungrily. He kissed you like his life depended on it, refusing to part from you until you were both dizzy and out of breath “I see you do wanna help me out.”

“As if that was ever a question,” he  stole a few more kisses, making sure to get a good feel of your ass before dragging you towards the living room.

“Frankie! Upstairs - bedroom,” you snickered but he shook his head, messy curls bouncing roguishly. 

“No time,” he insisted, his hands already dancing under the hem of your shirt, “need you now, baby.”

“You’re too much!” but you were putty in his hands anyway.

“But you love me.”

“But I love you,” you shrieked happily as he gently pushed you onto the couch, pinning you underneath him. His eyes were as hungry as you felt, “Frankie.”

“As much as I love you in these leggings,” he tugged on the waistband, his voice low and raspy, “they need to come off.”

“Yes, please.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales imagine #frankie morales one shot #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader

[ky44]

The sully’s arrive and they agree to learn the metkayina ways but they struggle with a problem, Ao’nung the longer they stay the more trouble he causes but what happen when his rut causes an even more intense issue.

Credit to tik tok for the insults

Warning: teenage pregnancy, smut

Side note: this story switches between my pov as narrator and yours

It took everything in your power not to cry when leaving the forest, it was a tough trip with the rain, strong winds, and other things challenging you it was like eywa didn’t wan’t you to leave.

As soon as your family stepped on the sand you were surrounded, you took notice of the looks of curiosity, confusion, and fear it made you feel like a fish out of water.

Soon the crowd parted, you watched as two boys walked through, one was tall he had a bun, while the shorter one had free curls.

Your older brother Neteyam gave the “I see you” sign only for them not to return it and just stare at him, honestly it angered you they didn’t know you well enough to have a problem, hell you just got here so why treat us like that.

Other than your brother trying to be respectful and these dickheads not showing the same you hear “is that supposed to be a tail how are they supposed to swim” followed by laughter lo’ak was about to say something but Neteyam stopped him, he was about to turn around and tell you not to say anything until a girl walked up hitting the boys “do not Ao’nung, Rotxo”! Making the boys scoff and avoid eye contact.

Without a second thought you mumbled “I don’t wanna hear anything from fish lips he looks like he eats rocks” Neteyam quickly turned around scolding you while lo’ak laughter and the girl giggled.

The boy who you now knew was Ao’nung looked at you with a glare as Rotxo was trying to hold back his laughter he was gonna say something back until he heard lo’ak tell his sister “hey” before hearing her giggle causing both him and Rotxo to turn with glares.

Soon the ocean of na’vi parted and a male walked through, your father did the “I see you” notion then gave you all a look to tell you to do the same, immediately you and your siblings did what you were told to, “I see you Tonowari oleyktan of the metkayina.”

Soon there was a hiss and then a very obviously pregnant woman walked through the crowd, your father once again did the “I see you” notion followed by the words “I see you Ronal tsahik of the metkayina” the woman only glanced at him not returning the gesture, honestly you could see where Ao’nung got his disrespect from.

After a little your dad convinced them to let you stay it was announced that his daughter tsireya and son Ao’nung would be showing you guys around and teaching you the way of water, Ao’nung tried to refuse but was cutoff by his father.

After they led us to our marui, we were informed we’ll begin our lessons in the afternoon, once we got packed dad gave us a speech about how we have to pull our weight, then we went on our way to the shore for our lessons,

When we met at the shore they jumped in the water as me and my siblings looked at each other for a minute until they signaled for us to dive in as well, lo’ak and Neteyam jumped in first, the first thing that came to my mind was “why the hell did Neteyam run like that”

Soon me,kiri, and tuk followed, immediately I was swept away by the beauty of the sea the fierceness, creatures, and the beauty of the waves. I had already realized my siblings were gone but I knew they were fine they were with tsireya.

As I was swimming I noticed kiri, gently tapping her shoulder, she turned she turned to me and smiled she was looking at an creature so beautiful it was ethereal, I returned her smile before we both loved on continuing to explore.

We noticed there was I clicking sound I turned my head first, there were two beautiful creatures, I was drawn more to the one on the right and by the way it started swimming to I guessed it was the same, instead of immediately bonding I swam with it for a while wanting to build a non physical bond.

Not long after I bonded with it we were slowly swimming around, kiri and hers as well.

Soon we all went back to the shore, as we made it back to the beach the group got in a circle.

“ you have bonded with ilu now we will work on your breathing” tsireya said, that’s mostly how that day went learning to ride ilu, learning sign language, and watching lo’ak get flustered as tsireya helped him.

It had been a few days since we’d been here me and kiri were just minding our business, kiri was listening to eywa’s heartbeat, it amazed me how strong her connection with the great mother was, I only had a strong connection with the animals and nature not her spirit, while she did that I was watching a sea creature burrow itself in the sand.

Suddenly a shadow loomed over us followed by muffled words and laughs, I already knew who it was but I ignored them but kiri didn’t I watched as she got out the water signaling she was ready to leave, I quickly got up not wanting to be stuck here with HIM alone.

As we were trying to walk away Ao’nung grabbed my hand yanking me to him while one of his roach looking friends yanked my tail, I was quick to get my tail free and hiss at the boy before pushing Ao’nung.

Then I noticed one of them messing with kiri while the other laughed and quickly pulled her back and hissed, Ao’nung was quick to hiss back before his friend even got the chance, you were about to hiss again until you heard your brother.

“Back off fish lips!!” Lo’ak shouted, “Oh another four fingered freak haha” he laughed as him and his friends pulled and pushed lo’ak around calling him “baby tail” kiri immediately yelled ”leave us alone!”

I turned to see Neteyam stomping over and gave a sign of relief, he pushed Ao’nung setting lo’ak free from their pestering, his friend was gonna say something only for Ao’nung to put his hand up signaling him to be quiet, which the friend did as Neteyam told them to back off.

“Also I need you to respect my sisters” Ao’nung gave a ominous smirk before we all began to walk off, until lo’ak heard Ao’nung saying stuff.

He quickly turned around Neteyam trying to stop him only for his reply to be “I got this bro” and walk up to them.

“Look I know this hand is funny I’m a freak it’s alien” he started Ao’nung and his friends laughing, “But it can do something really cool first you ball you fist up just like this then” I knew what he was gonna do so I wasn’t surprised seeing lo’ak giave Ao’nung the three piece combo with extra sauce.

As expected a fight broke out and Neteyam not wanting to leave lo’ak to get jumped he ran and jumped in too, kiri tried to tell them to stop while I was laughing at them kiri soon joining in aswell realizing how stupid they looked.

Soon the fight was broken up by one of the adults seeing the fight, I sighed “We’re definitely gonna get our asses beat.”

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when we got back to the marui all hell broke loose, lo’ak and Neteyam were getting chewed into big time, dad was mad they got into a fight with Ao’nung because he was the chiefs son.

Although dad did soften up a bit when lo’ak told him it was because he was calling me and kiri freaks and stuff, he still forced lo’ak to go and apologize.

Right when Neteyam was about to go and leave he asked him “what do the other guys look like” Neteyam smiled and said “ worse” “good” “a lot worse” dad smiled and said “get outta here.”

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while dad was talking to kiri I was swimming around looking at the ocean with my ilu, I had a bad feeling I hadn’t seen lo’ak since he went to apologize.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried and this terrrible gut feeling I had wasn’t helping me at all.

Soon I got out the water and noticed a crowd immediately running up and being confused why people were parting for me to get through, I saw lo’ak who was covered in cuts and bruises.

I gasped and ran up to him immediately looking for any bad injuries, he gently moved my hands telling me he was fine as he glared at Ao’nung from behind me.

Soon the rest of our family came up dad practically pushed me out of the way to check up on lo’ak if it wasn’t for mom I would’ve fell.

Me and lo’ak have always had a closer connection to our mom seeing as dad was always hard on lo’ak because he saw himself in loak, and him being my twin I hated how he was always in trouble other than that dad never really yelled at me unless I stood up to defending loak.

After mom checked on him and saw he was fine she said “I pray to eywa that I do not pluck the eyes out of my youngest son!” She hissed doing a plucking motion lo’ak moveing his head glare not leaving Ao’nung.

“No, my son lead him out of the reef the blame is his” tonowari said making Ao’nung get on his knee, Ao’nung had an ashamed look on his face, honestly I feel kinda bad for him, Jake immediately started pulling lo’ak out for he crowd on for lo’ak to get out of his grasp.

“No, it’s my fault Ao’nung told me not to go outside the reef but I went anyway” lo’ak pleaded I knew he was lying, I could tell from Ao’nung’s confused face.

Dad immediately started pulling lo’ak again it was obvious he was mad, he got in to lo’ak aswell as Neteyam, before saying something that even mom looked at him shocked for.

“You have brought shame onto this family!” Mom looked shocked as lo’ak asked can he go now, “you cause anymore trouble I’ll jerk a knot into your tail you read me”he said letting go of him and walking off. I followed after lo’ak and pat his shoulder and hugged hime before walking off.

As lo’ak was walking Ao’nung joined him “why’d you lie for me” he asked confused “Because I know what it’s like to be one big disappointment” he said as he kept walking Ao’nung stopped for a moment before catching up with him.( zesty ass walk)

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the more time we spent in awa’atlu the more me and Ao’nung grew to hate eachother, as a matter of a fact it got so bad that our parents even began to notice the hatred.

Them noticing led us to them trying to get us to get along, which is how me and Ao’nung ended up in this situation of our parents talking us glaring at eachother.

“Since you two are the only ones not getting along we figured this would help you” Ronal stated, this made both of us quickly turn our heads me with a scowl at the woman while Ao’nung shocked.

“The moonshine festival is tomorrow so you two will be the one picking the fruit” tonowari stated, while Ao’nung looked petrified I was confused “the what?” I asked “it’s a tradition to help the children be friends two that don’t get along are assigned tasks together.” Tonowari stated.

I stared at them before mumbling “ aw hell naw.” But of course my mother being her she heard me and hit my shoulder giving me a bffr look, I pouted.

“Ugh let’s get this over with!” Ao’nung grumbled angrily picking up the basket and getting up I followed as we glared at eachother.

As we were walking out he whispered “imu’ta(bitch)” “dickhead” I whispered back, what we couldn’t see as we were beefing while walking out was our parents sighing before our parent left to prepare aswell.

We had made it to the outskirts of the beach where the mini forest was “where are these fruit?” I asked turning to him, he rolled his eyes “in the middle of the forest” so we started walking, I’m from the forest but even I had to admit this was quite a walk.

When we finally got there he showed me the fruit and the color they had to be to pick them one we had picked a basket full, I started to feel hot aswell a a burn in the pit of my stomach.

“This can’t be happening right now!” I mumbled, of course my heat wanted to start the minute I’m alone with Ao’nung.

I was so caught I up I didn’t notice Ao’nung turn to me, and when I finally did notice him,

I knew he smelled my heat…..

We stared at eachother lust clouding in both our eyes before he dropped the basket picked me up and next thing I knew we were in a secluded area in the forest.

I moaned as I felt the bulge in his loincloth grinding against me, a hiss escaped my mouth as I felt his teeth plunge into me.

He stopped for a minute looking into my eyes, I knew why he was looking at me, we might hate each other and he might be a dumbass but even he would ask for permission as soon as nodded my top and loincloth were practically ripped off of me.

My nipples hardened at the air hitting them as my pussy gushed at the feeling of air, it gushed even more when he took of his loincloth.

As his cock slapped against his stomach my mouth watered, he was above average, veiny, and the tip was a pretty pinkish-purple.

Not to mention his knot at the base was twitching. He was staring at me, trying to get a full sight of my body.

I brought my hand down his eyes following, as I gently spread my folds, “Please….Ao’nung I need you.” I noticed more lust crowd his eyes before he practically pounced on me.

Catching my lips in a rough kiss, before his hand took the place of mine keeping my folds spread as placed his tip at my entrance.

Before I finally felt him push it in a moan immediately escaping my mouth as curses left his, he continued pushing until he was fully in all except his knot.

He started slowly he was obviously holding back but sped up when he heard me whine to go faster.

My legs moved to his sides as he held himself up, both of his arms either side by my head. My arms securely around his shoulders.

His thrust were rabid like he was an animal that’s been denied to long. His thrusting was only getting faster as he pressed his lips against mine his tongues immediately going into my mouth and overpowering mine.

The kiss was messy and heated as I moaned into his mouth. Next thing I knew he had me in a mating press, the bulge in my belly very noticeable.

Our moans, grunts, and the sound of skin slapping only grew louder the closer we got I could feel the knot forming in my stomach.

Before I could even tell Ao’nung I was close he said “I know me too just hold on a little more baby.” His thrusts quickening even more before the knot in my stomach snapping as I let out a cry of his name.

When the knot in my stomach snapped he didn’t stop nor slow down making me whine, I noticed his thrusts becoming sloppy.

Before he finally buried himself fully into me knot and all. My eyes rolled back as I felt his hot cum shoot inside.

We sat there for a minute him still inside me as we stared at eachother. Next thing I knew our lips were locked in a gentle loving kiss.

When we both pulled away I yelped as I felt teeth plunging into my neck. Followed by him sucking on my skin.

Which most definitely left a mark before he got from between my legs and pulled out. I was gonna sit up only for him to hold me down as he watched his cum ooze out of me.

I winced as I felt two of his fingers push some back in. “Let’s help eachother when we’re in heat.” was all he said as he continued to watch his seed leave my body…..”alright.” I said.

We had fixed ourselves up and we were bringing the fruit back to his marui when we stepped inside tonowari and dad were discussing something before turning their attention to us.

Since Ao’nung was just standing there I grabbed the basket set on the table. Turned around and walked out, I noticed Ao’nung scowl at me on my way which I returned.

Tonowari and Jake watching the interaction just sighed as Ao’nung went to his room. “Those kids ain’t ever gonna get along.” Jake sighed shaking his head, tonowari just nodded his head in agreement.

We kept our word helping eachother whether it was heat or sexual frustration, but us being stupid horny teenagers everytime we did it he knotted me. Most would probably wonder why would you let him and in all honestly it’s because I was falling for him.

Which is how we ended up in this situation of our mothers yelling at us as our fathers glared at Ao’nung, for two different reason.

Your probably wondering how’d they find out about your little randevue’s well it all started when me and my siblings where hanging out.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Walking by the trees talking and laughing well until I turned and threw up in some bushes. “Ew, are you ok?” Lo’ak said obvious worry in his voice as he begun rubbing my back while kiri held my hair.

“We should take you to the tsahik!” Neteyam said and before I could even refuse he and my siblings had already rushed me there. Sending tuk to get our parents.

Our parents got there while she was in the middle of examining me. “Is she ok!?” My mother said urgently. As Ronal finally figured out what was wrong with you her eyes widened as she gasped. Which wasn’t helping mother’s anxiety.

“She is with child!” Ronal stated. Loak’s jaw dropped to the bottom of the ocean while everyone else looked stunned including you.

“Who was it!” Jake was the first to address the issue of course coming of a little more hostile than he meant, but come on he just found out a boy had been sleeping with one of his sweet angels.

“I-“ I started trying to get words out and it wasn’t helping the states on me aswell as the fact my siblings had also begun questioning me asking me over and over again who it was until everyone got silent, at the sound of Ao’nung.

“It was me….” He said of course that got the attention of them but all hell broke loose after he said that avoiding his parents gazes aswell as my dad’s who looked like he wanted to feed him to an akula. Not to mention Neteyam he was terrifying.

Ronal and tonowari immediately began questioning Ao’nung. “Is this true!?” Neytiri asked shock and a bit of anger mixing in her features. “Yes.” I made sure not to look into her eyes as soon we were both getting and earful.

And that is how we ended up in this situation our parents scolding us and wondering what their gonna do.

Your heads were both down but they immediately came up at the words that left Ronal’s mouth “you two will have to be mated before eywa!” Your parents reluctantly but immediately agreed not wanting either of you to miss out on the life of your child.

Everyone had finally agreed and was leaving until you and Ao’nung looked at eachother before saying.

“We do not wish to be mated….”

#aonung #ronal avatar #tonowari #neytiri #neteyam #loak sully #tuktirey #kiri sully #tsireya #rotxo #avatar the way of water

[starwalker3001]

Just a quick thing-

The way I discovered ghost is kinda cliche. I was having a terrible day, wasn’t feel good about myself so I just started mindlessly scrolling through tik tok, I wasn’t even watching the actual videos I was just lying in my back with phone in one hand I honestly felt like giving up back then. Then as I was crying I heard this beautiful guitar solo, I had never heard anything like it, it sounded so passionate and so emotional. I was immediately just transported to somewhere happier in my mind and I just laid there for a good 5 minutes just listening to it over and over. When I finally looked at my phone screen I just saw this guy wearing some sort of steam punk mask with white horns and a white guitar. I was… confused to say the least- I looked up what band this person was in and it was “ghost” I kinda knew who they were because at the time Mary on a cross was trending big I had never seen the actual band. I did a deep dive into ghost I found out about copia, the nameless ghouls, and all the lore surrounding the band, I listened to each song. The concerts all looked so much fun, they would actually interact with the crowd, playing rock paper scissors, throw out picks, they would even dance with the music! They looked genuinely happy to be on stage and I had never seen any music artist do that. I found out the name of the ghoul that i immediately fell in love with, dewdrop, the fire ghoul, also the lead guitarist he plays his guitar so passionately that even if he cut his finger and started bleeding he would still play! Every time I see him play the guitar I always just feel so inspired- while each ghoul is lovable in their own way and I love them all so much I just can’t help but favor dewdrop, he was the reason I discovered ghost in the first place. it has been my dream to go to a ghost concert, get in the front row, see dewdrop play the guitar, and get one of his picks, maybe even get ciriced by him! I do try to separate the ghoul from the man under the mask, because I’ve noticed how he doesn’t respond to sodo when on stage, he tries his best to conceal his identity when performing for ghost. So I call him dewdrop, or fire ghoul to make it simple. I will get to that concert. And I will get the pick,Call if wishful thinking- but I will get there one day and I may go deaf but it will be so worth it.

Thank you for changing my life Per💜

#dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #respite on the spitalfields #band ghost #ghost ghouls #the band ghost #ghost the band #gonst #my dreams #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv

[roboticspacecase]

Illuminacho said: I'd love to see a billdip hero x villain fic, of any length, I've been seeing a lot of tik toks with that dynamic, and I'd love to see it in billdip form, if you're still taking prompts

I've been working a lot, so prompts have been slow, but I promise I'm still going to do most of them! :D If I don't do one, it's because I just didn't know where to go with it ;w; but here's this one for y'all!

A loud bang filled the streets, rattling windows and setting off car alarms. People had long since found cover from the debris, so Dipper didn't look for anyone in need of help once the bright, yellow smoke cleared. Instead, his eyes landed on Cipher, the cause of all the trouble.

"You're such a stubborn little thing!" the villain sang as he stepped through the last plume of smoke. "It's so sad to see someone that calls himself a hero defending these banks that would sooner see the people starve than do an ounce of good."

Dipper grit his teeth, standing firmly in place. Cipher walked right up to him, stopping less than a foot away. "I don't support what they do, I support not hurting innocent people. You're trying to tear down buildings with people inside of them, and I don't think that's very nice. So yeah, I'm going to keep being stubborn."

Cipher chuckled, raising his gloved hands as if he were surrendering. "Oh, well, when you put it that way, I guess my entire world view is now changed, and you can take me to jail to serve time for all the crimes I've committed!"

"You're stalling, aren't you?" Dipper took a quick step back, eyes darting to the bank that was now missing a wall. "Is there a second bomb? Tell me now, Cipher! If you really have some ideal of protecting the masses, you'll at least let me try to find it."

A moment of silence fell between them as Cipher's hands slowly lowered, his lips stretching into a wide, sharp-toothed grin. Dipper always speculated that the villain didn't live a normal life outside of crime, seeing as someone would no doubt recognize such a smile and turn him in immediately.

"That's one thing I never got," Cipher hummed. "How you heroes never seem to realize that cracking a few eggs is the only way to make an omelet. Society will never help me turn on the powerful if all of them are making it out of these encounters alive! Besides, casualties cause drama, and I'm nothing if not a drama queen!"

Just as Cipher finishes speaking, another burst of yellow smoke exploded a few streets away from them. Dipper could hardly hear the villain laughing over the sounds of people screaming and running from the explosion. He tried to swing at Cipher, wanting to keep the villain there since he knew other heroes would be able to take care of the rest, only his hand was caught before he made contact.

Cipher yanked Dipper against him, still laughing as he pressed their masks together. "Pine Tree," he growled out, "you're always so eager to cut our time short. Don't you want to do the fun hero thing where you pretend to care about my feelings in hopes that it will sway me to your side and forever stop my evil schemes?"

The first few times Cipher had forced Dipper so close to him, Dipper could hardly breathe. His heart pounded away in his chest, and his mind raced to figure out some way out of his grasp. But now, even though he couldn't look Cipher in the eyes, Dipper stared right at him and took in even breaths.

"I've never pretended to care," he said softly. "You think I would even take the time to talk if I didn't care? Or that I'd be out here in the first place, putting out every fire you start, even if I limp home covered in burns?" Dipper placed his free hand on Cipher's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "I care about everyone's right to live a safe, happy life. Even yours, Cipher. But I can't allow people to hurt each other in the pursuit of that."

Cipher scoffed, though he stayed still and silent until sirens could be heard closing in on them. "Maybe one of these times I blow you up, I'll knock those rose-colored glasses off your face, and you'll finally see what I see." He let go of Dipper's hand, taking a step back. "I hope you will, eventually, Pine Tree. I enjoy our time together, and I think the two of us working together would lead to great things."

"I'll never work with you," Dipper huffed. "Not unless you see my side of things."

"Who knows," Cipher chuckled as a plume of smoke erupted at his feet, covering the villain, "maybe one day we'll both change our minds. Wouldn't that be dramatic?" His voice faded as the cloud did, leaving Dipper standing in the street to wait for the approaching police cars.

They all jumped out of their cars with their weapons drawn, expecting to see Cipher still standing there. But, of course, he always left just in time to never face the consequences of his actions.

Dipper made his escape as well, not wanting to have to answer their questions about why he let Cipher get away. That and he had somewhere to be. A date that he was running late to.

After a quick change at his apartment, Dipper hurried off to the café nearby, a place that thankfully never got hit by any sort of villain attacks. It always offered a tranquil environment, which is exactly why he and Bill always picked it for their lunches.

"There you are," his boyfriend said, gesturing to the seat across from him. "I was worried you'd be late again. Though, I'm one to talk, I'm no better at keeping time."

Dipper laughed as he sat down. "We're both bad at it, but at least we're here now. Today has been so busy with work. Lots of paperwork and writing to be done when there's always someone coming to me with news stories about villains and whatnot. We live in a wild world."

Bill gave him a soft smile, leaning forward so that he could grasp Dipper's hand. "Seems like no one is allowed to rest easy in today's world. But don't worry, I'll be your hero and always keep you safe."

A deep blush covered Dipper's face, and he grabbed Bill's hand as well. "Oh, stop, you're too much. Did you order our drinks already? If you did, you got me hot chocolate instead of coffee, right?"

"Don't worry, Dipper," Bill hummed, kissing the back of Dipper's hand. "I remember all of your favorite things. At this point, I know more about you than you probably know about yourself."

Dipper snorted. Even though he and Bill had been dating for nearly a year, he had only let the blond know surface level things about him. It was just safer that way. "Nonsense, I'm a big mystery yet to be unraveled. You just don't know even that yet."

Bill laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, I'll figure out everything about you eventually. It is my job as your boyfriend, after all."

#billdip #drabbles #writing requests #villian Bill #Hero Dipper #this was so much fun to write #I feel like I blacked out then suddenly words were on the screen #but like in a good way lol #not edited in anyway #we die like men

[trulybetty]

Social | (Dieter Bravo x OFC)

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Warnings: alcohol, minor drug reference, past relationships, drunk behaviour, this is Cliff Beasts Dieter now. Summary: Chaotic Dieter is just as chaotic when he's on the other side of the Atlantic and in another time zone. AO3: Linked

A/N: Inspired by both @wildemaven's text exchange series between Poppy & Dieter and @gnpwdrnwhiskey's between SunDrop & Ginger

Social

2021

With her phone in hand, Bryony rolled off her bed, pulling her hoodie over her head as she went, opening the door to the hallway, she called out, "Cricket! Where are you?"

"Down here!" came the shout from what sounds like the vicinity of the kitchen.

Yawning, Bryony went back to her phone as she padded down the stairs. Pulling up the UberEats app she had been scrolling through before Cricket's text interrupted her. If there was a silver lining to the pandemic, it was the convenience of ordering food and, most importantly, alcohol, to your front door at any hour.

"Why are you watching Cliff Beasts?" Bryony asked as she heard the unmistakable opening riffs of the terrible soft rock associated with its opening credits.

Bryony's open-plan living room, cum kitchen, was divided by the sectional where Cricket lay, her phone mere inches from her face. Bryony rolled her eyes as she saw her friend's glasses on the kitchen counter, less than five feet away from where Cricket lay. Picking them up, she gently tossed them onto her chest

"I'm not watching it," she unfolded her glasses and placed them on her face, "thank you," she mumbled as she continued to swipe away at her phone.

The tinny cacophony of music, dialogue, and sound effects poured from Cricket's phone's speakers as she rapidly swiped through a seemingly endless stream of TikTok videos. Pulling an open bottle of white wine from the fridge, Bryony gave it a cautious sniff, determining it didn't smell sour with a shrug, she grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet.

Uncorking what was left of the bottle, she poured two generous servings, marveling at the fact that there was even this much left. She chose to overlook the fact that just two nights ago, this had been the fourth bottle she and Cricket had opened during their wine night induced by quarantine. In the confines of her LA home during the ongoing pandemic, the two of them had decided to call it a night once they realized how tipsy they'd become. The realization had hit especially hard when, in the early hours of the morning, Cricket had drunkenly proposed video calling her ex.

"Bryony."

"Hmm?" she replied she replied, taking a healthy mouthful of the wine she'd just poured.

"I can't tell if I'm still hungover but... Is this actually Dieter Bravo doing a Tik Tok dance?" Cricket asked, having actually left the sofa to thrust the phone in Bryony's direction.

"What?" Bryony struggled to focus on the screen that was blurred from being too close to her face. Holding Cricket's wrist she pulled her friends arm back to try and better focus on the fast moving video clip on her phone.

Cocking her head to the side, she pulled her own glasses down from atop her head in an effort to stop squinting at the phone.

Lo and behold, there was the ever enigmatic Dieter Bravo, clothed in his signature robe and dark sunglasses, engaging in a TikTok dance with a fresh-faced influencer whose name Bryony couldn't quite recall. He moved with an unexpected rhythm, a hint of his old charm peeking through the absurdity of the situation.

Bryony flicked her thumb, scrolling past the video. But she found herself immediately returning to it.

"That's definitely Dieter," Bryony confirmed, pushing her glasses back up onto her head. She couldn't help but feel a pang of...something. Was it concern? Pity? She wasn't sure.

"Who knew Dieter had moves like that," Cricket remarked, her eyes still glued to the screen.

Bryony rolled her eyes but couldn't help a small, fond smile that curled on her lips. "He always could dance when he wanted to," she murmured, more to herself than to Cricket.

"Didn't he once say that social media was the epitome of all that's wrong with our society?" Cricket asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Bryony nodded, remembering Dieter's long, drunken rant about how social media was leading to the downfall of society. "Yes, he did. Said it would be the death of us all," she affirmed.

Cricket sighed, concern creeping into her tone. "I knew things were bad for him, but this... I've heard rumours that this whole shoot is a chaotic mess."

Bryony had also heard the whispers. The world was in the throes of the pandemic, and only a few daring studios were trying to produce something under the challenging conditions. There was Tom Cruise's latest instalment of Mission Impossible and now the infamous franchise, Cliff Beasts, which had managed to turn its catastrophic flop into some form of success.

Cricket shook her head, her expression filled with disbelief. "Why is he even starring in this dumpster fire of a movie?"

Bryony knew the answer all too well. Dieter had burned too many bridges, both metaphorically and literally. She'd run into Pierce, Dieter's long-time manager, who'd confided in her that Dieter's rampant social antics and frequent substance abuse had finally caught up with him. Major studios were steering clear of him, wary of his unpredictability. His career trajectory had suffered a nosedive, resulting in roles that, once upon a time, the Oscar recipient would have scorned.

"Who knows why he does half the things he does these days," Bryony murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She traced the rim of her wine glass with her fingertip, the cool condensation grounding her in the reality of the present moment.

Cricket swiped up on her phone, and a new video began playing - a clip from 'Hunger Strike'. The frame was filled with a younger, healthier Dieter. His eyes, raw and passionate, glowed with an intensity that tugged at Bryony's heart. There was no denying his talent. Dieter had delivered an unforgettable performance that had resonated with people worldwide, launching him into a new stratum of fame overnight that pathed the way to his Oscar win.

Nursing her wine, Bryony allowed her mind to wander back to those balmy days in Spain - the seemingly endless hours on set, the tight-knit bond between the cast and crew, and the intoxicating nights spent with Dieter under the starlit skies. It seemed so distant now, almost as if from another life.

After a long silence, Bryony found her voice again, her voice softer with nostalgia. "You remember when we shot this scene? God, it was so hot that day. But he... he was phenomenal."

Cricket, her gaze still anchored on the screen, grunted in agreement. She couldn't deny his talent, no matter how much she detested him. "Yeah, he was. Damn it, I hate to admit it, but the man's got skill. Makes it even more frustrating to see him throw it all away..." Her voice trailed off, leaving an unspoken sense of disappointment lingering in the air.

Bryony glanced at her, "Yeah," she echoed softly. "Such a waste."

A moment of silence passed between them, the air heavy with thoughts of Dieter and what could've been. But then, Cricket's eyes brightened, her mischievous grin resurfacing as she put her phone aside.

"Hey, are we going to order pizza or what?" she asked, her tone light, the melancholic atmosphere instantly dissipating. "And just so you know, Bry, no amount of your sweet talk is going to convince me to put pineapple on it. Not tonight, not ever."

---

If the soft buzz of her phone didn't wake her up, the glow of her lock screen indicating she had an incoming call did. Fumbling in the dark, Bryony's hand shot out for the offending phone on her bedside table and answered it without much thought to who it was calling her.

"''ello," she mumbled as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

There was a quiet sniff before she heard the fumbling of the phone on the other end be picked up, "Ah, Daff."

Bryony narrowed her eyes as she pulled her phone from her ear to look at the screen. She didn't need Google's assistance to know the +44 code at the start of the number meant this was a call from the UK, nor did she need any further confirmation it was Dieter Bravo at the other end with the use of her nickname used only by him.

"Dieter, it's the middle of the night here. Are you drunk or high right now?" her voice a mix of both annoyance and concern.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by a sheepish laugh. "Maybe a little bit of both," he admitted , his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and defiance.

"How did you get my number anyway?"

"Rhys," Dieter admitted, vulnerability creeping into his voice, momentarily replacing the bravado.

Bryony groaned, massaging the bridge of her nose. Rhys 'did you know I used to be a professional rugby player' Morgan. The self-proclaimed bachelor was perhaps the only man who could rival Dieter's ego, and certainly the only one who could match him drink for drink and still emerge coherent.

A few weeks ago, she had received a message from her older brother. They'd been exchanging updates about their shared disappointment of missing Christmas in Wales due to travel restrictions - him holed up in London, her confined in LA. He'd casually mentioned that Dieter was also in England for filming. At the time, she hadn't thought much of it, nor had she felt the need to inquire further. Now, however, it didn't take a genius to deduce that Rhys and Dieter must have bent lockdown rules for a drinking spree in London.

Realising this, a wave of irritation washed over her. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered under her breath. "You really shouldn't have called, Dieter."

Her blunt tone seemed to catch Dieter off guard. There was a pause on the other end, and Bryony could almost picture him - in a luxurious hotel room, a half-empty bottle of whisky on the table, his forehead creased as he struggled to understand why she wasn't playing along.

"Listen, Bryony..." Dieter's voice trailed off, the line crackling with his hesitation.

"What is it, Dieter?" she asked, her curiosity piqued despite her frustration.

There was a pause on the line, the only sound being the shallow rhythm of Dieter's breathing. Finally, he broke the silence with a blunt, "I'm... uh... lonely."

She sighed deeply. Of course, he was. Dieter was used to being the center of attention, the life of the party. Lockdown in a bubble for a film shoot would be especially hard on him. "That doesn't really surprise me, Dieter. It's lockdown. Everyone's lonely."

He let out a bitter chuckle. "No, Bry. Not like that. I mean...I miss...you know...certain things."

Certain things. The euphemism wasn't lost on her. She found herself rolling her eyes, a small laugh escaping her. Two years after their breakup, over half a year since they'd last seen each other, and he was calling her for phone sex? It was almost funny if it wasn't so typical of him.

"Dieter," she began, a touch of incredulity colouring her voice, "are you seriously calling me up, in the middle of the night, for...phone sex?"

"I...uh..." Dieter seemed to fumble for words for a moment before he eventually responded, with a resigned, "Yes."

Bryony blinked, stunned into silence. Of all the things he could have said, this was the last thing she had expected. She let out a shocked laugh, "You can't be serious..."

"I am," he replied, his voice dead serious. "Why not, Daff? I'm single, you're single."

Bryony was going to strangle her brother when she saw him next.

"Are you okay, Dieter?" The question slipped out before she could stop it, laced with a worry she no longer had a right to feel.

The silence stretched out on the other end of the line, long enough that Bryony began to wonder if he'd hung up. But then he laughed, a sound too bitter to be genuine. When he finally spoke, his voice had lost its previous vulnerability, replaced with the cocky bravado she was used to hearing in interviews and press conferences.

"I'm more than okay, Daff," he quipped, his voice brimming with faux nonchalance.

"Right, well..." Bryony trailed off, unsure of what to say. She was spared the trouble of finding the right words when Dieter abruptly ended the conversation, a knock at his door could be heard.

"Actually, come to think of it, I believe the blonde receptionist has been shooting me quite a few intriguing glances all evening. It might be high time I introduced myself in person. Seems like I won't be needing that phone sex, after all." His words hung in the air, a challenging note in his tone.

Without waiting for her response, the line abruptly went dead before Bryony could respond, left staring at her phone screen, the glow of the disconnected call illuminating her features in the dark room.

As the surreal nature of the conversation sank in, she let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. The universe seemed intent on keeping Dieter in her life, much to her chagrin. She shook her head, dropping the phone on the bed beside her, and lay back down. She knew sleep wasn't going to come easy.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo x oc #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #the bubble #cliff beasts 6 baby

[ravenrose18]

My Personal Savior

Chapter 7- Haunted

Once he arrived, he made his way inside before he locked the door behind him. He immediately unzipped his leather jacket, slipping his arms out from the sleeves, before tossing it onto the same chair that Lucille was propped up against. He strolled over to the music player, pressing the button to rewind the tape before going over to the sink and washing the dishes. Once he was finished, he took a seat on his bed, the mattress bouncing slightly underneath him. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, slipped it over his head, then tossed it to the chair as well. He kicked off his cowboy boots, placing them neatly on the floor at the corner of the bed before changing into some grey jogging pants to sleep in. He lay down on the mattress, his eyes trailing up to the ceiling where he stared for a while, his mind thinking back to the dinner. Despite the occasional friction, it had been a great evening. One that he knew wouldn't forget for a long time to come. A deep breath escaped his nose as he closed his eyes, his mind beginning to drift away into sleep.

Raven slowly drifts to sleep and smiles in her sleep a few hours go by and she starts having a nightmare she tosses and turns grips the bed sheets and heavily sees Negan being attacked by walkers and getting bit she can't do any She screams his name in her sleep. "NEGAN! NO PLEASE! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I CAN'T LOSE YOU AGAIN!" She screams as she quickly sits up heavily breathing sweating and heart racing she puts her hand to her chest feeling her heart beating fast.

Even though he was asleep prior, Negan's eyes shot open upon hearing the yelling. He couldn't quite make out what was being said, but he recognized the voice and it sounded like he heard his name. He tossed the blanket off of him, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he moved into an upright sitting position. He hastily slipped his boots back on, before rushing over to Lucille and grabbing her by the handle. Negan flung the door to his room open before sprinting downstairs to where he heard the sound. Eventually, he found himself outside of Raven's door, Lucille sitting in his hands, prepared to be used just in case. "Everything alright in there?" He called, silently hoping for an answer. Concern was evident on his face, his heart and mind both racing.

Raven keeps trying to calm down and covers her face with her hand hears Negan's voice and closes her eyes as she walks over to the door and opens it a crack. "Yeah Negan I'm fine I hope I didn't wake you up. Just go back to bed I'll be fine." She says that she knows she won't be able to go back to sleep after this nightmare every time she has a nightmare it's always bout NegN being hurt or killed and she never goes back to sleep.

He took a step back, preparing to kick the door down but stopped in his tracks when he heard her voice. He lowered Lucille, letting her dangle near the floor as a wave of relief washed over him. His eyes went to the crack in the door, a small smile appearing on his lips. "It's fine. Besides, I needed to make sure our newest addition wasn't getting a not-so-warm welcome." He joked a bit, before his voice became serious, a hint of concern slipping through, "Are you sure you're alright? I heard your yell from upstairs.."

Raven looks down sighs and looks away hiding her face with the door. "Yeah, I'm fine I don't want you to get in trouble I have dealt with this stuff before sorry if I disturb your sleep." She says as she holds her necklace and she thinks back to her nightmare bout Negan getting bit and not being able to save him. She felt guilty for waking him up she didn't want to get him in trouble or be the talk of the community on how he was there helping her but he was going to address their relationship tomorrow.

He gave a quiet scoff of amusement, his smirk growing brighter. "'In trouble?' With who? Last time I checked, I don't have a manager or CEO to kiss the boots off, I am that guy. But aside from that, if you're sure you don't need help, then fine. If you change your mind, then you know where to find me. And again, all is forgiven." He responded. Sure, it was a little annoying to wake up, but he needed to make sure that she was okay. Her well-being meant a lot more to him than a few minutes of lost sleep.

Raven smiles slightly and nods as she slowly closes the door and puts her back against it and walks back to her bed and sits on the bed she didn't want to bother Negan about her issues she did mention to him that she gets nightmares but she only knew being held or cuddled helps her sleep but she never had that with any of her boyfriends so she just suffered and didn't sleep.

Once the door was shut, Negan released a sigh, bringing Lucille up to sit on his shoulder out of habit. He tensed briefly as the cold wood touched his bare skin, before he made his way back upstairs and into his room. He carefully sat Lucille up against the chair where he had placed her before. He closed the door behind him, leaving it unlocked. He didn't like to lock it, just in case someone had to get him in a tense situation. He walked over to his bed and sat down, slipping his boots off of his feet. He placed them back where they were at the corner of the bed, before lying down and getting comfortable as he awaited to fall back asleep.

Raven puts on her jacket and boots and walks to the door and peeks outside the room she decides to go up to the roof for fresh air and since she can't go back to sleep she will just watch the sunrise and look up at the stars she always love stargazing whenever she wanted to just be alone she stargaze. She looks up at the stars as she gets to the roof and sits in the middle of the roof.

Negan eyes fluttered open as the sunlight began to trickle through his window. He glanced around his room with squinted eyes, a groggy grumble escaping his throat, as he moved the blanket off of him. He sat upright, rubbing his face a little with his hand, his eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light. He changed out of the jogging pants and back into his signature clothes, before heading to his mirror to comb his hair. Once he felt presentable, he walked over to Lucille, taking her into his hands before staring at the door ahead of him. After a deep sigh, he lifted the bat onto his shoulder, a smile stretching across his face as he made his way out the door.

The soles of his boots clicked against the concrete floor as he walked through the once-barren hallway. Now that dawn had broken, the Sanctuary buzzed with life as people began to get to work. As he walked by the residents, they would stop in their tracks and kneel to him, only getting back up onto their feet once he passed by. He didn't turn his gaze to them though. He was in the zone with only two things on his mind, introducing Raven and the upcoming trip to Alexandria. Negan stopped outside of Raven's door, giving it a knock, unaware that she might have already been out and about. "Up and at 'em, Rosie. Big day today." He called, waiting to see if he'd hear an answer.

Raven was still up on the roof she stayed up all night watching the sunrise it was so beautiful. Her nightmare may be a bitch to deal with but having the time to appreciate the beauty of a sunrise. She felt better but she felt exhausted too she was just glad she got some sleep when she did. She knows today is a big day for Negan and she needs to be ready to show who she is to everyone and that she needs to get ready for the day. She walks to the roof door walks downstairs and walks to her room she notices Negan standing there at her door. She was still in her tank top and shorts she only used her jacket to cover up and her boots on as well, she needed to get dressed for the day and she might as well wear a badass outfit. "Hi, Negan." She says softly approaching him.

Negan tapped his index finger a couple of times on Lucille as he awaited a response. If she was sleeping in, he could exactly blame her. After all, she had already explained to him that she had trouble sleeping. Negan had just opened his mouth to speak once more but didn't get the chance as he heard someone call his name. His eyes trailed away from the door as he turned in the direction he heard the noise, his eyes landing upon her as she approached. His lips instantly formed a grin as he saw her. "Well, shit, if that isn't a pleasant surprise. Good morning, darling."

Raven sighs and smiles softly "I guess it is a good morning I have been up all night I was on the roof stargazing after I had a nightmare. That's what I was screaming bout last night I watched the sunrise it was so beautiful. I need to get ready for the day if you want to wait it wouldn't take me long at all or I can get ready in my bathroom and you can wait in my room so you don't get spotted." She says as she opens her door and walks into her room.

Negan's smile faded a little when he heard that she had stayed awake for so long. "Those nightmares are a pain in your ass, aren't they?" He asked, before shaking his head with a sigh. As she continued speaking, he couldn't help but chuckle as she once more mentioned her worry about him 'getting in trouble.' "I'll be fine out here, Rosie. Unless you want me to go in there and hide my head from my non-existent manager."

Raven giggles and shakes her head "I'm just trying to help you not get caught by your wives and them asking why you are outside my door. But you can come in Negan." She says walking to him out of the door and grabbing his arm dragging him inside her room. "I wouldn't be long okay just give me a few minutes." She says grabbing her clothes from her bag and walking to the bathroom closing the door but leaving it cracked so they can talk while she gets dressed. "And yeah bout my nightmares they are a pain in my ass but I've dealt with them for years so it's not a big deal." She says

He chuckled, rolling his eyes a little. He wasn't afraid of his wives doing anything to him, he just didn't want them to get any ideas when it came to her. After all, he was pampering her and putting all of his attention on Raven, but she got to remain free, unlike them. When he was pulled inside, his brows raised before his smile was replaced by a surprised expression for a brief moment. As soon as he had crossed the doorframe though, his smile had already returned. Negan shut the door behind him, before taking Lucille off of his shoulder and letting her dangle near the floor. He didn't walk far into her room, wanting to give her privacy as she changed, even though the bathroom door was nearly shut. "Again, the doctor has sleeping pills if you ever decide to try. That shit will knock you out cold in just 30 minutes and keep you out for at least eight hours. But, it's your sleep, so I'll let you decide on that."

Raven looks at herself in the mirror and sighs as he suggests sleeping pills. She opens the door walks out and looks over at him. "Thank you Negan but my mental health is ummm not great I've had thoughts Negan anytime I did find something like sleeping pills or regular pills I had dark thoughts in the back of my head so I'll deal with myself having the lack of sleep." She says as she walks to her bag grabs her knives and puts them in her holsters.

His smile faded as the revelation hit him, concern appearing in his eyes. Negan's heart sank, now aware that if he were to get her that medicine, he may give her the very thing that take her away from him once again. He wanted to offer comfort, but after so many years of pushing away his compassion, he wasn't exactly sure how. As much as he hated to, he decided to try to find a way to move on. Otherwise, he'd be stuck there as he struggled to find something to say. "Pills are a big no-no, got it. Anyway, let's not keep the others waiting, shall we? There's a lot of eager faces just dying to meet the newest enigma." He spoke, a small smile appearing on his face.

Raven smiles and walks over to him puts her hand on his chest looks into his eyes and smiles softly "Thank you for helping though Negan I appreciate it. And yeah we don't want to keep your adoring people waiting. The only thing I can think of on helping me is having someone to hold me at night to help me sleep but it's fine." She says as she walks to the door before patting his face softly

Negan's eyes trailed down to her hand upon his chest, his grin brightening. "Someone wanted another feel, didn't they?" He teased, before returning the gaze into her eyes. "You're welcome, sweetheart. Well then, let's go." He began to gently move away to go for the door but stopped in his tracks upon hearing what she said and feeling her hand touch his face. He was tempted to offer her the chance to become one of his wives. That way, she could get rid of her nightmares and she'd be kept safe in the sanctuary. Although, he already knew that she'd say no. Not only did she hate the idea of him having multiple wives, but she already expressed her dislike of being stuck in a building.

Raven looks over her shoulder at him and sees him stop in his tracks and looks at him confused "What is it Negan? What's going on in that brain of yours?" She asks wondering what made him stop she doesn't want him to be uncomfortable with her touching him but she always has touched him before the apocalypse she always just makes those sweet little touches on his chest and cheek. Hope he doesn't feel weirded out by it. She just wishes things could go back to the way they were before the apocalypse.

He put his attention on her, his smile returning. He wasn't weirded out or uncomfortable by her touch, it was just that it had been so long since then. Every single time it was like an electric shock of nostalgia, one that he had missed so much. Brief laughter escaped his mouth before he decided to speak, "It's nothing to worry your pretty little head about, Raven. Just thoughts." He reached a little past her to open the door for her as he usually did. As he pushed the door open, he lifted Lucille, resting her upon his left shoulder again.

Raven walks out of the room and looks at him smiles and sighs "Okay Negan I don't want you to hide anything from me okay? I like to know that you can trust me and let me listen to be here for you because I'm not going anywhere." She says as she walks with Negan down the hall wondering what he was thinking. She wants to know what he's thinking about; she doesn't want to be left in the dark about anything that happens with Negan or what he's planning or thinking about.

Negan followed her out of the room, before shutting the door behind him. Once he was sure that the door was secured shut, he put his attention back on her. "Trust me, sweetheart. You wouldn't have liked it. You'd be fussy the entire way to the meeting." He teased, beginning to walk in the direction of their destination. Negan shot a glance over to her as he smirked. After a moment, though, he released a soft sigh. "But, if you're certain that you want to know, then you can always ask again." He spoke, his attention going to the path ahead of him as they continued their journey to what many Saviors had dubbed 'the killing floor.' It was the largest room of the sanctuary where they held their announcements. It was also where they performed live executions of those who wronged them, thus the name.

Raven looks around the large room she stops in her tracks making sure Negan walks in front of her because she isn't ready to show her face to his group yet she wants him to do his introduction and announce and then bring her out to introduce her to everyone she stands there holding her arms crossed. "How bout you tell me what you were thinking on what would make me upset? Before we do this introduction..." She asked she wasn't sure if she was ready for what he was going to say on what he would ask but she needed to hear him out.

Negan silently appreciated that she walked behind him, he'd rather be the one to introduce her than her doing it herself. Not only would it look bad on him as a leader, but others might think she was above the rules. He was pulled from his thoughts and stopped in his tracks when he heard her speak. He turned around to face her, releasing a sigh. "Well, if you're so desperate to know, I was thinking about what you said earlier. And the thought crossed my mind of asking you to be one of my wives. That way, I could chase away your little night terrors, and you wouldn't have to work a single day in your life. You could spend as much time with me as your heart desires. But judging by how much you hate the idea of wives, I didn't ask."

Raven looks up at him blushing and then looks down hiding her face and her arms going to her side feeling her heartbeat fast but she doesn't want to share him she didn't feel like she could handle being one of his wives and having to fight or try and get his attention. "I don't think thats a good idea I just wish I could get help without having to be one of your wives Negan but like I said I'll deal with the nightmares on my own." She says as she walks to the wall leans against it and looks down not looking at him just waiting for him to do what he needs to.

Negan grinned as he watched her blush. He loved to watch people get flustered, especially when it came to Raven. For a moment he thought he might be wrong about her saying no, but his suspicions were quickly confirmed as she spoke. He released a sigh, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, can't blame me for trying." He spoke, before turning and walking away. As he began walking up the stairs onto a balcony-like platform, he did the same two-note whistle from before. Instantly, the people who had gathered below dropped to their knees in a kneel, lowering their heads as if a king stood before them. A smile appeared on Negan's lips, his eyes full of pride as he stared down at the sea of people below. After a moment, he gave a signal, the people rising onto their feet and lifting their heads to look at him. "Listen up, you sorry bunch! Today, I've got a special treat for you." He turned his eyes towards Raven, a silent signal for her to walk over.

Raven watches Negan go up the stairs and watches in mesmerized she loves how Negan carries himself in front of his people even though it seems like he carries himself with fear for his people to listen she notices him looking at her she looks down at the people and glances up at him as she slowly walks over to him she stood straight showing how strong and badass she is. But she notices how many people there are she doesn't notice his wives down in the group wondering if he's going to introduce them to her later or fully avoid her meeting his wives.

Negan smiled a little brighter as she walked over, unable to stop himself from making a quick quip, "Come on up, sweetheart. We don't bite. Well, some of us do, but they can't reach you from up here." Negan laughed a bit to himself before his eyes turned to look at his crowd of loyal followers again. "I'd like you all to meet Raven. She and I go way back, back when the world was still spinning like it had a purpose. She's seen the worst, survived to worst, and still stands tall today.. I expect you all to treat her with your utmost respect. Anything less, and you'll be getting some one-on-one time with good ol' Lucille here.. Understood?"

The crowd, once dead-silent, now uproared with affirmative answers before falling silent once again. Although they never dared to say anything, the men and women of the Saviors remained a little skeptical of Raven. Of course, they'd do their best not to show it in front of their brutal leader, fearing the consequences that would follow.

Negan grinned, his pearly white teeth shining in the morning light. "Good.." A couple of seconds later, he turned his attention back onto Raven, "Would you like to add anything, or shall I move on?" He questioned.

Raven looks over at him smiles softly and chuckles as she pulls out two of her knives shines them in the light and looks down at everyone. She clears her throat smirks and grips her knives in her hands "If any of you tries anything to me even if Negan is not around I will take care of you myself or otherwise if you think I wouldn't tell my dear old friend Negan what you did well he hears the big man on what he said so try me I dear you!" She yells leaning down against the railing and then standing up tall and proud looking over at Negan smirking and then winking at him.

Negan returned the gaze, raising his brows a little upon the wink. After a little chuckle, he decided to speak once more. "Well, boys and girls, you heard her. Treat her as your equal, or you'll be demoted to the fences. Plain and simple.." Upon mentioning 'the fences' a spark of recognition and fear flickered on their faces. Sure, it didn't sound like something bad on the surface, but in reality, he was threatening to kill them and chain their walker to the fence surrounding the sanctuary.

"Alright," He started up again, "Big day today. Today, we're gonna be taking a little field trip to a place called Alexandria. It's time to show these folks what the Saviors are all about - strength, order, and a dash of swagger. Now, I want you all to look sharp, like a well-oiled machine. We're gonna stroll in there like kings and queens and make sure they understand who's in charge now. But remember, we're not there just to flex our muscles. We're here to make sure they're keeping up on their end of the deal. So, put on your best smiles, polish those negotiation skills, and let's give Alexandria a visit they won't soon forget. Now, I expect you all to be locked and loaded in those trucks in 45. No more, no less.. Dismissed." With a movement of his hand, the crowd began to stir, moving to leave the room and begin preparing.

Raven looks at him confused as she leans against the railing crossing her arms wondering what he is talking about with the fence and where they are going today. "The fence? Alexandria? Man, you are a busy man today, aren't you? And a question for you. Are you going to keep me a secret from your wives or were they down there with the rest of your group? Just wondering." She questions putting her knives away in her holsters on her hips

Negan continued looking out at the people below before his attention was immediately brought to her as she spoke. "Well, I am leading a group with hundreds of people." He responded in turn to what she said about being busy. "My, that's a lot of questions to go over. What I meant by the fences was if someone tries to harm you, they'll be killed and their walker chained to the fence. It's a damn good reminder of the consequences here, and it deters the dead. So, it's a win-win, and Alexandria. Remember how I was telling you about the prick that slaughtered one of our outposts while they slept? His name is Rick and he's the one that was in charge of Alexandria, but there's no need to worry. Already had a meeting with him and his friends, and offered them a deal they couldn't refuse. Now, they work for me. We're going there to get the supplies he's been so kind as to promise us. And my wives were in the crowd, don't you worry."

Raven looks at him and then glances down seeing the women with black dresses and heels I see them staring at me giving me glares she rolls her eyes and glares back at them as she looks back up at Negan "Right I remember what else do we need to do before we leave on our little outing today? Do I need to bring anything or do anything before we leave?" She asks wondering if she needs to bring her weapons with her in case this Alexandria group tries anything while we are there she doesn't know what happened but she wants to make sure she supports Negan on what he's planning with this group.

Negan didn't seem to notice his wives shooting dirty looks in Raven's way, at first. It wasn't until he watched her making faces in return that his eyes trailed over to them. Before he could react, his attention fell upon Raven once again as he heard her speak. His brows raised, before he leaned back slightly. "'We?' I thought you said you hardly slept last night. Shouldn't you stay here and catch some Z's?" He questioned. He didn't necessarily want to leave her here, but he also didn't want to have her tag along in case things got messy. After all, he wasn't too sure how she'd react if he were to bash someone's skull in front of her. Already, she showed distaste for how people feared him, if she saw the reason why, it'd probably cause more harm than good.

Raven looks at him and crosses her arms as she stands up off the railing and sighs "I'm not going to sleep Negan if I try I'm just going wake from. my nightmares again plus you said I could tag along I rather be with than be alone with people don't trust. Plus I wanted to tell you what my nightmares are and also I wanted to tell you how I killed my parents too you would've been proud I think of how I did." She says she didn't know if he had ever bashed people's heads in other than the threats he gave to scare his people or his enemies.

Negan sighed, his smile fading as he stared her in the eyes. Even though he knew what she said was true, he still wasn't sure about allowing her to go. After all, if she was tired from the lack of sleep then she probably wouldn't be as alert as the others, anyway. However, Negan was a man of his word, and although he was deeply regretting what he said earlier, he'd still live up to his promise. Besides, he wanted to know more about the topics she mentioned. A moment later, Negan released a sigh before giving a nod. "Grab your guns, ammo, and some food for the trip. Meet me at the '94 'AM General M35A3. The big military car thing."

Raven smiles softly and she nods "Look Negan I know you're worried bout me but whenever I go through a night with little sleep I'm still very much alert I taught myself how to be alerted especially with walkers on there in the woods. Plus Negan you wouldn't want anything to happen to me if you were gone I know I said I can handle myself but what if it goes worse like being tortured, or killed without you knowing? I only trust you with my life." She says

Negan shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face. Even though he was still unsure, he trusted her judgment. She was the one with more knowledge on the subject, and she was making some pretty good points. Besides, if they were lucky, they wouldn't have to do anything too overexerting. "Damn, you're persistent. I already said you could go, get your shit before I change my mind." He joked, reaching his hand over and ruffling her hair a little, before he began to walk away to get prepared for their journey.

Raven smiles and giggles as she playfully pushes him and walks away back towards her room when she gets to her room she grabs her crossbow, and pistol since she already had her knives on her she wasn't all that hungry so hopefully she not getting a snack will be fine. She walks to the bathroom looks at herself in the mirror, and smiles. She walks to the bedroom door and walks back towards the big room area she keeps her guard up as she walks the halls in case someone comes behind her or near her.

Negan smiled a little more upon her response to his teasing, before continuing on his way to the front of the Sanctuary. Saviors were hurriedly going to and fro through the halls, gathering guns and ammunition from their armory and bringing them on the truck. They weren't bringing a crazy amount. After all, this was just a check-up, nothing too major. Meanwhile, Negan stood nearby the General M35A3 like he said he would, his back pressed up against the tailgate with his gaze overlooking the swarm of people doing his bidding. Even now, it still felt surreal to have a whole army of loyal people at his disposal, but he enjoyed every minute of it.

Raven walks down the stairs walks outside and looks around she sees Negan at the truck, and she walks over to him. She has her crossbow on her back with her pistol in her hip holster. She wasn't sure what would be happening next but she wanted to make sure that she was prepared for anything even if it was not going to end up going well she knew Negan would protect her in case something bad happened. "Well, I'm ready to go Negan." She says

Negan's attention didn't move over to her until she was within a couple of yards, wanting to make sure he kept his eyes on his men. Once he turned his head to look at her, his smile instantly appeared on his face. "Glad to hear it." He spoke, raising his hand in the air and signaling for the others to load up into the vehicles. Instantly, everyone stirred and began climbing into the trucks or on their bikes. Negan too began to move to get in one of the trucks but stopped in his tracks. Seeing Raven's crossbow had given him an idea, one that would be another way to rub his dominance in Rick's face. "Hey, Dwight!" Negan called.

A couple of seconds later, a voice rose from inside a burgundy '99 Ford F-150 Supercab. "Yeah, boss?" "Fetch the prisoner and have him tag along," Negan instructed, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. "Which one boss?" The voice called again. The man stayed inside the truck still, although he did have the door slightly ajar now. "That asshole with the raspy voice. The one you took the vest from. Go get him and load him up. Rick will be tickled pink to see him, I'm sure." Negan spoke, opening up the door on the passenger side of the military vehicle, and gesturing for Raven to climb inside. He figured she'd rather travel in the same vehicle as him since she already communicated her distrust of the others.

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more than me? - e-1610!miles

i kinda don’t like this one 😭

writing one for e-42!miles because i can’t not write about him

was this inspired by a eruri (erwin x levi) tik tok sound?

no 😁 ok maybe…

this is a miles x my spidersona blurb! my spidersona does go by she/they pronouns so i do switch between the two. and ofc they’re black 🤷🏽‍♀️

atsv divider by @//saradika

“ouch!” miles hissed as xavier pressed alcohol onto miles’ wounds.

“sorry,” xavier mumbled under their breath as they threw away the bloody cotton ball into the trash with other bloody cotton balls. “all done.” she gave a small smile to the boy currently lying down on her bed.

“thank you, xavi.” miles smiled back as he rested his hand on her cheek.

usually, xavier’s heart would’ve fluttered at the simple touch of her boyfriend’s hand, but today? she had too much to think about. xavier gently grabbed her boyfriend’s hand & set it down on his lap and got up from him, going to find some spare clothes for him to wear that he’d left over there one day.

miles immediately knew something was wrong. the look on xavier’s face the entire time, wasn’t the same worried look they would always give to miles whenever he came swinging through their window to get bandaged up or to simply just stay with them. this look it was…something else entirely, and it chilled miles to the bone.

“x? what’s wrong?” miles asked sitting up, wincing silently.

“nothing. here.” xavier threw the boy a random graphic tee and some sweatpants.

miles caught the clothes but put them beside him on the bed.

“come here, xavi.”

xavier sighed before making their way over to miles. they stood in between miles legs and miles wrapped his arms around their stomach & looked up at them.

“what’s wrong baby?” he asked, looking up at them.

xavier sighed. she didn’t want to ask him the burning question on her mind. she already thought she was being quite selfish by even thinking of such a ridiculous question.

“just…does being spider-man mean more to you than your own safety?” xavier muttered.

if it wasn’t for miles’ super hearing, he wouldn’t have even heard her.

“well, being spider-man means that brooklyn stays safe, so if i get a couple of bruises and scratches, it’s nothing. as long as the city is safe.” miles responded.

of course miles morales would say something like that.

“ok but what about your safety? sure, the city will be safe but what about you?”

“i’ll be fine xav-“

“miles. this—“ xavier pointed to the multiple scratches and bruises on his body, “—is not fine. when you’re spiderman, you don’t get to be “fine”, because every single super villian is on your ass. you’re not fine keeping the biggest secret ever away from any family member. this whole situation is not fine.”

miles sighed. xavier unfortunately did have a point. but he wouldn’t let them know that. 

“it’s apart of the job. i’m not gonna come home after every fight looking pretty. you know how it is.” miles responded back with a little sass in his tone as he slid his hands to the side of xavier’s thighs.

“i didn’t say you would, but these injuries are becoming more and more frequent and it’s worrying me—“

“you don’t need to be worried, i can handle myself.”

xavier blinked dumbly at miles and stepped away from him, causing his hands to fall to his lap.

“don’t-don’t worry about you?” she stared at him dumbfounded. “ok, put yourself in my shoes. how would you feel if i came into your room every night with cuts and bruises, the likes of which you’ve never seen? would you be fine with me telling you ‘not to worry’?!”

“of course not-“

“then don’t tell me not to worry about you!” xavier exclaimed.

miles just stared at them, questions now floating around in his mind, like about where all of this was coming from and was there a point.

“where is this all coming from?” he asked.

“does being spider-man mean more to you than your parents seeing their son in a hospital bed or-or a casket, or me having to drag you to said hospital?” xavier blurted out.

everytime miles came through xavier’s window with more and more bruises & scratches, it made her worry more and more and it made question many things, which she thought herself selfish for. he was in pain and here she was, questioning whether or not behind being spider-man meant more to him than she did.

“i know what being spiderman does to people. i know what it costs. i just…don’t wanna lose you.” xavier mumbled.

“so you want me to stop being spider-man?” miles accused.

“no, that’s not what i’m—shit. maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. i know im selfish for even thinking such a thing but when you are the person you are and i’m the person i am…it’s hard not to think like that.” xavier said.

they sat there in silence. so many questions and so much tension ran through in the small little combined bedroom.

xavier felt bad for even mentioning what they had said. they felt bad.

miles was trying to process what they had said, he didn’t know how to feel as of right now.

“does being spider-man mean more than me?”

if they’re laying out everything on the table, might as well lay it all out.

miles stared at xavier, dumbfounded.

what?

miles had never sat down and leveled who was above his spider powers and who wasn’t. he didn’t think he had to. now that the question was in front in him, he didn’t know how to respond or react to it.

fuck.

the more silent he stayed, the more xavier wasn’t so confident in the answer she thought he would give.

“miles. it’s a yes or no question. does being spiderman-“

“i don’t know.”

there it was.

xavier could feel her heart break into a thousand tiny pieces. she knew she was selfish enough to ask was the safety of brooklyn more important than her but still…she wanted him to say no.

“then what are we standing here for?” xavier deadpanned.

“what are you saying?” he asked, ignoring how shaky he felt and how he could feel how all of his wounds felt at once.

“i think we both know what i’m saying, miles. if being spiderman means more to you then…go be spiderman. go save brooklyn.”

and miles heard his heart break into a billion thousand tiny pieces

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[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

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[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

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[corpsedaydream]

HONEY

corpse husband x reader

yes i had to title a fic this

yes i had to put the title in all caps

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hope u enjoy this, happy reading! lmk what u think pls

word count: 2289

honey

Corpse emerged from his computer room, spotting you on the couch and he felt concern immediately. You had your bottom lip between your teeth and you were chewing down on it quite hard, because you were so anxiously focused on your phone. You hadn’t even noticed him enter the room, but he knew that was because your mind was so distracted. He took in a deep breath before speaking. “What are you looking at?” He questioned you, but he was certain he already knew the answer.

You jumped when you heard his voice, so concentrated on what was displayed on the screen you held in your hands, your phone also slipped from your grasp and fell to the floor with a clatter. “What?” You asked as your eyes snapped up to his and finally, your teeth freed your bottom lip.

“I asked what you were looking at. On your phone.”

“Oh.” You had completely missed his question, your mind was elsewhere, but he already knew that. “Just tik tok.” You lied, because you knew what he would say if he really knew.

But he already did know. “Really?” How could he not know when Corpse had been witness to how nervous you had been the past couple of weeks, and it had increased especially this weekend.

A silence fell as he continued to hold your eye contact, challenging how far you’d hide the truth from him, but there was no point, he knew better.

“No.” You whined out the word. And had Corpse not been looking right at you, he wouldn’t have caught the slight quiver to your lip right before you brought your hands up to cover your face and bent over in your seated position to be curled in on yourself. But he was looking right at you, and he had caught that slight quiver.

“Baby, please, you don’t have to cry.” Quickly he was in front of you, crouching down in front of you and placing himself between your legs. He’d seen you go through many of these mini breakdowns lately, and it created an ache in his heart every time. “Hey,” A gentle grip became present around your wrists in order to be able to pry your hands from your face. And just as he had anticipated, tears had bubbled in your eyes and a few had snuck out and dropped down your cheeks. He let go of your wrists then and cupped your cheeks, running his thumbs under your eyes to rub away your tears. “It’s going to be okay.”

“But what if it’s not?” You were waiting on your final grades of the year and to say you were stressed about it would be an understatement. You were normally a lot more confident in your studies, but over the past few months, life had really seem to throw some hefty curveballs at you and you knew your final assignments had suffered. You were hoping for a positive outcome but you were expecting the negative. Corpse had enough of watching you worry over FaceTime and so he invited you to spend the weekend with him, hoping that the act would help in distracting you from the anxiety you were so obviously experiencing. It was now Monday and the final grades were supposed to be available today. You had awoken bright and early to find out yours seeing as though the time you had been originally given was 8:00am. But the site had been down for the past seven hours.

“It will be. You know you’re smart, I know you’re smart. You will pass.” Corpse tried to reassure you, he’d been doing this a lot the past couple of days, but he didn’t mind, he’d do it as many times as it took to get you not to doubt yourself. “Look at me.” And finally, you lifted your eyes from the ground, finding your boyfriend looking back at you. “You’re going to pass, you’ve got this.”

You so badly wanted to believe him, but you were so positive that you had fucked up and you were going to fail and have to repeat all the classes you’d just taken. You let out a loud sigh and flopped yourself back against the couch. At the movement, you’d pulled back from Corpse’s touch and his hands had fallen to your thighs, but he stayed put in his place in front of you, wanting you to know he was there for you.

“Can you pass me my phone?”

“Why?”

“I want to see if it’s working yet.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because, (Y/N), you’ve been refreshing that fucking thing every minute, you need a break.” He hated the torture this was giving you. Your bottom lip had become slightly swollen and a bright red due to how much you’d been biting it out of nerves. Your fingernails had all been bitten off, something you only did when you were extremely on edge, and the sides of your cuticles had begun bleeding last night because you’d been picking at them as a way to distract yourself. Corpse had to grab a hold of your hands and keep them hostage in his own to make you stop doing it. He knew you hadn’t had a good nights sleep while staying with him, he felt you tossing and turning in his arms. You had barely eaten a thing since you got to his place, he was worried sick about you.

When you remained silent, he spoke up again and tried something he hoped would make you feel better. “Honey,”

And instantly you perked up, it was a pet name you didn’t hear all that often, so it caught your attention, in fact, it was one that you normally said to Corpse, a habit he had picked up off you and god did it sound a whole lot better coming from his lips. A tiny smile graced your face. “Don’t do that to me.”

“Why not, honey?” He dragged the word a little longer that time and his hands gripped your thighs, mirroring your smile as he noticed the tears in your eyes begin to subside, happy you were at least not crying any longer.

You swore you could feel your heart melt in your chest. “Stop it.” Playfully, you reached out to shove his shoulder, but Corpse didn’t budge.

Instead, his hands tightened on your thighs again and your eyebrow quirked up, wondering what he was going to do. And before you had a chance to ask him, he pulled you forward slightly before twisting you and his hands switched from your legs to grab at your sides as he came up himself to playfully tackle you into the couch. Once you were pinned beneath him, he began kissing you over and over again all over your face. “Corpse!” You giggled at the sudden movement and your laughter became louder with each quick kiss he left on your face. You had your hands braced against his chest, but he only laid down on top of you to trap them there.

He wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, words of reassurance weren’t making the cut to make you feel any better right now. And so now that he could hear your laughter boom out loud from the lovingly playful act, he wanted to keep this happiness in you present.

Once he was sure not one single spot of your face had been left un-kissed, he began to slow his actions and he lifted his head to look down at you. Your eyes now twinkled with joy and not tears and your lips pulled into a smile instead of a pout. He was so relieved to see that change.

“Thank you.” You whispered, and Corpse only shook his head in response. You were thanking him for making you feel better and he knew that, but he believed there wasn’t any need to do so. Your hands were freed from where they were confined between your chests and you wrapped them around his neck, pulling his face down to yours once again for another kiss, but one where you could kiss him back. Your lips meshed so easily with his as his weight became fully present on you again in the most comforting way. One of his hands crept under your shirt to touch your bare skin and his other moved to grip onto one of your thighs, you felt goosebumps raise beneath his fingertips. Your hands tangled into his hair and the kiss became more fervent.

He really was the most perfect distraction.

-

You lost track of how much time had passed, but the sun was setting now and you were still laid with your lover on the couch. Discarded clothes were bundled on the floor and now you were resting on top of him with a blanket over the top of the both you. Your face was nestled into his neck, your desire to be surrounded by him had been met in a multitude of ways, oh how much you loved this beautiful soul who held you so securely in his arms.

The two of you had fallen into a silence, Corpse had his eyes closed but he wasn’t asleep, he was concentrated on the feeling of your eyelashes brushing against his neck each time you blinked or moved your vision. But now, the eyelash flutters were becoming more frequent, you weren’t breathing as deep and slow as you were before and you had started to pick at your nails as your hand rested on his chest.

He brought one of his larger hands up to capture around your two, stopping you from the nervous habit. “Thinking about it again?” His deep voice broke the silence.

“Yeah.”

Corpse let out a long sigh before his eyes opened and he turned his head, spotting your phone which was still on the floor from when you’d dropped it earlier. He knew you must’ve wanted to desperately check again. “Stop picking at your nails or they’ll just get sorer.” He told you before he let go of them so he could stretch his arm out to grab a hold of your phone and bring it to you. “Hopefully it’s working now.”

You lifted yourself slightly to rest on one of your arms while your other grabbed the phone from Corpse. “I hope so.” You spoke quietly. Corpse watched you as you unlocked your phone and the screen lit up your face and he noticed you - just like you had earlier - catch your bottom lip between your teeth so you could chew on it nervously. He wouldn’t stop you from doing that one, as tempted as he had been because he didn’t want you to also cause pain to your own lip. Your eyebrows were furrowed in worry as you tapped away on the device, dreading the outcome as you went back to that website to try and find out your final grades. “Come on,” You groaned, of course it was taking longer then normal to load up.

The man laid beneath you could feel the anxiety radiating off of you, he was anxious for you, too. He was positive you would have passed everything, he didn’t doubt your intelligence but he had been there to listen every time you told him you just couldn’t concentrate on your assignments and exams properly with everything else that had been going on lately. However, you still had managed to get everything done.

“Oh my god.” You sucked in a breath as it began to load and so did Corpse. He tightened his arms around you and kept his vision trained on your face, looking for any clue in your expression of the outcome that was displayed on your screen. Panic began to fill him when he saw the threat of tears well up in your eyes and before he had a chance to say anything you spoke again. “I passed everything.” You said it so quick and quiet that, had he not been paying full attention to you, he might’ve missed it.

“You passed?”

“Yeah.” You released a sigh of relief and the panic that had briefly began to appear in Corpse quickly left as he realised the wetness in your eyes was out of relief and not disappointment.

“Fuck yeah, baby!” And suddenly you were being lifted into the air by Corpse’s arms and legs.

“Corpse!” You laughed again and when he brought you back down to lay a top him, he once again began peppering kisses all over your face. Except this time, they were not to distract you, but to celebrate and show how happy and proud he was of you.

“Stop!” But contrasting the word, you continued to giggle.

“Fuck no,” He murmured with yet another kiss dotted on your skin. “I’m so proud of you, (Y/N).”

You began to blush then and you dipped your head down to rest it in the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have-”

“No, wait, thank you for more than just saying that,” you quickly cut your boyfriend off, “thank you for being there for me, I know I wasn’t being myself and was just an all round nightmare to deal with these past few days.”

“Are you not usually a nightmare?” He teased you.

“Hey!” You poked at his side and he laughed.

“You know I’m kidding.”

“I know. But I do really appreciate it and you, you know?” You nuzzled your nose against a dip in his neck and he pulled you in tight.

“I know, I do, too, honey.” There it was again, that pet name and once more, he had dragged it out.

“Call me that again.”

“Honey.”

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[austarus]

Sherloque Wells x Reader - Down and Under

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Word Count: 4090

MASTERLIST

“Oh, my package ‘as arrived.”

“What package?” Barry asked, staggering a bit to the side as he spun to face the Wells doppelganger. Iris glanced at the detective as well, rubbing her gloved hands slightly together. The lack of movement was causing the chill to settle in her bones.

“Zhis is zhe solution to all our problems. Allez, les amis – we must go.”

“We will in a bit,” The speedster shrugged, getting close to hold his love’s hand. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have now, Sherlock.”

“Sherloque,” the detective corrected the speedster as he dismissed the notification.

The detective continued gliding over the ice expertly, he had seen everyone from the team except for you and Cisco. Sherloque knew that the mechanical engineer was working away at the labs while also recovering, but you… The detective had seen you when you all came in as a group, but you were nowhere on the ice. Où, est tu maintenant? His eyes scanned the groups of people that attempted to ice skate. A few teens here and there. Parents with their children. I’m certain I did not miss ‘er. The Wells doppelganger saw Barry trying to race Nora again while Iris tried her best to assure her daughter things would be fine. Sherloque snorted once more as he saw the baby giraffe with his helmet on skating alongside Caitlin. An idea popped into the detective’s mind, immediately he pulled his phone out once more. Sherloque worked quickly to text you while avoiding colliding into anyone. He squinted his eyes as he locked onto a familiar face as he slowed his movements. The Frenchman did another lap while waiting for your response. Oh, how he loved the feeling of being on the ice. This was something that no one could take away from him, not even his multiple exes.

Ding, ding~

“Huh?” You whispered to yourself at the sudden text popping up on the notifications bar on your phone screen. Pausing the video, you clicked the message to see that it was from Sherloque. Oh great, now what? Moving your head up you instantly spotted the detective bobbing and weaving through different groups of people as he continued to take selfies. Rolling your eyes at his antics and blatant selfies, you could only think ‘what a dork’ to yourself. You ignored the text and carried on with the puppy video before sliding your finger up to move on to the next Tik Tok. After a moment or so Sherloque dialed your number as he baby blue hues skimmed through the stands once more. The line rang, his ears keenly tuning everything else out. He knew where you were sitting. A rough sigh left your lips as you contemplated for a moment whether to answer or not. Sherloque is pretty persistent… You sighed again before picking up. The dark-haired man wasn’t going to leave you alone, he never did. The charming bastard.

“Hello?”

“Why are you not down ‘ere?”

Your heart skipped in your chest at the sound of his lovely, accented voice. Yet, you pushed the feeling away. Well, hello to you too. Raising an eyebrow, you retorted on the line, “Why is that any of your concern?”

A French curse left his lips as he continued gliding on the ice, phone up to his ear expertly. You grinned at the curses, an entertained huff leaving you. Sherloque’s ears had picked up on it. “Because we are all enjoying zhe activity wizhout in mind and you are, ‘ow do zhey say, ‘being a buzzkill’ at the moment.”

Oh, really? “This is rich coming from the showoff doing his own Olympic ice-skating event.”

“So, you admit my skills are of zhe Olympic qualification, hm?”

You heard the amusement in his voice, no doubt that signature smirk on his face. “I’d give you a two at best,” You lied before adding, “so pass. I’m good.” With that you ended the line swiftly before he could say anything else. You had lied, he’d get full marks in your book for his hypnotizing performance. He was graceful, patient with his movements. Fluid motions on the ice like a prince born for this. You could watch him glide like that for hours. But you’d never admit those thoughts out loud, it would only enlarge his already massive ego and you would gladly be there to take him down a peg or two. You proceeded to scroll through Tik Tok, enjoying yourself while the others remained on the ice. A shiver ran down your spine as you pulled the blanket closer around your shoulders. A good 10 minutes passed, and you were getting nowhere near as warm as you’d like to be. Maybe I should just head home, I don’t like being this cold anyway… Why did I agree to this again? Oh right, Sherloque was going to be here. Damn bastard for swaying my decision-making skills.

A hand clapped down on your shoulder causing you to flinch while a stunned noise escaped you. Your ears perked up at a deep laugh. Turning abruptly with your anger spiking, you threw daggers at the culprit. It was none other than the pesky detective from Earth-221. The dark-haired man laughed harder at your murderous look.

“Sherloque, what the hell?!”

“What? It was just some ‘armless fun.” Blood rushed to your cheeks as he took a seat beside you, holding a drink in his hand. “’ere zhis is for you.” He handed you the biodegradable cup, steam rising from it. Your fingers warmed, sending another shiver down your spine as your body craved warmth. Looking in, you saw marshmallows drifting in the warm chocolatey drink. “You looked cold from down zhere.”

“So, you’re stalking me now?”

“Merde, ‘ow is it stalking? Hm?”

“I’m just kidding, Sherly.” It was your turn to laugh. You nudged his shoulder as the detective felt the warmth spread over his face at your laughter. It made his insides twist up. Sherloque tipped his hat a little lower.

“S'il te plaît refrain from calling me zhat. It’s bad enough zhat zhe baby giraffe does. Blatant disregard for my name.” Silence soon fell over the Wells doppelganger as you continued to sip on your drink. You caught him watching you from the corner of your eye. His gaze made the hair at the back of your neck stick up.

You quirked a look at him as he made that deductive expression on his face. “You’re doing that thing again.” The drink in your hands continued to warm you the more you drank. The tiny marshmallows melted deliciously on your tongue as the sweetness combined with the chocolate delight.

“What zhing?”

“The thing you do when you’re in the zone to deduce the person right in front you, not appreciating that by the way.”

“It seems like someone’s been picking up a ‘abit or deux from moi. Go on, what exactly do I do?” Amusez-moi, fleur.

“You already know, Sherloque.”

The detective didn’t correct you when you said his name, he never did. The detective shrugged at your words before tucking his gloved hands into his pockets. His fingers were becoming cold up here. Sherloque wondered why you didn’t have a hot drink sooner. That notion was defeated with the impending revelation that you were too cold to move to the canteen for hot chocolate. “Ah, but I want to ‘ere from toi, I want to know ‘ow you arrived to zhat conclusion.”

“Why?”

“Just curious.”

“You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” You deadpanned as a sly grin perked at his lips. He cocked an eyebrow at you, giving you that knowing look.

“Does not look like it, non.”

Oh, this cheeky bastard. You roll your eyes and set your drink down, instead curling the blanket around you further. “You just make this certain look, I don’t know. It’s not a cold one, just one of intrigue yet calculating with a little smile of courtesy.” You continued on, and he sat up straighter to slightly crack his spine. Your eyes glanced to the side and your fingers found each other, fiddling with them. “Your eyes will dart to catch certain things as to pick up on a clue to satisfy one of the conjectures in your mind.” Sherloque bit back a chuckle as his grin grew wider. “Sometimes you’ll even pull out your pocket watch to play with while drifting off to your thoughts to make sense of whatever it is you’re trying to decipher.”

“Most interesting, fleur, you did miss une zhing zhough.”

“And that is?”

Sherloque nudged your shoulder with his shoulder this time. “I wouldn’t be a master detective if I revealed all my secrets, now, would I?” A hand slips from his pocket to rub his stubbly chin. You tried to not pay attention too much to the gesture as your cheeks heated up by how intensely he looked at you. Sherloque scooted next you, craning his neck closer. You flinched a bit back as he smirked down at you. “You are incapable of skating, is zhat it?”

You blinked for a moment before responding with a flat tone. “Gee, I wonder what tipped that off.”

“Well, you are sitting ‘ere alone et staring at your phone wizh a beau sourire, aussi. Perhaps a significant ozher?”

“Nope, no one’s interested in little ol’ me and frankly you could have asked.”

“… I did.”

“Nope, you indeed did not, my good detective. You asked: ‘why are you not down ‘ere?’.” You mimicked his tone and accent. “You query was not: ‘Why are you not ice-skating?’.”

“Same difference.”

“Is it though?” Now it was your turn to be the cheeky one, pushing his buttons as you so loved to do. The detective did not respond to you as he rolled his eyes while muttering something under his breath. You both sat there for a bit, finishing up your drink. You were a little confused as to why he was really up here with you. Surely, he could have deduced all of that without invading your personal bubble. Then again, I do like it when he does. You mentally face-palmed to yourself, you shouldn’t be getting attached. It never ends well. In less than 5 minutes you found yourself wobbling through the path to the entrance of the rink behind Sherloque. The detective had bugged the hell out of you to get on the ice with him. The things I do just to be around this stupid bastard. You stopped at the gate; the Wells doppelganger looked back at you as he was already on the ice, a sincere grin on his face. He saw the hesitation in your demeanor.

“Allow me,” Sherloque started as he held a hand out to you. Looking at it for a brief moment, you took his hand before setting one foot on the ice. A little breath left you as you took your next step. The skates slipped slightly under your feet, but Sherloque was swift to steady you with both hands. He noted the tremble from your hands in his grip. “Easy. Take your time. No rush.” Sherloque guided you through the basic motions, never letting go. He relished in this time with you.

Passing by the Team you heard Barry snicker a bit, your shoulders sagged because you had a feeling he was laughing at you. “I feel like bambi.”

“Bambi?”

“You don’t have bambi on your Earth?”

“I can’t say I have.”

“Oh well, it’s a Disney classic where a young deer named Bambi joins his new friends, a rabbit named Thumper and a skunk named Flower, in exploring his forest home. As a boy, he learns from his doting mother and his father, The Great Prince of the Forest, that there are dangers in the open meadows where hunters can spot the animals, and he meets a beautiful young doe named Faline.” You tried not looking in his eyes, instead they were glued to your feet to see where they were going. The two of you glided slowly, Sherloque made sure to keep a steady pace to not overwhelm you. “As Bambi grows up, he learns that there is tragedy as well as beauty and joy in his forest world and on the path to adulthood. There was a scene in the movie where Bambi struggles on the ice, just like how I am.”

“You’re more of a gazelle zhan a deer.”

“Uh, ok?” You glanced up for a moment at him.

“Don’t zhink too much of it, you’ll ‘urt your brain.”

“I will smack you,” you deadpanned as your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

“Only if you could catch me,” Sherloque just chuckled at your empty threat. You knew you wouldn’t get to him on his own turf. “So, what is zhe real reason?”

“No one can keep anything from you, huh?” The detective smirked at you in response with a cocked eyebrow. You know you can trust Sherloque, he can be a bit of an asshole and blunt (like another Wells you know so well), but he meant no harm… usually. You personally just like giving the Wells doppelganger a hard time. “When I was about 10, my cousin and I snuck out of the house to the river near our place in the woods. We were vacationing out of town at a lodge. They had everything from skis to snowboards. And the dogs, oh the Huskies and Malamutes and Saint Bernard breeds. They were lovely. I was tempted to take a puppy home in my jacket.” Sherloque only smiled fondly at the way you spoke of the dogs. He already had an inkling that you had a soft spot for the pet species. “The two of us, we were excited, we wanted to prove to our other cousins that we were old enough to do some of the other winter activities on our own. So, we stole the skates and headed out before breakfast.” The smile on your face. “We… I tried really hard. Kate threw a fit after falling so much that the ice couldn’t handle it. It… she fell through after so much pressure; the ice wasn’t thick enough – fit enough to be fully skated on. She almost died. If I hadn’t been so hell bent on proving them wrong and having her come with me, then none of that would have happened.” You and Sherloque stop as soon as you finished your story. The Wells doppelganger gave your hands a gentle squeeze. He had guessed that there was some sort of tragic event that had happened, yet he didn’t think it would amount to that.

“I won’t let go; I promise.”

“How can I trust you?” You teased him, trying to lighten up the somber mood from your story.

“You see zhe ice we stand on?” Looking down, you surveyed the ice before moving your eyes to meet his pools of blue. You nodded and the detective continued. “Zhe technology used in artificially frozen ice rinks is actually very familiar. It’s zhe same mechanical technology used in refrigerators and air conditioners zhat impact our day to day lives - It’s just refrigeration, but on a much larger scale.” Sherloque let go of one of your hands and drifted beside you. He slowly kicked forward for you to mimic his movements. The two of you skated at a smooth pace, mindful of those around you. Sherloque never let go as he spoke. “Unless you ‘appen to be living in a very cold country wizh lakes or ponds zhat freeze over you are going to ‘ave to find anozher alternative to creating an ice rink – zhis is the process of creating an artificial mechanically frozen rink.”

“Right, most things now are created artificially due to the differing conditions we live in.”

Sherloque nodded, gradually increasing the speed to a normal skating pace. You didn’t notice, too engrossed on the sound of his voice. “An ice rink ‘as zhe following layers and elements: zhe skating surface which we are on followed by a chilled concrete slab. Insulation after zhat layer, heated concrete, a sand and gravel base, and finally a ground water drain. Viola, ice rink.” He sent you a wink which caused the blood to rush to your cheeks again as he gestured around you to the ice.  Your eyes drifted away from him; you had forgotten where you were, who was holding your hand.

Geez, what are people going to think? … Actually, fuck that. I don’t care right now. I just want to have this moment before I can’t later on.

The detective slowed down for you to do as well, buckling your knees a bit to do so. “So, you see, nothing should ‘appen. You’re safe.” The sounds of explosions sounded right as he finished that sentence, your ears ringing before you could even register the smoke and debris. You tried brushing your hair out of the way as a maniacal laugh filled the air. Your hair flew back as Sherloque’s hat flew off his head. His hand had broken away from yours as the fissure separated you.  You felt yourself stumbling backwards on the uneven ground. The icy ground crumbling, the distant screaming as your body fell. Your eyes were on Sherloque as he dropped to his knees, his hand extending out towards you, but could not reach. What was he saying? Your body was airborne, falling. You didn’t even hear yourself scream until you were under water, the sand and gravel floating to the bottom. Can’t breathe. Cold. Your body when limp as your eyes shut, your lungs filling with water. Bundles of electricity headed towards you.

 ***

A sharp intake of air woke you up as it reverberated in your chest. Your eyes languidly opened, drifting from side to side while your brain booted up on your current location. Cold. Still very cold. It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened as you laid in the med bay. The others must have rescued you while Caitlin resuscitated you when Barry and Nora got you to the labs. Probably had thermal shock and hypothermia. Kate had that too except… she wasn’t so lucky with her hand. A wave of sorrow washed over you at the image of her with her prosthetic hand. It was my fault. Your nerves then finally registered the warmth close to your thigh. You craned your neck down to see Sherloque resting his head on the space beside you from where he sat in his chair. I guess he spoke too soon. You eyed his messy mop of dark locks. How can he be so… fucking charming and adorable? I’ve seen his face multiple times, yet this is the man that my heart chose to get attached to. The one with multiple heinous exes. Blinking, you humored yourself the moment as your fingers brushed the hair out of his face lightly. The room remained dim, which was nice as you were battling a migraine. The more your body woke up, the more it began to register the warmth that you were given to stabilize. Your head throbbed as you tried to remember what happened, you soon gave up. Someone will tell me later. You let out a long exhale.

A smile tugged on your face while you continued playing with Sherloque’s hair. So silky. Now I’m jealous, I want my hair to be this soft. The urge to drape a blanket over his shoulders was strong, but you couldn’t move so much without feeling jolts of pain shutter through your internal system. You felt him stir, instantly freezing in place with your hand tangled in his hair. You begged to the spirits above he wouldn’t recoil from your touch and to just go back to sleep. “I didn’t say I wanted you to stop,” the detective rasped out in a low voice. He turned his head to kiss your hand before shutting his eyes once more to fall back into slumber. Or at least Sherloque tried to. He turned his head to face you again, his eyes blinked blearily.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You whispered, your fingers running down the length of a lock knowing he didn’t mind.

“Not really, I was… preoccupied.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t need to be.” The detective moved his body to sit back, stretching his lithe body and long limbs. You couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing over him. Once situated, Sherloque sat up straight in his seat, he refused to meet your gaze as he preferred the interest of his hands. “I’m zhe one zhat should be sorry. I made a promise zhat I clearly could not keep. I could not protect you from falling.”

“But you don’t need to.”

“What if I told you zhat I want to?” The Wells doppelganger whipped his head to meet your gaze, his eyes softened significantly as regret and remorse filled him with the notion of the incident.

“But… why? I’m not anyone special to you.”

“Et what if I want you to be? What would you do?”

Your heart dropped in your chest; your throat dried in an instant. “Sherloque, where are you going with this?” You curled your fingers one by one nervously.

“What would you do if I told you zhat you made me realize zhe vicious cycle zhat I had been putting myself zhrough?”

“I’d… say that you deserve only the best. That you deserve someone who loves you unconditionally, even though your blunt comments can cut through stone.”

The corner of his lips twitched slightly. “And what if I told you zhat… my heart sees you as zhat person?” What zhen?” He wanted to test the waters.

“I wouldn’t believe you.”

“Non?” The Wells doppelganger tilted his head as you shook yours at him.

“I wouldn’t because…” A shaky breath left you, Sherloque let you continue when you were ready. His eyes never faltered from studying you. You laid your head back against the pillow to gaze at the ceiling. “Because I’ve always been overlooked. I’m not used to being considered – I’m never a person’s first option.”

“Past trauma?”

“Mainly from grade school, but yeah. You could have picked up on that, Sherloque.”

“You’ve always been my first option.”

“What?” You snapped your head in his direction. His eyes held a peculiar emotion in them. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Why do you always think I pester you so much to join me on my excursions?”

“To humor me? Or to bother me? – I don’t know, either one is viable.”

“You know zhe answer, you’re just scared to say it out loud.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Non, amour is… a terrifying zhing. It can fuel both good and evil. It can grow and flourish just like a rose, but in zhe wrong hands zhe flowering plant can wither, even grow thorns to hurt others. In zhe wrong hands, the heart can shatter and become unmendable.”

“They hurt you, didn’t they?”

“More times zhan I can count, fleur.”

You swallowed thickly, reaching to hold his hand that was on your blanket. You didn’t meet his eyes, instead watching as your thumb rubbed the skin on the back of his hand before giving it a gentle squeeze. Sherloque averted his gaze when you started to speak up. “What if I told you that… I fell for you during your time here.” The detective snapped his gaze onto you as you spoke, disbelief held in his eyes. “That your sly personality and deductive mind intrigued me to stick around to push your buttons. I’m surprised a master detective such as yourself didn’t pick up on any of the signs sooner.” A little laugh left you as your eyes moved to look at him, his eyes meeting your own.

Sherloque scooted closer to you, a toothy grin on his face and light twinkling in his eyes. He eyed the shy smile on your face. “You’re a little tease, you know zhat, ma fleur?” His heart jumped as another giggle erupted from you. The detective’s strong hand cupped your warm cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as Sherloque leaned in to kiss your soft lips, his eyes shutting as he had bridged the gap. A noise of content escaped your throat at the sentimentality in the kiss. The tender emotions within it. The detective smiled into the kiss as you reciprocated that he couldn’t help but whisper against your lips.

“Let me show you what it’s like to be loved, fleur.”

French Translation:

Allez, les amis – Come, my friends

Où est tu maintenant? – Now, where are you?

S'il te plait – Please

Merde – God

Beau sourire, aussi – beautiful smile, too

#harrison wells x reader #harrison wells #harrison wells imagines #harrison wells fanfiction #sherloque wells x reader #sherloque wells imagine #Sherloque Wells #sherloque #the flash #the flash cw #barry allen #iris west

[mileawrites]

Baby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Warnings: some angst in the beginning I guess, fluff, proof read but mistakes could still be there

Summary: Oh for her he would do whatever. He is whipped. The question is if she is as whipped as him.

Inspiration: a freaking Justin Bieber Song called Baby, technically I got the inspiration from a girl singing the bold lines in this work, I do not have the Tik Tok saved though

Word count: about 2.500 (whoopsie)

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A week ago:

Oh for you I would have done whatever and I just can‘t believe we ain‘t together

Bucky watched her from the kitchen as she talked about something to Natasha and Wanda that excited her. Her whole face lit up and her eyes had that sparkle in them that always appeared when she was excited or simply just happy.

With his super soldier hearing he would have probably heard what she talked about but he was to distracted from how happy she looked. It suited her. Happiness. Bucky would do anything for her to make sure she stays happy. If she had a bad day though, which sometimes is just inevitable, he will make sure to cheer her up. Like watching her favorite movie in pajamas and a ton of snacks with hot cocoa and tiny marshmallows, or a walk in the park at the ass crack of dawn. In any way possible and even if it is embarrassing. He didn‘t care. It didn‘t even matter that Sam would always call him whipped afterwards. He was totally whipped and he knew it. Despite always rolling his eyes so hard they may get stuck in his head and muttering a „Shut up“, there was simply no denying his feelings for this certain girl.

Maybe there are some feeling involved on her part. He was never really sure. Bucky has his insecurities and one definitely was not being sure if he was good for her. Nightmares still disturbing his sleep on many nights. His left arm, although he was more sure of it now because it was not what Hydra once so carelessly put on him. His arm now, it was gifted from Wakanda. Black and gold not silver with a red star and made to help people instead of killing them while being brainwashed. It still made him insecure sometimes. The scars that covered his body that reminded him of his past. He technically knew that she did not mind his arm or his scars. Neither are the nightmares bothering her because if they would she would not help him calm down from the disturbing dreams on so many nights. He has a nightmare, she is there for him. One of the reasons he started to fall for her. Technically he was aware that she would not mind all of these insecurities but it seems like Buckys brain likes to torture him sometimes as if it could not let go from the 70 years of being put into a blender and tortured.

Bucky sometimes heard her heartbeat pick up when being near her or her pupils dilating when they are talking. Signs that she could at least harbor a crush on Bucky. If it would be the 40s he would have already made a move. Something is always stopping him though although he could see some signs of her liking him back. Should that be the case then he simply could not believe they weren‘t together yet. Both being to shy to do something about it.

„Hey Bucky are you with me?“ Sam snapped his fingers infront of Buckys face which he slapped away. „I just told you about the cute girl in the coffee shop“, Sam slightly pushed Buckys shoulder to gain the soldiers attention.

„I absolutely did not pay attention.“ Immediately Sam started to grin and followed Buckys line of view. „Why don‘t you just ask her out? I could be too late soon enough.“ Bucky never snapped his head so fast into Sams direction, for a moment you could think it might have broke. „What do you mean“, the soldier tried to keep his voice from trembling but that did not really work. The Falcon just shrugged his shoulders. „You are whipped. Take a chance before it is too late Buck.“ Bucky rolled his eyes. „First, it‘s Bucky and second, what do you know that I don‘t?“

Slowly the brown haired man started to loose his cool. Could it really be over before anything started? He did not want to miss her in his life. Bucky wasn‘t to sure he would be able to handle a friendship while having to watch the women he liked being in love and happy with someone else. Sam kept his grin on his face.

„I might do.“ With that he left and Bucky was still standing in the kitchen with a sad puppy dog face. He started to drift off in his mind that he did not even notice the girls where not in the living room anymore. Was he too late?

Four days ago:

A week passed and Bucky did not do anything about his feelings for her. Everytime he tried to talk to Y/N about his feelings or a possible date with him, he either stumbled over his words or got interrupted.

When he wanted to ask you on a date it went like this:

„Friday do you know where Y/N is?“ The AI answered immediately, telling him that she is in the kitchen. Bucky thanked Friday, still finding it slightly weird talking to something he could not see.

The 21st century was something he could not have imagined in the slightest back in the day, eventhough he was very interested in what the future technology could bring. Granted this century did not have flying cars like they expected in the 40s but having an artificial intelligence that helps you out is quite fascinating.

Bucky walked int the kitchen and saw Y/N making herself a coffee.

„Oh, hey Buck.“ „Hi Y/N.“ „You want a cup?“ He shook his head no. „No, thank you. I wanted to tell you something though.“

Bucky could not be bothered enough to look around and see NAT making her way into the kitchen.

„Sure what’s up? Are you okay?“ Y/N started to worry slightly. It did sound kind of serious. Bucky noticed her worry and started to smile. She was concerned about him. One more reason to like her. He knows at least that Y/N cares about him.

„Yes don’t worry. I just wanted to“, he stopped talking and started to blush slightly.

Since when did Bucky blush? That never happened in the 40s.

He takes a deep breath, looking into Y/N eyes. A beautiful e/c. He could stare into them for hours as cheesy as it sounds especially with that sparkle they held just now. Y/Ns pupils are dilated.

„I wanted to tell you that-“

„Sorry for interrupting Bucky but I need to make Y/N ready for her date.“

He felt like his heart stopped. So Sam was right but soon definitely was too soon. His shoulders started to slump and he looked away from Y/N.

Nat eyed him and hid a smile. Of course she knew what Bucky and Y/N felt for each other. She would not be a good spy if she wouldn‘t notice her friends looking earth other with heart eyes or how their body language changes when they are around each other. Both were shy though. Therefore Wanda and her planned to get either of them to make a move. Their plan to make Y/N go on dates and let Bucky know may be a little mean but they have three outcomes here.

First, Y/N makes a move because she finally admits that it doesn’t matter on how many dates she goes, neither can compare to a certain blue eyed soldier.

Secon, Bucky realizes that he does not want the young woman to date anyone else an finally finds the courage to say something about his feelings for her.

Third, he one hopefully doesn’t happen, is that neither of them is telling the other what they are feeling and both are going to be sad and unhappy for the rest of their lives. A little bit exaggerated but they need to realize this.

Y/N smiled at Bucky, her eyes sparkling less. „What did you want to say Buck?“ Ignoring Nat for a second.

He looked at Y/N for a split second. Bucky shook his head slightly and runs a hand through his brown hair. „Forget it. Have fun with your date.“ He smiled lightly and left.

Y/N called after him but he did not turn around. She was even more concerned now. What did he want to tell her? Why did he seem so sad now?

„Maybe this date is not a good idea Nat?“

The spy shook her head. „Nonsense. Let’s go.“ Y/N got ushered out of the kitchen into the direction of her own room.

„I‘ll go get Wanda.“ Nat disappeared and Y/N sat down on her bed.

She kept thinking about Bucky. Hopefully he was okay. Did he have nightmares again? No that they ever fully stopped. The h/c woman made a mental note to ask Bucky if he would like to have one of their movie nights. The ones without the team. Just them two. She liked being alone with Bucky, cuddled up to him while watching some movies. Cuddles with Bucky is not something that you could take for granted. When the sergeant came first to the compound he did not let anyone apart from Steve get close to him or touch him even though he was touch starved. Y/N slowly but surely showed him she is not going to hurt him and would you look at that, he opened up and they got close especially during movie nights. With the team it took Bucky a little bit longer to get used to touches but to Y/Ns he got comfortable quite fast.

The door opened and Nat, followed by Wanda, entered.

„Are you excited“, Wanda asked.

Y/N took a second to think. Well, it is someone she does not know. Nat set her up with him and meeting new people always sparks her anxiety. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. „I am not to sure about it.“

The other girls shared a look that Y/N did not see. „Well-“ Wanda started but Y/N was starting to get lost in her head, thinking about the ex-assasin.

Yesterday:

And I wanna play it cool but I’m loosing you

Three days later and Bucky was still sad that his chance with Y/N might have slipped through his ingers. He did not ask about the date she had, afraid she actually enjoyed being with the other guy. Not that she did not deserve it but he wanted her. Badly.

the soldier was sitting in the Irving room trying to read a book Steve recommended. Yesterday Steve told him to just talk to Y/N. It may not be as bad as Bucky made it out to be. The man did not take his friends advice. But fate had another plan.

„Hey pretty boy.“ Bucky looked up and saw Y/N entering the living room. Immediately he started to smile.

„Doll“, he greeted her.

„What are you doing?“ She sat next to him.

„Reading.“ „Obviously. Do you maybe want to stop reading and watch a movie with me?“ She gave her best puppy dog look.

Bucky stared at her, getting lost in her eyes for a second. As if he could ever say no to her. Something stopped him though, remembering a conversation he heard his morning. Bucky sears he was not eavesdropping, he just overheard a conversation between the Black Widow and Scarlett Witch.

He got that sad look in his eyes again, something Y/N noticed immediately. „Don‘t you have a date today?“

The woman looked at him surprised, wondering how he knew. „I canceled the date Buck.“

And suddenly Bucky felt mor alive than ever. She what? Why did she cancel? „Why?“

„I wanted to hand out with you pretty boy. We haven’t in a whil and I miss you.“ She started to slightly lean into the soldiers body. „You do?“ Bucky never saw anyone nod their head yes that hard.

„Of course. You are important to me.“ The 100 something year olds heart skipped a beat. Luckily his body had the serum to not make hi have a heart attack.

Time to be honest. To take his chance. „I honestly thought I was loosing you, doll.“ Confused Y/N looked at him and took his metal arm. „We haven’t hung out in a while and maybe that’s alsokind of my fault but you were going on dates and I tried playing it cool but I am so not cool with it? I kind of feel like I am loosing you.“

The sergeant didn’t think Y/Ns e/c eyes could sparkle even more. She had a smile on her beautiful face.

„No.“ „No?“ The woman shook her head. „You are not loosing me and I am not dating anyone.“

Now it was the soldiers turn to be confused and he interlaced his fingers with hers. He loved that she took his left arm, no being afraid at all.

„But the dates you went on?“

She put her free hand on his face and he leaned into her hand. Suddenly overcoming with the courage to tell Bucky her feelings for him. This is it. Her heart is beating so fast she is afraid it might jump out of her chest. Also, her hand started to sweat slightly.

„Neither of them are you. Nat and Wanda set me up with them. You are not loosing me Bucky. You always have me, if you want me.“

Now his eyes started to sparkle the second he registered Y/Ns words. Blue eyes looking so light and full of love and admiration, mirroring the eyes of the woman infront of him. Slowly his whole face lights up. Bucky brings their interlaced hands to his face and kisses her Nuckels.

„Of course I want you. You have me, doll.“

Slowly they start to lean in and softly their lips meet. A kiss that was long overdue. It is filled with love and gentleness.

„Finally, oh my god.“ Nats voice startled the pair and made them break the kiss.

Wanda and Nat were standing in the living room, grinning at them both. Steve, Sam and Tony also appeared.

„Why are you two smiling like idiots“, Tony asked.

„Nats and mine plan worked.“ The attention was suddenly on Bucky an Y/N. Still with interlaced fingers and Y/Ns hand on Buckys face. the newly couple looking confused.

„Plan?“ Y/N and Bucky spoke at the same time, laughing lightly when they noticed.

„Yes. These two made you, Y/N go on dates. So either one of you confesses their feelings for the other. Apparently it worked.“

„You knew Steve?“ Bucky looked at his childhood friend. „I was in on the plan.“

„It was exhausting to watch the both of you pinning over the other and neither doing anything“, Sam said.

„Your welcome“, Wanda and Nat spoke, smiled, turned around and left.

Wanda quickly adding while walking that she wants to be one of the bridesmaids at their wedding and Nat agreeing. The guys went for the kitchen.

Today:

Bucky and Y/N walked through the Central Park. It was a little before 6 am.

„You like getting up early, Doll.“ „It‘s nice and quiet early. We could always sleep more afterwards.“

Bucky kissed her cheek and put an arm around her as they kept walking. It was quiet. Y/N was right and he loved it as well. Sleep be damned if he could spent his time with his best girl.

Oh for you I will do whatever and I just can‘t believe we are together

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Authors note:

So, this is the first piece I have written in a long time. I am not to sure about it but I just liked writing it.

Feedback is appreciated as long as you are not being mean. Tell me what you think if you read this. :)

#bucky barnes x you #marvel x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #fanfic #mileawrites #james buchanan bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes #james barnes x female reader #reader insert

[mandoalorian]

I saw this Tik tok edit of Max Lord with “Money money money” by Abba and I just can’t stop think about him absolutely railing me in an obnoxiously expensive setting like a hotel golden bathtub or something like that 🥵

Bubble Bath [Maxwell Lord x F! Reader] SMUT

Rating: 18+

Warnings: unprotected p in v, creampie, bath sex (?), hardcore railing, slight degradation from Max, male masturbation

Masterlist

You sat on the edge of the gold engraved bathtub, slushing your hand in the warm water to check the temperature. It was one of those rare occasions where you'd decided to join Maxwell on one of his business trips. You hated being without him, and you'd always wanted to see Italy, so it sounded like the perfect opportunity.

You ditched your short silk robe, letting the flimsy material fall to the ground, and relished the way the hot thick air made your skin sticky before you dipped your toes into the water. Little did you know, Maxwell was in the other room, laying on your hotel suite bed, lazily jerking off. He had gotten hard from the little make out session you had earlier, but once you saw the time, you told him you had to stop and get ready for your dinner reservations. You encouraged him to do the same, even picking out his tux for him before you went into the bathroom. He'd get ready, sure, but he had to sort this out first.

His eyes fluttered shut as his fingers curled around the base of his cock, pumping it to the thought of you in the bath. He groaned, imagining you washing your body, your slick wet hands soaping up every inch of your skin. He wished he was in there with you, helping you out. Washing you. Any excuse to touch you— touch every part of you. He wanted to let his hands slide over your perfect breasts, squeeze them, pinch them. He wanted to rub your tummy and kneed his fingers into your hips.

Just then, his eyes snapped open as he had a bright idea. Why couldn't he do that? He heard the faucet in the bathroom stop running, indicating the bathtub was full and you were about to go in. Still holding his erection in his hand, he shuffled out of bed and stepped out of his pants. Padding over to the door, he was grateful to realise you hadn't even locked it.

Dirty little slut. He thought. You want this.

He chuckled darkly, pushing the door open and immediately spotting you brush your teeth at the sink. His eyes were fixated on your body. You were beautiful, and you were all his. He quietly stalked over to you, before abruptly wrapping his big arms around you causing you to squeal in shock. "Maxie!" you exclaimed, a little bit of toothpaste dribbling onto your lip. Maxwell chuckled and wiped it away with his thumb.

His large hands navigated down to your tummy, his rock hard member pressing against the curve of your ass as he pressed hot, wet kisses down your neck and along your shoulder. "Baby, what are you doing?" you mumbled, your eyes fluttered shut in delight as he slid his tongue across your wet sticky skin. His touch was blissful and you felt your cunt begin to ache with need for him.

"Feel this?" he asked, his voice deep and gravely. He brushed his erection between the inside of your thighs, leaving a small trail of his leaked precum along your skin. It was enough for your to feel, that's for sure. You were unable to escape the uncontrollable moan that left your lips.

"Shit, I do," you whimpered as you realised how hard he actually was. "One second, I gotta spit."

"You don't spit anything." he growled, his large hand finding your neck and experimentally squeezing.

"Mm-Maxie," you whined, rinsing the toothbrush and placing it on the edge of the sink. "It's toothpaste." you giggled sheepishly. A small 'oh' left his mouth. You spat into the sink, rinsed it away, took a sip of water, and turned yourself back to your boyfriend. "You need me to take care of you?" you cooed, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and letting your hands fall down to his cock. You let your thumb sweep over the head of his manhood, collecting anymore of his precum from his slit before bringing it up to your mouth and sucking with contentment.

He felt his cock twitch just from the sight of you sucking on your thumb. He wished he could just ruthlessly fuck your pretty mouth and cum all over your face. And you'd take it like the greedy little thing you were. But he didn't have all the time in the world and you both still had to get ready.

"Get into the tub." He commanded, pointing his ring clad finger to the filled up bath.

"Maxie, I was gonna go down on you." you explained, fluttering your eyelashes seductively.

"Later, we don't have time," he Max told you. You obliged, walking over to the bathtub and swaying your hips. He gave your ass a spanking, seeing right through your dirty action. "I wanna fuck you in the tub." He announced, pulling off his undershirt so he, like you, was completely naked.

You climbed into the tub and he followed suit, immediately pinning you against the tiled wall. He held your arms up in the air and you rubbed your ass against him with desperation. "Isn't this like, a slip risk?" you asked, but any concern you might've had was immediately brushed away by Maxwell nibbling at your skin.

"I've got you," he promised, pushing the blunt head of his cock against your dripping wet folds. He moaned as he felt just how aroused you were. "I'm gonna rail you so hard baby girl, you aren't gonna be able to walk to dinner."

"You'll have to carry me then," you purred, tossing your head back against his shoulder as he pushed himself inside you. He doubled back, waiting a few moments, before once again seating his full, thick girth inside your warm pussy. It felt a haven to him.

"So perfect sweet girl," he praised, letting you adjust to his length. "You take my cock so well."

You felt your walls clench around him at the appraisal. He knew the compliments and words of affirmation from him were the key to your heart. Your breasts were pressed against the white tile and you unapologetically began to pinch your hardening nipples as Maxwell began to set up a pace.

"Fuck Max," you hissed as he built up his rhythm. He started out slow, making sure not to hurt you, but then gently built himself up, working himself into you harder and faster. No matter what, he was always consistent. He pulled your legs apart slightly and thrusted upwards, his cock hitting your g-spot. You let out a scream, and immediately felt your cheeks heating up hoping that your hotel neighbors hadn't overheard. Maxwell on the other hand wanted them to hear. If he could have it his way, he'd want the whole world to know how good of a fuck he was.

"Right there?" he asked almost condescendingly, thrusting upwards again and hitting your sweet spot. "Oh you like that don't you?" he chuckled. "I can feel it. Such a good little hole taking me like this in the tub huh."

Pearls of sweat laced along your collarbones as he kept you steady, and despite him absolutely railing you in the bathtub, you knew you could trust him to keep tight a hold of you and not let you fall. His large biceps always made you feel safe. He was so strong, and you loved him so much. As his speed increased, the both of you were so lost in the coital haze you hadn't even notice the water spilling out of the tub and pooling onto the ground.

"I'm close princess," Maxwell gasped, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. You reached a hand into his damp hair, tugging on it. You knew how much he liked it, and it only stirred him on. "Cum on my cock. Come on baby girl, I know you can do it." he encouraged, another loud groan escaping his lips as his hips snapped into yours.

"Mm Maxie, more," you whined and Maxwell bit down on your skin.

"Oh, more? You always were greedy," he chuckled, bringing his hand down to your clit. He began to swirl his thumb into perfect, tight little circles. You felt your thighs shake and your legs felt like they were going to cave in. Your climax was about to wash over you and you knew it.

"Sh- shit Max!" you cried as he continued to fondle with your clit and fuck his way harder into your pussy.

"On the count of three, we cum at the same time." He commanded, not stopping his movements once. You couldn't even reply, instead breathlessly nodding your head in agreement. "Three, two, one- ah!"

Your walls gripped his cock like a vice and he felt his balls tighten as he pushed his final thrust into you. You came undone beneath him, your entire body shaking in ecstasy as you felt his warm seed spill inside of you. Neither of you said a word. He kept you still pinned against the wall, pressing gentle and affectionate kisses into your back. He let himself soften inside of you before finally slipping out. You groaned at the lost feeling of fullness. He turned you around so he could kiss your lips. "I love you." he confessed, with a helpless shrug of his shoulders.

"I love you too." you smiled, gazing into his honey brown eyes.

"Come on, quicker we get to dinner, quicker we can come back to the hotel room for dessert." he winked and you felt your tummy erupt into a frenzy of butterflies. He really was the love of your life.

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