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meltwonu · 4 years

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| caffeine | [chapter 8]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; usage of toys in public, overstimulation, oral(female receiving), anal play, forced orgasms 🥴🥴 we r back everyone! 💕💕 thank you to everyone who’s been so patient since we took a one week break from updates!! 💕💕💕💕 let’s get it!!

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Wonwoo gets accepted to go on his archaeology trip next semester which doesn’t surprise you at all but does leave you feeling a little sadder than you anticipated.

And he tells you in the midst of eating you out, hands gripping your thighs as he laps at your clit.

“W--wait, Wonwoo--mmh!”

Your fingers tug on his short hair just as he sucks on your clit; a garbled moan spilling out of your lips as your thighs threaten to clamp shut with his head between them. But he feels you tremble, shooting you a look before he pries your legs open further, holding them still as he continues to eat you out on top of the study table.

“Wuh--wait! So, that m-means you’ll be leaving in like t-two months?” He moans against you, flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue before he licks his lips clean.

“Yeah, maybe a little bit sooner depending on what prepwork needs to be done.”

“Hmm… ‘m gonna miss you kinda. Maybe just your dick but kinda you too.”

Wonwoo chuckles, adjusting his glasses for a second before he brings his index and middle fingers to his mouth to wet them.

He pops the digits out of his mouth when he deems them wet enough, bringing them to your entrance before he slowly sinks them into you, curling them upward until they tap your g-spot.

“I’m gonna miss your pussy too, sweetheart.”

“Hey, can you put this book down on the third shelf to the right?”

Wonwoo hands you a book to reshelf and you wonder how he even managed to convince you to stick around after he went down on you. Most often than not, it was a quick rendezvous and you or he left. But you think maybe part of you is feeling a little sentimental now that you know he’s going to be gone for a while.

“Right here?”

“Mmhmm.”

The cart of books grows smaller and smaller as the two of you continue to put them away, small idle conversation helping to fill up the otherwise quiet space.

“Any big plans before you leave for, like, three months?” Wonwoo ponders for a second, turning to face you.

“Well, the guys wanted to go to some 21+ beer festival-thing next weekend. You should come with. Maybe you can help me handle them all.” He laughs lightly, a genuine smile plastered on his face when he thinks about the others.

“Are you gonna miss ‘em?” This time Wonwoo scoffs, jokingly rolling his eyes before he walks over to the nearly empty book cart.

“Are you kidding? I’m probably going to have some peace and quiet for the first time in my adult life. I'll be more concerned about having to come back after three months.”

The festival day comes up sooner than you expected; having filled up the time with finishing projects and helping Mingyu not fail his.

You wait in front of the gates, a little uneasy since it was all of SVT House and yourself.

What if someone sees me and thinks I’m the SVT House whore or something, fuck. You panic unnecessarily for a second, wondering if there’s a way for you to escape but you hear Mingyu’s voice calling your name, turning to the side to see the entire group. Too late.

“Hey, ‘Gyu.” You meet him in a hug, Minghao coming soon after until Wonwoo steps in front of you. The others coo at the two of you, jokingly calling you the ‘lovebirds’ before they start walking to the ticketing kiosks, leaving you and Wonwoo alone.

“You know how they are.” “Mm, yeah unfortunately.”

You chuckle, walking with Wonwoo to the ticketing kiosks where he pays for your ticket. “Hey, what the fuck? You never buy us anything!!” The blonde one you’d seen in passing screeches. Soonyoung.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes, handing you your ticket which you thank him for. “She’s the only girl here, I’m trying to be a gentleman.” You can’t help but blush at his words, walking with the rest of them through the security check. Mingyu sends you a greasy smirk, just as you quickly flip him off.

All of you get through security with no issues, Seungcheol doing a headcount to make sure everyone’s there before he starts leading the way into the festival grounds. There’s a few amusement park rides thrown in the mix of game booths and alcohol stalls as well and you’re semi-glad it’s a 21+ event only; something was telling you things could get messy.

Wonwoo tugs on your elbow not a second after, curiosity plastered on your face when you turn to face him. “Before we… get started, I have a gift for you.” He smirks, pulling out a small box from his pocket before placing it in the palm of your hands.

You barely open it for a split-second before you quickly put the cover back on, cheeks hot as you stare up at the fox-eyed male. “How the fuck did you get this through security!?” You whisper harshly. He chuckles quietly, pulling the remote from his pocket as he spins the keychain loop around his index finger.

“Dunno, guess sex toys don’t make the sensor go off.”

He tells the others that the two of you were going to head to the restrooms really quick, telling Seungcheol to text him their location while he waits for you.

The blush eats you alive when you slip into a restroom stall, hiking up your dress slightly to pull down your normal panties to replace them with the vibrating panties that Wonwoo had somehow gotten through security. You could already feel yourself getting slightly wet; the thrill of him controlling your orgasms in a public place suddenly extremely hot. And the toy sits directly on your clit, a small shiver running up your spine as you adjust it before gathering your things and leaving. Wonwoo meets you outside, eyebrow quirked as he grins. “Let’s give it a try, hmm?”

The vibrations hit you hard and fast, a choked noise all you can muster in the three seconds he turns it on and off. “Oh, seems like it's working well.”

When the two of you meet up with the rest of the guys, they’re at a game booth trying to win some stuffed animal.

You feel mildly on edge now that you knew Wonwoo could turn the toy on at any second, a cold sweat on your skin as you stand in between Minghao and Wonwoo. “That took you awhile. You guys weren’t… doing anything unsavory were you?” You grit your teeth; Wonwoo having turned on the toy on its lowest level just as Minghao finished asking.

“No? We’re literally here to eat and maybe get a little drunk. Cut me some slack, ‘Hao. When have you ever seen me acting out in public?” Minghao nods slowly at Wonwoo’s words, eyeing you before he clears his throat.

“Ok, I mean… Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

Wonwoo shifts the vibration intensity higher, your legs twitching underneath your dress. You can feel your body tensing up, pussy clenching around nothingness as the toy assaults your clit. “Don’t you have anything to say to defend yourself?” Minghao jokes, jabbing you with his elbow.

“W--what? N-no… I mean, I just, I--I needed to use the restroom. There was a line and y-yeah...” You blabber, hands clenched into fists on your sides. Wonwoo eases up, turning the toy off just as your body slumps forward slightly.

“You okay, though? You seem tired.” Minghao’s voice is filled with worry as he places his hand on your shoulder. “Yeah! I’m good, just slept kinda weird last night so I might seem a ‘lil tired today!” He buys it, thankfully, turning his attention back to the others just as Seungcheol wins the stuffed animal.

“For the sweet lady.”

Seungcheol winks, handing you the small stuffed bear just as Wonwoo sets the vibration to the maximum level, forcing an orgasm out of you in a matter of seconds just as you choke out a small ‘thank you’ towards Seungcheol.

You grit your teeth hard, nails digging into the poor stuffed animal you were gifted. “What’cha gonna name it?” You meet the eyes of Seokmin, a cheery smile on his face. Wonwoo turns the toy off again, a soft chuckle fluttering by.

“I don’t know.”

Thankfully you do manage to have fun; momentarily forgetting about the toy. And Wonwoo seems to forget about it for a bit too, enjoying the drinks as you all stop at stalls to grab different beers to try in between all of your conversations.

One of the younger ones, Seungkwan, suggests getting on one of the rides; queueing up in front of the merry-go-round near-by.

“This is supposed to be, like, a wine and cheese festival but we have beer and children’s rides. Who even came up with this?” Vernon asks, genuinely curious.

“Broke college kids who can’t afford wine and cheese but can afford cheap beer and free rides and need escapism.” Everyone nods sadly at Jeonghan’s words, unfortunately very true.

And much like you expect, the small vibrations come back; Wonwoo having set it on the lowest setting while you all waited in line. “We should go sit and eat for a bit after this. My feet are kinda killing me.” Jun complains, but everyone agrees, deciding to take a little break after the ride to finally eat something.

“Yeah, honestly, I’m full of beer, I need something to eat.” Joshua whines.

Wonwoo turns the vibrations up a level, your thighs rubbing together under your dress as you sneakily shift from one foot to the other. He calls your name loud enough to get the attention of everyone else, their eyes on you as you mentally curse at him.

“What do you feel like eating? We should let you choose.” The others nod, a sly smirk plastered on his features. “Geez hyung, you’re really trying to put on that gentlemanly charm, huh?” Chan teases. You laugh awkwardly, a bead of sweat trickling down your temple as you wipe it away.

Gentleman, my ass.

“I--um, I--I saw a pretzel stall we p-passed by, it se--seems like it’d go well w-with drinks…”

The others agree just as you’re all let onto the merry-go-round, sitting on one of the horses next to Wonwoo. The ride starts soon after; the others laughing and cracking jokes almost immediately as they all sit in front of you. Wonwoo’s eyes glint with mischief when your eyes meet, your hand covering your mouth as you let out a choked cry.

At the angle you’re sitting in, the toy presses harder against your clit and almost like Wonwoo knows that, he sets the toy to the highest level again. And this time, you can’t help but grind against it, thankful that you could mask your movements on the god-forsaken ride. “W-Wonwoo…” You whisper. He barely catches it over the ride’s music, smirking as he only mouths the word ‘cum’ to you.

A shiver runs up your spine when you finally cum this time, toes curling in your sandals as you bite your lip to hold in any noises. You sit up pin straight on your horse, your entire body twitching at your second orgasm. But it doesn’t last long, much like your first one. Wonwoo turns off the toy again, just as the ride starts to come to a stop and you release the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Need some help down, m’lady?” This time it’s Mingyu offering his hand which you shakily take, palm clammy when you place yours in his. “Jesus, are you okay? Why is your palm so sweaty?”

“Yeah, m’fine, I think the beer is getting to me.” He pouts at you, rubbing your back slightly as he ushers your wobbly body off of the ride. “You know what’ll fix that? More beer but also some food, finally.”

You and Mingyu fall into idle conversation; Wonwoo giving you a break that you deserve after forcing two orgasms out of you. And eventually you find the pretzel stall, thankful that there’s empty tables around as you all find a seat.

You sit at a table with Wonwoo by your side, Jihoon and Mingyu sitting on the opposite side.

“We’ll go in pairs or something, so we don’t lose our seats.” You nod at Seungcheol’s suggestion, just thankful you can finally sit and catch your breath. Mingyu and Jihoon get up first, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Having fun, sweetheart?” The tone in Wonwoo’s voice is provoking, your head tilting slightly to look at him and glare. “You’re actually the devil. Gentlemanly, my fucking ass.” You whisper harshly. The stuffed toy in your hands gets squeezed hard again, Wonwoo prying it out from between your iron grip.

“Don’t cuss in front of our child.” He smiles sickly sweet at you, smoothing down the toy’s faux fur before he places it in front of you again.

You’re about to open your mouth to retort but you notice Jihoon coming back, placing food and a cup of beer right in front of you instead. “Hey, uhh, I paid for your food and drink. Hope that’s okay. You seemed tired.” There’s a faint blush on his cheek just as he shyly looks away.

“O-oh. Thank you, Jihoon, that’s really sweet of you…”

“Um, mmhmm, I’m gonna go get my own food, I’ll be back.”

Wonwoo scoffs when Jihoon walks away, plucking the remote from his pocket again. “Isn’t that cute? Everyone’s treating you like a little princess. Doting on you while you cum because of me. So spoiled.”

You blush, choosing to ignore Wonwoo’s words as you focus on eating the food Jihoon had so kindly gotten for you. Eventually the other two come back, leaving Wonwoo to get his own food as he leaves you with them. “Jeez, couldn’t even get me anything, Mingyu?”

“Sorry bro, only one pair of hands!”

The three of you laugh, delving into conversation as the tall male leaves. “Anyway, you guys aren’t dating right?” Mingyu asks. You nod. “We’re not. Why?”

“No reason, just checking in to see if anything’s changed.”

“Since you’re not dating, d’you wanna come to my studio?” You choke on your food, eyes bulging as you stare at Jihoon. “I--what?” He places his food down, taking a sip of his beer before he replies.

“Nothin’ sexual, just could use an outside opinion on some music stuff. We’re all art kids to some degree, y’know? Sometimes I need an outsider’s opinion.”

“But--but what does that have to do with me dating Wonwoo?”

“Nothing really. I just didn’t want to ask just in case he got the wrong idea.” Wonwoo walks back in mid-conversation, setting his things down as he looks at Jihoon. “Wrong idea?”

“I asked her if she’d come to my studio to give me an opinion on music stuff. Nothing major.” Wonwoo glances at you before he takes a sip of his own beer. “Jihoon’s really good at producing. You’d be lucky to hear what he works on. ”

“I’d love to come by whenever!” You smile at Jihoon, hurriedly finishing your food. The other three take their time, discussing various topics just as you see Wonwoo slip his hand towards his pants pocket again. Oh no.

This time he wastes no time, already setting the toy to the middle setting as you try your best to not lurch forward over the table top. Your body is already extremely sensitive from your past orgasms and you find it hard to keep in the noises you so badly want to let out.

“We should go to a few more game booths and then maybe hit up the rides before we leave.” Mingyu says with a mouthful of food. “Mm, yeah, they set up a cool arcade area on the north end of the grounds, we should head over there when the sun goes down.” Wonwoo adds.

You find it incredible that he can sound so normal in this situation and you almost feel jealous. Fucker.

The three continue to chat about the day’s plans just as your orgasm begins to crest quickly, Jihoon’s eyes landing on you when he asks for your opinion. You almost feel bad that you’re cumming while staring Jihoon straight in the eyes but you figure it wasn’t the first time today that had happened anyway.

The wetness between your legs feels horrible when you come down from your high; panties sticking to you like a second skin as you rub your thighs together.

“Yeah, sounds g-good!”

Wonwoo lets up, letting you enjoy the rest of your day in peace for the most part.

The sun eventually goes down and all of you head towards the arcade tent; everyone splitting up to go do their own thing for the time being. You stick with Wonwoo however, walking around quietly and looking at all the arcade cabinets with him.

“Tired yet?”

“Why? Think I can’t keep up with you?” You quip, a little on edge. In truth, you were a little tired. But you also wanted Wonwoo to fuck you already and you weren’t even sure if he’d give in.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. I know you can keep up with me. Just wondering if you were wanting one more orgasm before the night was over.”

Oh.

“Yes.”

You reply before you can even really think, body suddenly on fire at the thought of his hands finally on you. And just like you expect, Wonwoo turns the toy back on, setting it to its lowest level. “Let’s play a game.” He offers, walking you towards one of the zombie shooter games.

“If you win, I’ll fuck you however you want me. If I win, I’ll fuck you however I want you. Deal?” You nod feverishly, not caring about the outcome. If it resulted in him fucking you, there was no real losing. “Okay, sure. Let’s do it.” Wonwoo leaves the toy on as he puts the quarters in the machine, already flying through the intro screen. “I hope you’re ready to lose, sweetheart.”

And lose you do, but you feign disappointment for his sake, setting the fake gun back into its place just as Wonwoo raises the vibration level of the toy. “F--Fuck!” And this time, your voice is drowned out in the crowd of people and arcade noises, small cries and moans spilling from your lips as you lean up against the arcade cabinet. “Pl--please, Wonwoo I can’t w-wait any longer, I don’t care i--if you fuck me here, please!”

Wonwoo laughs, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he drags you out of the arcade tent. “We’ll save that for another time.” He leads you towards the restrooms, although in a much emptier part of the grounds.

“Wait, what if someone… sees us?” He scoffs just as he begins to walk into the restrooms, pulling you in behind him. “Please, this is a 21+ event with booze, I’m sure someone’s fucked in here before we have.” Wonwoo pushes you into one of the stalls, locking it behind him as he fishes for the toy’s remote.

“Let’s get you a little wetter, baby.”

“No~ I’m already so wet, please Wonwoo…” You face one of the restroom walls, pressing your ass against his crotch. His cock is already from what you can feel as you start to grind against him. “Fuck, please, you’re already hard, please just fuck me!” You cry, dropping all of your things to the grimy restroom floor before placing your hands on the wall in front of you.

“I won the game but here you are begging me to do what you want. So so spoiled.” He turns off the toy, placing the remote in his back pocket before he grips the hem of your dress, flipping it up to expose your ass to him.

He helps you slide down your soaked panties, pocketing the material as well before starts undoing his jeans and underwear. “Don’t you want me to eat you out? Get you nice and prepped for my cock?”

“No, fuck, I just want you to fuck me, please! I’m so w-wet I--you could just… slide right in…” The thought alone has you drooling; squirming when you feel the head of his cock sliding through your wet folds.

“What if I wanted to fuck your ‘lil ass, hmm?” You can feel your pussy throb at the prospect. “I--Wonwoo… fuck, I’d let you!” You moan out.

Wonwoo smirks behind you, positioning his cock at your entrance before he slowly eases himself in. “We’ll also save that for another time… But I’ll give you a little taste in a bit.” You groan in response, thanking the heavens when you feel his thick cock inside your pussy. And it takes everything you have to not cum as soon as he bottoms out, cock already prodding at your cervix.

“Ngh, fuck…”

The sound of skin slapping and moans bounce off the restroom walls and you don’t even care if anyone can hear or see what’s going on. But Wonwoo takes his time; slow but hard thrusts that have you whining and clenching hard around him as your body jerks in his hold.

“You were so good for me today. Cumming and not even letting any of them know.” A warm feeling floods your senses at his praise. “And here you are, still taking my cock after you’ve already cum so many times. So good for me, sweetheart.”

You let out a sharp breath when you feel his thumb circling your puckered hole.

“Wonwoo... p-please...” You meet his thrusts, fucking yourself on his cock as he lets a glob of spit land on your hole, his thumb using it as lubrication before he slowly eases in the digit.

“Oh g-god, I--fuck, please, please, please!” You mumble, feeling even more full than you ever were.

“Hah, you’re so cute. Next time we’ll have to use some new toys, hmm? Get all you nice and filled up.”

“Fuck, yes!”

Wonwoo fucks you faster, keeping his thumb in your ass as he chases his orgasm. Your body jolts in his hold, already feeling your own orgasm starting to build as well. “Won--Wonwoo ‘m close already...” You mumble, sensitive body already beginning to slump against the dirty wall.

“Cum with me then, sweetheart.”

You nod shakily, pussy getting tighter around his cock as you feel yourself tipping over the edge. And Wonwoo follows suit, groaning when he cums inside of your pussy, fucking his cum deeper into you as your walls flutter around his cock when you cum with him.

“Fuck, Wonwoo!”

You feel yourself drooling as you cum, eyes clenched shut as the pleasure washes over you. Your orgasm seems to last longer than your previous ones despite how exhausted you feel afterwards, but you’re sure it’s because of Wonwoo and not because of some toy.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“H--Huh?” You head feels muddled as you turn your head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of him.

“I’ve been asking you if you were ok for the past minute. You zoned out.”

“Oh... m’okay... tired...” You whisper out, oversensitivity setting in when he slides his cock from your swollen pussy.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then I’ll get you some water, okay?”

You can barely stand up straight when you try to exit the restroom stall, Wonwoo offering to piggy-back you back to the arcade tent where everyone else is waiting.

He keeps the vibrating panties but lets you put you regular panties back on.

“I was smart to put ‘em in my bag...” You tell him sleepily, nuzzling into his neck as he carries you.

“You’re lucky you did or else I’d have to put the other one back on.” He grins, re-adjusting you on his back as he sees the others standing in front of the arcade tent.

“Okay, see, now I know you two were up to no good.” Minghao tuts, arms crossed as he looks over your tired form. “God, and here we thought you were one of the good ones, hyung.” Chan adds, dramatically shaking his head as they start walking towards the amusement park rides.

“You might’ve gotten whatever sick thrills you wanted but we still wanna go on the rides so you’re gonna have to come with us now!” Soonyoung screams before running ahead, Wonwoo turning with you still on his back.

“You gonna be okay? Or do you wanna ditch them?” You tighten your grip around his neck, sleepy eyes watching as the others chase Soonyoung.

“I’ll be okay, let’s catch up with them before they lose Soonyoung.”

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lesbian-deadpool · 4 years

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Roses In A Storm

Part Three: What A Time To Be Alive

Prelude | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 5,681

Warnings: Talks of alcoholism and recovery, family issues, Red-Skull (hes’s a Nazi, that’s a warning in its own lmao), heights, light angst, talks of self deprecation/hate, explosions, talks of abuse/violence/murder/death, space stuff, I thin that may just be it.

Request: Yes. Many times.

Summary: The end of the journey.

A/N: Welcome to the end of this story! I really hope you liked this fucked up ride. If you want someone to thank for making me writhe this fic, then you best go bother @missmonsters2 lol! Hope this is what you wanted wifey!

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

***

That's all it takes.

A few words from Tony Stark and you're on the right path again.

Well...

As right as it can be.

The past few months had been long and gruelling.

There were times, too many than you wanted to admit, where you just wanted to give up. But you never did. And that was largely thanks to Tony and his family.

You would colour or play adventure with Morgan, cook with Pepper and Tony. Helped where you could with Tony and his inventions, but mainly you would just watch him, letting him distract you as he worked away, while you two conversed. You even became a "stand-in Assistant" when Pepper was rushed with mass amounts of work.

Whenever you were craving alcohol, Tony would always say the same thing:

"Sorry, Strange's orders."

"Since when did you take anyone's orders?"

"Since we could get Natasha back."

He was a real bastard, sometimes.

"Have you seen your parents yet?" he had asked, a little over a month into your recovery.

In your silence, Tony knew your answer.

"It's been seven months, Y/N-"

"I know how long it's been," you snapped. You rubbed at your forehead with a frustrated sigh. Trying to fight off the spinning in your head, "I can't see them like this, Tony. They were so proud of me and everything I've done- Did. Everything I did," you clarified, "And If I go to them now. What are they going to see? An alcoholic failure, who quit their job, is now a fucking hitman. And is in love with a woman- who is, apparently, inside of a fucking stone! What are they gonna say to that? Huh?"

"They still love you, Y/N."

You had tears in your eyes as you shook your head. He was right, you knew that, but you still couldn't see them. You knew you wouldn't be able to bear it if they saw you like this.

"Please, Y/N. Go home. See them. Tell them you love them," Tony practically begged you, "Trust me. You only get so long with them. You should know that you've lost people you love, too."

"I know..." you said weakly.

And that was the end of that conversation.

Yeah.

He really was a bastard, sometimes.

But now, five and a half months later, you felt better.

You felt so much better.

And you had finally seen your parents.

For the first time, in a year.

Your interaction with them had been just as Tony had said it would be. They welcomed you with open arms. Telling you how much they loved you. How proud of you they still were. They told you there was no reason for you to apologise.

Fuck Tony Stark and how right he was.

That bastard.

***

You felt like a stranger walking through these halls, but familiar to the surroundings at the same time. Almost like you were walking the halls of your old school.

It was... eerie?

Was that even the best term to use, to describe this feeling? You didn't know. But it felt right.

Agents, visitors, and trainees all the like, regarded you as you walked. All knew of who you were. Most knew what had happened the last time you had been at HQ, from either witnessing it themselves or through the grape-vine.

But it was their own fault when they jumped out of their skin, as you kicked open the door of your destination, as they should have known you hadn't lost your spunk.

"Right! Listen up, motherfuckers!" you yelled, making the people inside the room snapped their attention to you, shock rippling throughout their bodies, as you slammed the door shoot behind you. "I'm coming back to work!"

You could tell Fury was about to say something, from where he sat at the top of the table, in between Tony and Strange. With Maria stood to the side behind her boss. Her eyebrows raised at you, and a small -almost unnoticeable- smile on her face.

"Don't you dare, I'm not done yet!" You pointed at Fury, who leaned back in his seat and regarded you, allowing you to carry on with what you were saying. "I'm coming back, but I have some conditions-!"

"'Conditions'?" he asked.

"Yes. Conditions. Firstly, this is a one-time thing. I'm not taking my job back. I don't work for you. I'm working with you. For. This. Mission. Only. Okay?" No objections. You nodded your head once. "Secondly. I will do as you say, but I have a say on who is involved in this mission. If I don't want them here. They don't get to be. Because if I have to look at Clint's face- Even though I do know that Nat wasn't really his fault. I'm still gonna rip his throat out-"

"Now, Y/N. You have no-"

"Ah- Ah- Ah," You cut Fury off. "I'm still not done yet. Coming off of my second point. Wade gets to be there when I say so."

"Now that's definitely not happening!"

"I agree with Fury, Y/N. That is total insanity," Strange voiced up.

"Well, I guess that's tough tittys for you guys. Because those are my conditions. If you don't like it, then that's your problem."

Fury was about to speak when Tony cut him off.

"Just give 'em what they want. It's not like you were gonna involve anyone else. And so what if this Wade guy joins? It's another pair of hands."

"You don't know him."

"You'd like him," you said.

“Oh, now I want him to join more. If I'd like him, and these guys can't stand him."

"I agree with Stark, no matter how much it pains me," Maria spoke, gaining everyone's attention.

"Maria?" Fury asked almost, shocked, "You know what Wilson is like. You've read his files."

"I have." She nodded. "And although he is unorthodox, as the best way to put it... he gets things done. And if he cares for Y/N as much as he said he does. He will do well in helping us."

"Thank you, Maria!"

"Jesus Christ," Fury sighed.

"Wait," Tony said, "Who is Wade to you?"

You shrugged. "He's my best friend. Well, one of them."

"But I'm your best friend!"

"You're one of them!"

"Are you best friend cheating on me?!"

"Can we not do this here?" you asked him, knowing that when you arrived back at the cabin, you were in for a mass amount of questions, and would be forced to say who your best-best friend was.

You suddenly never wanted to leave the small, closed off, conference room.

"Fine," he huffed.

"Fury?" you asked. Cocky smile on your face. Knowing he was at a crossroads, and one direction was blocked.

"Okay," he said slowly.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Nick."

"Anyway..." Strange began, "Now that we've got everything settled-"

"I missed the whole meeting?" you pointed out.

"-I should be taking my leave now."

"Yeah, send me home too, Dumbledore," Tony "asked", standing up, too.

"Y/N. I'll be in touch." And with that, he and Tony walked through separate portals.

"Wow. So, I've gotta make my own way home? Nice."

Walking over to the door, you spoke your goodbyes. Pausing, only when you were out of the door to say one last condition, "Oh, and also. I get paid three times of what my yearly salary was."

"For this one mission?"

"Yes. For this journey, as Mr Wizardly would put it."

With his silence, was his agreement.

"Bye!" You took your exit.

***

"Where are we going, now?" you asked, strutting into the office at Tony's cabin. Which had become your "base of operations" so to say. Knoticing that the whole team was there.

Tony, Stephen, Fury, Wade, and Maria. Who usually stayed behind, being everyone's eyes and ears.

This must be an essential part of the mission.

You had spent the last three months under Strange's order. You, Tony, and hell even Fury running around collecting all out the things he needed. Mainly books. Sometimes Wade accompanied you on your missions. Keeping things more than entertaining.

"Space."

"The final frontier," you whispered in a far off voice, the same look in your eyes. Tony, laughing at your overdramatics. "But seriously," you continued, words now sober from their previous humour, "Is this it? Are we going to finish this?"

"With any luck," Tony nodded.

"Our ride will be here soon," Fury informed you.

"Our ride?"

"The walking talking build a bear."

"That would be so cool to have," Wade gushed, gaining some weird looks in return.

"The raccoon?" you asked, but still smiling at your scarred friend.

"I believe his name was 'Rocket'."

"Rocket The Raccoon," you said, "D' ya think he got inspiration from The Beatles song 'Rocky Raccoon'?"

"That would be something, wouldn't it?" Maria asked not expecting a reply. But she did smile back at you when you threw her one.

Before anyone could say another word, a low rumbling shook the ground slightly, the sound of jets filling the air.

And that was everyone's queue to run out of the cabin, only to see the spaceship you assumed belonged to the raccoon and his crew, floating above the large lake next to Tony's property. The hatch slowly coming down to rest on the docks.

"Hey, losers!" The rough voiced raccoon called out, from the end of the ship, beginning to descend the hatch.

"Is that any way to talk to your friends?!" you called over.

"I don't know you! And yes!"

"Speaking of your friends, where are they?" you asked curiously, once he got close.

"I ditched em at a bar," Rocket shrugged. "They'll be fine. It's my ship anyway."

Everyone laughed at the exchange, soon rushing back inside to grab everything they needed, Tony saying bye to his family, before you all boarded the aircraft.

***

"Oh, yeah. He was in love with death."

Somehow, the conversation had spurred onto the subject of the purple titan, you loathed with your entire being.

"I'm sorry," you began, "What?"

"Thanos. He "killed" half of the universe to impress death," Wade explained.

"Oh! So that's the real reason he did it!" you yelled, beginning your rant, "He made up this whole bullshit story about overpopulation or something. Instead of just saying, "I'm doing this to impress a girl"! Wow. Good to know toxic masculinity exists in space too."

Thankfully the conversation soon changed to the mission back at hand, with small amounts of banter being thrown around, that always followed you guys around.

"Why couldn't you have just teleported us there?" you asked Strange, who was standing in front of you, a little off to the side, in the now space-born ship.

"Because I can only teleport on the same planet that I am on."

You paused, "Makes sense..." And then. "But, we're in space. Should that mean you're able to travel anywhere, then?

"That's not how it works."

"Sound's like bullshit, but okay."

Before Strange could voice his retort, Rocket spoke from the pilot's seat.

"Leave the idiot be. What's the worse that's happening here? You're having a day-trip, boo-hoo."

"Yeah. A "day-trip". To the place where the love of my life threw herself off of a cliff. Sacrificing herself for half of the universe. Great fucking day-trip."

"Okay, yeah. That's less good," he said.

***

The planet was truly beautiful, in a desolate way. Covered wholly in sand, and lakes. Everything taking on a purple hue from the sky and clouds surrounding it. A truly gigantic mountain stood strong before you. You didn't want to admit it, but you were considerably intimidated by the large mass. And to top it all off, there was a permanent solar-eclipsed sun sitting in the sky.

You would have loved experiencing a whole new planet. Even a seemingly empty one.

If you didn't hate this place that is.

Also, the fact that you had to. Climb. The Fucking. Mountain.

If someone would have told you there would be this much exercise involved, you would have convinced Colossus to come, just to carry you up there.

You arrived, panting, at the top of the mountain. Only to be greeted by a creepy floating man, with a red skull for a head.

Fury knew him. Quickly telling you that his name was Red-Skull -surprising- and that he was one of the most notorious Nazis from WWII.

Yep.

You instantly despised him.

He told you each the name of one of your parents, then continued on with an obviously well-rehearsed speech about the Soul Stone, and yada, yada, yada.

Tony brushing past him, saying "We're not interested in what you're selling, shitty evil Ghostrider." With you all trailing after him, smiles on your faces.

And you never heard another pep from the self-proclaimed, "Guardian Of The Stone".

"Well, spank me and call me "daddy"!" Wade called, peering over the ledge of the cliff. "That's a long way down."

You joined him in looking over the edge. Your heart instantly dropping into your stomach.

You couldn't even see the bottom.

You can't imagine how terrified Natasha must have been dangling off of this thing. Only to kick herself off, and into the cloudy abyss.

"Fuck," was all you could breathe.

You only just noticed Tony standing beside you, when he asked FRIDAY to scan the height fo the cliff. Her voice coming out through his suit, so that everyone could hear.

"The cliff's height is approximately three thousand six hundred and ninety point nine hundred and forty-five feet, boss."

"Jesus Christ," you uttered, moving away from the edge, palm resting on your forehead. As thoughts of Natasha falling all that way down filled your mind.

You gave yourself a few moments to breath through your incoming panic attack. Luckily you were unable to see the worried, yet understanding glances everyone was throwing you, behind your closed eyes.

"So... how does this shit work?" you then asked, wanting to hurry with all of this.

You just wanted to get your girl back.

"Y/N," Strange said, beginning to get irritated by you already, "We literally talked about this a few weeks ago."

"Yeah? And I've slept since then," you remarked back.

***

After strang had done whatever the fuck he had done with his magic. You watched in complete awe, as the portal to the Soul World opened up.

But it wasn't any "normal" portal.

The eclipsed sun slowly started to be revealed, only this time if you looked at it, it didn't burn your eyes. You only saw what could be best described as an orange-yellow coloured black hole.

That was the fucking portal.

"Oh." You swallowed, turning to face Strange, "How the hell do we get up there?"

"We already are."

"What-?" you asked confused until you looked over your shoulder at your surroundings. Everything was bare and coated in a warm light, not even an inch of water below your feet. "What the fuck?!"

"Welcome to the soul world."

You were still eternally shocked as Tony began to speak.

"So. So, how does this work?"

"The Soul World only allows "visitation" to the last to be sacrificed. All we need to do is find her, and pull her out."

"Seems simple enough," Wade said, hands on his hips as he looked around, "You think I can get some grub in this place?"

"Don't be an idiot, Wilson," Fury told him, "Now let's go find our girl."

It didn't take long. Only a few minutes of walking until you spotted the structure upfront.

Quickening your pace, you walked up to what seemed to be an open planned coffee shop. Open planned with the outside. And not just any coffee shop. It was the one you and Natasha used to frequent often.

With a red-head, back turned to you, sitting at your usual table.

"Natasha?" you asked voice close to a whisper, the silence surrounding the world you were in amplifying your volume, ensuring she could hear you.

Red-blonde hair swished over shoulder, as Natasha hastily turned to see you.

"Y/N?" she asked you, voice identical to how yours was. The Russian didn't wait for your answer, the chair sloshing through the water, as she sprinted over to you. Throwing herself into your arms.

It was like a dam broke. The moment she touched you, tears poured down your face, like rivers. You held her close to your body, head buried into her soft, wavy hair.

Natasha was sobbing into your shoulder. Hugging you tightly enough for it to hurt.

You finally had her in your arms, just like you had dreamt of for over a year. Ever since you came back.

And yet, all you could think of was how disappointed in yourself you were.

You didn't deserve her. After all of the shit, you had done while she was gone. All of the mercenary jobs, the violence, the drinking and drugs. The hate that settled in your stomach, which caused you to lash out at the world and people who dared to cross you.

Everything.

She deserved so much better.

However, all you could do was pull her closer, and repeat, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," into her bright auburn locks.

"What are you sorry for."

"I." You swallowed your tears, looking into Natasha's wet emerald eyes. "I've done awful things while you were gone, Natasha. I became someone awful."

"Hey," Wade said behind you, slightly insulted. Which you ignored.

"I killed people. Some in cold blood. And all because they said bad things about you. I was lost. And you don't deserve that."

Natasha placed her hands on your wet cheeks, yours staying on her waist, knowing what you were about to say.

"You should find someone who deserves to be with you."

"You do deserve me," she begged you to understand, "I don't want anyone else but you! If there's anyone who doesn't deserve the other, it's me."

"Don't say that."

"Then don't say you don't deserve me. I only want you," she repeated, to get it through your head, "Only you. No one else. I don't care what you've done, or who you were while I was gone. You're still you. Right now, you're you. And that's all I want. It's all I need. You."

You sniffled harshly, realising how stupid you were with a shake of your head.

"I love you," you confessed, "I'm so in love with you, Natasha. It's crazy."

"Then let's be crazy together."

That was the last thing either of you said before she helped guide your lips to hers.

Finally sharing your first kiss.

At long last.

There wasn't the stereotypical fireworks that everyone spoke about when your lips met.

Only warmth.

Kissing Natasha didn't feel like an explosion. It felt like coming home after a long day. Being welcomed with the warm glow of a fire, and a spiced drink warming up your chest.

That's what kissing Natasha felt like.

Heaven.

Home.

You pulled back to the sounds of sniffles.

Eyebrows furrowed, you both looked over to the men behind you. Never once moving away from the other.

They were crying.

All of them.

Even Wade was under his mask.

"Are you guys crying?" you asked with a smile.

"No." Tony nodded, telling you that his words were false.

Strange wiped at the wetness under his eyes, while Wade openly sobbed, his shoulders shaking, pulling one of his guns to his chest as a form of comfort. Rocket was even using his tail to wipe at his eyes, turning away from you all.

"Even you fury?"

"I'm not crying," the Director, said with a slight wave in his voice.

"Really? Because I think that you are. Don't you, Natasha?"

The red-head nodded at you in confirmation.

"I'm not." Was all Fury said before he grabbed his eye patch and moved it to cover his leaking eye. "See."

Natasha let out a wet laugh, rushing over to bring Tony and Fury into a shared hug. All of them letting out a few more tears at the reunion.

Her knees splashing in the water as she pulled the still crying fur-ball into her arms.

Then going over to greet Strange with a hug of his own. And finally giving Wade the same treatment.

"I'm Wade," he introduced himself when she pulled back, "I'm Y/N's best, best friend. Because I'm better than the billionaire Sherlock over there."

"Is that so?" she chuckled.

"It absolutely is not!" Tony yelled.

Natasha shook her head with a smile, making her way over to you, and tucking herself into your side. Her head coming to rest on your shoulder, as she watched two of your best friends bicker at who was your "best, best friend".

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," you apologised.

"You came. And that's all that matters."

"C'mon guys," Tony said, his fingers now wiping under his eyes, "Don't make us cry again."

"I didn't stop," Wade informed you all, raising his hand.

You all chuckled at the man.

Before you decided you wanted out. You wanted to take your girl home.

"Right, now how do we get out of here?"

"We already are," Strange told you.

Looking around, you saw that you were now standing on the cliff's ledge, of Vormir. Natasha still nestled under your arm.

"How in the fuck do you do that?"

"I wizard never reveals his tricks," Tony said, "You know that, Y/N."

"The other stones are destroyed," Strange suddenly said, gaining everyone's attention. "We have to destroy the soul stone."

"But that will require a sacrifice," Natasha said, trying to keep the fear out of her voice, though you could hear hints of it.

"On it!" Wade yelled, making his way past you, and towards the edge of the cliff.

Only stopping when you fisted your hand into the arm of his suit, then pulling him back.

"No. None of us are dying today."

"But, Y/N. I'm immortal-

"No," you interrupted him, voice hardening as to get your point across. "It's a soul for a soul. You go off that cliff, you come back without a soul. And I'm not letting that happen."

"Then how in the fuck are we supposed to destroy the stone?!" Rocket gruffed.

At your prolonged silence, Tony asked, "What are you thinking?"

"This was built as a shrine for stone right?"

"That's what I've been told. Yes," Strange confirmed.

"You said before- Weeks ago. When we were talking about everything, that the word "tomb" would be better to describe it, than "shrine"."

"Yes..." he said slowly, watching as you pieced everything together.

"Tombs normally hold things."

"Yes."

"Oh my, God," Tony breathed in realisation.

"Rocket? How many explosives do you have on the ship?"

"What are you suggesting?" Natasha asked from where she was still tucked into your side.

"We blow the shrine off of the fucking rock."

"How do you know that will work?"

Not bothering to answer his question, you said, "Nick. Get Danvers down here. Once we blow the shrine to smithereens, she comes along and blasts it with all the power she has." You then turned to face him. "Only an infinity stone can destroy an infinity stone. Ergo, so can it's creations. I mean how do you explain Wanda?"

"Well, this seems to be settled then," Wade stated, "So, let's head back to the ship, call your friend Danvers, and get me some food to eat. Because I'm starving," he finished starting to make his way towards the many, many stairs. To where the ship was waiting for you down below.

"What about the creepy weirdo over here?" Rocket asked, moving his thumb towards Red-Skull.

"I heard my own stories about him... leave him. Nazi fucks like him deserve to rot in hell."

"Here, here!" Wade called, "Now, can we go?"

"But what if we accidentally blow up the planet?" Tony. Asking the sensible questions. And making, one of, your best friends groan at being made to stop his trek for food. "I mean. We don't know how resilient this place is."

"Who the fuck cares." Rocket said. His words meant to be a question. But he just didn't care for an answer.

"Well, I think the planets around would have something to say about that," Fury said.

You looked over your shoulder, as they continued to bicker, and right at Strange. Who stood silently between the two giant pillars. The look in his eye, telling you everything that you needed to know.

This was always what was meant to happen.

No more sacrifices.

Natasha would be the very last one to ever feel what that would be like.

No more would this place be one of death for the greed of power.

No more.

"It won't."

"And how can you be so sure of that?" Fury asked you.

With the hard look in your eyes when you meet his, he knew what you said to be right.

"It won't."

***

The ship was in the air. Facing the planet, you had grown to despise.

Every one of you looking out of the large window, that sat above the controls. Wade, finally munching on his much-needed food.

Well, with all the whining he made on your long way back to the ship, you sure fucking hoped he needed it, with the about of brain cells he killed.

Silently, Rocket moved to hand the detonator up to you. Ready to shoot the planet with all you had, missiles, C-4, and many other explosives with names that were unknown to you, that Rocket had stored away. Even Tony had hooked FRIDAY up to the detonator, his suit waiting outside the ship, and ready to fire.

Form what you knew of Rocket, you could tell he wasn't the type to just give away something destructive like this. So, you understood that what he was doing, showed that he cared.

With a nod to the raccoon in thanks, you moved to give the remote to Natasha.

"Ya like to do the honours?"

"I'd love too." Her smile saying "thank you" for her, as she took it from your grasp.

She never took her eyes off of you as she pressed the button, the small smile still on her face the whole time. That was until the explosions started. Drawing both of you attentions back to the planet.

The shrine lit up like a Christmas tree, it getting bombarded with blast upon blast.

The storm-looking, gas-clouds, that were once above you, that was seemingly attached to the planet, slowly started to morph into what looked to be a tornado of sorts. It only clearing when the bright orange gem, floated up. Being held only by the swaying ribbons of the cloud. Just ready for the taking.

Then at the speed of light, leaving a white trail behind her, as a shooting star would.

Carol Danvers flew in.

And blasted the fuck out of the fucking stone.

As quick as she came. She was off again. Intending to meet you back home.

Finally.

All the destruction just stopped.

The cliff. The shrine. And everything about it. Was destroyed.

But, within a blink of an eye, the portal you once thought was a permanently eclipsed sun, sunk in on its self. And it didn't take a genius to know that that wasn't the best thing to be around.

Not even a second later. A bright light shone around the dark centre, it taking on a light blue hue with how light it was. Before it began spreading throughout the shrinking dark core, bursting suddenly. Rays of light firing off all around.

Your eyes widened when they saw this, your instant reaction to when you saw the bright rays speeding towards the ship, was to pull Natasha into your chest. Raising your arm to block the side of her face from the explosion. Her doing the same by bringing your head closer to hers, covering it with her own arm.

If this was your end.

Then you would go together.

The ship shook vigorously. But, luckily, not enough to make you fall onto the hard floor.

People swore at the collision.

Wade crying, "Ah! My taco!" When the shaking had caused him to drop it.

"Fuck your taco. Luckily I reinforced the ship, that blast could have easily killed us if not," Rocket said, offhandedly.

But that was all background noise to you, and everyone else on the spaceship.

Too busy looking out the window.

"Oh my, God," Natasha breathed, at the sight before her.

"It's beautiful." You finished in the same voice. Unable to tear your eyes away from the sky before you. Along with coloured, smokey, gas-clouds, swimming in the open space.

The "sun" was no longer there. And in its wake. Millions upon millions of stars lit up the sky, dancing to a tune you could not hear, but you felt almost as if they were thanking you.

Looking over at Natasha, you saw the many emotions shining in her eyes. Relief, gratitude, freedom, peace. But most of all, you saw pure love.

Unable to hold yourself back, it's not like you would even try to anyway, you pressed your lips against hers, in a celebratory kiss.

Yeah.

You would never get enough of this.

"There must be so many new galaxies out there," Tony said.

"Well, they were always there," Rocket said in his gruff voice, "We can just see them from here now."

"Not just that," Strange spoke.

"What?" The raccoon asked.

"The soul stone has caused so much destruction and death since it was first created," he began, "Now, with its own destruction. It has given life from what it has taken."

"English, Strange."

The wizard sighed at you. "There are more stars in the sky. Ones unknown and unnamed. New planets. Maybe even galaxies. It's safe to assume there's life to go along with them."

"You mean..."

"Yes." He nodded at the raccoon. "You have many more planets to visit."

"Maybe try not to steal from them," you said, "They were only born two minutes ago."

Everyone laughed as your furry little friend flipped you off.

"For all we know," Strange said.

"You couldn't let me just have one joke, could you?"

"Not at all."

***

"So, Strangey-Boy," you gained the man's attention once you were back on solid ground, stopping him from walking too far away. As Natasha ran over to envelop Carol, Maria, and Pepper in a bone-crushing hug, "Is this the end of the journey?"

He took a deep breath, looking around at the green scenery all around. Looking like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. But then again. So did everyone. You sure felt like the weight of the world was finally off of yours.

Nodding, he said, "This one. Yes."

Strange held out a hand for you to shake, his cape flowing behind him.

"It was nice working with you, Y/L/N."

"You too," you said with sincerity, as you shook his offered hand. Surprising the greying man by pulling him in for a hug, only for you to whisper in his ear, "Thank you, you cryptic bastard."

You pulled away from the embrace, his laughs causing a chuckle to be brought out of you.

"Y/N?!"

Looking over, you spotted Natasha there, waiting for you. A bright smile on her face. And Tony not too far behind her, arms wrapped around his wife. The slight twitch of her head, indicating her silent ask, for you to follow her.

"Seriously. Thank you. And thank your mysterious friend, too."

With a nod and a smile from Strange. You were off.

Following Natasha wherever she so wished to go.

Walking towards the start of your new life.

***

(Two years later)

The soft thumping of your heartbeat calmed Natasha into a relaxed state. Head on your chest, hand over your heart, and curled into your side. She couldn't think of a better way to spend a day, than with you.

You had been relaxing in bed for most of the day. Only leaving it when one of you needed the bathroom, or to get food and drinks.

"What are you thinking?" you asked, with your eye's blinking heavily as you watched some TV show play.

Natasha hummed, the hand that was laying on your chest, previously stroking her fingertips on your chest, splayed and rubbed the body under it. She blinked open her eyes, spotting the perfect ring upon her finger. The one you had given her over half a year ago. A smile tugging on her lips at the sight.

"I'm thinking about how lucky I am."

"What?" You smiled, looking down at your beautiful fiance. "For this day off?"

"No. For you, you idiot."

"Oh, wow. Is that any way to speak to your fiance? To the love of your life? Your soulmate?"

"Shut up!" Natasha giggled, slapping at your chest. Which only made you grab her hand, running your thumb over the top of her palm, " I love you so much," she continued. Voice warm and full of adoration, "I can't believe I actually get the chance to spend my life with you. It's all I've ever dreamed of, ever since the day I met you."

The smile on your face turned soft as she spoke, delivering a gentle, loving kiss to her lips, you said, "Gross."

"You're a dick."

"I love you, too."

"As you should, I'm pretty fucking great."

A laugh burst from your chest, thankful for the woman in your arms. Excitement resting in your chest. At the thought of getting to spend the rest of your lives together. Even with everything that happened for you to get to this point, you were thankful. And if it meant it. You would do it over and over again, in a heartbeat. Just to get to this point.

The journey hadn't ended, the day you got back from Vormir. It was only the beginning.

You finally had your soulmate back.

And you were never gonna let her go, again.

***

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You’re Not Alone

Summary: Angst story where Reader and Emily make a discovery after getting into an argument

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x reader (no gender is identified but it is stated that the reader is lgbtq+ and with Emily)

Request: @millipop18 this one

Warnings: Cursing | Arguments | Talk of homophobia

Wordcount: 1.5K

Masterlist

64. “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.

67. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“No, I don’t think that.” You’re defensive, and rightfully so. You fucked up and the evidence is written all over Emily’s face, you didn’t mean to hurt her. She damn near snapped on the spot right after you said it. You tried to defend yourself but of course Emily has a point, she always has a point.

“Why did you say that?” She doesn’t sound angry, she kind of sounds hurt.

“I said it without thinking, I didn’t mean it like that.” You and Em randomly decided you wanted to get tacos from the new place down the block after work. Everything was going fine until you ran into Matt Simmons and one of his kids. No idea which one it was, he has a shit ton.

“Well,” She trails quietly. “Did you mean it?” She stops what she’s doing and turns around to face you. Her dark eyes are pouring into your soul and its actually really intimidating to see. “Did you?” She repeats when you don’t answer.

“Did I what?” You’re distracted, you knew you shouldn’t have said that in front of her. Or at all for that matter of fact because it was so unlike you.

She puts down her phone and stiffens her expression. “Did you mean what you said?” Your mouth opens and closes without anything coming out. She scuffs and brushes past you; hitting your shoulder in the process. Shit y/n think! You stand there for a second, fidgeting with your fingers, and trying to find the right words. “Its a simple question, really.” She’s wearing her monotone voice and clenching her jaw.

“No...” You whisper like you’re afraid of your own voice.

Your girlfriend sits on the bench and moves to take her shoes off. “Y/n,” She spits your name out like gum, effectively getting your attention. “When Matt asked me who you were, you interrupted me and said...” She looks to you to finish her sentence but you stay quiet. “Of course.” She mumbles. “You told him, and I quote, “I’m just an old friend visiting the city.” Emily never really “yells” at you but its pretty obvious when she wants to. “What was that?” Her voice is rising. “Friend?!” Her eyes lock on you like prey and this is when you notice her anger is replaced by glistening tears. They’re barely there and Emily wouldn’t dare let them fall. As quick as you notice them, they’re gone again. Emily Prentiss does not cry.

“Em...I-” You’re anxiously clinching the collar of your shirt while trying to get the words out.

“You told him you were my friend...” She looks back down in defeat and it breaks your heart a little. You hear her sniffle and it just adds to the sadness building in your heart. When she looks at you again, her eyes are clear and her face is basically emotionless.

“Emily, baby, I am so sorry.” You sit beside her and gently lay your hand on hers.

She turns to you and asks, “Why?” That’s all she says.

Excuse me? Is what you wanted to say out of sheer shock. Obviously you said this instead: “I don’t know, Em. It just came out.”

“Right,” She nods to herself and then stands in front of you. “Y/n you and I both know this is very unlike you. I mean you’ve hesitated before when it came to telling people we’re dating but I-”

“Woah, when have I ever hesitated to tell people we were dating?” That one really threw you for a loop.

And she looks surprised that you even said anything. “Point being, I can’t help you if you don’t help me.”

The word “huh” was on the tip of your lips but you pushed it back. “Em, I’m okay.” You place your hand over your heart while speaking. “You’re the one who...” Your through suddenly feels dry.

“The one who’s...what? Upset?” You almost want to nod at that but decide against it. “But I’m not the one who said we were just friends.” Why is she talking to me like a unit chief? “And despite my current feelings, I know you.”

You swallow that information like a lump in your throat. “I’m okay.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “No, you are not and I’d like to know why?” Is this what Reid feels like when the team talks to him? I feel like a child during a negotiation. Confused. You were just about to defend yourself when she spoke again. “Is this about your family?” As your expression, she moves on. “Do you not like Matt? Would you prefer it if our relationship was more private?” She pauses before asking the next one. “Is this about me?”

“What? No! Jesus Em I have nothing against you or us.” Its like the more emotional you get, the more neutral her face becomes.

“Then what is it y/n/n?” She takes your hands in hers. “What. Is. It?”

“I fucked up, I realized that as soon as I said it.”

She lets out another puff of air. “God what is up with you today? You never keep stuff from me. You’re the one who made this stupid rule about always telling the truth even if its undesirable and boring.” Gezz I didn’t think it was that bad of a rule. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“Oh here we go again with the bullshit. Don’t fucking profile me, Emily.” You stand and head to the kitchen. “Don’t open that box.” As you reach towards the refrigerator handle, her hand stops you.

“What happened?” She’s practically begging you to answer her.

You give in. “I got a call yesterday. I thought I recognized the number but when I picked up the phone the voice sounded fake. Like it was run through an app. They said I should be more careful about flaunting my sexuality.” The words spilled out so quickly you didn’t know how to stop them.

She was stunned, mouth ajar.“I had no idea. When did this happen?”

“Last night. I didn’t really care at first because I thought it was one of my old friends, exes, or something like that. It wasn’t until we were out that it felt like we were being followed. So when we saw Matt I panicked.” The apartment is filled with complete and suffocating silence. Em is looking at you like she suddenly has no idea who you are. “Em...” You take a step to her while she takes one back. “Baby...come on.” She don’t respond, or move, speak, nothing. “Talk to me Em, please.” Nothing. “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

You haven’t seen her look this concerned since the time you ran smack dead into a wall in the middle of the night. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice is so quiet.

“Because I can handle myself, I was fine up until a few hours ago. It freaked me out. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You step to her and wrap your arms around her waist. “I just couldn’t tell you.”

“Yes, you could have. You’re not alone anymore y/n/n. You have to tell me about this stuff. You’re not the only one affected by it.”

“Shit. Babe I’m sorry I didn’t think about it like that.”

She strokes a piece of your hair near your forehead. “Its okay. I’m more upset with myself for not noticing sooner. I do this kind of stuff as a living, you’d think it come natural.”

You pull her flush against you. “I really fucked up this time.”

She laughs at that. “You did, but don’t worry. Tomorrow you will come to work with me and I’ll have my team look into it. For now,” she kisses the top of your head. “You should eat and then tap out for the night. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.”

You give her a confused expression. “What do you mean?”

“First we’ll have to go over that call with Garcia, consult with Reid on the wording, hire Derek as a body guard, come out to the entire team about our relationship, and of course we’ll have to get a dog.”

“I like the dog part.” As if on queue Sergio comes out of the bedroom and sits at your feet. “Sergio’s kind of boring.” Despite whispering the last part, Sergio still meows at it.

Em untangles herself from you to pick up her cat. “Y/n doesn’t mean it Serg.”

You lean in to the cat’s small ear. “Yeah I do.”

“Come on babe, lets double check the locks.” The brunette and her cat leave the kitchen to cover your ass.

When she comes back, she’s empty handed. “Where’s the feline?”

“My arms are only for you.” She opens her arms for you.

You walk into the embrace and god does it feel good. After a moment of pure bless you speak. “I’m scared, E.”

“We’re gonna be okay.” She pulls you even closer. “You’re gonna be okay.”

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shannygoatgruff · 3 years

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Only Fan(s) - A Thriller

Genre: Thriller

Pairing: Modern Ivar/OC

Warning: Language, sex, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, sexual assault

Rating: MA+18

Summary: Sometimes OnlyFans subscribers want a little more than internet pictures. Sometimes they want to be your ONLY fan…

Header by: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Thanks to @xbellaxcarolinax for being my beta.

Disclaimer: This story will deal with some topics that might be a little uncomfortable for some people. As always, I’ll try to tackle the hard stuff as tactfully as possible.

a/n: I wrote this months ago and let it sit on the shelf. I’m finally ready to dust it off and give it another go...so let’s see what it do...

Part iii - Trifecta

Torren Sykes hadn’t lived what anyone would consider an exciting life. In fact, in her twenty-three years, she had only just left her mom’s double-wide trailer in East Bumble Fuck less than a year ago. Not quite 365 days later, she still didn’t have a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of.

Truthfully, she usually didn’t know where she would be getting her next meal - that sort of thing wasn’t really a big deal to her. She actually liked the mystery of it all. There was something undeniably sexy about not knowing what the day would bring - who she would run into, or have to take something off of to survive. If someone else had to get hurt so she could make it through another day, such was life. She’d won. Those other people just needed to be better at playing the fucking game, plain and simple.

Besides, pulling a caper or two kept her on her toes. She learned how to pull off the best of them from her mother. It’s not like adulting was one of Leslie’s strong suits.

If only her mother had been more like her Me-Maw, now that woman was a saint. For reasons that Torren never cared to ask, she lived with her Me-Maw until she was five years old. Leslie would periodically visit her to drop off the obligatory present on Christmas or her birthday if that bitch remembered. Not that they were ever good presents – just some cheap ass, unwrapped items she happened to pick up at the dollar store. Torren couldn't remember a gift that she had received wasn't still in the plastic bag with the receipt in it.

Cheap, whore.

Just once she would have liked a real baby doll from Toys-R-Us, instead of those cheap, hard, plastic dolls that the hand molds weren't cut out evenly, and the jagged edges cut the shit out of her face when she tried to sleep with it. But, that was Leslie. Torren didn't choose her; Leslie sure as shit didn't choose her daughter.

It became painfully clear to Torren that her mother didn’t want anything to do with her after her Me-Maw died. Unfortunately, she found herself as her mother’s unwitting roommate at a very young age, forcing the girl to spend a lot of time alone.

By the time she turned nine, Torren was convinced that her mother was a prostitute and she was a trick baby. It was the only explanation she could come up with seeing as how her mother never worked but always had enough money to pay the rent, keep the lights on, and have plenty of booze, chips, and hot dogs in the fridge.

Not that Torren had many other life experiences with a working parent to compare her situation to, but it just seemed pretty fucking difficult to have a job if one were passed out drunk all the fucking time. Besides, who had time to work when during your waking hours you were spending them with one of your many, many boyfriends?

Torren used to wonder if one of the multitudes of men that would traipse in and out of that trailer were her father - but the more she got to know what type of person Leslie was, the more she realized that whoever that guy was, had gotten the hell out of dodge.

Lucky son-of-a-bitch.

But for all of Leslie’s flaws, she did manage to impart her three philosophies of life onto her daughter - the three things that Torren still lived by to this day. It was the least she could do. God knows that whore sure as fuck didn’t do anything else for her.

Mama’s Life Lessons #1 - There is no such thing as too much black eyeliner

As trivial as it sounded, it proved to be a precious lesson. Shortly after she had moved into the trailer, Leslie had forced Torren to sit on the bed and watch as she got ready for another one of her "dates". She had told the little girl that beautiful eyes were the one good gene that ran in their family. “You got to learn how to work ‘em,” Leslie exhaled a long plume of smoke at her reflection in the vanity mirror, “You listenin'? This's important. This right here," she held up the black liner pencil, “is gonna be your best friend.”

Of course, Torren had no idea what she meant. How was a pencil going to her friend? She didn’t really care so much as what her mother was saying to her at the moment, it was more of the fact that she was actually talking to her that made Torren hang on to every word.

That’s why she picked up the black liner pencil from her mother's cluttered vanity table and leaned over to look in the mirror. She tried tracing her bottom lid, the way her mother had done, but at six it was a little easier said than done. She had just learned how to color inside the lines with a fat crayon; mastering the art of applying liner would have to wait a few more years.

Leslie, however, was not willing to wait that long, "What the hell's amatta wit'chu, Dumbass? You doin' it all wrong," she said snatching the pencil from the girl's hand. Grabbing Torren roughly by the chin she said, "Gotta teach you every goddamn thing. Hold still." She mumbled more curses and said something about her good-for-nothing mother not teaching her brat anything useful.

By the time she had finished cursing her name, Leslie roughly turned her daughter's head toward the mirror, "Yeah you got those eyes. Now, learn to use ‘em.” Leslie dropped the pencil onto the vanity before picking up her drink and shooing Torren away.

That was the day that Drew Watkins bought her an ice cream. It had to be the eyeliner. It was a true fact, not just another one of her mother's drunken theories. Eyeliner and her eyes...she didn’t know how she used them, but they worked.

From that day on Torren opted to never step foot outside without heavy black liner again.

Mama’s Life Lessons #2 - As long as there are men around that want to fuck you, you will never need to work

It wasn’t like she going to go out and get a real job. She wasn’t raised with much of a work ethic. She was too young to remember if her Me-Maw worked and what she gathered from her mother was that there would always be men around to take care of her.

Leslie told her that she didn’t need to work because working a man was a full-time job. If she were doing that right, she wouldn’t have time for a fucking 9-5. It didn’t matter if he was in a relationship, gay, or the fucking Pope. As long as he a dick and she could bend over, and her eyes were done, her rent was as good as paid.

If she wanted more than just the basic bills paid, she would have to rethink what all she was willing to do - but just make sure she didn’t do too much otherwise she couldn’t guarantee a steady paycheck every week.

This sage advice didn’t make much sense to 8-year-old Torren, but as the years progressed she started to work it into one of her life’s mottos. She would never want for anything. She could always rely on the kindness of strangers and when that got to be too boring, she could always take it, just to spice things up a bit.

Mama’s Life Lessons #3 - If you want something do whatever it takes to make sure you get it

As a child that grew up with the television as a babysitter, Torren Sykes knew that she was destined to love Ivar “Lothbrok” Ragnarsson since she was a little girl. Ever since that day she turned on the TV and saw this adorable blue-eyed boy drawing Mickey Mouse ears saying, “I’m Ivar Lothbrok and you’re watching the Disney Channel,” she knew that he had to be hers.

He was co-starring on a show called The Baker Boys, about three foster kids, who had come to live with a family that owned a bakery. Ivar’s character was named Simon Baker - a mischievous kid that lived with his grandmother until she died and never felt like he fit in with this cookie-cutter family.

His life was just like hers - minus the cookie-cutter family that loved him and all. She was actually with more of an alcoholic whore that didn’t give a shit if she lived or died, and not pulling stunts in a bakery with flour and messing up orders like him, but she still saw them as kindred spirits.

When the show got canceled she was devastated. How dare the world try to keep her from her man? Didn’t they understand this was love? Didn’t those people at Disneyland know that he was the only person in the world that understood her?

As if on queue, she happened to find the Season 2 DVD box-set at the library one afternoon. Her mother had kicked her out of the trailer because she had a date and couldn’t have the dumbass child around fucking things up for her. Torren had nothing else to do - at 11-years-old, she had no money, and nowhere to go. At least the library was air-conditioned.

She wanted that box-set. Slipping it into her backpack unnoticed was the easy part. Trying to get it past the alarms would be harder. She watched for a while, paying particular attention to the way the check-out system worked.

When the librarians changed shifts, she let a smile cross her lips as she picked a few random books from the shelves.

Her beautiful eyes went as big as saucers when the alarm buzzed, and the young male librarian looked down at her, still clutching the large reference book to her check. Carefully she had stepped across to the other side of the alarm sensor waiting to collect the books she was checking out.

“I’m sorry, you can’t check out reference books,” the young man said, blinking his hazel eyes at Torren, the corner of his lip tugging into a smile.

She let a pout fall on her lips as she lowered her large eyes down to the book in her arms, “Oh...sorry.” She handed the book back, “I didn’t realize I still had it.” And like that, she walked out of the library with her prize.

She had stolen for Ivar...now if that wasn’t love what was?

The only thing that had threatened their love through the years is when Ivar got married. It damn near broke Torren’s heart. How could he be so cruel? She didn’t give a fuck that the marriage was short-lived. She even understood why he had to do it. He had gotten that bitch pregnant, and he didn’t have much choice. But, he cut her deep.

Didn’t he know how much she loved him? Didn’t he know that she stuck by him when he had joined 6cess and had seen him in concert 3 times? She still had the autographed photo of the two of them from the signing at Spring Hills Mall - when she was wearing that blue midriff cardigan and ripped jeans and he had his arm around her. That shirt brought out the color in his eyes. She even wore Happy, which he said was his favorite perfume. She thought it smelled like Comet, but she stole a bottle of it from Macy’s right before the photo-op to smell good for him.

And he went and pulled this shit?

Besides, Johnny Law said that she was still too young for him and that he could get arrested for being with her. She knew that he had to pretend to have a normal life so that no one would know about their love affair. She was just understanding like that. It gave her time to grow up a little more so that when they could he be together, the law wouldn't be standing in their way. She really didn't give a fuck, but she suspected he did. Why else hadn't he come for her?

Torren didn’t even like their music. She wasn’t a boyband kind of girl, but for him, she would make the exception. She was more of the gangsta rap or heavy metal type girl. But if Ivar was serenading her, she’d listen to sappy, wrist-slitting, emo, shit rock all fucking day long, because she loved him.

She hated that he had gotten that whore pregnant, too. She understood that he had to pretend that they had a normal marriage. She knew that when he was fucking that bitch, he was really imagining it was her. The years apart had made him a master at hiding his true feelings for her. He couldn't give anyone cause for suspicion. If he let on the truth he could risk losing everything…his house, cars, job, and his kid. That whore was trying to keep them apart. But, she was just a small obstacle that posed no real threat to Torren.

She did not doubt that she would be his daughter's new mommy. The kid would probably be sad at first that she wouldn't be with that other woman like Torren had been when her grandmother died. But, the kid would get used to it. Torren was going to be a whole hell of a lot better at being a mom than her piece of shit mother was to her. That was for damn sure. She was going to teach her stepdaughter all about eyeliner, and how to dye her hair.

She was going to teach her what party clothes every woman should have in her wardrobe and how to get a man to do whatever she wanted by just batting her eyes at him. She would even share her secrets on what pills to mix and what dosages to give for submission, making a man catatonic, and if she was really good, she'd teach what to put in a drink to kill someone. Hell, she even planned on giving the child her most discrete drug contacts. That would of course have to wait until she was older – at least 13. She was going to be such a good mommy.

Ivar's daughter was going to love Torren as much as Torren loved him. They were going to be the perfect family.

Torren was as hopelessly devoted to Ivar as he was to her. He had waited for her to become legal. Just months before she was old enough to legally consent to sex, and get married without parental permission, his marriage started falling apart. She knew that Ivar was trying to make a clean break from his wife, and get his daughter used to the idea of them being apart before he could come home to her.

Torren had been thoughtful and respectful enough to give him that space to make sure everything was right before she stepped into the role of the new Mrs. Lothbrok. He had to test the waters, make sure that she still wanted him as much as he wanted her. He had to get back into the swing of things…have sex constantly to make sure he could keep up with her. She knew that "the prude" wasn't doing it nearly as often as he needed to - why else would he have an Only Fans page?

Torren was the only one that could feed his appetite, and he hers.

Now, they were both finally ready. She was mature and developed. She knew what she needed, and it was him. He had his fun before her, but now he was auditioning again and getting everything back on track for them. He had a great relationship with his daughter and his dumb ass ex-wife finally understood that their relationship was a fling that went too far.

His face told her everything that her heart already knew. He loved her.

Why else would be looking at her like that? She could feel herself blush when he smiled on Instagram like that into them. Then he gave her that smile. That was her smile; the one that he reserved for her during their private times. Yet, there he was doing it in front of an audience of millions, and he didn't care who saw it. He had to let her know that it was time for her to come home. It was like a sleeper cell being awakened.

She didn't have a choice. She did what any other woman in her position would do. She packed a bag, threw it in the car she stole a few days before and drove. Armed with her trifecta of knowledge and determination, she prepared to face the obstacles that were bound to get in her way. There was nothing that was going to stop her from getting her man.

Nothing.

Part ii || Part iv

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 4 years

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HERE'S THE OFFICIAL ASK BABE, YOU CAN SAVE IT FOR NEXT WEEK BUT HIT ME WITH THE RONNIE GOODNESS. That boy has a serious sweet tooth (fight me it's my own canon) and I want to hear about the VERY MOMENT that it dawned on him that he can eat things off of us whenever he wants. ALLOW ME TO SET THE SCENE. Friday night. The Mandalorian is back for season two and you're both FUCKING STOKED. Ice cream sundaes. You have a little something on the corner of your mouth and he leans in to kiss it away. 💜

A/N: LET ME JUST SAY... THIS FIC GIVES ME ALL THE FUCKIN’ FEELS I COULD POSSIBLY HAVE AND I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH THIS ADORABLE NERD NOW... @millenialcatlady THANK YOU FOR PUTTING THIS NUGGET IN MY HEAD AND THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO RUN WITH WHATEVER I PLEASED AS FAR AS IT ALL GOES! I LOVE YOU MY MUSE AND I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS TAKE ON YOUR AMAZING ASK!🖤

Warnings: food play, pregnancy, pregnant sex, tit sucking, cowgirl style, DIRTY TALK (the good kind), slight breeding kink, stuffing/creampies, Use of the word Daddy but not in the kink way, absolute fluff, absolute smut, just pure marital bliss

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Ronnie: Hey, honey. At the store picking up some things. Anything you want for dinner?

Y/N: Oh, babe, you read my mind. I would love some ice cream, chocolate sauce, cherries, the works… oh, and pickles!

Ronnie: LOL. Okay whatever you and my lil’ pumpkin want. I’ll be home in a little bit.

Y/N: We love you, daddy!

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You put the phone down to adjust your body on the couch, the further along you were getting, the harder it was to feel comfortable, let alone pretty. But Ronnie never failed to make you the happiest woman in the entire world. Always asking what you needed, rubbing every inch of your body when it ached, running baths to soothe you and your growing little one, and fucking you whenever you had the rush to eat him alive.

He always went out and got whatever you needed, even if it meant waking up from a dead sleep at four in the morning all because ‘the baby’ wanted some black olives that seemed to be missing from the pantry. He was so selfless that way and in every way. You thanked whatever entity over and over again that he and you had met at the diner that one day. Both ordering the same cheeseburger and milkshake for lunch, sitting across the way, shooting glances as his mouth devoured the meat like the carnivore he was, and then proceeding to do the same to you in his smart car not even thirty minutes later.

The both of you were inseparable at that point. Loving the same things, watching the same shows, eating the same foods. It was kismet in every single sense of the word and even more so when you found out that a carbon copy of you both was on the way.

You sat there, contemplating the last year, waiting for your knight in shining armor to arrive home with the good stuff, rubbing your protruding belly as your little girl flailed around like the deviant she was.

“I know sweetie,” you whispered to your bump, “daddy will be home in a little while,” glancing up as you heard the key turn in the lock.

“Hey, there ladies,” your grinning husband beamed as he saw you cuddled up on the couch waiting for him, “how’s my favorite girls?” he put the paper sack down and knelt between your legs, pulling your face to him with his large hands, kissing you with the sweetest effort he could muster.

“We’re good daddy,” you grinned, grabbing his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his shaven cheeks, admiring his soft pouted lips, “we missed you today.”

He sighed, bringing his hands to meet your bump, rubbing it to get his daughter’s attention, “I missed you girls too,” bending his head down to meet your clothed skin, kissing the baby, “So. Much.”

A series of flutters hit his hands as your daughter squirmed at his honeyed voice, “I think we’re slightly hungry, huh, baby girl,” he laughed as he felt more kicks pummel his fingers.

“God, yes we are,” you whined as he got up to pick up the sack and bring it to the kitchen, “comin’ right up ladies,” he smiled grabbing the stuff out of the bag and chuckling at your excitement when bringing the jar of dill pickles and a fork your way.

He kissed your forehead after taking the food, “I’m gonna make our sundaes after I get changed, okay honey?”

“Ronnie, I can make the food,” you said struggling to lift your body from your spot.

“Woah there mama,” he pushed you and your pickles back on the plush sofa, “I can do it. How about you queue up the show and put your feet up. I’ll rub ‘em when I sit down.”

“Honey I really wan-,”

“No,” he scolded, “you and my daughter relax while I get the menial tasks done that you shouldn’t bother yourself with. You’re the one doin’ all the hard work after all,” he grinned again, his glasses moving up his perfectly chiseled nose, displaying his precious dimples.

You prayed that your little girl would get those perfect features of his. The ambered eyes, the dark hair, the moles that littered his body. He was too damn perfect.

“Okay honey,” you sat back, balancing the jar on your belly as you shoved one pickle down your throat, rolling your eyes back into your head at the satisfaction of sustenance. He chuckled again, padding upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes as you got your weekly show ready for viewing.

He made his way down after changing into a pair of black joggers, and a grey t-shirt, the sight of him hopping down the stairs causing a warmth to radiate through your pussy. After a few minutes of cabinet opening, and fridge closing, he came into the room armed with the majestic concoctions he’d created for the both of you, grinning ear to ear at the sight of your doe eyes twinkling at the food.

“Babe,” you looked at him, “I love you so much, this looks amazing!”

“I thought you’d like all the fixings,” he grinned even wider, sitting down and handing your special sundae to which you located where the pickle jar had been.

He situated himself with an arm around you, and the sundae on his thigh, lifting the blanket you’d had over him so he could scoot even closer. After some rearranging, you pressed play on the show you’d decided on and devoured your ice cream as if you’d never had any your entire life.

Half an hour in you held the empty bowl, thinking about sitting up to put it on the coffee table. You started to strain up to put it there, when Ronnie noticed your movements before you could even put them to action, “honey, here,” gesturing his large hand to which you placed it in and he did the deed for you.

Sitting back after putting both bowls down, he threw his arm back around your shoulder, and the other to meet your belly, rubbing the spot as you laid your head between his neck. He looked down at the scene before him, smiling and kissing your crown, taking in the jasmine-scented shampoo that emanated from your gorgeous hair. Grinning yet again as he saw his unborn daughter writhe under his touch.

His eyes wandered to your plunging cleavage, where a stream of chocolate sauce had found its home. His eyes widened at the glimmer from it, thinking of how he’d love to cover you head to toe in the mixture and lick every single bit of it from your perfect skin. His loose cock straining in his joggers as he became restless at the thought of bending you over the couch and stuffing you fuller than you already were of him.

“Babe?” you looked up at his lust-blown eyes behind his glasses, “are you okay?” running your hand to brush his painful erection.

“What’s going on?” looking at him with concern, “do you need something?”

“Honey,” he calmly stared into your eyes, “I need to do something,” his lips fell into a pout.

“Okay?” you gestured, “what is it?”

“I need to fuck you,” he matter of factly said, gripping your belly with his hand.

Your lower stomach twisted in a knot, “o-okay babe, that’s fine with me,” you chuckled at his desperation.

“But I need to cover you,” he moved his hand to plunge in between your tits, the motion causing a gasp to leave your mouth, “with chocolate sauce,” he said showing you the amount that had found its way there in the first place.

You were fully on fire at this point, willing to let him cover you in anything he wanted to get him to fuck you good and hard.

“Get the bottle,” you gripped his forearm, pleading him to wreck you.

He jumped from the couch and ran to the kitchen to grab the large bottle of sauce, grinning like a fucking kid in a candy store. In the time he had grabbed it and run back, you were already completely undressed and sat upon the edge of the couch, tits, and belly protruding out as you arched your back towards him.

“Fuck, honey,” he beamed at your changed body, opening the bottle to drip it on your delicate skin, “you look fucking delicious,” watching the cascade of sweetness drip into the crevices of your breasts.

You sat there, completely dazed as your husband painted a mural on your tits, musing as he watched the chocolate cover your engorged peaches.

“Perfect,” he marveled, capping the bottle and setting it on the coffee table. He made quick to remove his shirt, displaying his thick body to which you shuddered at the sight.

“Suck my fuckin’ tits babe,” you mewled, falling to pieces as he brought his lips to your aching buds, sucking the life out of them as he situated himself between your legs kneeling before you on the couch again. His hands caressing your luscious pregnant curves, rubbing the sauce all over his face and your jugs.

“These fuckin’ tits,” he moaned, “they’re gonna be the death of me, honey,” removing his glasses as he devoured them, leaving no trace of chocolate as he finished his work.

He gazed at your blissed-out face, taking in the sounds you made and the way your lips parted as he made you fall apart over his gestures. His hand wandered down to your heat, feeling the wetness seeping out of your weeping cunt for him.

“So fuckin’ delicious,” he groaned, rubbing the skin with his middle finger.

“I want you to ride me, honey,” he begged with golden eyes.

You of course couldn’t resist his puppy dog pleading and made him lay back on the couch like the good boy he was.

“Take your pants of babe,” helping him undo his joggers as his large cock sprung free from its cage. Grabbing it in your soft hands and pumping it as he guided you onto his lap, your juicy thighs straddling either side of him. You let him help you guide your pussy to his tip, settling down as the shaft was covered by your walls as you sank down.

“Fuck, Ronnie,” you whined out, feeling every inch of him touch your fluttering pussy, “you make me feel so damn full babe.”

Undulating your hips on his lap, his hands gripping your sides with a bruising touch, rocking you back and forth on his body.

“Yeah, honey?” he panted, “you like bein’ all full of me don’t you?”

Thrusting up into your cunt, knocking on your tight cervix, releasing a piercing moan from your open mouth.

“Goddammit!” you screamed speeding up your motions, “I fucking love it so much!”

Your tits bouncing at his gyrations, your belly on display, it was almost too much for your poor husband. Your walls began to clench around him, signaling your orgasm, to which he moved his left hand down towards your throbbing clit. Rubbing tight little circles as he watched you unravel in front of him for the millionth time that night.

“That’s it, honey,” he growled, “fucking cum all over my cock. You know you want to.”

Watching your face look down at him, screaming for release, “I wanna cum on your big cock babe!”

“Fuck Y/N,” his eyes went wide as your pussy released its sweet nectar, causing his pulsations to quicken.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he gritted his teeth as you were rag-dolled on his thighs, sweat beading up on his forehead as he watched you grip your aching tits whining and moaning like a whore on his thick cock splitting you in half.

“Stuff me full babe!” you cried out, rubbing your sensitive nipples, as he slammed your hips harder with his. He let out a feral growl as his dick twitched inside you, releasing his potent seed into your sopping hole. He pumped up and down slowly, watching the mixture began to seep out, only to have this bright red cock push it back in with a squelch and a groan.

You both took some deep breaths, stilled in position, still gripping your tits as his hands left your hips to grip your bump, “you girls okay?” coming out of his haze in concern.

“Yes babe,” you laughed moving to get off his lap to be more comfortable, “we’re just fine, I promise,” patting his blushing chest as he tried to control his pulse while helping you get into position. He sat up, grabbing your t-shirt from the ground as well as his, helping you place it back on, kissing every inch of your face and neck as he did so.

“I love you, Y/N,” he grinned, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss as your fingers found his loose strands, pushing them back as your tongues danced over each other.

You pulled off, gazing into the swirl of his ambered eyes, still petting the baby hairs that had stuck to his face, “I love you too babe.”

At that moment, your daughter made her presence known again, sandwiched in between your sweat covered bodies. Ronnie brought his large hand to meet your over your belly, “she’s gonna be mad at us all night now, huh?” he laughed, rubbing on the spot where her little foot was poking in and out.

“Ya,” you agreed, “I’m gonna be up all night with her I think,” putting your other hand over his and kissing his cheek as you both sat back into the embrace of the couch.

Leaning down to press his lips to your bump, “pumpkin you’d better not give your mama any grief tonight,” he pecked a few times, rubbing his thumb over the flutters erupting, “she needs to sleep just as much as you do baby girl.”

Your hands rubbed the back of his head as he nuzzled on your belly, cradling it as he shushed your squirming little one. The sounds of his hushing lulling you to sleep in the light of the tv playing the show you’d both been neglecting.

After a few minutes of rubbing and cooing, he lifted his head to look at your sleeping form, admiring the way your face looked so peaceful in the white light of the tv. He kissed your forehead, gripping under your knees and back, lifting your dead weight into his hulking body. He sauntered up the stairs, carefully moving you out of the way of sharp objects and corners as he found your shared bedroom. He placed you gently on the bed, making sure you were on your side, and grabbed the body pillow you’d worn out over the last few months of its purchase.

He placed it just so it supported the baby, and your aching body, watching as you closed in on its plushness, sighing in relief when you’d relaxed on it. He stared in the dim light of your bedside lamp in total adoration of you, noticing the baby moving in your body as you quietly snored.

He bent down once more to kiss the appendage poking out, “go to sleep baby girl,” he whispered on your skin, “mama and I love you to the moon and back, pumpkin,” kissing it again and then moving up to you.

“Goodnight honey,” he whispered into your ear, kissing it at softly as he possibly could, “I love you more than life itself.”

He switched the lamp off, and slid into his side of the bed, enveloping himself around you, cradling his baby. Letting out a heavy sigh as he let the sweet sounds of your snores lull him to sleep.

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I. AM. A. FUCKIN’. PUDDLE.

IF ANYONE NEEDS ME IM BURYING MYSELF ALIVE BECAUSE IVE DIED OVER THIS ONESHOT. I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH.

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

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mypersonmyg · 4 years

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ready player 2 | kth

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff

rating: pg

wc: 1.1k

warnings: n/a

summary: you don’t know why you need all these tokens OR taehyung shows his true colors

a/n: omfg it took me like 20 mins to get the banner to download skjdnfkjd;vberbhdsk

prompt 20. T - Token. Person A gives person B and/or C+ something of theirs. Or arcade tokens. Or both??

november drabbles masterlist

main masterlist

“Here you are,” Taehyung passes a cup, the slight slosh of tokens ringing in your canals, already overwhelmed with pings, dings, and screams with every turn. You glance the contents, plastic nearly threatening overflow, your wrist already being worked desperately under metallic weight.

“Why do I need this many tokens? Do you think I’m gonna need this many replays?” Taehyung chuckles at your manner of defense, taking your hand to drag over to a vacant display. You recognize the figures, now moved on to bigger and better systems, though Taehyung seems to believe this system reigns supreme.

“No, you dork, the more we win the better our prizes.” He nimbly slots two tokens, your eyes bulging in absurdity at the overpriced novelty. You wager your cup won’t reach as far as your thoughts intended upon initial consumption. “I’ll go first, this one is single player.”

You gracefully step to the side, screen in full view as characters are chosen and prepared for combat. You’re prepared to cheer Taehyung to victory, sure your presence will be only a trace of what lines the minds of patrons passing and yelling in passionate fits. Your eyes are aglow with the flash of rapid play, this place filled to the brim with machines much the same, like the strobe of a club without the sensual rub of bodies.

The tell-tale jingle of the game before you chirps and you ready for the strategic press of buttons that you’re sure Taehyung possesses. This isn’t his first time, his eagerness to allow you to a special haunt telling enough that his frequent dates ages before your introductions.

You’re taken aback when mash of buttons assasults your eyes, strategy all but lost and Taehyung’s win merely dumb luck as his fingers slam to the machine in repeated offense. You flinch with the aggressive nature in his lack of technique, though his smile wide and confident encourages the cheer that had previously died on your lips.

The duration of the game doesn’t last much more before Taehyung’s avatar is crushed to pieces, earlier confidence knocked with the final blow, smile turning into an annoyed glare at the screen with flashing continuation ,urging another try.

“Damn, you almost had it,” You lament, glancing for an escape from the brutal gameplay for which you bore witness. “Maybe we could go and try the skeeball machine, I haven’t played in years.”

“In a sec, please? I wanna beat this game, I know I can do it, I mean I used to be a pro.” Taehyung urges with the pout of a puppy, well aware that there’s no avenue in which you’ll steer him wrong. With a sigh you plop two more tokens, peeking at the regenerated screen to watch his play once again.

You debate advice contrary to his chosen style, but the determined pull of his cheeks and angered pucker of his lips holds you in place, only to offer hopeful smiles when your muscles aren’t contorted in reaction.

It’s the fourth game, Taehyung still without win, that your boyfriend turns to you with note to the slump in your posture. You attempt to fix your deflated stance before he catches wind but when you fall short he glances to the unoccupied skeeball machine with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, let’s go play skee ball. I guess I’ve just lost my touch.” He leads you to the enticing display, signs of the taunt daring you to step forth with all you’ve got. Taehyung slides in the tokens, stepping aside to allow you the spotlight. “Show me what you’ve got.”

You step up, balls flowing toward you, easily scooped up by suddenly clammy hands. You’re unsure if it’s competitive nature or the gaze you feel piercing from behind, but you force the twitch in your posture to still, tongue poking as you roll your first ball up the narrow alley, watching it fall to the metaphorical gutter with a disappointed sigh.

“Ugh, I’m worse than I remember.” You laugh it off, lapping up another ball, ready for the kill. Before you’ve the chance to follow through you’re met with the surprise of hands at your waist.

“You’re just nervous. Relax, baby,” Taehyung hums in your ear. As if his words are queue, your shoulders seem to collapse, breath evening whilst your eyes lock on target. “There we go.”

Taehyung steps away and you easily take your next shot, the ball sinking into the most difficult hole. You turn to Taehyung who’s already smiling with adoration, a wink sent your way. After his spot of encouragement you sink shot after shot, the game coming out in your favor and your arms wrapping around Taehyung who twirls you on the spot.

“I did it!”

“You did, I knew you could. You wanna go again? Or we could try another game, I saw a shooting one over in the corner if you wanna--”

“It’s your turn.” You point back towards his earlier defeat, Taehyung shaking his head with adamance. “Yes! You helped me win, so now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

“You’ve got some tips for me?” His voice pitches, surprised that you were paying much attention to his game given your earlier stupor.

“Babe, I can’t believe I’m saying this, I’m truly appalled, but you’re a button masher.” You say the words incredulously, Taehyung’s brows crinkling at the observation. “You smash ‘em like ants on a picnic table and it’s not workin’ for ya.”

“Are you really critiquing my playing style right now? Fine, let’s see you do it.”

“Gladly!” You waltz to the machine, still clear from earlier attempts tokens slipping in like routine. “Now, you have to actually watch what your opponent is doing, use strategy instead of just mashing keys and hoping it turns out in your favor.”

Your fingers are cracked with a hint of arrogance before placed strategically along the buttons. You follow the beats of the jingle, waiting for the fade in before your fingers move effortlessly, watching the dips and dives of your computer opponent. Unlike Taehyung, you end the game in minutes, victory tearing across the screen in bold letters.

“See?” You turn to a wide eyed, slack jawed boy, a kiss placed to his cheek with a giggle.

“Is it possible to fall even more in love with you? Cause I think I just did,” He grins, tickets spilling from the machine. “If you can do that about a hundred more times I think we’ll have enough tickets for an inflatable guitar or maybe even a harmonica!”

“You’re ridiculous, you try it.” You attempt to shove him forward, but he readily declines holding you in position. “Tae, you said you wanted to win and I’m trying to help you win!”

“Well now I just wanna watch you win over and over again. Besides, once a button masher, always a button masher.”

“Taeh--”

“Once a button masher, always a button masher!” He insists, slotting in tokens, “Now get going, I really want that harmonica!”

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sorry-but-we-have-moved · 4 years

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🌟✨𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽✨🌟

Hi and welcome! I’m Lillian, and this is my main blog. I used to run @j00nkr4t before it was flagged for sensitive media (i protested the NSFW ban). Since my older blog represents a time when i was much more bigoted, and i’ve grown as a person, i opted for a fresh start. With that out of the way...

🛑 D O N O T I N T E R A C T with me if you are: 🛑

Under 18

MAP/Pear/pedophile

MAGA/Trump supporter

Anti-BLM

LGBTQIA+ exclusionist

Aphobic

Terf/Truscum/Transmed/Transphobic

Pro-life

Fatphobic

Pro-Blue Lives Matter

Panphobic

Proana/thinspo/meanspo

LGB/Trans-exclusionist/THAT kind of radfem

Enbyphobic/Non binary exclusionist

Pro Autism Speaks

Ableist

Anti MOGAI

Some stuff about me (I’ll try and update this as regularly as possible. Bigger sections separate blog info from personal info):

⚪ Anon? ⚪

I never go on anon to be honest. I’m gonna say what i say and show that it’s me saying it. However, i allow anon asks, so if you’re a little shy or whatever go ahead!

🎂 Birthday 🎂

March 11, 1996.

🐱 Cats or dogs? 🐶

😻 Cats! I love dogs too (Huskies especially!), but i’m a certified crazy cat lady. Currently caring for a calico, her name is Fornia. Like California. (’cause we live here)

🟪 Discord/Twitch 🟢

🄰🄽-🄸🄶🄼🄰 #2173

In addition i run a couple discord servers, Memescene and ArticleArchive.

ArticleArchive: https://discord.gg/z6jtvhKQRA - For educational purposes. We archive images and articles from Wikipedia, Wikimedia, and other sources to compile free information for people in studies. - Subjects like LGBT+, biology, topography, world cuisine and more are discussed and archived! 13+ MemeScene: https://discord.gg/nY4EpSe - Purely for sharing, creating and consuming meme media. Was started on April Fool’s day 2019 and has gained a small following! 13+ MyMOGAI: https://discord.gg/Y54C3Pae25 - I’ve recently started a new blog, @my-mogai, which aims to represent little-known or little-supported branches of the LGBTQIA+ community, while also giving fandoms a boost of inclusiveness. 18+

https://www.twitch.tv/zourcherri

🎬 Favorite Film Genres? 🎬

Horror, Animation, Sci-Fi, Paranormal and some Romance and Comedy. Oh, and be sure to recommend me any good Musicals you find as well!

👾 Favorite Games? 👾

Terraria Final Fantasy 12 Borderlands 2/PreSequel Team Fortress 2 Nier: Automata Kingdom Hearts 1 SimCity

🐾 Furry? 🐾

🐾 Furry, 100%! (And it doesn’t mean i want to do anything inherently s*xual or gross. It just means i really like anthro character designs!) I have alot of furry OCs as well, which i’ll eventually get around to introducing.

🎮 Game Fandoms? 🎮

Borderlands, Animal Crossing, Kingdom Hearts, Nier, Final Fantasy, Gex, Monster Hunter, Terraria, Halo, Crash Bandicoot, Driver, Telltale, Team Fortress 2, Portal, Rhythm Heaven, Ace Attorney, Gosh there’s alot of ‘em to name here. I also love to discuss game lore, so feel free to send asks or DMs related to that stuff!

Hobbies

🎨 Art - Some traditional, but mostly digital and 3D. - I now have two side blogs i use, specially made for posting artwork and sharing other’s art. (l3m0n-l4dy, strawberry-scented-psx-logo) 🍴 Cooking - Started small, but now i have over 50+ original recipes. I’ll share one every now and then. - I’ll also share cooking tips and hacks. 🔊 Micspam - Be careful if you use Discord servers like Fortnite, Rainbow Six Siege, Valorant, PUBG/PUBG Mobile or Black Ops; i frequent these. I’ll post compilations of my micspam escapades from time to time. - I’ve also recently begun doing audio mashups and edits. 📷 Photography - I take out a digital camera sometimes to snap a pic of something outside i find neat, film some clouds, or take photos of animals. 📄 Writing - Another hobby i’m insecure about. I have a ton of drafts i add onto and add onto, but hardly ever share with anyone. Hopefully soon, i will. - I recently started an AO3 account, so this is picking up some steam at least.

📝 Nicknames? 📝

I’ve decided to start going by Cherri/Anigma.

But you can also call me Crystal, Krystal, or cry/krystie.

💞 My Besties 💞

Let me know if you want added to/removed from this list!

@kamkairo @handsome-jackoff @silverdashipper @angiethewitch @rust-4-life @gofficangel @of-faunsandyellowflowers @moniiirose @redback-phoenix-the-raptor @ginger-the-espeon @handsome-jackoff @michellespenscratchz @trans-bloblobber

💌 My Favorite Blogs! 💌

Let me know if you want added to/removed from this list!

@snowysaur @dp2282 @fairy-space @shitposts-from-the-borderlands @politijohn @p4radox99 @cort3d @handsomepeacock @mens-rights-activia @sleepypotatostudio @captainshivers @holographicai @bastardfrog27 @97tysons-trans-rat-emporium @fairy-space @mspareader @yinx1 @thecutestdinosaur

💕 Partner 💕

@p0rtalmadness is everything to me. I feel what a puppy feels when their human comes home to them with you. Love you, want you, need you. All the way.

We’re an open relationship, but we normally don’t bring it up until both sides are comfortable!

🕚 Queue 🕚

I didn’t use the queue that much until recently. It works, but i have to fight the queue menu sometimes to get it to work properly lol. Expect some posts and reblogs to be automatically posted from 3 - 7 AM, or 1 - 9 PM. There may be a few odd-hour posts here and there.

Sexuality

Pan all the way!

Side Blogs:

@strawberry-scented-psx-logo (Stims) @lime-psx-logo (Games) @l3m0n-l4dy (Fandoms)

...In closing...

Content posted is highly inconsistent, and a majority is just reblogs. In order to navigate my original works, use my URLs as tags.

Right now, i don’t have submissions enabled (on strawberry i do, just not this blog). I just don’t see what COULD be submitted as content. But, if i figure out something in the future, then you’ll see the option appear on my blog.

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what-is-your-plan-today · 4 years

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Riding High Ch 17: Welcome To Miami

Chapter Summary: Frank, Fliss and the Circle Of Truth take a Road Trip….

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW) No under 18s!!!

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: As always, gotta thank @icanfeelastormbrewing for her help and suggestions with this!

Chapter Song: Live Forever by Oasis

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Maybe you're the same as me, we see things they'll never see, you and I are gonna live forever

June 2018

“How’s Fliss?” Gregg asked as Frank leaned back in his chair, hand curled round his bottle of beer.

Frank looked at his friend and took a deep breath “She says she’s ok. I think it’s the waiting that’s the worst. Knowing the board’s been held is one thing, not knowing the outcome….” “I know it’s hard and easy for me to say this but…well, even if he gets out he won’t be allowed anywhere near her. As I explained to her likely hood is he’ll be tagged and on a curfew and movements restricted to the state of Mass.” Gregg took a sip of his drink “And if it isn’t done automatically, through the appeal process I can file for further restrictions as well around him contacting her in any way, shape or form…but I’d be surprised if that isn’t a condition.”

“I know.” Frank said, “And she gets that…I think it’s more anger about the whole thing now you know?” “It sucks.” Gregg nodded “He spent so long abusing her and he’s still managing to do it in a way through all this.” Frank raised his eyebrows and took a drink of his beer, nodding to Jake and Simon as they approached their table.

“I know I don’t need to ask but…” Frank started but Gregg raised a hand.

“You’re right, you don’t.” he said, understanding immediately that Frank was asking him to keep quiet, and he nodded as their two friends arrived at the table. After the greetings they all settled down reaching for a beer from the bucket that sat in the middle of them all, the conversation easy. Frank was happy to see the boys, he hadn’t in a few weeks so he’d grabbed the opportunity for a few beers happily, Fliss and Mary practically shoving him out of the door as they had some girly night in planned with Roberta consisting of popcorn, pizza, facemasks and a Marvel DVD, Fliss and Roberta assuring him whole heartedly they were watching it because it was a good film and not merely to perve on Chris Hemsworth or Evans or whoever the hell the Chris was in this particular one.

Whatever, sweetheart.

“So…” Simon said, looking around the table “Are we still on for a weekend somewhere? 22nd to 24th June?”

They all made noises, and Frank nodded. “Schedules cleared, baby sitter lined up…we just need to decide where we’re going.”

“Well, I got something to suggest to y’all…” Jake grinned “Greg already knows about this, but basically, the Company we’re doing the promotional work for has offered us up to 10 each for the Miami Rocks Concert which runs that weekend....so if you’re interested.”

“Rock music?” Simon looked at him, and Jake shook his head.

“Not just rock.” he said, leaning forward “It’s a combination of tribute acts and the real deal…and there’s different stages each with a different genre, and the main stage which contains the big acts.” “Ok, I’m interested…” Frank leaned forward.

“So the Friday night is a rewind to the 70s, 80s and 90s… headlined by none other than Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince, Mr Will Smith himself…” Frank let out a snort and looked at Simon who had started bopping in his seat, clicking his fingers.

“That finishes about midnight and then Saturday is the big one. You got 5 Seconds of Summer, George Ezra and Liam Gallagher from Oasis headlining that night.” Jake continued “The other stages rage from all sorts. Mo-Town, Indie, Chart, Reggae…and then there’s a party after which continues until early hours, run by Hot Dub Time Machine.”

“Shut the front door!” Simon snorted “Hot Dub?”

Jake nodded.

“Dude I saw him one New Year’s Eve in New York a few years ago.” Simon said “He was brilliant!”

Frank sat and listened as his friends started to discuss the concert in more detail. He had to admit, it sounded like a pretty good idea, and just the distraction Fliss could do with.

“Hate to be the voice of logic…” Simon said. “But if it’s only like three weeks off, wont’ we have trouble getting hotel rooms?”

“Fuck that, I’ll sleep on the back of the truck.” Frank said, causing the rest of them to laugh. “No need Frankie-boi, I work for the Hyatt Group man.” Jake shook his head “Three rooms already reserved out in the Regency, about 10 minutes’ walk if that from Bayfront Park where the concert is…just in case you fancied it. $100 a room for 2 nights, including a late checkout on the Sunday coz, well, we’re gonna need it.”

“Three?” Frank frowned.

“You and Fliss, Simon and Bonnie, and Me and Greg…” “What about Zara and Lisa?” he frowned “I thought this was a couple’s thing, not a boys weekend away…”

“Well it was going to be…” Greg shrugged “But Zara’s away with the kids that weekend, decided to go back to California as her sister is being taken in for a C-section, and of course she has to be there…”

“And it’s Lisa’s idea of hell…” Jake supplied.

“So why don’t we re-arrange?” Simon asked.

“Fuck that!” Jake snorted “I’m got a child and fiancée free pass for the weekend.” “Amen brother!” Gregg hi-fived him.

“But you two can bring your girls, no problem…they’re cool” Jake gestured between Frank and Simon with his beer bottle. “Thanks for your permission…” Frank raised an eyebrow.

****

Naturally, Fliss was over the moon with the promise of a music festival, especially when she looked up the acts that were on. So, when the Friday in question rolled around, after dropping Mary at school, with strict instructions she was to behave herself as Frank WOULD be checking, they set off in Fliss’ jeep, Frank driving as she lounged in the passenger seat, eyes hidden by her aviators, hair pulled into a loose side pony tail as they made the four hour down the coast and across state to Florida, stopping half way for some food at a roadside diner.

Given that Simon and Bonnie weren’t due to arrive until just gone 5 ish, Bonnie having to finish the morning’s classes before she could leave and that Jake and Greg were here having come down the night before, when they had checked in they decided to freshen up and go for a walk, Fliss eager to hit Lincoln Road Mall. They spent a few hours just walking and looking in the shops, eventually finding a Pandora one which Fliss headed into wanting a new charm for her bracelet as a memory of the weekend. She paced the shop eventually settling for a silver palm tree with a small diamond in the middle of the trunk and Frank batted her hand down when she went to pay, instead producing his card. The usual argument about who was paying ensued, which eventually Frank won by telling Fliss that he wanted to be the one that filled that bracelet for her, and she relented, smiling softly. Frank didn’t miss the relieved look on the shop assistant’s face as she finally waved the out of the store.

They met Jake and Greg in a bar not far from the hotel, and they were joined by Bonnie and Simon for a drink before the two girls announced they were heading off to get changed and ready for the evening. Frank left it until about 20 minutes before he needed to be ready and headed up to their room, pulling on one of his infamous hideous Hawaiian shirts which he had brought especially. Fliss looked at him, shaking her head with a fond smile on her face as he innocently asked her what the problem was. She laughed and told him nothing at all, before she gave him a kiss and they headed down to meet the others.

The walk down to the Park took them 10 minutes. Fliss was walking slightly ahead with Bonnie, her braid swinging down her back, gently brushing against the yellow off the shoulder top she was wearing. Her bottom half was dressed in denim shorts, a pair of pink converse boots on her feet. She’d certainly embraced the Festival Vibe, opting for bright colours in honour of the fact they were heading back musically a few decades. They arrived and joined the queue to exchange their tickets for wrists bands which took them about 15 minutes, and then they joined the lines to get through the main gates. That didn’t take long at all and once they were through they followed the crowd before Greg stopped, and looked around.

“We get split up…” “We all got phones!” Jake snorted “What are you, 50?”

“Sorry, force of habit with the kids…” Greg let out a groan as everyone laughed.

“So the main stage is that way…” Jake said, pointing to his left “Right at the back. DJ stage is there, and the other stages are dotted about…anyone got any preference on where we go?” “Other than Will Smith I really wanna to go the 80s stage!” Fliss grinned and Bonnie Hi-Fived her.

“Yeah we got some Duran Duran to dance to.” she agreed. “And Erasure.”

“And Wham.” “And Culture Club….” “Yeah, we get the picture…” Simon rolled his eyes.

“Oh and I want to see the Queen and AC/DC tributes.” Fliss finished.

“Anything else?” Frank looked at her.

“Beer.” she nodded “We need beer.”

“Well we need tokens.” Jake said, “No cash at the bar, tokens only so…the tent is over there…”

They all set off, Fliss and Bonnie hanging behind chatting away, but it wasn’t long before their chatter died down and Frank turned to see that, actually, it hadn’t died down, they’d disappeared. “Where the hell are the girls?” Simon asked, looking round as he realised they were missing.

“Knowing Fliss in some tent getting her face painted…” Frank paused, turning on the spot before he spotted them. Fliss was stood as Bonnie was sat on a stool, having some sort of Festival glitter painted around her temple and eye socket. “Yup, there you go…” Simon followed his gaze and snorted. “Fucking hell…what are they, 8?” “Leave ‘em be.” Frank said fondly “Come on, let’s go get the drinks sorted.”

He waved at Fliss, before pointing to where they were going and she gave him a thumbs up to show she understood, before Bonnie stood up and she sat down. Frank smiled at her face as it lit up and he headed off after Simon.

By the time they had gotten the tokens and ordered beers for them all, the girls still hadn’t joined them, and it didn’t take long to realise why. They were both in a tent which contained 2 electronic dance mats, right in the middle of a very energetic dance off.

“It’s like having a pair of kids…” Simon mumbled the boys stood by the entrance to the tent whilst Frank simply grinned. As they watched Bonnie made a mistake, the mat flashed red, and then another one, before Fliss made one too. The two girls’ foot work was ridiculously fast as the song gathered pace and finally the routine ended. Fliss grinned and hi-fived Bonnie as their scores flashed up, Fliss winning by 60 points.

“Yesss!” she grinned punching the air as Bonnie shook her head and the man handed them both some really tacky bright pink beaded necklaces for taking part.

“Re-match…” Bonnie said, looking at Fliss as they both dropped the necklaces over their heads.

“Maybe later, I’m fucked now…” Fliss said, bending over, hands on her knees as she drew her breath “I need a drink!”

She turned and saw the boys in the doorway, Frank raised an eyebrow and held up the beer and she grinned.

“I knew I bought you for something.” He rolled his eyes and then Greg suggested they head off to the first stage for the start of the 80s Tribute acts. They only intended to stay for a short while but Fliss begged Frank to stay longer, and was backed up by Bonnie as the Duran-Duran band came on. Fliss told Frank if he wanted to go and meet up later he could, but truth be told he didn’t want to. This was as much a weekend for him and her as it was for him and his friends, so with that in mind Simon and Frank both decided to stay with the girls and that they would find the others later.

And Frank was glad of his decision, as about 20 minutes later, when Hungry Like the Wolf started to play, Fliss was bouncing around like a lunatic. He knew it was one of her favourite songs, and seeing her cutting loose was making him a little horny if truth be told. He moved up behind her and grabbed her hips, swaying with her in time to the music as he dropped a kiss to her shoulder, gently singing along as she danced in front of him, occasionally brushing up against the front of his shorts, which was doing nothing to help his current situation.

“Someone’s definitely on the hunt down…” she teased, pushing her ass back into his crotch whilst she turned her head to face him as the song morphed into Rio. He grinned and gave her a kiss.

“Not hunting, I already got you.” “Hmm, yeah you did…” she murmured against his lips.

The continued dancing with one another, Simon and Bonnie doing the same before the 4 of them all decided they were ready for another drink. As fate would have it, they found Greg and Jake already at the bar. They muscled their way in, grabbed another beer and then all turned to head towards one of the tall, standing tables which were dotted around not far from the bar. Frank waited for Fliss as she had ordered a bottle of water too, and the guy serving had forgotten it. When he came back, apologising, Fliss waved him off and thanked him as Frank picked the bottle up and stuck it in his pocket. He reached for Fliss’ hand, and they were making their way over to their friends when suddenly he felt Fliss yell out and she stopped dead. He turned to face her, seeing someone had bumped into her and her beer had spilt all down her top.

“Hey, come on man…” Frank looked at the guy as Fliss pulled her hand out of his to wipe at her top “Be careful huh…” But the man wasn’t looking at him, his eyes were fixed completely on Fliss. “Yes, wouldn’t want an accident now would we, Felicity?” At the sound of her full name Frank instantly knew this had to be someone to do with her ex-husband and he reached out for Fliss as he saw her stiffen and slowly she raised her head to look at the man, her eyes widening and she swallowed.

“Richard.” she spoke softly.

“Fancy seeing you here. Must be nice to be free to do what you want.” “Yeah, well, making up for lost time I suppose…” she said, “I didn’t exactly get a lot of chance to have fun when your brother was beating the shit out of me.”

Her chin raised a little defiantly and Frank felt a surge of pride as she stood up for herself, the anger evident on her face.

“You’re a fucking liar…” Richard said and Frank immediately stepped in.

“Ok that’s enough…” he said sternly, looking at the man “We’re not here for any trouble, we’re just out for a good time with friends, and I’d like to keep it that way. So, if you don’t mind, we’re done here.” he turned to Fliss and slid his arm round her waist, making to steer her away.

“You need to be careful.” Richard spoke to Frank’s retreating back. “Now she’s got her claws into you, you’re done…first sign of trouble she’ll be accusing you of all sorts.”

Frank sighed, he’d tried to be reasonable, but the anger felt like it was bubbling from his feet and he whirled round, placing himself in between the man and Fliss. “Listen, asshole, why don’t you just fuck off?” he spoke, tone laced with venom. “Your brother is a nasty, wife beating, rapist piece of shit.”

At that Richard stepped forward, drawing himself to full height, still a good 3 inches shorter than Frank. His fists balled as he clenched his hands at his side, his mouth curled up into a snarl.

“She’s a liar.” Richard pointed at Fliss, before his attention turned back to Frank. “She lied and because of her, John’s life and career is ruined…” “His life? Ruined?” Frank barked out a laugh “Your brother got nothing more than he deserved, and so will you if you don’t get the fuck outta my face.”

“Frank…” Fliss pleaded with him, pulling on his arm and desperately looking around for help before this descended into a fight. Thankfully, she caught Jake’s eye who hit Greg on the shoulder, who in turn tapped Simon, and the three of them plus Bonnie hastily started to jog over.

“If he was that bad why has he been considered for parole?” Richard shrugged “An appeal his lawyer is convinced he’ll win…” Richard said, taking a step back as the other men approached. “And that’s all because they finally saw through her lies…” Frank made an angry noise but Greg pushed himself in between the two men, patting Frank on the chest.

“Come on buddy…” he said. “Whatever it is, leave it…” Jake went to grab Frank’s arm, but he jerked it out of his grip.

“I’ll tell you this…” Frank said, pointing at Richard “If he gets out, you can tell him from me, he stays the fuck away from my girl, and the rest of my family, you got that? Or I’ll put him in a hospital, see how he likes it.”

“Big man making all the threats huh?” “It ain’t a threat, it’s a god-damned promise.” Frank snarled. Richard gave a snort of a laugh before he allowed his wife to steer him away, shooting one last contemptuous glance at both him and Fliss.

“What the fuck?” Simon turned to Frank, who completely ignored him and moved to where Fliss was stood, her arms wrapped cross her front, hugging herself, Bonnie gently talking to her.

“You ok?” he asked her gently and she gave a nod as he took her in his arms, hugging her tightly, hand falling to the back of her head.

Gregg gave Frank a questioning look, which Frank answered with two words “His brother.” Gregg’s mouth fell open and he gave a nod of understanding.

“Who’s brother?” Jake pressed, “What just happened? I’m so confused.” “To be fair that doesn’t take much…” Frank heard Gregg say which earned him a “Fuck you” in response, and the two men began to bicker as Fliss stepped back from his arms. Frank looked down at her, taking her face in his hands. “You good?”

“Yeah…” she nodded “You shouldn’t have risen to him.” “Probably not.” he shrugged “But I’m not having that piece of shit or anyone associated with him trash mouthing you.”

“My hero…” she rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face told him he wasn’t in too much trouble. He gave a snort of a laugh and dropped a kiss to her head. “Can we go back to the dancing now please? And I need another beer, that ass hole spilt mine.” “Is it time for tequila yet?” Bonnie asked, offering Fliss a drink of her beer. Fliss took a sip, shaking her head

“I swore after last time I would never drink that shit again.”

“But that was a lie, right?” Bonnie looked at her as she passed her pint back over.

“Yup, a very big lie…” Fliss agreed, causing the rest of the group to laugh.

So they did their tequila. Several shots of to be intact and spent the rest of the night wandering stage to stage, lapping up the atmosphere. Frank kept a close eye on his girl who seemed none the worse for her encounter as she danced the night away with him and Bonnie, the 2 of them disappearing at one point for a walk around the various stalls that were around the outside, coming back with a packet of interlocking glow sticks which they proceeded to activate and make head wear out of.

Will Smith took to the stage at about 10 pm and Frank was beside himself with laughter as Fliss reverted to some kind of school kid. She seemed to know every single word to every goddamned song he had, and when it came to Men In Black she launched expertly into the dance routine that half the crowd were doing, in time to the video showing behind the stage. Simon and Jake tried to copy her before they both gave up and when she finished she turned around and Frank raised his beer to her and she bowed, as they all laughed. Deciding that they didn’t want to stay for the after party, considering they knew it was going to be a really late one the next evening, instead they agreed to head down to the beach. They managed to find a guy who was walking round with a cool box selling beer and they bought 2 bottles each, for twice the price they should be but, whatever…

When in Miami…

As they walked across the sand, Frank looped his arm round Fliss’ shoulder whilst they weaved themselves through the various mini-parties which seemed to be going on as people were set up all over with small fires, beer, drinks and music playing. Frank had a sneaking suspicion half of them were probably intending on sleeping there too. Eventually they found a clear spot and flopped down onto the sand, under the illumination of one of the boardwalk lights and then Simon stood up, heading over to a group of teenagers sat a bit to their right.

“What’s he doing?” Greg asked.

“I think he’s reverse bootlegging.” Jake said and Frank gave a snort of laughter.

“What?” Fliss frowned, “What’s that?” “Instead of selling alcohol to underage kids he’s buying it off them, look.” Frank said, nodding to him. Fliss watched as Simon slipped one of the kids a twenty and took the bottle of vodka he was offering to them, raising it up as he walked back.

“What the fuck man?” Greg snorted “That’s…”

“Shameful.” Jake nodded before he chuckled, shaking his head. “I love it.” With a grin Simon dropped down next to Bonnie, standing the bottle of vodka up in the middle of the circle they seemed to have made as Fliss sat between Frank’s legs, leaning back against his chest. His spare hand ran up and down the outside of her thigh softly as they all sat chatting about the evening, comparing their best bits and what they were looking forward to tomorrow evening. Eventually, someone, Frank wasn’t sure who, decided that they should play Never Have I Ever, and Fliss eagerly agreed, jumping in with the first question.

“Ok, never have I ever driven a boat…” Fliss smirked.

“What, that’s a crap one!” Frank snorted “Everyone here’s probably driven one…including you.”

“Nope…”

“Bullshit!” he snorted “On our first date, and several times since…”

“I sailed it Frankie, I didn’t drive it…”

He paused for a moment and then looked up as everyone in the circle grinned.

“She’s right man…” Simon conceded “I sailed mine too…” “And me…”

“And me…”

“Oh fuck you!” Frank spluttered as they all laughed at him. Fliss handed him the bottle, which he took from her with a glare taking a mouthful. Fucking hell, he could tell it was cheap as it burnt like paint stripper as he swallowed, wincing.

That was basically the way the game went. Each trying to deliberately catch everyone else out. Simon caught Jake spectacularly, forcing him to reveal a tale about how he got locked out of a hotel room, naked on the balcony and climbed down 2 storeys to go and get a spare key from reception, Simon repeatedly got Bonnie on a number of occasions before Frank caught Fliss out with the tale of how she had once called her University Lecturer “Daddy.” by mistake.

“Ok, Never have I ever…” Fliss paused, before a wicked grin spread on her face and she looked at Frank “Called anyone else’s name during sex.”

“Oh God…” Frank heard Bonnie mumble from where she was sat, but before he could even open his mouth to call Fliss an ass hole, he saw Greg reaching for the bottle.

“No WAY!” Fliss spluttered, looking at Greg “What? When!”

“I was about 21…” Greg said, scrunching up his face. “I was in bed with a girl and, well, I called her mom’s name.” The entire group fell silent before Jake, Frank and Simon all let out a roar of laughter, and Fliss snorted, grinning from ear to ear.

“That’s…impressive.” Frank nodded as Greg put the bottle down and Fliss picked it up and handed it to Frank. Everyone turned their attention to him as he narrowed his eyes and grabbed it from her.

“Spill.” Simon pointed at him.

“I err, well…look, it…” Frank stuttered over his words “I was…look we don’t need to discuss this…” he said, knocking back the vodka and avoiding Bonnie’s eyes, shaking his head “I plead the 5th.” There were various groans around the group but when they realised Frank wasn’t going to budge Greg shrugged, calling him a pussy, and picked the next category.

“Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex.” he said, with a raised eyebrow. Both Fliss and Bonnie moved for the bottle at the same time, and the boys all cheered.

“Was it each other?” Simon grinned “Please tell me it was…” “Ok,no…that…” Frank began to protest, hiccupping slightly. “That would be weird…”

“No it wasn’t each other.” Bonnie grinned at Simon “I was 17, playing spin the bottle and had to kiss this girl called Eva…” “And that’s it?” Simon asked.

“Yeah…” she nodded, taking a drink from the bottle before she passed it to Fliss.

“Spill…” Frank instructed her, his hand on her hip where she was still nestled in between his legs.

“I was 19…and, yeah, well, I experimented” she shrugged. “A few times…”

“Wait, there was…” Frank looked at her as she turned her head to grin at him “You did more than kiss?”

“For me to know and you to find out Sailor…” she winked. Well fuck me!

Another 15 minutes or go they’d exhausted the bottle of vodka and decided to call it a night. Bonnie was faring the worst out of them all, her and Simon walking a little behind everyone as he kept his arm round her to keep her steady. Frank noticed Fliss was remarkably with it considering what they’d drunk, but then for such a small person she did have quite a high tolerance, and she’d drunk a hell of a lot of water as well.

At the hotel they bid everyone goodnight and headed up to their room where Fliss decided she needed to shower to get rid of all the glitter and sand and sweat from dancing. Frank was inclined to agree so let her go first, swapping over after 10 minutes or so with an exchange of a soft kiss in the bathroom doorway. By the time Frank got out of the shower Fliss was sat cross legged on the large bed dressed in a camisole and boy-shorts set which was white with multi-coloured polka dots on it. It was the set he had bought her for Valentine’s Day, along with a set of baby-pink lace underwear. He loved seeing her in lace, but there was something about the lounge sets like the one she was wearing now that gave her an innocence, made her look so comfy and so settled that he adored seeing her wearing them around the house and to bed…even if they didn’t stay on long.

She grinned up at him as he smiled, crossing to drop a kiss on her head.

“You raid the minibar?” he asked, nodding to the packet of chips she had ripped open.

“Yeah.” she shrugged “Figured fuck it, why not?” “Well…”he crossed the room and opened the fridge which was under the TV unit “In for a penny…” he pulled two beers out, popped the tops and passed her one.

“Don’t you think we’ve had enough?”

“Can you see straight?”

“Yeah…”

“Then no.” he said and she laughed, taking it from him.

“You’re a bad man Frank Adler.” “I try.” he quipped. She shook her head, smiling before she reached for her phone which had just gone off. Frank whipped the towel from around his waist and stepped into a clean pair of boxers before he roughly dried his hair.

“Bonnie says her and Simon are hitting the beach during the day tomorrow…do you fancy it?” “Sure.” he nodded, dropping to the bed, laying down on his side, propping himself up on his elbow as he reached for a Dorito.

“At least I think that’s what this message says. ‘Going to the Bitch…’ I mean that’s gotta be beach huh?”

Frank snorted as Fliss scrunched up the empty chip bag and tossed it across the room where it settled just besides the bin. They both looked at it for a second before Fliss shrugged. ”She was trashed.”

“I’m not surprised.” Fliss said, moving to toss her phone onto the night table before she too settled on her side, facing Frank, elbow on the pillow “Simon was deliberately asking questions in that game where he knew she’d have to drink…” “Oh and you weren’t…” he looked at Fliss who shrugged, grinning cheekily “Never have I ever called anyone else’s name during sex, I mean seriously! She was right there!”

“I know, which is what made it so funny.” “Funny is not the word I would use…” “Oh whatever, and as if Greg has done that too!” she said, chuckling as she also settled on her side “He’s a dark horse…” “So are you…” he looked at her taking a long drink of his beer. “In fact….I think you need to tell me more about these lesbian encounters you experienced whilst experimenting aged 19."

"They weren't proper lesbian encounters, I was teasing you...."

"I don't care, make em up." He said and she let out a laugh.

"If I do will it get me something nice?" she grinned.

"Something very, very nice." He raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Fliss grinned and then launched into a clearly made up bullshit story about some girl called Candy and Frank completely zoned out. He was simply too caught up concentrating on the childish, teasing expression on her face as she spoke. Her eyes were shining in the dim light of the room as she talked and grinned in the same manner she had been doing all night. Not even the encounter with that asshole’s brother has dampened her spirit. She was just enjoying herself, freely. And so was he. She said she couldn't remember the last festival or concert she had been to, and Frank had admitted the same. It had to have been easily 10 years ago. It felt good to be recapturing that part of their lives they had both given up (albeit for very different reasons) and making new memories together that he knew would last a lifetime.

A lifetime...huh, how about that?

He zoned back in just in time to hear Fliss' very risqué story telling, and dropped his head with a sight that was half laugh, half groan at her filthy tale.

"...and her thighs were so strong, it was ridiculous, my ears were squashed so hard, I felt like my head was in a vice. Still, I managed to-"

"Ok..." he said, taking her beer off her and setting it down on his nightstand along with his, before he leaned over Fliss, caging her with his arms "I'm getting kinda jealous...and a bit turned on...it’s kinda confusing.

“You asked…” she muttered as his face dropped her hers.

“Yeah, I did…” he said softly, his lips brushing against hers “And I promised you something nice…” “Very,very nice…” Fliss said, her hands sliding up his arms to his shoulder.

“Well, I’m a man of my word…” he grinned, lips pressing to hers harder this time in a soft, deep kiss which he pulled away from and ran his nose against hers.

“Turn over…”

“What?” she looked at him, her eyes widening slightly.

“You trust me?”

“Of course I do…” “Then turn over…”

She took a deep breath, and looked at him and he looked straight back, fully understanding what she was thinking. He’d never asked her to do that before. “Lissy, I promise I’m not gonna hurt you.” “I know you’re not…” she said, shaking her head, before she bit her lip and he moved back so she could turn over onto her stomach. With gently finger tips he brushed her hair off her shoulders, sweeping it to one side gently dropping soft kisses down her neck as his hands traced down to her hips. He gently grasped her top and she moved to allow him to slide it up and over.

The sheets on the bed rustled slightly as he moved downwards, pressing his lips to the small of her back, watching her reaction carefully as he saw her fingers clutching softly at the pillow. He continued his affections, lips and hands exploring every part of the soft skin on her back until he was fully led over her, thighs bracketing hers, his mouth gently sucking at that spot behind her ear that drove her wild. And right on cue she let out a low groan and he felt his groin twitch at the noise. Fliss could feel his hardness against her back and as his teeth gently grazed her ear she felt her spine arch slightly.

He moved away, and his hand gently slid to grasp at the hem of her shorts, and she tilted her hips up slightly so he could pull them down, hurriedly departing with his own boxers before he resumed his previous position.

“You good?” he asked her softly and she nodded in response.

With gentle hands he reached down between her legs to finding her hot and wet for him already. At his touch she arched her back again. Frank let out a grin and moved slightly so he could part her thighs with his knee. Repositioning himself, he led flat, his arms sliding up hers so he could lace his fingers with hers, palms resting on the backs of her hands and he gently pushed into her, the pair of them giving a groan at the feeling and tightness of this angle. He gently thrust, his chest sliding up over her back, and she moved ever so slightly with him, her head tilted back slightly and she turned her face towards his where he caught her mouth in a slow, sloppy kiss. Frank continued his languid, deep movements, listening to the quickening of her breath and eventually he felt her hips beginning to rise in slow circles, her whimpers increasing.

He gently knelt up, and pulled her hips so she was perched on her knees, pushing into her slowly, deeply, letting her get used to the position that they’d never tried before because Frank knew it wasn’t one she had good memories of but right now, her body was relaxed and she was giving him everything. His hand reached up and he traced down her spine before he leaned over and placed another soft kiss on her neck before he moved and grasped at her hips again, his pace gently quickening, a low moan escaping his mouth as Fliss pushed back onto him, wordlessly telling him she wanted more. He thrust forwards again and again, pulling her back onto him at the same time, his eyes focussed on where they were joined, the sight of him sliding in and out of her made him moan with desire.

“Don’t stop…” he heard her half pant, half whisper and he picked up the pace ever so slightly, leaning over to gently nip at the back of her neck, causing her to shudder, a deep growl rumbled in his chest as her walls briefly squeezed around him.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned as her hands clutched at the bed sheets whilst he buried himself deep inside of her stilling for a moment.

“Frankie…” she whined and squirmed as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. Once glance at his clenched jaw and she knew he was trying to fight back his high as he picked up his previous movements, just a little bit faster. She was close, quietly moaning his name as she dropped her head back down, forehead against the pillows, her spine arching as he continued to thrust.

Frank groaned again “Come on sweetheart...” his voice deeper like it always was when he was in the throes of desire, “let go for me.” He rolled his hips forwards, five or six more times before she was done.

“Fuck, Frank, I…” she let out a broken cry as her core spasmed again and again and her entire body trembled as a loud lament spilled from her lips. He was done himself, and with a groan of her name his relief washed over him with an intensity he couldn’t even begin to describe.

Fliss collapsed forward and Frank tumbled with her, his chest onto her back, his weight crushing her in the best way possible for a second ot two before he rolled onto his side. Reaching out, his hand gently across her bare back as Fliss face, which was pressed into the pillow turned to face him.

He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss, brushing her hair off her face.

“OK…” she mumbled, nodding at him “I’ll concede. That was very, very nice…”

******* “You behaving?” Frank asked Mary as he and Fliss lay in bed the next morning, the phone held at arms-length so they could both see her.

“Yeah, of course…” Mary rolled her eyes “Bill took me to the yard last night and Joanne helped me tack Monty up and then Bill walked round the field with us so the dogs could have a run and it was awesome!”

“When I get back we’ll do the full trail ride.” Fliss smiled at her “Takes a good hour, we can go one evening before it gets dark.”

“Cool!” Mary grinned, bending down and then suddenly Fred’s bemused face filled the screen. Frank snorted as he was instructed to say hi to Fred, which he did, before the cat settled down on Mary’s lap and she continued to chat to him about what she had done the night before…which was basically staying up until gone midnight with Bill watching Harry Potter in the movie room.

Eventually they got her to pass the phone over to Verity, who assured Frank she was no trouble, and then they cut the call and decided to get up and head down for breakfast to meet everyone.

The day was spent lazily on the beach. Fliss hardly moved at all, simply soaking up the sun as Frank and Simon continuously brought her and Bonnie a supply of drinks as the man remained by the bar at the top of the sand.

“I gotta ask…”Bonnie said, turning to look at Fliss “And tell me to shut up if I’m outta line but yesterday, that guy Frank looked like he wanted to kill…who was he? Simon says he’s never seen Frank that angry…” “Oh, err…” Fliss rubbed her head “It was my ex-husbands brother, he was being an ass hole.” “Oh.” Bonnie frowned “I take it you don’t get along…nasty break up?” “You could say that…” Fliss said, taking a sip of her drink, tapping the straw lightly on her lips. “John…my ex…he er…he used to beat me. Badly. He’s actually in prison, well, for how long we don’t know as he had his parole hearing about 4 weeks ago so..” “Oh shit…” Bonnie dropped her gaze “Sorry, I didn’t…” “It’s ok.” Fliss said, waving off the usual apologies that came when she told someone about her past.

There was a moment of silence before Bonnie sat up and looked at Fliss.

“Wanna go for a dip?”

Fliss glanced at her, then down to the ocean and grinned, nodding.

Yelling to the boys to watch their stuff they headed down to the waves, Fliss happily diving straight in, simply allowing herself to float. She was calm, relaxed, and couldn’t remember a time she’d ever felt so happy before.

Eventually, it hit 5pm and Fliss was hungry. So they decided to pack up, grab a bite from the bar and then go change ready for the evening. Fliss had to smile as she saw Frank and the rest of the boys stood at a table by the beach bar all clutching pints and laughing. He was dressed in a pink shirt, black shorts with a baseball cap on the wrong way, glasses shielding his eyes.

“I never realised what an overgrown Frat Boy I’m dating.” Fliss mumbled to Bonnie who snorted as they made their way up the wooden boardwalk, beach bags in their hand.

“Hey pretty girl.” Frank smiled as Fliss slid under his arm, reaching for his pint. With a roll of his eyes he watched as she took a huge drink. “You know if you want one I’ll get you one…” “Tastes better when it’s someone else’s…” Fliss shrugged.

“Yeah, why is that?” Bonnie asked.

“Because it’s stolen.” Simon looked at her “Well known fact, forbidden fruit just tastes better.”

Fliss went again for Frank’s drink and he jerked it out of her reach “Piss off, look, here…” he said, reaching into his pocket and handing her his wallet “Go to the bar…” She grinned and dropped a kiss to his lips, turning away, Bonnie following.

“Dude you’re so whipped.” Jake snorted at him.

“Yeah, I don’t much care.” Frank shrugged, burping slightly as he looked at Fliss, taking in her appearance. Her hair was falling around her face and down her back in a mass of long, messy salt and sand tangled waves and she was wearing a pink crochet slip over her black bikini. He would happily admit he was well under her spell and that she could whip him all she fucking wanted to.

They grabbed a bite to eat, headed back, changed and made their way to the park for their second night of music. It went much the same as the night before, Bonnie and Fliss taking off on their own adventures, and Frank keeping his eyes peeled for any sign of John’s fucker of a brother, but he didn’t see him.

By the time Liam Gallagher came onto the stage, Fliss was drunk. And so was he. But it didn’t stop her from going wild. Once again she knew every single word to every single song and when he launched into Rock and Roll Star she started pogoing like a person possessed. Mind you, so was everyone else on the dance floor in front of the stage, so Frank joined in. He quite liked this song and, well, if you can’t beat ‘em join ‘em…

He ended the set with Live Forever, Frank’s favourite song that he had done and Fliss sighed happily.

“He’s sooo good!” she said, “Why does he have to go?”

“Because his set has finished.”

“But why?” “Because it has!” Frank laughed “He’s been on for almost an hour and it’s 1 am!”

“Hey, Liss, don’t worry…” Bonnie hiccupped “Hot Dub starts in 20…just enough time for a drink…” “Yes…” Fliss agreed, pointing at her. “But I think I need some water too.”

“Pussy…” Frank looked at her and she narrowed his eyes at him.

“I’ll carry on drinking beer if you want, but you’ll be clearing up my puke later…” He snorted and held his hands up, palms out “Water it is…” Hot Dub Time Machine was surreal. He was on for about an hour and took them through a load of the best party songs from the 60s right through to the present day. One minute Frank was doing the Twist and Shout with Fliss, and the next they were all in a circle air-guitaring to Immigrant Song by Led Zep.

By the time they left the park it was almost half 2 in the morning and Fliss decided that she didn’t want to walk and insisted Frank give her a piggy back. He rolled his eyes but crouched down and she took a jump onto his back as he carried her the 10 minutes or so back to the hotel, Simon groaning at him as Bonnie kept complaining he wouldn’t carry her.

“You’re showing me up, dude!” he glared at Frank who simply shrugged as Fliss smirked.

“I like riding him…” she hiccupped, as everyone burst into laughter and Frank shook his head as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re a fucking nightmare” he sniggered and she shrugged.

*****

The next morning everyone was feeling the effects of a heavy weekend, and Frank was pleased that they had the late check out option. Eventually, after dragging themselves out of bed they managed to shower, pack up and head down to check out. There was another argument about who was paying for the room, this time Fliss winning as she put her foot down telling him he was paying for New York and that she really wanted to pay for this. She’d told Frank before about John never letting her have any financial control over anything and Frank knew that it meant a lot to her so he relented, and instead bought them brunch before they set off home.

They got back in time for a roast dinner, and then they headed back to the annex to watch a film, Fliss crashing out halfway through. She left them to it and headed to bed and was flat out by the time Frank made his way upstairs.

“I can’t believe you got the day off!” she moaned at him over breakfast on the Monday morning.

“I can’t believe you didn’t” he shot back

“I can’t…clients and stuff.” she pouted, biting into her toast before she groaned again. “I’m too old for partying all weekend…I can’t hack it anymore.” Frank snorted and took a sip of his coffee before Fliss grinned at him. “Can we go again next year?”

Frank laughed “The Circle Of Truth have already decided it’s going to be an annual thing from now on.” he said, standing up and with a kiss to her head he moved to the stairs yelling for Mary to get a wiggle on. She came down the stairs, Fred and Thor following before she ate her cereal and then Frank bustled her out of the door to drop her off for the last Monday of the school term.

Wednesday lunchtime, however, their happy little bubble burst.

Frank was actually in the sales part of the shop, discussing the benefits of different types of engines with a customer, having been asked to give some advice. He spotted Fliss’ jeep pulling up and as soon as she climbed out and turned towards him, he could tell from her face what was going on.

“Excuse me for just one second…” he politely told the customer, and glancing at his boss he jerked his head towards Fliss. His boss, a nice enough guy called Andy, knew vaguely what was going on and nodded in understanding as Frank stepped outside.

“Baby?” he asked tentatively as Fliss stopped in front of him.

“He did it….” she said softly, stepping into his arm, pressing her face into his chest. “He made parole. They let the fucker out.”

#riding high #frank adler x ofc #frank adler #gifted #gifted fan fic

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You got me feeling like a Psycho

Hey everyone!

My first ever Trolls fanfiction and it just so happens to be a rare pair! I adored Trolls (2016) but never really prioritized to write for it but when Trolls World Tour came out...that love for the first movie came rushing back. The movie made me really happy while in quarantine and I hope that this fanfic made you a little happier too.

I'm a HUGE Red Velvet fan and when I saw the announcement for them to be in the second movie I LOST MY COLLECTIVE SHIT. Even though the interactions with Tresillo and Wani are low, I loved their banter and this fanfic sorta happened. I added in a few Red Velvet concepts in the fic itself so if you see one, leave a comment or a like! I definitely added that Wani was the more fluent one in this fic as Wendy, the woman who voiced Wani, is the most fluent in Red Velvet!

I do plan on writing a Broppy one shot a little later so you can expect to see that in the next couple weeks.

Please stay safe!

Songs used in this fic:

Taki Taki - DJ Snake, Cardi B, Selena Gomez and Ozuna

Psycho (reloaded remix) - Red Velvet

Zimzalabim - Red Velvet

Like I’m gonna lose you - Meghan Trainor

Part Two/ A03 ***

Wani giggled as she splashed Baby Bun with water, the pink haired troll grinning before splashing her back.

It was one of the hottest days of the year and almost all the trolls from around the land were in the lake that separated Vibe City and Lonesome Flats. Everyone was taking a dip in the cool water and she couldn’t help but sigh in contempt.

It had been about a month since all the trolls accepted that they were different and were now living in harmony.

It was absolute bliss.

It felt so much nicer to talk to other trolls about music and sharing their own genres than keeping it to themselves and because of it, they had all made new friends. The k-pop gang were pretty close with Queen Poppy and Branch since they were a subculture of Pop itself and it made sense to vibe to the same music but Kim-Petit had become friends with Prince D, Baby Bun was friends with one of the rock trolls and Ari and Gomdori often hung out with the techno trolls as well as the classical trolls.

Wani wiggled her feet in the water before swimming to the banks of the lake and hopping out and sitting down on her towel. She was so caught up in making sure the transition for the k-pop gang went smoothly that she didn’t have much time to focus on friends of her own. Despite most of them being able to speak basic English, she was the more fluent speaker and after ensuring that they were all settled in, she could relax.

She put on her sunglasses and closed her eyes, the sun making her glossy chrome skin sparkle.

“Oh that’s bright!” a familiar voice teased and she grinned as she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head and angled her head to look at Tresillo.

“Hey Tracy! How’s it going?” she grinned and he rolled his eyes at the nickname.

“On the hottest day of the year? Just cooling ourselves off,” he said and gestured to his friends in the water, “Mind if I join you?”

“Sure, take a seat.”

Even though the k-pop gang had a mutual respect for the reggaeton trolls, that didn’t mean that they couldn’t tease each other from time to time like they had before Queen Barb’s initial reign of rock. With their subcultures being the smallest next to the yodellers, it felt natural for them to gravitate towards each other.

“Where you goin’ after this Wani?”

“Uh, home?” she said with a shrug.

“Wait, are you serious?” he asked and stared at her incredulously.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because it’s the Summer Song Dance Party tonight! Everyone’s gonna be there!”

For the first time ever, Wani felt nervous. She was planning on skipping the party because she didn't want to be alone.

“I didn’t get an invite,” she lied and she saw the troll chuckle before pulling out a flyer from his bag next to him and giving it to her.

“Open invitation. Everyone’s going and it’s going to be fire.”

“Oh wow, this has Poppy’s decorating skills all over it,” she giggled, handing him back the flyer and shaking the glitter from her fingers.

“Yeah, you know how she is with her glitter. So you’re coming right?”

“What’s with all the questions? Tryna get something out of me?” she hummed.

“I just...” he hesitated before sighing, “I can see you’re lonely Wani.”

Her body froze and she forced a smile a second later.

“What? No, I’m perfectly-”

“Wani don’t lie to me. I’ve been watching how you’ve helped your other k-pop trolls talk to everyone else but you were so worried about them that you don’t really have any friends yet.”

“I have friends!” Wani said defensively.

“Okay, name one troll other than Poppy, Branch and the k-pop gang that’s your friend.”

“You?” Wani said slowly and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, “What? Did you seriously not expect me to consider you one of my friends?” she asked.

“Well I can’t say I’m not happy but...” he said, avoiding her gaze, “But you definitely need more than that so let me help you tonight. I’ll introduce you to some trolls and by the end, you’ll know almost everyone.”

“But-”

“No buts! You are going to make more friends! Now c’mon, the others are packing up and are getting ready to go.”

“Okay fine,” Wani groaned but her stomach was doing flips.

Maybe this would be a good opportunity to make new friends after all.

***

“Ohhh, Wani you are going to turn a certain somebody’s head tonight!” Baby Bun teased, her Korean flowing effortlessly and the blue troll sighed deeply as she look at herself in the mirror.

“I never should’ve told you guys that Tresillo is helping me tonight.”

“Yeah, like ‘helping’ is the word I’d use,” Ari giggled as she did her hair at the vanity.

“It’s really no big deal! You guys are making this small thing a huge deal-”

“Oh come on Wani! You like him!” Kim-Petit said with a smirk and she narrowly dodged a pillow the blue troll had thrown.

“Respect your elders!” Wani yelled and the rest of them burst into laughter.

“Wani, chill. You know we’re just teasing,” Gomdori said as she put her hands on the troll’s and lead her to the vanity and sat her down.

“Besides, we know why he’s taking you out specifically, to make new friends, which is very sweet of him,” Baby Bun nodded and handed Gomdori a clip that she slid into the blue troll’s hair.

“Yeah, you deserve some down time after helping us settle in,” Ari agreed and they all stepped back to admire their work on Wani’s hair.

“But just so you know, if you did like him we would be thrilled-” began Kim Petit.

“Okay, let’s go to this party!” Wani yelled, desperate to get them to stop talking about Tresillo.

***

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Pop Village and their jaws dropped.

“Are...are we late?” Ari asked, looking at the huge pit of trolls of all shapes and colours jumping up and down to some of King Trollex’s beats.

“Nope, you’re right on time!” a familiar voice said and Wani grinned.

“Tracy, this doesn’t look on time,” she said, gesturing to the area packed with trolls.

“Pop trolls know how to party, I’ll give ‘em that. Now c’mon, I got some friends to introduce you too.”

“What about my friends-?”

“Wani, just go!” Gomdori said in English, and Wani smiled at how fluent she sounded.

“Okay, okay! Bye girls!”

The two of them walked away and Baby Bun turned to face the rest of the k-pop gang.

“How much do you want to bet they’ll get together by the end of the night?”

They all laughed and headed towards the dance floor.

On the sidelines of the dance floor, there were designated ‘chill’ spaces with bean bags and chairs were Tresillo introduced Wani to Hickory.

“This is Hickory. A yodeller but lover of country,” Tresillo said.

“Oh, you’re the other bounty hunter!” she said, remembering that he never showed up for the meeting with Queen Barb.

“Yep, but I don’t do that anymore. Just me n’ the music I love,” he said with a wink.

“Yeah, guess we’re like a band of bounty hunters all reformed, huh?” Wani said with a laugh and Hickory grinned.

“Yeah, guess you could say that. Oh and have you had anything to drink yet? I should warn you that once you get on the dance floor...it’s easy to stay there for two hours or more because the set list is incredible.”

“No...is there a drink bar?” Wani asked and Tresillo nodded before pointing to one not too far away from them.

“They’re scattered all over the area so that the queues aren’t too long. Wani, you want something?” Tresillo asked.

She smiled gratefully and nodded before he made his way to the drink bar.

As the reggaeton troll stood in the queue, Hickory turned to the k-pop troll and gave her a knowing smile.

“So how long have you two been a couple?” he asked and her eyes widened.

“We- no. We aren’t a couple-”

“Well, I can see that you like him darlin’.”

“You are assuming things-”

“Wani, I’ve known you for less than half an hour and I can see your heart leaking out your chest for that guy. Now what’s stopping you?”

She was quiet for a while before answering him. There was no use in lying to him and maybe...he had some advice.

“I do like him but...it just feels fast...and it feels like everyone’s pressuring me to get together with him and...I don’t know if I like him because I like him like that or if I like him just because he’s nice to me and talks to me.”

“And have you told him that?”

“Well I don’t know if he likes me.”

“Let’s me tell you a secret. If a troll gives you the attention he’s currently giving you then you do have his attention. So do what you can now to set a boundary and see where it goes. There’s no harm in tryin’.”

“I’m feeling nervous now,” she groaned.

“I’m not saying you have to do anything about it right away. I’m just sayin’ the faster you set a boundary, the better because...let’s just say Tresillo is popular amongst some trolls here,” he chuckled before motioning to the juice bar.

Wani followed his eyes and landed on Tresillo and a country troll laughing with him. She felt acid in her stomach as a rock troll squeezed his shoulder, getting awfully close.

“Oh.”

“ I’m just sayin’ Wani. If you don’t shoot your shot...you might miss him.”

“But...but I don’t even know yet. What if I just like him for being a good friend?”

“You will know. Currently you’re just trying to settle into this new mishmash of genres and that’s okay. Your heart will know when the time is right. Now, forget about your worries and enjoy your evening. Remember...if you want your own questions answered, you have to ask them.”

Tresillo came back with their drinks a few minutes later and gave Wani her one. She peered into it, the blue pieces of fruit floating on top.

“Well this looks interesting...”

“You never told me which one you wanted so I chose what I thought fit your personality,” smiled the reggaeton troll.

“Oh really? Well let’s see how well you know me,” Wani smirked before taking a sip.

Her eyes widened in surprise and took another sip before humming in approval.

“I think that’s a winner Tresillo!” Hickory nodded, “What flavour is it anyway?”

“Blue Crush.”

At his answer Wani choked on the drink, her eyes tearing up and she coughed. She felt Hickory place a hand on her shoulder and Tresillo pat her back.

“Woah, slow down there,” murmured the reggaeton troll.

“Sorry, it went down the wrong pipe,” she lied and he laughed before turning to Hickory and resuming the conversation.

While she occasionally laughed and added to the conversation, Wani’s mind was racing.

Blue Crush? Is he trying to hint that he has a crush on me? No...that’s ridiculous! It’s just a drink! A really tasty one!

“Wani? Wani!”

Tresillo’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, lost in thought!”

“Well that’s not good. I think we need to get you on the dance floor!” he said with a smirk and she nodded enthusiastically.

“You two enjoy it. I’m going to stay here for a little longer before going back,” Hickory said and they made their way to the dance floor.

While dancing, Tresillo introduced her to other trolls. Soon she was losing count of everyone she had met and their names after five songs. She was relieved when she saw Poppy and Branch dancing and grabbed the reggaeton troll’s hand and made her way over to them.

“Poppy! Branch!” she yelled and the couple perked up at her voice.

“Wani! Tresillo! How are you finding the Summer Song Dance Party?” Poppy asked as she did a twirl.

“It’s great! Wanna dance together?” Wani asked and Poppy nooded before she grabbed her hand, and using her pink hair, catapulted them to a platform that overlooked the dance floor.

King Trollex noticed them and grinned, playing a new song that the two trolls could dance too.

“Attention everybody! Let me see your hands up!” he yelled into his microphone and the trolls screamed enthusiastically as he began to build up for the beat drop.

“You read to throw down?” Poppy laughed.

“Not without us!” Branch said as he landed on the same platform with Tresillo and they all laughed before jumping together as the beat dropped.

“Wooo!” Poppy yelled as the song ended and King Trollex took a bow before Queen Barb took over the DJ station.

“What up everyone!? How we feeling tonight?” she yelled and she was greeted with applause and screams.

“Now I’d usually start playing some hard rock but...I notice four trolls on a platform just a little above me and I think...this calls for a dance off!” she yelled and Wani froze in place as a large spotlight was directed at them.

“W-What?!” she said, panic rising in her.

“How does that sound trolls?” Barb asked, her smile pearly white and the screams were even louder.

“Yeah! Let’s do this Branch!” Poppy said but was interrupted by Barb.

“How about...boys against girls?” Barb asked and the screams were deafening, “Looks like the crowd has made up their mind!”

“I...I don’t know if I can do this-” Wani said nervously.

“You’ll be great Wani! You’re a great dancer! C’mon I’m on your side!” Poppy said, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

“I mean...if you forfeit then we win by default...” Tresillo said, a lazy smile on his face and that was enough for Wani to grab Poppy by the hand.

“Poppy, we’re winning this! Now!” she said determinedly and Poppy swung them off the platform and down to the dance floor.

A circle was made for them to dance and Branch and Tresillo joined.

“Okay everyone! May the best dancers win!” Barb yelled and she began to play a medley of genres causing the crowd to go nuts.

Poppy and Wani started first, moving their bodies elegantly to a classical remix before Branch and Tresillo took over with an infectious pop song. Wani glared at Tresillo, her competitive spirit getting the better of her and proceeded to dance her heart out.

It was bringing back memories of when they had their first dance off all those months ago, when they needed Branch to find Queen Poppy to give Barb the pop string.

Tresillo only winked at her and she rolled her eyes. From where they were standing, Branch and Tresillo looked like they were going to win. She needed to think fast.

She grabbed Poppy’s hand and gave her a nod and the pink troll grinned before they did a cartwheel into a split as the beat ended and the crowd went wild.

“Wow...that was some crazy dancing but who’s the winner?” Barb asked and protests came from the crowd, “Okay looks like we need a tie breaker! Wani and Tresillo! You two will be the tie breaker!”

Wani got nervous all over again but she looked at the reggaeton troll and he gave her an encouraging nod before she took centre stage with Tresillo.

“You ready to lose?” he asked with a grin.

“In your dreams!” she scoffed but her jaw dropped when a reggaeton song started playing.

Báilame como si fuera la última vez

Y enséñame ese pasito que no sé

Un besito bien suavecito, bebé

Taki taki, taki taki, ¡rumba!

“Woah, how is this fair?! He’s a reggaeton troll!” she yelled but Tresillo just laughed.

“Just dance baby!” he said before busting into a series of fluid movements earning applause from the audience.

She joined in, earning screams of encouragement from Poppy and the k-pop trolls.

“Destroy him!” Baby Bun yelled in Korean and Wani couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’d she say?” Tresillo asked and she laughed more as she danced.

“It’s nothing!” she laughed and before she knew it the song had ended.

“Well that was quite a performance but let’s end this with one more song!” Barb yelled and the familiar notes of a song hit Wani’s ears.

She immediately started dancing, the song flowing through her and she heard the k-pop trolls behind her sing along to the lyrics.

You got me feeling like a psycho psycho

우릴 보고 말해 자꾸 자꾸

다시 안 볼 듯 싸우다가도

붙어 다니니 말야

이해가 안 간대

웃기지도 않대

맞아 Psycho psycho

서로 좋아 죽는 바보 바보

너 없인 어지럽고 슬퍼져

기운도 막 없어요

둘이 잘 만났대

Hey now we’ll be ok!

Wani danced her heart out and when she heard that it was a remix, she free-styled a few moves causing the crowd to go insane.

As she did a spin, she briefly made eye contact with Tresillo and-

He wasn’t dancing.

He was staring at her and has a small smile on his face as he watched.

She felt her heart squeeze as she finished the final move right in front of him, her hand on her hip as she whispered the last word.

“Psycho...”

The crowd burst into applause and Barb grinned as she raised the microphone to her mouth.

“Since Wani’s applause was louder, she has officially won the dance battle! Congrats!”

Poppy squealed and lifted the k-pop troll into a hug.

“Wani! That was incredible!” she said as she put her down.

“Yeah, great job.” Branch said sulkily and Poppy gave him a playful shove.

“Thanks but I can’t say anything because Tracy didn’t dance!” Wani said with a snort and the reggaeton troll rolled his eyes.

“I was stunned okay. It’s not my fault you’re an excellent dancer.”

“Thank you,” Wani said softly, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

Before they could say anything else, Barb played the first few chords of a rock song on her guitar and the dance floor immediately was swamped once more.

Wani managed to squeeze her way out of the dance floor after a few minutes and headed towards the juice bar, only to find Tresillo there already, holding two cups.

“I figured you’d need this after that dance battle,” he said as he handed her the cup and she smiled gratefully.

The music was loud and as the two of them sat down at the chill section, Wani was approached by trolls she had never met before, all introducing themselves.

"Hi! You are an amazing dancer!"

"Hey, you did great out there! You dance so fluidly!"

"Woah, can you teach us some of the dance moves?"

Tresillo watched her easily make friends and he grinned as she finished her juice. He gestured to her.

You want another one?

She nodded and he headed back to the juice bar.

When he got back, Wani seemed to have more trolls around her and when she saw him, she leapt off the beanbag.

“Thanks everyone for the great time but I think the sore loser needs some cheering up,” she teased and the group of trolls giggled at him.

He was about to object because he did not need cheering up when she grabbed his hand and walked up one of the hills.

“Look Miss Popular, I do not need cheering up-”

“I know. I just wanted to spend some time with you,” she shrugged and he looked at her in surprise.

“Wait but you are here to make more friends-”

“-And I think I have enough for one night,” she said with a smile, gesturing to the group of trolls that were hanging around her previously in the chill area.

“Oh...I guess you’re right. Looks like all you needed to do was win a dance battle to get your name out there,” he nodded and they sat down, overlooking the whole party.

“I mean I’ve forgotten half of their names but I’ll get there eventually. I already have lunch plans with Barb and Poppy on Tuesday, a house party invite from a country troll and got invited to a Mix Off from Prince C,” she said with a cheeky smile.

She sipped her juice and they collapsed into a comfortable silence.

“Thanks for tonight Tresillo. I really appreciate you going out of your way to make me feel like I belong here.”

“Aye, it’s no problem. Us subculture trolls need to stick together and get more people liking our music aight?” he said with a chuckle and she giggled.

“Definitely.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“What did the song you dance to mean? I mean I heard bits of English like ‘psycho’ and ‘we’ll be okay’ but I don’t know the meaning and I was wondering if you could explain.”

Wani set her cup down and looked down at the grass beneath them, her face getting warm.

“It’s a love song-” she said softly and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“-But you’re saying ‘you got me feeling like a psycho'...Isn’t that a bad thing?”

“Let me finish!” Wani said and bumped him on his shoulder.

She hummed for a minute and looked at the stars in the sky.

“The song talks about a relationship where two lovers, whose love is constantly being perceived as toxic and crazy by other individuals, admit that their love is special and strange; as though one minute they’re about to break each other and the next, they makeup. They say that they are beautiful and sad, like the moon and river. That they feel dizzy and sad without each other like all their energy has been sucked out of them. And because they are together, that they are also often seen as psychos to those individuals.”

“Okay I didn’t know k-pop could get that deep,” Tresillo said, holding his hand to his heart and she laughed.

“Yeah, you’re missing out! But to be fair there is a song called Zimalabim and...let’s just say it became a bit of a meme in the k-pop community,” she said as she demonstrated the dance and song.

“What does Zimzalabim even mean?”

“Theories range from Zim, Zala and Bim being three trickster demons to those words being used as magical words like Abracadabra. In all honestly, I’m not even sure anymore.”

“Okay now that’s weird!”

“You can’t judge because what does ‘Taki Taki’ even mean?” she enquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh...it doesn’t really mean anything-”

“Ha!”

“But there’s been hints to uh...explicit things?” he struggled, blushing.

Wani stared at him before laughing and soon they were laughing together at their genres. They settled into a silence again and Wani felt her heart begin to beat a little faster. Hickory’s words were echoing through her mind.

If you don’t shoot your shot...you might miss him.

“Tresillo...I need to tell you something,” she said and he turned t look at her.

“Wow, no nickname? Must be serious,” he teased and she shushed him, her heart pounding.

“I...I was really nervous about tonight. I knew that the party was happening but I wasn’t planning to go until you asked me. I can’t thank you enough for making me come with you,” she said quickly, cursing that she completely avoided the real thing she wanted to tell him.

“It’s no problem. I wanted you to be happy and now you’re the life of the party,” he chuckled.

“Yeah it’s just...” she sighed and turned her whole body so that she was facing him directly.

“Look this might be a big mistake but...I think I like you. Like more than a friend but I’m terrified of messing up what we have now. And I don’t know if I like you because I actually really do like you or if it’s because you’re just nice to me.”

He looked at her, surprise written on his face before asking, “Is that why you choked on your juice earlier?”

“What? No! Yes! Maybe! You said it was Blue Crush flavour and I’m blue and I thought you were giving my subliminal messages!” she yelled, her face going bright red and he laughed.

“Okay...well if I told you I liked you too...what would you say to that?” he asked, his voice low and sending shivers down her spine.

“I...I would be really happy and relieved that you feel the same way but...I need you to know that I’ll probably set boundaries. I don’t want to seem like I’m leading you on but I need those boundaries.”

Her heart was thudding in her chest. This was what scared her the most.

“Boundaries? Like what?”

“Like...you’re going to have to be super patient with me on PDA and I’m not ready for a lot of relationship things...I guess I just wanted to ‘shoot my shot’ with you so that no other troll go you before I had a chance.”

He was quiet.

“So...you’re saying that you’re confessing you like me now because you thought that some other troll would catch my eye?”

“I mean...you have trolls grabbing you left and right! I saw those rock and country trolls at the juice bar getting close with you! And you’re attractive, a great dancer and your Spanish is so lovely to listen to and-” Wani stopped herself when she saw him smirking at her.

“You repeat this to anyone and you’re dead,” she threatened but he just chuckled.

“Wani, I’ve only had eyes for you for a long time. Sure other trolls and nice but you...you are...something else entirely. An ethereal something else and if those boundaries make you feel more comfortable...then I’m willing to do that for as long as it takes.”

“Even if it takes me a year to kiss you?”

“Wait, I seriously have to wait that long?” he asked, horror on his face before taking a deep breath, “Okay, okay I guess I can try-”

“-Nah, I’m just kidding about that,” she giggled, threading her hand through his and planted a kiss on his now intertwined hand, “But I might be really nervous at first so just...wait for me okay?”

“Okay,” he said lightly kissed her cheek, “Can I put my arm around you?”

Wani gave him a smile so bright, he thought he’s seen the sun and she cuddled up next to him.

The two watched the party from the hill and when Poppy called for a slow song to play, Wani stood up and offered her hand.

“I...I thought you wanted to take thing slow? You want us to slow dance in front of everyone?”

“I was thinking slow dancing right here.”

He took her hand and she pulled him close as the familiar notes of a love song echoed around them.

I found myself dreaming

In silver and gold

Like a scene from a movie

That every broken heart knows

“This must’ve been hard for you. Admitting you like someone is scary,” he murmured.

“It was at first but I knew it would hurt me more if I didn’t say anything and...”

“And what?”

“You’re worth it Tracy,” she giggled and for a minute, he thought his heart was going to burst.

“I...I don’t know if I would’ve had that much confidence,” he admitted.

“Really? But you’re one of the smoothest trolls I know.”

“Being smooth around people is one thing but being smooth and brave enough to admit that I care about someone...that’s different.”

“Hmmm I’d like to think you would’ve done something if another troll tried to shoot their shot with me,” Wani said confidently.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

I’m gonna love you

Like I’m gonna lose you

I’m gonna hold you

Like I’m saying goodbye

“So what do your friends think of this? Did you tell them about this plan before?”

“They knew I liked you but-”

“Ha! I told you they were going to end up together before the end of the evening! Branch owes me big time!”

Ari’s voice shattered the atmosphere and Wani turned to see the k-pop trolls grinning at her a few metres away.

“You made a bet?” she yelled and they burst into a fit of giggles.

“Enjoy your evening Wani! We’ll talk when we get home!” Kim-Petit yelled as they ran away.

“Those little demons,” the k-pop troll huffed and Tresillo grinned.

“They just love you. Now are you going to dance with me or keep complaining about your friends?”

He let out a yelp when she dipped him and gazed into his eyes.

“Dance with you obviously.”

And they danced for the rest of the evening, their laughter filling the space and their feelings no longer a secret.

It felt great to have set boundaries with Tresillo and he respected it which made it even better.

He didn’t complain when they didn’t hold hands walking back to her house and when it was time to say goodnight, he was expecting a hug.

He never expected a kiss on the cheek from her and he melted immediately when she kissed him.

“You are going to have to warn me when you do that,” he whispered, breathless.

“Sorry, guess it is me calling the boundaries right?”

“No, I meant when you kiss me because I was not ready for that. The boundaries are not a problem,” he said.

Wani sighed happily and hugged him.

“You are absolutely wonderful. Thank you Tresillo. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Wani. I’ll see you soon.”

She gave him one last kiss on the cheek before opening the door before she was tackled by her friends.

“Wani! How was your date?” Gomdori asked

“Yeah you gotta tell us everything!” Ari squealed.

“Guys slow down I just got back!” Wani yelled.

“Wait did he walk you home? That’s so sweet!” Kim-petit gushed.

“Uh...I’m right here...” he said with an awkward smile and they registered that he had just witnessed them tackle Wani to the floor.

“Oh hey, Tresillo,” Baby Bun said, getting up off the floor and offering her hand out.

He looked confused as he shook it and Baby Bun nodded.

“As the eldest of our group, I’m warning you that if you hurt Wani in any way, we will destroy you.”

The blue k-pop troll's jaw dropped and before she could protest Tresillo spoke.

“She means a lot to me. I never want to hurt her and I will do my best to make her feel cared for. If I hurt her in any way, feel free to know some sense into me.”

Baby Bun seemed satisfied by his answer and gave him a rare smile before walking inside.

“Goodnight everyone. I’m going to sleep!” she announced and one by one the other girls said their goodbyes and walked inside.

“You handled that really well,” Wani said impressed, "Baby Bun is usually overprotective but you seemed to pass the test."

“What can I say? I’m the smoothest troll you know,” he winked and she shoved him playfully.

“Goodnight. Sweet dreams,” she said as she closed the door.

“Goodnight.”

As he walked away, he could hear the k-pop trolls ambush her again as she entered the house with screams and squeals and he smiled.

I think we’re going to work out just fine Wani.

He hummed the last few verses of Psycho before looking back at the house one more time.

We'll be okay.

#trolls #trolls the world tour #trolls world tour #broppy #tresillo x wani #my writing #vanilla107 writes #branch #poppy #wani #kpop trolls #tresillo

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arosebyanyother-name · 4 years

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Love is Strange

CW: daddy kink, rough sex, non-consentual touching, violence

This is a little Goodfellas Tommy DeVito smutty fanfic

If anyone reads this I hope you enjoy!

You met Tommy at an art show of yours. He was walking by on his way home from a job when he saw you through the glass windows of the gallery schmoozing with critics, and he just couldn’t stop himself from introducing himself.

“This your work?” He asks, lighting a cigarette and considering your paintings.

“Yeah, you like?” You ask and smile, letting your eyes roam up and down his body. He looks back over to you.

“The colours, they’re...” he pauses to think and you laugh lightly.

“I can see you’re slightly out of your element here. You some kinda wise guy?” You ask and pull a cigarette out, placing it between your lips and leaning over to him for him to light it. He does just that.

“Wise guy?” He scoffs, playing it naive. You shake your head playfully, your smile never wavering.

“You know Tony (Y/L/N)?” You ask him and his eyebrows rise.

“Yeah, course I know Tony (Y/L/N). Good guy. Gone too soon.”

“My name’s (Y/N). I’m his daughter.” You tell him and he smiles wickedly.

“You’re Tony’s daughter?” He asks and you nod.

“Well fuck me, I guess you got your looks from your mother.” He huffs, looking you up and down.

“Well you obviously never met my mother, wise guy.” You nudge his arm with yours and look around the room, observing the people who have come to look at your art.

“Name’s Tommy, Tommy DeVito.”

“Nice to meet you Tommy Tommy DeVito. You wanna take me out for drinks or a meal or something?”

“When?” He asks, a little taken aback by your upfrontness even though your demeanour was more submissive than domineering.

“Now would be good.”

“Don’t you wanna stay here? It is your show ain’t it?”

“The gallery will tell me if anyone buys anything. I’ve had enough of critics and collectors telling me how much they love my work to my face and then tearing it down behind my back.”

“Tell me who’s been doing that and I’ll beat ‘em up nice for you.”

“Black and blue. My favourite colour combo.” He takes your arm and walks out of the gallery with you, opening the car door for you before you slide in. He takes you to some dive bar down the street that has a queue out the front, but you and Tommy get inside immediately. The dim lighting and lack of art critics in the place are enough for you to fall I love with the place. Someone buys Tommy a bottle of red wine as soon as you sit down and immediately you know you and Tommy are gonna get along just fine. You stay at the bar talking and drinking and smoking with Tommy until the early hours of the morning, at which point he drives you home, expecting you to invite him in when he pulls up outside your apartment building.

“Put your arm out.” You tell him and rummage around in your bag. He looks skeptical but does as you say. You pull a pen out of your bag and then pull his sleeve up, writing your number on his arm.

“Call me later. I’ll be waiting Tommy Tommy DeVito.” You press two of your fingers to your lips and then press them to his cheek. You walk away to your apartment, letting your hips sway and leaving Tommy with a hard on. He goes straight to Henry’s diner to tell his friends about you.

“She’s a fucking bombshell I tell you. Dynamite. In that dress she was wearing with those red lips. I’m getting hard just thinking about her.”

“But she didn’t fuck you? You don’t go for that.” Henry comments and Tommy scoffs at him.

“Not in a one nighter, (Y/N) is wife material.”

“An artist isn’t exactly traditional for a gangsters wife.” Henry says.

“Neither is being the daughter of a made gangster.” Jimmy chimes in.

“Yeah well her dad is dead, what’s he gonna do get out of his grave and beat my ass? I don’t fucking think so. She knows the business. What’s not perfect about that? Picked me for a gangster right away.”

“Who’d you say her dad was?” Jimmy asks.

“Old Tony (Y/L/N).”

“Fuck me. He was a big time. You better watch out for this (Y/N). Something tells me she’s gonna be busting your balls.”

“Busting my balls? I ain’t never heard anything so stupid!” Tommy laughs but deep down he knew you would bust his balls, and you would be much more difficult to keep happy than the usual wives. A month past and during that month you and Tommy saw each other practically every day. You were almost inseparable, but still, and to Tommy’s annoyance, no sex. You two kissed, and kissed a lot, and you let him feel you up on many occasions, which you knew left him rock hard, but you wanted to be sure you were able to keep him around without the sex. You were looking for husband material after all. He’d come visit you at the studio he rented out for you and watch you paint in his spare time, and take you out for dinner or drinks at least three times a week, but still you hadn’t met any of his friends. He wanted to make sure you wouldn’t embarrass him by pushing him around in front of his friends and colleagues, and he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t embarrass himself by bringing some fancy artist type in to meet his friends and colleagues, talking about how you were his girl, his future wife. Today thought, when Tommy rang you at your studio to say hello you were determined to meet them. I mean you’d already met his mother for god sakes, but not his friends? A little ball busting never hurt nobody.

“What are you doing today Tommy?” You ask and twirl the cord to your phone around your finger.

“Just attending to some business baby.”

“You at that restaurant you always hang at?”

“Why do you wanna know?” He asks sceptically.

“No reason baby, no reason at all.” You try to play it off.

“I’ll talk to you later baby, okay? Stay safe for me. Don’t kill nobody who don’t need to be killed.”

“Okay baby, okay. I’ll talk to you later you sexy bitch.” He whispers into the phone.

You laugh and hang up the phone, biting your bottom lip, heat rising in your stomach. Even if you didn’t want to meet his friends so bad you desperately needed to see Tommy. Maybe today was the day you finally give Tommy what he had been so desperately waiting for. You pack up your brushes and try to wipe the paint off of your clothes and hands before getting changed and fixing yourself up. You grab your bag and a container of almond cookies you baked earlier, and head out the door, walking briskly toward a deli down the road from your studio, ordering four subs. Once you had the food you begin to walk toward Henry’s restaurant. You saunter in, donning your curve hugging denim jumpsuit.

“Hey baby.” You say and all three men turn around. All of their eyes almost pop out of their skulls.

“Well don’t get up, let me bring your lunch to you. I know we’re in a restaurant but I figured your cook could use a break.” You walk to the bar where they are seated and put the food and cookies in front of all of them.

“You’re (Y/N)?” Henry asks and looks you up and down before Tommy punches him in the arm.

“What are you doing here baby?” Tommy asks.

“I just wanted to see you, and I wanted to meet your friends. Don’t mind me, I know what goes on here. If you want me to go I can just drop the food off and get back to my art.” You offer to leave and Tommy shakes his head immediately.

“Get over here. You’re not going anywhere.” He entends his hand and you take it, walking around the bar and sitting in his lap. He lays a sloppy passionate kiss on your lips, taking your chin firmly in his hand. You kiss back and moan against his lips, and immediately he can tell you’re more in the mood than he had ever seen you.

“Eat up boys, if you’re hungry.” You say, not breaking eye contact with Tommy.

“Hold your horses baby, let me introduce you to my boys. This here is Jimmy Conway” he explains and you shake Jimmy’s hand with a smile. Handsome guy, you think, but not handsome enough to takw you away from Tommy.

“And this is Henry Hill, a real wise guy.” You shake his hand as well and then lay another kiss on Tommy’s lips before you get up and serve the three men, then yourself. You lean onto the counter as you eat your lunch, and watch the three men eat theirs, letting your cleavage show. As you’re all eating and talking and laughing, and Tommy is eyeing you greedily, some other wise guys come into Henry’s establishment, laughing and carrying on obnoxiously. As they see you wrap your mouth around your sandwich, bent over, cleavage showing, one of them decides to come around to your side of the bar, standing behind you and feeling you up. Tommy immediately jumps up, scrambling onto the bar and jumping on the man, wrapping his hands around his neck before he starts to punch him, and punch him hard. You’re shocked but Jimmy and Henry just look on, amused.

“Baby! Tommy! Stop stop!” You practically beg and try to pull him off of the man.

“He’s not worth the time and effort it would take to chop him up and dig a hole.” Somehow this convinces him to stop, and he breathes heavily as he stands over the man and looks back over to you. You move forward and punch the man once in the face as hard as you can, knocking him out but not killing him.

“You okay baby?” Tommy asks you, finally standing up straight, fixing his suit jacket and putting your face in his hands.

“I’m fine Tommy. Jesus your hand!” You say as you notice his bloody knuckle.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it (Y/N). Just come sit on daddy’s lap.” He moves back over to his seat and you do as he says, sitting on his lap and snuggling into his chest as he wraps his arms around you. The guys friends drag him out of the joint and the four of you are left alone again.

“I ain’t never letting anyone hurt you. I ain’t even letting anyone get close.” He tells you, still with anger in his voice, glaring at the guy being dragged out. You nod to him, knowing he really means it. Henry and Jimmy are shocked that you could stop Tommy from killing him, and impressed. They see that you two might be a good match for one another after all.

“I love you Tommy.” You whisper into his ear and place a soft kiss on his cheek. It’s the first time you’ve told him you love him since you met a month ago. Tommy smiles.

“I love you too baby girl, and don’t you ever forget it.” He pulls you closer and you sigh into him, closing your eyes. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in Tommy’s strong safe arms. Later he invited you to a poker game he is having with the boys and some other guys later that night.

“You want me to play?” You ask confused.

“Nah, just sit on my lap and give me little smutty kisses. Make all the other boys jealous.” He says and you laugh softly as you bite your bottom lip.

“That’s kind of a relief, I don’t know how to play poker anyway!” You say and Tommy laughs at you.

“Your father didn’t teach you?” He asks curiously.

“Poker seemed like his thing back in the day.”

“Well I was only ten when he died. Did you know him?”

“I saw him around, was introduced to him once or twice, but I didn’t really know him.”

You nod and sigh, pushing some pieces of hair out of Tommy’s face.

“Dad would’ve hated us going together. He would have killed you before you could even touch me.”

“Well I guess I’m lucky he’s not around then.” He says and feels you up, letting his hands roam from your hips to your breasts.

“I guess we both are.” You pause and think.

“You have to promise me you’re not gonna get whacked. I can’t deal with that.”

“Baby I’m not going anywhere, okay? Before long I’ll be made and then no one will be able to fuck with me. Not even you.” He laughs and you laugh with him.

“I’ll always be able to fuck with you, you crazy motherfucker.” You crash your lips into his, leaving him flustered and hard when you pull away, and get up so that him and those other wise guys can start their game. You sit around the bar for a bit whilst the men play around a table. You talk to the servers and to the chefs, and eventually you get slightly bored. You watch Tommy play, and his competitive nature and aggression are turning you on to no end. You’re dripping wet. You take your vodka and coke and walk over to the duke box, putting on Love Is Strange.

‘How do you call your lover boy

Come here, lover boy

And if he doesn't answer

Oh lover boy

And if he still doesn't answer

I simply say’

You mouthe Sylvia’s parts as you saunter over to the table, swaying your hips and dancing. Immediately you have caught the attention of all the men in the diner. You walk to Tommy and straddle his lap, then sing along with the record to him.

“Baby, oh baby, my sweet baby, you're the one.” You pause and lean into his ear, biting it before whispering into it.

“Let me go down on you Tommy? Like right now? I’m desperate for you.” You breathe out a shuddering breath and his eyes widen. He pulls you off of him and gets up, gripping your upper arm.

“Aye, what the fuck are you doing?” Henry asks and Tommy gives him a stare that could practically kill.

“Just save me a spot in the next round, okay?”

“Where the fuck are you going?” Henry asks and Tommy scoffs.

“Save me a fucking spot or I’ll shoot the lot of ya!” He yells and takes you into the back room which is filled with fur coats and guns and cash. You immediately get down on your knees, undoing Tommy’s belt painfully slowly.

“It turns me on when you yell like that.” You tell him, mouth painfully close to his clothed appendage.

“I’m gonna enjoy this.” He tells you, and you unzip him, taking his cock out of his pants. He’s bigger than you expected. The weight of him makes you moan in anticipation. He grabs your hair on the back of your head and pulls you down onto his cock. You moan as you begin to suck, bobbing your head up and down and hollowing out your cheeks, getting faster and harder with each movement. He throws his head back, letting out breathy grunts. They turn you on real bad and you start to grind yourself against your heals, moaning against his big heavy cock. A minute passes and he notices how turned on you are.

“You wet for me you dirty bitch?” He asks and you nod around his cock. He pushes you off and you look up to him, catching your breath.

“You want daddy to fuck you hard?” He asks. You nod again.

“Get up and get naked. Now!” He yells and it makes you shudder, then moan in pleasure. You obey him, unzipping your jumpsuit to reveal you’re wearing no underwear underneath, not even a pair of panties.

“You little slut.” He comments and lifts you up so you’re seated on the edge of a rectangular table which is adjacent to two walls. He opens your legs wide and puts two fingers inside of you.

“You’re dripping wet for me. Good girl.” He whispers greedily as he watched your expression change. Eyebrows furrowed and biting your lip you moan loudly, paying no mind to the men sitting just outside the door. Give them a show, you think to yourself. Why not? You want to make them jealous of your relationship with Tommy. He takes his fingers out once he makes you a moaning mess, licking them clean before entering you with his cock. You practically scream at the feeling of his large member filling you up. He begins to thrust and you’re reduced to a mess of whimpers, moans and fucks.

“Agh, daddy... unnhhhhh fuck. Fuck me Tommy! AGH! Fuck I’m close daddy. Mmm... MMMh. Tommy! Tommy! I’m almost there.” You exclaim and he leans down, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing.

“Come for me you bitch!” He yells in your face and that sends both you and him over the edge. You scream out, breathing heavy and uneven. He grunts as he buries his load deep in your pulsing pussy. After a moment he pulls out, tucking his cock back into his pants and doing them and his belt back up. He’s red in the face and extremely satisfied. You close your legs and groan at the feeling of your cockles pussy, only left with the feeling of his hot cum in you. Just the thought of that makes you moan again.

“Mmm, thank you Tommy. That was...” you sigh contentedly and brush some hair out of your face. “Fucking amazing.” Tommy smiles a satisfied grin.

“Wish you’d let me fuck you sooner.” He says and you shake your head.

“It wouldn’t have been that good if I had... I’m gonna talk to Paulie about getting you made, he owes me.” You get up and put your jumpsuit back on. Tommy helps you fix your hair before you walk back out into the diner, your cheeks flushed both from the amazing sex you just had and from the embarrassment of knowing what the men heard. Jimmy smiles at you and Tommy as you walk out, the rest of them glare in jealousy. You smile to Tommy and you sit back on his lap as he sits down to play the next round of poker.

“Hey Spider! Get me and my girl a drink!”

#goodfellas #goodfellas fanfic #joe pesci fanfic #joe pesci x reader #tommy devito #tommy devito fanfic #tommy devito x reader #joe pesci #goodfellas fanfiction #joe pesci fanfiction #tommy devito fanfiction

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years

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Yours Truly [Part Three]

Summary: As the summer continues, Chris and Sadie bond over his ex-wife’s refusal to see Layla for her birthday. Pairing: Chris Pratt x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC Word Count: 1595 Warnings: Mentions of divorce and abandonment. A/N: This fic was previously posted on my multi-fandom account; in honor of OC Appreciation Day, I figured I would queue it all up for your reading pleasure throughout the day! This was a collab with @captain-s-rogers , and I will link her chapters at the end of all of my posts! Some GIFs were difficult to find again, so if there’s no credit, they’re from Google Image Search or from the original post.

June 12

Caroline,

My dear friend … you already sound like you’ve got it bad for this guy!! D.C. sounds amazing so definitely keep telling me about that, and the campaign, but don’t spare me on the tabloid-esque details, either!

Kidding, of course. I know you’re a professional, but don’t let that stop you from having a little fun while you’re out there — hmm, speaking of fun, no mention of Charlie in your first couple of letters. I want those details, too, missy.

Farm life has improved from that first day. Chris is warming up to me, I think, and I already can’t picture life without Layla in it. That little girl is going places, C, I’m telling you! Teaching her is more fun than work, and that’s on top of the fun we have throughout the rest of the day. I hate to break it to you, but I think I got the better deal this summer. No offense to your campaign of course ;)

Layla wants to sign her name at the bottom, as we have been practicing that. I’ve shown her pictures of you, and told her about your job. Chris and I watched the CNN bit, and Layla snuck out of bed — she can’t believe my best friend is working with the man on the TV!

I’ll send pictures of the farm and Layla with my next letter. Once little miss writes her name, we will be heading to town to get some fabric for her birthday dress — I made the mistake of telling her that my aunts used to make me dresses when I was younger and taught me how. We’ll see if I remember how to do this.

Yours truly,

Sadie

After Layla carefully etched out her name at the bottom of Sadie’s letter to Caroline, Sadie folded the page and put it in the envelope. She let Layla lick the adhesive, laughing at the girl’s nose crinkling in reaction to the bitter taste.

“Okay, letter’s in my purse, your daddy put your seat in my car … let’s see if we can find him and let him know we’re leaving,” Sadie suggested.

Chris was easy enough to find, sweaty and smiling at the girls’ presence. Just as she had told Caroline, Chris seemed to be warming up to Sadie. She figured it had been difficult to invite another woman into his home to care for his daughter, and Sadie chalked his initial attitude towards her up to that.

After looking at a few sewing patterns, Sadie found one that Layla liked, and even found one for herself. They combed through the bolts of different fabrics and, after Sadie convinced Layla that yes, flannel was so soft but not good for a summer dress, found a breathable cotton in Layla’s favorite shade of pink. Sadie took a little longer to look for her own fabric, finally settling on a creamy-colored cotton with a vintage floral design. They made their purchases, then headed over to the grocery store to get a few things for supper that evening.

“Adie, how many days till my birfday?” Layla asked on the trek back home.

Sadie mentally counted the days until July 1st. “About eighteen, sweetie. Almost three weeks.”

“That’s forever!” Layla whined.

Sadie chuckled. “It’ll go by before you know it. Besides, I’ve got to have time to make your dress.”

The child grew quiet in the backseat. Sadie hummed quietly, not daring to turn on the radio, as Layla would be talking again soon enough.

“Adie?”

She decided then and there she never wanted Layla to get her name right. “Yes?”

“Do you think my mama will come back for my birfday? She been gone a long time.”

Sadie’s heart broke. She had heeded Chris’s warning that Layla might bring up the subject of his ex-wife, but it had been a couple of weeks now, and nothing had been said. She could hear the tears in Layla’s voice, so she waited the couple of minutes until they were parked back in front of the house. She got Layla down from her seat and crouched in front of the small girl.

“Sometimes mommies and even daddies have to figure out how to be the best mommies and daddies they can be, Layla, so they go away for a while. Just like it seems like eighteen days is a long time till your birthday, I know it seems like she’s been gone forever, huh?” Layla nodded; a tear slipped down her cheek. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Your mama is just trying to do what’s best for you.”

“What if she never comes back?” Layla cried.

Sadie couldn’t help it; she picked Layla up, resting the child’s head on her shoulder. “Then, as sad as it is, it just means that the best thing she can do for you is leave you here with your daddy.”

Layla nodded against Sadie’s shoulder but didn’t stop crying. Sadie held her until she quieted, realizing a few minutes later the child had fallen asleep. After putting Layla in her bed for an afternoon nap, she brought in the groceries and the purchases from the sewing store.

No doubt this would break Chris’s heart too, but Sadie knew she would have to tell him about the conversation with Layla.

After supper, Sadie asked Chris to talk with her in the kitchen while Layla played with her toys in the living room and out of earshot. While she loaded the dishwasher, she quietly recounted her conversation with Layla about her mother coming back for her birthday.

“Damn it,” Chris muttered under his breath. He realized what he had said and checked to see that Layla hadn’t heard him curse. “Honestly, Sadie, she hasn’t talked to me about her mother once since you came. I don’t expect you to fix me or my daughter, but having you here has really been a blessing for us. Guess I was too hopeful about what that blessing meant.”

Sadie pushed the button to start the dishwasher before facing Chris. “I know it’s hard, for both of you, but you can’t just sweep it under the rug. Layla hasn’t talked to you about your ex-wife, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t talk to her about it — or at least let her know that she can talk to you about it. Maybe she needs to you to tell her that your love for her is bigger than your sadness over your wife leaving.”

Chris stared in Sadie’s direction for a few seconds before sucking on his teeth and giving a nod. Picking his mobile up from the counter, he asked Sadie to keep Layla inside for a while. He was out the front door before Sadie could answer him.

They had been playing for several minutes before they heard Chris yelling outside. Layla looked up at Sadie with wide eyes.

“Daddy’s mad.”

Sadie let out a sigh. “Go play in your room, sweetie.”

Layla did as she was told, and Sadie waited for her to disappear down the hall before stepping onto the front porch. Chris was standing at the bottom of the porch steps, shaking his head at the conversation.

“Em, it’s her birthday. She’s asking for you!” He paused, catching Sadie’s eye before quickly looking away. “I don’t need you back here for me. If you wanna run off with some big city accountant, that’s your business, but don’t leave your daughter in the dust without at least explaining to her. She’s four years old, but she’s gonna know you abandoned her!”

A couple of seconds later, he dropped the phone from his ear and kicked at the sidewalk that led up to the house.

“She hung up?” Sadie guessed.

Chris nodded. “She’s gonna be in Cancun for the first week of July. Won’t be able to come back for Layla’s birthday.”

Sadie pursed her lips and held back her anger. How could anyone leave behind a child as sweet as Layla, and not look back? Or a man as willing to work hard to love and support his family as Chris?

That last thought took her by surprise; Sadie quickly dismissed it and promised Chris that she would make sure Layla had the best birthday any five-year-old could ask for.

“I know I’m not her mom, but I can try my best.”

Chris smiled, coming up the steps. “I know you will. You’re really amazing with her, and she adores you, Sadie. I was serious when I said it was a blessing that you came to us.”

Sadie blushed and bit the inside of her cheek. He stopped two steps down, putting him right at eye level with her. “Well, you know, just doing my job. Layla’s easy to love.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something, seemed to think better of it, and shook his head instead. “We’ll find out what Layla wants for her birthday, and make it happen, the two of us. She’ll have no shortage of love that day. With any luck, she won’t even remember Emily’s gone.”

Sadie nodded, then something occurred to her. “When’s your birthday?”

Chris looked a little surprised by her question, but answered it anyway. “The twenty-first.”

“Maybe we’ll do something special for you, too,” Sadie smiled, somewhat teasing.

As she turned back in the house, she didn’t see Chris staring after her, wondering at the flutterings of his heart – not for the first time – when it came to the woman who had come to teach and care for his daughter.

Part Four

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maluminspace · 5 years

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Rollercoasters and Romance

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Calum Hood

Word Count: 2337

Requested: by @honeyedlashton for spooky!sos 2019

Trigger Warnings: mild panic/fear of heights

A/N: I’ve missed writing these soft boys! I hope you like this, lovely! 💗

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During their previous five dates, Michael and Calum had discovered a fair bit about each other. They’d discussed their jobs, their interests and how they both secretly loved their mutual friends, even if when they do potentially disastrous things such as set their buddies up on blind dates...

Luckily for Luke and Ashton, their friends had gotten along perfectly. Michael and Calum’s first date had been just the start of a promising string of pleasant evenings out and even a couple lovely lunchtime dates when their work breaks coincided.

Tonight was set to be their most fun date yet. Having discovered that their town’s Halloween Festival had been a highlight for them both separately before they’d known each other, Michael and Calum were excited to enjoy it together this year.

The slightly younger man had even dyed his hair blue for this special occasion. Thankfully, Michael loved it, having enthusiastically expressed how it made Calum look really ‘punk’.

The familiar smells of hot dogs, candy floss and popcorn filled the chilly air around them. The excited laughter and shrieks from the thrill seekers on the various rides made Calum smile as he instinctively took Michael’s hand. He didn’t really notice the way that Michael’s cheeks heated in a blush, he was too busy deciding which game he should try to win his date a prize on.

Just as the slightly younger man decided that he’d probably be best at the game where you had to pop the balloons with darts, a familiar voice distracted him.

“You’re here!” Luke yelled excitedly. “I was hoping we’d run into you!”

Calum turned to face his friends. Luke was cuddled close to Ashton’s side, the older man’s arm draped casually around the younger’s shoulders.

“Hey!” Michael beamed, obviously happy to see their friends. “I’m glad you did! Calum was just deciding what game he wanted to play.”

Ashton’s eyes sparkled with mischief and a shiver of dread ran down Calum’s spine. His older friend was the only other person in the world who knew that tonight was supposed to be a little more than ‘just another date.’

“I can help him decide!” Ashton grinned, “why don’t you two grab us some warm drinks whilst we see which stalls have the best prizes?”

Michael seemed reluctant to leave Calum’s side but Luke was apparently eager to gossip with him; probably about how the date was going so far.

“That’s a great idea!” The youngest friend smiled. “C’mon, Mike! Let’s grab some warm cider or those got chocolates with the marshmallows on top!”

Despite his initial reluctance, Michael agreed and pecked a shy kiss to Calum’s cheek before he was dragged off into the crowd by the excited six foot plus child that was Luke Hemmings.

“So you haven’t asked him yet?” Ashton questioned the moment the other two men were out of earshot.

“Of course not!” Calum scoffed, hoping his disgruntled tone would hide his nerves. “We only just got here... If he says no, it’ll ruin the whole night!”

Ashton rolled his eyes. “He’s not gonna day no, Cal. The dude talks about nothing other than you when you’re not there!”

Calum’s heart melted a little in his chest at the thought of Michael discussing his feelings for him with their friends when he wasn’t around.

“He’s a bit of an old romantic, though.” Ashton smirked, “I think he’d like the moment to be really memorable.”

The blue haired man raised a questioning eyebrow. “Well I was gonna win him something before I asked, that’s romantic, right?”

Ashton scrunched up his nose in distaste. “There’s a difference between romantic and cheesy, Cal.” He reprimanded, “I have a better idea...”

There was something about his friend’s calculating tone and the way his eyes scanned their surroundings, that made Calum dread what he was about to say.

After a moment or two, Ashton’s hazel eyes lit up like he’d found the solution to the problem Calum didn’t even knew he had.

“The rollercoaster!” Ashton smirked, pointing enthusiastically at the humongous metal death trap at the centre of the fairground. “It’s Michael’s favourite! You should ask him on that...”

A lump of genuine fear rose in Calum’s throat as he looked up at the rollercoaster in question. He fucking hated heights and Ashton knew that.

“Go on!” Ashton urged excitedly, “you can forget about your fear for a few minutes can’t you?” He asked. “Especially when you’ll be making your soon-to-be-boyfriend so happy.”

Calum wanted to protest but before he could, Michael and Luke returned. They were empty handed, though, which slightly confused him.

“The queue was too long!” Luke pouted, “we’d have missed you two too much if we’d waited that long.”

Michael dropped his gaze like he was trying not express how much he agreed with the younger man.

“That’s okay!” Ashton grinned. “Cal and I were just discussing how much we wanted to ride the rollercoaster!”

Before anyone had time to respond, the eldest friend began to wade through the crowd towards Calum’s worst nightmare.

“You like rollercoasters?” Michael asked, his tone a little tentative.

Not wanting to sound like a wuss in front of the man he hoped would be his official boyfriend by the end of the night, Calum simply nodded. “Love ‘em...” He really hoped is lie wasn’t obvious as he took Michael’s hand again, not wanting to lose him in the crowd.

It was difficult for the other three to keep up with Ashton’s lightning pace but they just about managed it.

A small wave of relief washed over calum as the huge line for the rollercoaster came into view. “Ah, the queue’s too long, Ash...” Calum said, feigning disappointment as best he could. “I don’t want to waste the whole night in one line.”

It seemed as though Michael was about to speak, his pink lips parting deliberately before Ashton cut across him. “No need to worry about that, mate!” He grinned. “I know the guy working this ride tonight, he said he’d let us skip the line!”

The glimmer of hope that he might have escaped this terrible fate flickered out, as though it was nothing more than a tiny candle flame in a harsh breeze.

“Yay!” Luke cheered, clapping his huge hands like an excited toddler before tugging Ashton’s arm impatiently. “You really are the best, Ash!”

Ashton smiled smugly, wrapping an arm casually around Luke’s shoulders. “Thanks, babe...”

Several excuses flew through Calum’s brain as he searched for a way out of this. He tried not to look at Michael in the process, worried that his date would see how terrified he was.

“Do you really love rollercoasters like this?” Michael asked. His voice sounded strained as though he was trying hard to keep some other emotion at bay. Calum automatically assumed that the concealed feeling was that of excitement, given Ashton’s comment from a few minutes ago.

“Yeah... Can’t get enough of ‘em!” The blue haired man lied. He really hated lying to Michael, especially so early on in their relationship.

“Great...” Michael said, his voice sounding a little small, scared almost...

Calum knew he was probably just imagining it because of his own hidden fears.

As they approached the front of the queue, Calum leaned a little closer to Ashton so that only his eldest friend could hear him. “This coaster is too fucking high, Ash!” He hissed quietly. “I can’t do it!”

Ashton gave an exaggerated pout. “Not even for lover boy...”

“Wait...” Luke interrupted, a confused frown creasing his handsome face. “Michael’s coming on the rollercoaster too? But he...”

“Of course I’m coming, Luke!” Michael chimed in, curling into Calum’s side like he was cold or something. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Ashton looked so proud of himself as he turned away from the group to talk to the young guy manning the entrance to the ride.

A slightly concerned expression crossed Luke’s face as he pulled Michael to one side.

Slightly confused, Calum hung back not wanting to intrude on what was clearly meant to be a private conversation.

Trying to distract himself, Calum turned his attention to Ashton who was still talking to the guy at the entrance to the ride.

After a brief, seemingly cheerful conversation, Ashton turned back to beckon the rest of the group through to the boarding area.

Calum could feel his heart beating much faster than it usually did as he reluctantly followed his friend beneath the huge sign onto the little platform. “I’ll never forgive you for this!” He hissed into Ashton’s ear just before Luke and Michael joined them.

The eldest friend simply smirked, pulling his boyfriend into a one armed hug as the rollercoaster train clattered into the platform area.

Calum chanced a glance at Michael for the first time since they’d decided to ride the rollercoaster. The blonde looked a little paler than usual and his hands seemed to be trembling a little bit. The blue haired man was more than a little confused by this, surely if Michael loved rollercoasters as much as Ashton said he did, he’d show more signs of excitement than fear.

“C’mon!” Ashton grinned, “you two can go right at the front.”

Michael shook his head, his green eyes glittering with some emotion that definitely wasn’t excitement. When he realised Calum was watching him, the blonde painted a false smile onto his face as he said “no, I insist that you two go at the front.”

It looked for a moment, as though Ashton was going to argue, but Luke pulled him towards the front cart. The youngest friend was obviously eager to be at the very front and Calum was glad of it.

If he didn’t know better, Calum would say that Michael looked like he could puke at any second. He pretty much looked how Calum felt.

“You really love rides like this, huh?” Michael asked, his jaw clenched as he stared at the little cart in front of him like it would be the death of him.

“Of course he does!” Ashton interrupted. “Get in, already! People are getting impatient.

Luke swivelled round in his seat to face them. “It’s okay... you can get off if you want.”

Ashton rolled his eyes. “Don’t be silly! Sit down, let’s go!”

Michael swallowed hard as he gingerly dropped into the seat behind Luke. “This is the scariest thing I’ve ever done for anyone...” he said quietly, a tiny smile turning up the corners of his lips.

“What?” Calum asked as he anxiously sat down next to his date. “Ashton said you loved rollercoasters!”

Before Michael could reply, the bars in front of them dropped over their laps. The guy on the platform gave the person in the little control booth a thumbs up and a loud beep sounded before the tracks below them clinked into action.

“I don’t know why he’d tell you that!” Michael said, green eyes wide with fear. “I hate heights! Like I’m legitimately terrified right now.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Calum growled, almost forgetting his own fear in favour of trying to soothe Michael’s. “He knows I hate heights too! I was only doing this because he told me you loved it!”

A tiny glimmer of something that wasn’t the fear of certain death, glinted in Michael’s eye as he clung to the bar in front of him so hard his knuckles turned white almost instantly. “Permission to cut him out of our lives for good if we survive this?” Michael laughed humourlessly.

“Definitely...” Calum agreed, covering Michael’s hand with his own, even though letting go of the bar in front of him scared him more than he cared to admit. Somehow his need to take care of Michael outweighed his own fear.

The blue haired man was vaguely aware of the ground disappearing below him. He swallowed hard as he tried to focus on Michael’s face and tune out the constant clicking of the tracks under his feet, carrying the cart higher and higher into the night sky.

Michael’s scared little whimper as he scooted as close to Calum as possible forced the slightly younger man into action. He had to do something to distract them both. “Do you wanna know why we ended up here?” He asked, trying to keep his voice even.

The blonde closed his eyes, tensing against Calum’s side. “Did you really do it because you thought I loved this stuff?” He asked, forcing himself to take deep breaths.

“There’s a little more to the story, actually.” Calum confessed, tightening his fingers around Michael’s hand. “He told me this was how you’d like me to ask you to...” he closed his eyes for a moment, feeling nauseous at the sight of the flashing lights on other rides disappearing below them. “Officially be my boyfriend...”

“You want me to me to be your boyfriend?” Michael asked, the fear in his voice was barely an echo beneath the surprise and what Calum really hoped was happiness.

Opening his eyes, the slightly younger man nodded. “I was waiting until tonight because I wanted it to be a special memory, y’know? Something we can smile about every year on our anniversary.”

Michael’s pale face lit up as he leaned forward to peck a kiss to the end of Calum’s nose. “You’re going to be the sweetest boyfriend I’ve ever had.” He smiled genuinely.

“Is that a yes?” Calum asked, needing the confirmation. His heart was beating erratically in his chest with excitement more than fear as the blonde nodded his confirmation.

“I say you take me back to your place so we can celebrate the second we’re back on solid ground.” Michael suggested with a nervous laugh.

“Consider it done, baby.” Calum replied, bracing himself as the very front of the train reached the highest peak of the track. All that he could do now was hope that he didn’t cry too hard in front of his new boyfriend.

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Break His Heart - Harrison Osterfield

Summary: It seemed simple in the moment: complete a task, gain monetary reward... But in reality? Breaking a stranger’s heart is about to get a whole lot more complicated than you’d bargained for...

Word count: 6.4k (lads we’re going on a journey together pls buckle up)

Warnings: Bit of swearing, heavy on the angst, heavy on the fluff. Talks of sexual activity, but nothing detailed. Bish bash bosh.

A/N: So! This is crazy! I subconsciously channelled some serious PLL/A vibes as I wrote this, but promise it shouldn’t get as cringey as that show lmao. Is this the most fun I’ve had writing all year? You betcha. I’ve never written for Harrison before, so I’m actually bloody terrified that the work I put into this is going to go unread, so please... Read, reblog, comment... I’m dying to hear some responses to this!

This was written as my contribution to @spxderbarnes ‘ writing challenge! My theme was money, and I honestly had the best time writing this. Thanks so much for hosting such a fun challenge Em! Hope ya like this <3

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It’s a bad idea. You know it’s a bad idea.

It’s unfair. Manipulative. Completely despicable. You know you shouldn’t, yet…

“A hundred quid?!” You echo, eyes wide. You can feel your pulse quicken just from the thought of having that extra cash in your bank account. “Are you… Are you sure?”

The girl nods. You can’t really make out the features of her face, but you know she’s blonde, about six foot tall, and called Freya. She pulled you aside a little earlier in the night, started feeding you shots, and now you’re here; hustled together in the back corner of the club, speaking in hushed shouts. Your mind is fuzzy, but you can understand what she’s asking all the same.

“One hundred pounds,” she confirms, grinning slyly. “All you have to do is break his heart. If you do a good job, I might be tempted to increase it.”

Oh, now she’s really got you hooked.

“And he’s that one in the corner?” You check, turning slightly. With a hand, you gesture loosely to the other side of the club where there’s a group of lads standing together, laughing hysterically over something unimportant. The man in question wears a red varsity jacket, has a coiffed blond quiff, and every time he moves, the rings wrapped around his fingers glint beneath the strobe light.

“Harrison,” she confirms, spitting the name through pursed lips. She releases a noise that sounds a little like a hiss. “Can you do it?”

You nod slowly, thoughts swirling through your mind. You’re not a mean person - not by any means - but the thought of that extra money…

“Yeah, I’ll do it. Just… Why?”

Freya’s eyes betray nothing as she offers you her hand. “Doesn’t matter.”

You wrap your fingers in hers, ignoring the whirring sirens pounding through your head. Her grip is warm and firm as you shake on it, and when you pull away, your heart feels considerably heavier.

“I’ll text you in the morning,” she says, voice cool. “You have a month.”

And before you have time to let your doubts manifest further, she slips away, sashaying across and out of the club in a bright red dress. As she goes, you notice the way Harrison turns to stare at her, his eyes following her as a shadow of regret travels across his face. She slips out a moment later, and as if realising he’s the subject of an incredibly inquisitive stare, Harrison turns and spots you, your eyes meeting for a brief moment before you turn away, embarrassed.

His gaze stays on you for a moment. When you look back, you catch the end of it, and watch as his expression stays blank, unyielding, dismissive, before he turns away and goes back to his friends. You can’t help but frown.

Maybe seducing Harrison is going to be harder than you’d first imagined…

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The following morning you wake to a flurry of texts and a heart full of regret. Top of them all is Freya, her texts causing you to groan loudly.

Freya: Harrison always goes out on a Wednesday morning to the cafe on Parker Street. I think you should go there when you wake up. Freya: Just in case you’re thinking of backing out, remember we shook on it. £100 is yours if you last the month. Freya: I want a big, dramatic breakup too. He needs to be destroyed.

You look at your room, noting the peeling wallpaper, dirty carpet stains and heaps of old clothes stacked in piles. Guilt mixes with regret, but you know you can’t back out; not only did you agree to do it, but you need the money. Your bank account has £1.12, with rent due again at the end of the month. You can’t miss up an opportunity like this, not as a broke university student drowning in student loans.

So it’s with much reluctance that you get up and pull on some clean clothes, grab a quick breakfast bar, and vault out of your flat, beginning the short walk to the café a few streets away. It’s a busy January morning, the air holding a sharp bite of cold, so you’re relieved to push yourself into the café and feel the swell of warm air wash over you. You flex your fingers as you get into the queue, finishing up prodding your frozen cheeks as you try to get your circulation moving again.

Thankfully fate seems to be on your side this morning. Just as you’re going up to collect your tea, you look around and see Harrison nestled away in a corner booth, a large laptop set up on the wooden table. You startle, somehow not expecting to see him, and feel a bunch of nerves take hold of your body. You wrap your shaking fingers around your tea and attempt to put them aside as you slowly walk towards him, knowing the sweet promise of £100 lies in your ability to hit it off after this first conversation.

He looks up as you approach, pale blue eyes meeting yours. An instinctive smile twitches over your lips as you gesture at the free seat across from him.

“Hey,” you start, stumbling over your words a little, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

His eyes sweep the rest of the café, no doubt taking in the multiple free tables. A beat passes, and then much to your surprise and imminent relief, he nods. His mouth returns the quiet grin. “Yeah, ‘course.” He reaches out and moves stacks of paper aside, the glint of his ring catching your eye. “I’m Harrison.”

You slip down into the seat, giving him your best welcoming smile. “Y/N,” you reply. You feel your heartbeat slow as he closes his laptop, giving you his undivided attention. Going by the open inquisition in his eyes, he doesn’t seem to remember you from the night before.

“What brings you here then, Y/N?” He asks, voice smooth. He runs a hand through his loose blond curls, tongue slipping out to wetten his lower lip, and for the first time, you find yourself thinking that he looks cute.

“A friend recommended it to me,” you explain. You pause to take a quick sip of your tea. “It’s lovely here.” You gesture at the large windows, vintage furniture, and end with a cheeky wave in his direction. “So many different things to look at.”

Harrison’s eyes glint with amusement as he laughs, the rich sound bouncing around the room. “It’s a lot nicer since you walked in,” he replies, causing you to giggle. A warm silence envelopes you both, until, “Right, I’m going to go get another coffee.” He ambles up slowly, a large grey hoodie drowning out his figure. He meets your eyes, and the intensity you find in them causes a shiver to travel down your spine. “Don’t go anywhere, please,” he adds, voice softer.

You nod and he walks off to join the queue, occasionally looking back at you to smile or wave.

Just from that, you can tell you’ve had partial success. He’s hooked, and it’s only been a few minutes. Now you just have to reel him in…

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It goes well. Really well. Your meeting at the coffee shop morphs into a walk around your local park before ending back at the cafe, the both of you chatting like old friends - or, if you include the flirting in your evaluation, old lovers.

You end up walking down the street towards your flat, your arm nudging against Harrison’s, with real butterflies racing in your heart. For the past few hours, you’ve forgotten your objective: to seduce him before breaking his heart; you’ve simply been living in the moment, and now you’re realising that he’s actually the type of guy you’d go for.

Your breath crystallises in the air as you move beside him, edging closer and closer to your flat. When you reach it, you can’t help but frown, disappointed that your time with Harrison has come to an end. You feel like you were just beginning to know him.

“Right,” you murmur, stilling by the entrance. You look at Harrison, a smile on your face. “This is me. Thanks so much for bringing me back.”

He’s close to you - really close - still wearing that grey hoodie and a pair of dark-washed jeans. A teasing smile lies over his lips as he tilts his head a little to the side, eyes alight with mischief.

“Not gonna say goodbye, love?”

And you laugh, but move closer. A moment of hesitation takes you, only to be washed away when his hands wrap around your waist and he tugs you closer, his body heat seeping through you. Your hands move up, fingers nestling in his curls, and before you know it, you’ve got your lips on his, moving slowly, testingly. He pushes back, deepening the kiss, and though it’s brief, his lips are warm and wet and lovely.

You dive in for a quick peck of his cheek before moving back, face warming considerably as he watches you move towards the large entrance doors, winking obviously.

“Call me!” He hollers after you.

“Will do!”

And then you’re inside, hurrying up to your flat before you can turn back and make a fool of yourself. As soon as you’re back within the safety of your place, you flop down on your sofa and immediately whip out your phone, opening a conversation with Freya.

Y/N: I don’t think I can do this. Harrison’s a good guy, I don’t want to hurt him.

Plus, you’re kinda hoping you can have a relationship with him. It’s only been a few hours, but you know already that he’s someone you could have a great time with.

You only have to wait thirty seconds for a response.

Freya: You don’t know him like I do. Trust me, he’s not a good person. You agreed to this tho, Y/N. I’ll put it up to £200 if I have to.

It’s as if pound signs flash in front of your eyes as you stare at the number, your gaze then moving back to the broken coffee table in front of you. Fuck, you really need that cash…

What’s one boy, anyway? So what if you have a spark with Harrison? There have been people before him, and there will be people after too. It’s not like you need to have him, longterm.

Y/N: Fine. I’ll follow it through. I’m not happy with this tho.

Freya: Good.

And then you quickly delete the conversation and open a new one with Harrison. As you settle into easy conversation with him, you focus on pushing the guilt from your heart.

It’s not technically lying to him, right? You do like him - your heart does flutter a little whenever your phone buzzes with a new text; you did want to kiss him, and you did enjoy it. You can still have a real relationship with him, it’ll just have an invisible timer strapped to the end of it. There’s nothing wrong with that... Right?

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Three weeks later you’re over at Harrison’s, and as you stare at the ceiling of his bedroom, recovering your breath, you know you’re absolutely fucked.

It’s spiralled. Everything has spiralled. Your heart, your feelings, your relationship… Fuck. You’ve really messed up.

The bedroom door opens and closes with a soft click, disrupting your thoughts. “Here’s some water,” Harrison greets, voice smooth. He’s wearing a pair of sweats, his sculpted upper half bare and glistening from the warm light of his bedside lamp. His hair lies messily over his skull, his eyes soft and gentle, and he helps you up as you sit up against his headboard, pulling sheets around your naked form.

“Thank you,” you whisper, taking a long sip from the glass. Once you’ve drained it, you put it down on a coaster and reach for your discarded t-shirt, pulling that over your head before Harrison can see anymore of you.

Speaking of the man that’s worked your heart into knots, he’s sat on the end of your bed, watching you with a large grin on his face. “Are you alright?” He asks, scratching his jaw with his slender fingers. “Did you- I guess, did you have a good time?”

You grin lazily, nodding along. “I had a great time.” And you did. You really did.

He was kind and warm and gentle, taking his time to make sure you were well looked after. You felt seen - for the first time in months, it felt as though someone actually saw you and decided they cared for you, and he made you feel really fucking nice. It also felt nice, and now it’s as though your body is overcome with a gentle tingling warmth, and a need to burrow your way into his arms and stay there forever.

Harrison’s a great guy. Truly. Amazing.

Which is why the fact you have to break things off in a week for money is not exactly sitting well with you.

“I’m so glad,” he murmurs, voice quiet. He begins to move up the bed, expression warm. “Can I come up here?”

You shuffle a little to the side, patting the warm spot invitingly. Harrison moves up, and the both of you end up laying down, the lamp flickering off until it’s just you, Harrison, and a darkened room. He begins to speak quietly, his hushed tones driving the dagger further into your heart.

“You know… When I met you the other week, I wasn’t sure where this was going to go, but I never thought we’d end up here.” His hand slips beneath the duvet, catching yours. He links your fingers together and squeezes gently. “But I- And I don’t want to scare you or come on too strongly, or anything, because I know it hasn’t really been that long, love, just-” He pauses, laughing quietly. “I like you, Y/N. A whole lot more than I’d bargained for when you first sat down at my table.”

And you smile sadly because you feel exactly the same. You’d seen the promise of £100 in Harrison’s eyes, but now you can see months and years of happiness in his heart. You can see your relationship progressing, and progressing, and progressing, and-

You can’t do this anymore.

“Is my phone just there?” You mumble, momentarily disregarding all that Harrison’s said. He fumbles for a moment before passing you the device. “Thank you.”

Y/N: I’m not doing this anymore. You can keep the money, it’s not worth it.

You put your phone down before rolling back over, pushing your way into Harrison’s arms and pressing a kiss to his collarbones. You drag your lips over his skin, a smile growing as he chuckles, his arms going to hold your waist.

“I like you a lot too,” you mumble against his skin. You tilt your head and blink up at him, the darkness obscuring all but his lazy grin. Your lips find his and you kiss him until your heart feels warmer.

Your phone bings, disrupting your thoughts.

Freya: You promised. You can’t back out now. Freya: But if you’re determined, I guess it’ll still hurt him to know you only started going out with him for money.

You feel your blood run cold.

“Do you, uh, know someone called Freya?” You ask. Because it’s been playing on your mind for a while, really; why does she want to hurt Harrison? What happened between them that was so intense it forged a path of darkness in her heart?

He stills, halting the circles he was drawing on your lower back. “Yeah.” He sounds harder. “She’s my ex.”

You feel your jaw slacken. “Oh…”

“She thought I cheated on her, but I wouldn’t ever do that to someone.” His voice clips around the edges, his hot breath landing on your forehead. “She took some texts completely out of context and blew up before I could explain them.” He pauses, sighing. “It was a very messy breakup.”

A month ago, you might’ve been inclined to believe Freya: you did, in fact, when she’d looked you in the eyes and told you Harrison deserved to have his heart broken. And it makes sense now: she’d been hurt by him, and wanted him to feel an ounce of that heartache. But that’s wrong.

Anger flares in your chest.

Y/N: You need to move on. This isn’t healthy.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” you whisper, picking up one of Harrison’s hands. You play with his fingers. “She doesn’t sound very nice.”

“No, she wasn’t, in the end.” He brings your hand to his mouth and leaves a soft kiss to the back of it. “‘S alright now, though. I’ve moved on, found someone… Someone really special. That’s all in the past now.”

You hum quietly.

Freya: I will.

Freya: But I’m still going to tell him.

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A tantalising few weeks follow.

Freya ignores your texts and calls, leaving you completely in the dark over her next actions. You’re left an anxious mess, terrified that every text is going to be one from her, lording her power over your head, or one from Harrison, his words seething as he curses you out for playing with his heart.

And you know you should tell him. Of course you should tell him. But actually opening your mouth, looking him in the eye and telling him that you only gave him a second look because of a bribe is too hard; you know Harrison well enough now to recognise that his pride is strong and his head firm. He won’t appreciate learning about this - especially given the fact that it’s been six weeks and you’ve had ample opportunity to fess up.

You can’t tell him. Not after all this time. Maybe not ever.

Harrison: I’m outside. You coming?

You look down at your screen, sighing loudly. After responding affirmatively, you snatch one final glance in the mirror and smooth down your dress. It’s one of Harrison’s friend’s birthdays today, and you were invited as Harrison’s plus one to go out clubbing with the group. You spent hours getting ready, yet still you feel something off in the air. You pout at your reflection, trying to isolate what it is that’s wrong about the atmosphere, but you can’t quite put a finger on it.

After shrugging on a large jacket and grabbing your bag, you leave your grotty flat and hurry outside, quickly slipping into Harrison’s passenger seat. He turns his head just in time to meet your lips, and you kiss him quickly as your heartbeat twirls around your chest, your mind clearing, lifting, releasing. You really like him.

“Missed you,” he murmurs, mouth brushing yours. You pull away, beaming at him as you sit back.

“I missed you too,” you return. You pull out a mirror and start to tidy up your lipstick as Harrison pulls out into traffic and starts the journey to the club. “So who’s this friend again?”

“Tuwaine,” he responds, voice smooth. You look at him, marvelling at the strength of his side profile as his eyebrows pull together in concentration. “You’ll meet all the gang, though. And probably a few others.”

“Who can I expect to meet?”

He hums. “Tom, Harry, Sam, Nick, Rory, Wallis, Sai, Sophie, Freya-”

“Freya?!” You feel your lipstick slip through your fingers, your eyes rounding in alarm as your heartbeat suddenly spikes.

“Oh, yeah…” Harrison looks a little sheepish. “It should be okay, though. She texted me the other week to apologise for her actions, ‘said she wants to go back to being friends actually.” He glances quickly to you, eyebrows pulled together. “Sorry, I probably should’ve told you I was talking to my ex.”

You hum, feeling a little lightheaded. “No, no, that’s okay.”

It’s not okay.

As if on cue, your phone vibrates against your leg. You pull it out, sucking in a quiet breath of air as your eyes scan the lines.

Freya: Heard you’ll be here tonight. Can’t wait to see you again.

“Fuck,” you mutter, quickly turning off your phone with slippery fingers.

“What- Y/N, are you alright?”

You’re at a red light, so Harrison’s able to reach over the console and push at your shoulder, his eyes concerned. You blink a few times before realising you’re sitting there shaking, your jaw slack, eyes wide and frozen. As you work on relaxing your posture, Harrison edges the car closer to the club.

“I need to tell you something,” you mutter. Then, a little louder, “Harrison, I- I’m really sorry.”

“What happened?”

The car slows, and it’s with a low gasp that you realise you’ve arrived. Harrison pops up out of his seat and moves around the car, and before you know it, you’re being hauled out of the passenger seat and into his arms, the two of you standing there swaying slowly in the club car park. It’s so ridiculous that you almost want to laugh.

“I- I didn’t want it to end up being this fucked up,” you start, pulling back from his shoulder. He loops his fingers with yours, his other shifting up to cup your cheek. You press against his touch, aching to feel his warmth smother your body, and knowing that this might be the last time he holds you this delicately.

“What is it?” He murmurs, coaxing softly.

You look at him, and you decide to say it. Just...spell it out for him, once and for all, before Freya can swoop in and steal your moment. This is your mess, after all. It should be you to tell Harrison what you’ve done.

“I’ve already met Freya-”

There’s a loud clip-clop of high heels, and you startle when you feel a large tap on your back. You turn, shifting out of Harrison’s hold as you see the woman behind you. Blond, tall, menacing.

You want to cry.

“Looks like I almost missed the party,�� she says, raising a hand in greeting. Her eyes flicker over to yours. “You told him yet, hun?”

You can feel Harrison tense up behind you and instinctively move back to wrap your hands around his arm.

“Fuck off,” is all you have to say. “You don’t… You don’t have to do this.”

She shrugs. “I just thought he should know the truth. Maybe at first I wanted this for revenge, but now I just want the best for Harrison.” Her beady eyes shift onto your lover, and you feel a shudder pass down your spine. “He deserves to know what kind of person he’s getting into bed with.”

Harrison’s attention shifts down to you as he steps away, shaking you off his arm. “What is she talking about?” He asks, voice stippled with confusion. “Is this what you were just trying to tell me?”

“Harrison, she’s not- it’s not- she’s going to try and manipulate the situation, I swear, I didn’t ever-”

“-Y/N only gave you a second look because I bribed her. With money. Your entire relationship exists because I was paying her to seduce you.” And she looks all smug stood up there, arms crossed over her chest, eyes glinting. “Of course I called it off the next day as soon as I realised how selfish that was, but she insisted that she’d get her money. Now we’re here, six weeks later.”

Harrison’s face changes a few times. First, he looks bewildered, then concerned, then hurt, then…

“What the fuck.” He jerks his arm away from you and whips his head around to stare at you, jaw open, eyes flaming. “You’re being paid to date me?!”

You reply with a cracking no just as Freya nods her head.

“Yes,” Freya chimes. “You want to know how much you mean to her? £100. That’s all it took.”

You want to cry, but one look at her smug face has your hackles rising. If you’re going to go down, you may as well try to rectify your errors. “Harrison, it’s not like that,” you jump in, voice harrowed. “She didn’t ever call it off, I did, and she- she set this all up, it wasn’t like that, I just-”

“So you’re not even going to deny it?” He’s staring at the ground, voice utterly dejected.

“I tried to call it off-”

“But you agreed to it?” His gaze snaps up to yours, hurt coating every part of his face. You feel your heart splinter in your chest as you see tears blurring his waterline. “You only came and sat with me because she promised to pay you?”

You sniff loudly, nodding quickly.

“How much of our relationship was just a lie?”

You step forward, trying to slip your fingers into his, but he dodges you instead. “None of it was a lie, Harrison. I texted her the moment I got home after that first date. I- I really like you, truly-”

“Oh, leave it.” Harrison pulls his key out of his pocket and unlocks his car, eyes blazing. He looks to Freya. “You know, I tried to fix things with you but you couldn’t ever trust me. I didn’t want to hurt you.” His eyes shift to you, and you feel a tear roll down your cheek at the depths of absolute betrayal swimming there. “And you…” He jerks open his car door. “Don’t ever contact me again. I can’t believe someone could be this manipulative and cruel.”

And you want to beg him to hear you out, but he’s already in his car, and before you can shake the shock from your bones, he’s reversing out of the space and driving away, his car leaving a trail of exhaust that rattles your throat. Your fingers dig into your cheeks as you cry softly, your heart shattering.

“Well… Sorry.” Freya’s speaking again, and you want to throttle her. “He had to get his heartbroken somehow, and you refused to break up with him, so what was I supposed to do?”

You turn on her, shaking your head bitterly. “Haz- Haz is the nicest person I’ve met in my life. He didn’t deserve that.”

She shrugs. “Whatever, I got what I wanted.” She turns around. “I’m going in. I’ll tell the others neither of you will be making an appearance.”

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The next few days are difficult.

First and foremost, Harrison ignores your messages. Every time you try to text or phone him, he just ignores you. He blocks you on Instagram, Snapchat and Twitter, and apparently enlists the help of his friends too as you’re unable to contact any of them either. You’re left utterly iced out, and are forced to knock around your empty, disgusting flat by yourself for a week, wallowing completely.

Seven days of crying, eating and generally feeling sorry pass before you decide to do something about the situation. Guilt has replaced all else, and now you know that you have to see Harrison - if not to win him back, to explain yourself. You don’t want him to feel bad about the situation or doubt his worth.

So you pull yourself together just enough to walk to his flat one evening, practically vibrating from nerves. You don’t let them stop you, however, and march the whole way, not once faltering.

You know what you want, and you’re going to achieve it. No matter what.

You rap on Harrison’s door with determined fists and stand back, waiting. Seconds stretch to minutes, and just as you’re beginning to worry that you might be too late, the door swings open, and there he is.

Harrison, frowning. But Harrison nonetheless.

“What are you doing here?” He mutters, twiddling his ring. He hasn’t really looked at you, but you try not to let that phase you.

“We need to talk,” you beg. “Please can I come in?”

He hesitates. “Can you stay there?” He asks, voice soft. His shoulders are slumped and he has steep dark bags hanging beneath his eyes, and you feel your body throb sadly as you realise it’s your fault.

“Yeah, I- I’ll stay.” You take a moment to recompose yourself. “I thought you needed an explanation of everything. I don’t… I don’t expect you to want me back, or to even want to be friends because I know I hurt you, I just… I need to tell you that none of it is your fault.”

He continues to stare at the ground.

“When Freya asked me to break your heart, I didn’t even know who you were. You were only a face in a club, and I was drunk, and I needed the money. I didn’t know that you were a nice person, or that I’d end up actually liking you. When I started to catch feelings, I tried to pull out, but she wouldn’t let me.” You have to pause, taking time to diminish the heat growing in your voice. “As soon as I fell for you, I tried to put an end to it, Haz. Nothing… Nothing about our relationship was fake. I really liked you. I really like you. That’s just- just what I wanted to say.”

“You still dated me for money,” he mutters, voice dull. “You could’ve told me any time you wanted, yet you never did. That would’ve hurt less than hearing it from her.”

“I know.” You hang your head. “I just hope that someday you can understand. I didn’t do it to hurt you - I didn’t even know you when I agreed - I just needed money. I’m really, really fucking sorry I hurt you, and one day I hope you can forgive me.”

You wait for a few moments, hoping he’ll look up. Hoping he’ll say it’s okay. Hoping he can find it in his heart to forgive you.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he stands there, continuing to look at the floor, and after a minute of uncomfortable silence, you turn and walk away down his corridor. Your heart is still broken, but you feel less guilty; less horrible now that you’ve explained yourself. Your actions aren’t excused, but they’re explained, and you hope that will help Harrison.

You really do. After all you’ve put him through, the only thing you want is for him to be happy.

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Days stretch to weeks, and with no sign of Harrison reappearing, you try to move on.

It’s hard. You might’ve only dated him for a month and a half, but you saw him practically every day, and so there’s evidence of him embedded everywhere: your phone’s photo library contains picture after picture of him, both with and without you nestled up beside him; your wardrobe houses an array of his hoodies you can’t bear to give back; you look in the mirror each morning and subconsciously slide your fingers over your neck, drifting over all the points he’d enjoyed marking with his lips. He’s like an illness that you can’t quite shake, no matter how hard you try.

It’s early on a Wednesday morning in March when there’s a loud knock at your door. You’re bustling around your kitchen, making a cup of tea when you hear it, and quickly jump to pull it open, not caring about your just-rolled-out-of-bed appearance, nor the state of your untidy flat.

“Hi, sorry about- Harrison?!” And suddenly your hands are on your hair, combing through the unruly strands. You become hyper-aware of the fact that you’re stood there in his hoodie, looking like you were pulled through a hedge backwards. “What- What are you doing here?”

He looks good. Radiates a sort of confidence that has your back lengthening, straightening. His blue eyes drift over you, a semblance of a smile twitching over his mouth as he raises a hand in greeting. “Can I come in?”

You nod immediately. “Of course you can.” You shuffle out of the way and let him inside your flat. “Sorry it’s messy,” you mumble. With wide eyes, you realise this is the first time Harrison’s ever visited; before, it was always you going over to his. “How’d you find out where I live?”

He slips out of his shoes and pushes his long brown coat up onto a peg, humming lowly. “Got it off Sair,” he explains, bringing in a mutual friend. “It’s not… not that messy,” he tries, eyes sweeping your flat.

You feel your cheeks warm. “It’s pretty bad,” you dispute. You guide him over to your sofas, thanking your past self for having the initiative to move the piles of mugs and plates that’d made home on the dodgy coffee table over the weeks since Harrison. You sit down on one end, pulling your legs beneath you as you look at him, your eyes unable to understand that he’s here: he came back. “What- What are you doing here? I mean, obviously I’m really glad you came over, just… Why?”

Harrison looks down at his hands, a few of his fingers going to play around with his ring. “I spoke to Freya again,” he mumbles. He looks up suddenly, eyes searching yours. “And I talked to some other people as well. ‘Was trying to figure out how I felt about everything.”

You nod along, trying to follow as best you can. It’s a little distracting, to have him sat so close, looking so good, but you’re trying. “What did she say?”

“Well…” He pauses to scratch his jawline. “Freya and I had a lot of air to clear, but I think she’s actually going to move on now. She showed me the text messages between you guys, and gave what I think is an accurate description of your actions.”

“Okay.” You continue to nod. This is… This is good, right? He doesn’t seem angry.

“So then I went and talked with some of the guys, tried to figure out where my head was at.” Harrison’s a little closer now, his eyes seeking yours more strongly. “I didn’t know how I felt about you.”

For a moment, you grow panicked. Maybe he’s just here to argue again, or to pull an apology from you. Maybe he wants closure. Maybe-

“I still want to try with you.” And there it is.

You can’t help but feel your eyes bulge. “You do?!”

He chuckles, nodding a bit. He slides further up the sofa and tentatively reaches down to pick up your hands, his lips arranged in a shy smile. “If you want to… I understand now. Whilst I don’t think it was a good thing to do, I understand you were only doing it for money.” His eyes flick around your flat, taking in the broken microwave, stained wallpaper and old carpet. “I know now that you tried to stop it when it got out of hand. And…” He’s peering up at you with gentle eyes. “I’d like to think what we have is pretty special.”

The relief is immediate and monumental. Harrison’s thumb strokes over the back of your hand as you blink back a few surprised tears, your heart beating slowly, deeply.

“Are you… Do you… Are you sure?” Is your first response, unbelieving that it’s just… that easy.

“Yeah.” He nods certainly, squeezing your fingers. “I like you so much, Y/N. If you- If you still want me, want this, then I’m all in.” His hand guides yours up, up, up, until you have your palm resting up against his heart. “When you left my flat the other week, you took a part of me with you.” His voice is dark, deep and silky, and it makes you so utterly happy that you find yourself scrambling closer.

He pulls you in, helping you settle yourself over his lap as your arms drape over his shoulders, his going to hold your waist. You bury your head in his chest as your eyes screw shut, and as the earthy scent of his expensive cologne drifts over you, you realise it’s all okay.

His lips spread a few kisses over the top of your head as he rubs your side, touch instilling warmth into your long-forgotten bones.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, pulling back from his chest to blink up at him. “Haz, fuck, I’m so sorry.”

He smooths his hands down your hair. “It’s alright, love. It’s already forgiven.” And then his eyes are drifting down to your lips, face lightening. “Could I kiss you?”

You nod, already moving up. His breath fans out over your face for a tentative moment as your lips lay stranded in the air, so close you can almost feel his mouth, waiting for some invisible cue to move. Your fingers slip up to fist his curls, and then he’s shifting in, his lips capturing yours in a deep, warming kiss. He keeps you anchored close, his hands hauling you in as the kiss grows in passion and intensity. Your mouths communicate all you fail to show, and as you enjoy the feeling of your lips moving as one, you try to tell him all you’ve been thinking: I’m sorry, I missed you, I think I might love you.

It’s perfect. Full of tender and emotion and love.

When you pull back, he cradles your cheek in his hand, blinking down at you through long lashes. A teasing smile finds his lips as he chuckles, his hands rubbing circles into your sides.

“Missed this,” he mumbles. He waits a moment, eyes skimming your face, growing in warmth. “I was thinking, and…” His fingertips skim over your cheekbones. “Would you be my girlfriend?”

Not for the first time, you feel like you’re going to cry. Just, this time, it’s a result of the tingling happiness in your heart. It feels as though the rips embedded inside the warm organ have healed; been stitched up by his large hands, soft lips, and gentle words.

“I would love that,” you mutter. But still, “Are you sure, though?” You pull your eyes away from his face. “I really hurt you, Harrison. I don’t ever want to be the reason you’re sad.”

“Well, are you planning on dating me for money again?”

You shake your head, a smile replacing your frown.

“Then I think we’ll be alright.”

You nod, pressing a short kiss to his jaw. “I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you murmur against his neck. You spread a gentle scattering of kisses over his skin, dragging your lips up his face. You manage to leave a chaste peck on the end of his nose before he’s pulling you closer, stealing your lips in another deep kiss.

And things aren’t perfect, because life doesn’t really work out that way. But you’re warm and happy, and utterly content, and you’re being held in the strong arms of your boyfriend. And for the first time in months, it feels like life might work out alright, after all.

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update!

hi everyone! this is gonna be long so i am sorry in advance :( i wanted to touch base with y’all and ask a few questions since i’ve gained some more followers recently and wanna know your opinions about some stuff.

so first of all i’ve only got 27 more fics queued up at the moment which is wild bc i didn’t think i’d get through almost all of my recs so fast! i queued all of them in like october so they’ve obv lasted a while but its crazy to me omg. obviously i’m not done reading fics lmao i still read in my spare time but i’m a busy college student who also works part time so i don’t have a whole lot of spare time to read :/ so once i get through the remaining fics in my queue expect recs to slow quite a bit, sorry !!!

however i CAN queue up some more stuff but i was curious about what y’all thought first. so rn all of my recs are coming from like this google doc i’ve updated thru the years of my fav fics and rn all of the tumblr/ao3 stuff is what i’ve gone through on here. i do have like 100+ recs i can still go through HOWEVER they are twitter aus. i don’t wanna just post em without asking if y’all actually want those or not since they’re on a different platform and some people are iffy on twitter/social media aus, so let me know how u feel about them and if enough people are interested i’ll post them!

one route i can also go in is if a lot of people aren’t into the twitter au thing but some people still want them then i can just post them in one big masterlist as opposed to posting all of them over time so if you’d rather me do that too lmk!

another thing is that once the remaining ao3 recs i have on here have posted i will update the current masterlists i have for all the groups (which is the oc & y/n stuff) and post new ones for the fics with ships by group as well. i have em ready to go once all the recs are posted so i’ll get those up right after the remaining ones go live!

last thing is that if anyone wants to send me any recs too or wants me to read/look for fics for a specific group/idol/ship lmk! my ask box is always open :)

hope all of you are doing well and a belated happy holidays and happy new year!

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Make his Mark

Title: Make his Mark Collaborator: @27dragons & @tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled: O4 - Marking Ship: Bucky/Tony Rating: E Major Tags: Sex, Anal Sex, Semi-public Sex, Marking, not your father’s coffee shop AU Summary: When the tabloids report that Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes’ marriage is going to end in divorce any day now, the queue starts forming to ”comfort” Tony. Bucky wants to make sure everyone knows that Tony is his.

Everyone. Word Count: 2,880 Created for @mcukinkbingo

A/N: We would apologize for hijacking the People Magazine meme, but we’re not actually sorry. Also, this story takes place in the Communal Kitchen AU, somewhat after Long Winter, but you don’t need to know anything about it, except that Bucky and Tony are married.

Everything below the readmore, for smut

There was nothing finer than looking up at Tony, straddling Bucky’s thighs, glistening with sweat, each muscle outlined with golden candlelight, as Bucky very slowly pushed up into that heat. They had the penthouse to themselves, all the kids were gone, and half of the Avengers with them. With relative privacy and the assurance of no interruptions, Bucky had taken his husband to bed, with the intentions of staying there for most of the evening.

Tony raised up, then rolled his hips as he sank back down, shuddering with the sensation. He put his hands on Bucky’s shoulders to change the angle and rocked again, humming with the shifting position. “Article in today’s People says you’re not in love with me anymore,” he mentioned.

Bucky choked and spluttered, then groaned as that changed the way they were fitting together. “Tony, I am literally balls deep in your ass right now,” he pointed out. He flexed his hips, fingers gripping Tony’s thighs. He clenched his jaw in an effort not to spill over right away; his dick often seemed to have an urge to make a point, somehow.

“Mm, yeah, I noticed that.” Tony dug his toes into the mattress for balance and pushed back onto Bucky’s cock even harder than before. “But do you still like me?”

Bucky slid an arm around Tony’s back and before he could protest, rolled them over until he was on top, sliding even deeper with each thrust, as if he could permanently become one with his husband. He leaned in, until his mouth was hovering mere millimeters away from Tony’s. Until speaking brushed their lips together. “I am so into you, baby,” Bucky said, “that nothin’ gonna pull me out.” He demonstrated, by way of pushing Tony’s knees back until they were practically touching his ears.

Tony’s breath caught and his hands clenched in the sheets. “Glad to h-hear it,” he groaned. “Oh, Christ, yes, right there, more.”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed, rocking with him, stroking Tony with each heartbeat, kissing him thoroughly. He was going to come quicker; driving down into Tony’s lithe, beautiful body always drove him wild. “You know I love you.” He balanced on the metal arm, getting a hand between them to tease Tony’s dick. “Don’t you?”

“Course I do,” Tony panted. “‘M just sayin, the press is at us again. And you know-- oh! Oh, yeah, sweetheart, just like that -- you know what it means when that happens.”

Bucky almost snarled; settled for purring in Tony’s ear, instead. “Means some stupid, mislead idiots with delusions of adequacy are gonna come crawlin’ out of the woodwork, hopin’ for a bite of Tony Stark.” He nipped at Tony’s throat, down to worry at Tony’s collarbone, sucking up a red mark. He ran his thumb back and forth over the crown of Tony’s cock, smearing precome around.

“God, it should not be so hot when you get possessive,” Tony swore. “You know I don’t want anyone else, baby.”

“I know,” Bucky said, and he did, he knew that. Tony had never even had to prove himself to Bucky; they’d held each other’s lives and hearts and heads since they practically met. He didn’t have doubts. “Jus’ don’t like ‘em circling around you like blowflies. You’re not someone’s prize.” He sucked in a breath, thrust in, and twisted his wrist at the same time. “You’re mine.”

Tony threw his head back on a cry and came, spilling over Bucky’s fist to splash across his stomach. “Yours,” he gasped. “Always.” He reached up to curl his fingers into Bucky’s hair. “And you’re mine. Moy soldat.”

Bucky arched, that squeeze and heat, so perfect… he gasped for air, everything clenching down, and then-- “Oh, god.” Deep and molten and shivering, Bucky let it go, pleasure zipping from nerve to nerve as he came, crying Tony’s name. He chased after his breath for a bit, heart throbbing painfully in his chest, practically squashing Tony while he recovered his wits.

“Do I like you,” Bucky said, rolling over and spreading out over as much of the bed as he could get, trying to cool down. “What idiocy. Of course I like you. Like you, love you, want you, need you. Everything. All of it. There aren’t even words.”

Tony sighed in satisfaction. “We might have to put on a show for the press again,” he said. “Since it seems to be a slow news week.”

Bucky rolled up onto his elbow. “What a hardship.”

Really, as Tony got older, you’d think the number of people trying to hit on him would decrease. Sure, he was pretty fit for his age, still a billionaire, still a celebrity superhero, and there were always going to be people who found that attractive; Tony had long since resigned himself to the occasional offer from a fan with little to lose. But since the latest round of the gossip rags proclaiming that Tony and Bucky were going to call it quits Any Day Now, it seemed every third person he met was trying to get into his pants.

Bucky hadn’t even left Tony’s side for five minutes at the last event they’d been at before some society darling had pressed up against Tony’s side and offered to help him through those lonely nights.

Honestly, the woman was lucky that Bucky had only flayed her with words on his return; Tony was pretty certain he’d been mentally doing much worse.

Tony didn’t know where the gossip sites got their speculation from. It’s not like they’d stopped being affectionate with each other -- the kids were forever complaining about it, actually. Which only made them do it more, because it was funny. But apparently, that was too subtle. They were going to have to take things a little bit farther to get the message across.

Bucky, who normally contained himself to shooting at bad guys, and the occasional knife fight when one got too close, switched it up a bit and picked up one of the Not-Quite-Doombots (Tony didn’t know what they were, but they weren’t Doom’s robots, those things were dangerous, these were more like knock-off, dollar store bots. Annoying, clunky, and prone to malfunctions. The Avengers were only called in because there were so many of them) and threw it.

The ‘bot crashed into a nearby coffee shop and sent patrons screaming away. The way Bucky glared at the shop, without paying the least bit attention to the scrap metal he’d just failed to recycle, made Tony wonder if the collateral damage was a little more directed than usual.

But that was the last one. Nothing was still standing that wasn’t wearing signature colors (and the bystanders, who were by-fleers). Bucky took two running steps, hit a park bench, and leaped, getting an arm around Tony and practically tackling him to the ground. It was a good thing Tony had all sorts of shock resistance built into the armor. As it was, the fall jolted his breath out of him and Bucky thumbed the helmet’s release and was kissing him before Tony could recover his air.

“Mph--” Tony tried to say, then gave up and kissed his husband. It was shorter than usual, because air was a thing, and Tony hadn’t started out with a full breath. “Fighting knockoff Doombots gets you hot and bothered now?” he teased.

“No,” Bucky said. He nuzzled at Tony’s jaw. “College girls daring each other to flash Iron Man when he flew by kinda pisses me off, though. That one in th’ blue shirt left her damn brassiere on the table.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “No subtlety at all,” he complained. “Think it’s time to do something about this mess?”

“Mmmm,” Bucky said. He rolled to his feet and offered Tony a hand up. Steve was squawking over comms about the cleanup. Bucky made a face, tugged his earpiece out and threw it over his shoulder. “Fight fire with fire.” He lifted Tony up, armor and all, kissed him again, like they were in some sort of romcom and the wreckage of the street was a field of flowers.

Tony returned the kiss, with interest. “Have I mentioned before how hot it is that you can manhandle me in the suit?” He grinned down at his husband.

“You an’ the suit don’t even weigh what Thor does,” Bucky said. At Tony’s dubious look, Bucky added, “we did ‘get help’ last fight. It was fun.” He turned and carried Tony right back to the coffee shop, which was abandoned and ruined. Bucky took particular pains to step on the lacy bralette laying, forgotten, on the floor. He pushed into the back office, depositing Tony on the desk and swept it clear of rubble.

“Really?” Tony asked. “This is your choice of location?” He didn’t waste any time unfolding himself from the suit. He glanced up at the security camera in the corner and shot it with an EMP blast. There was a limit to how much evidence he wanted the press to get their hands on.

“Smells better than a broom cupboard,” Bucky said with a shrug. “An’ if someone’s gettin’ naked about you in a coffee shop, it’s gonna be me.” He worked open his armor one handed. “Gonna be a quickie. Once I’m outta this shit, I don’t like t’ put it back on until it’s clean.” He licked his way into Tony’s mouth, one hand sliding down the underflight suit until he reached Tony’s hip. “But I’ll make you feel real good, baby.”

“Promises, promises,” Tony taunted, groping down the front of Bucky’s armor and generally interfering with Bucky’s attempt to get it opened, until he got his hand on Bucky’s cock. “Already hard for it? You sure it wasn’t the ‘bots?” Tony grinned impishly until Bucky growled and leaned in to kiss the smirk off his face.

“Maybe a little bit th’ ‘bots,” Bucky said. “It’s nice t’ cut loose an’ not worry about hurtin’ people.” He groaned, pushing against Tony’s hand. “Gonna be even quicker than a quickie if you keep doin’ that.”

Tony was pretty sure Bucky would be able to manage a second round if he did shoot off quick, but it was also a pretty good bet that Steve or someone else would come looking for them if they were missing too long, so they probably didn’t have time for two rounds.

Tony wasn’t completely hard yet -- he wasn’t as fast on the draw as Bucky -- but the warm press of Bucky’s body and the firm stroke of Bucky’s hand as it slipped into the suit was getting him there pretty easily. “RPF,” he murmured. “Coffee shop AU.”

“Look at you, baby,” Bucky crooned. “Love it when you’re all sweaty ‘n dishevelled.” He rubbed Tony’s shaft with the heel of his hand, fingers teasing at his balls while he taunted Tony with more kisses, his tongue flicking over Tony’s lips in quick, heated strokes.

Tony groaned and tipped his head back, tugging Bucky’s mouth toward his throat. “Oh, yeah, yes, Bucky...”

Bucky fastened his mouth on Tony’s throat, a sharp nip and flare of pain as Bucky sucked all the blood to the surface, tonguing the spot when he was done. He rutted against Tony’s thigh, hips moving urgently. He kissed Tony again, hard and quick, then pushed him a little higher on the desk until he was sitting on it, Bucky tucked in the vee of Tony’s legs. “Gonna eat you right up like an ice cream.” Bucky slid to one knee, matching actions to works and took Tony down to the root in a single motion. His mouth was a hot, slick inferno and his tongue worked at Tony’s skin with skill and agility.

“Oh Christ,” Tony gasped. Quick, indeed; there was no slow savoring here. Bucky worked him with raw, ruthless efficiency, proving just how well Bucky knew Tony’s body. He clenched his hands in Bucky’s hair, hanging on for dear life. “God, Bucky, yes...”

Bucky slid two fingers into his mouth, teasing at Tony’s cock, his tongue working in between them, then, slippery with spit, drew them back, along the crease of Tony’s thigh until he was pressing at the entrance to Tony’s body, a quick little caress and tease, circling and encouraging Tony to thrust up, into Bucky’s mouth. The noises he was making were obscene, slick and wet, moaning almost continuously.

Tony whined and pushed up into the welcoming heat of Bucky’s mouth and throat. He shuddered at the sensation, and Bucky pressed one finger into Tony’s hole, not far, just enough to stretch and burn a little. It was enough to tip him over the edge. He cursed and jerked and then came, shooting down Bucky’s throat in a warm wave.

Bucky licked and tormented him through the aftershocks, until Tony was weakly batting him away, overstimulated and jittery. Bucky licked at his lip, his mouth red and swollen and used looking, face pink, hair sticking to his forehead. “You are utterly, utterly wrecked, babydoll,” Bucky said, smug jerk that he was.

“You’re not much better,” Tony retorted. He gingerly tucked himself back into his undersuit. “Do I get a turn at wrecking you next?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said, eyes flashing eagerly. “Wanna feel you, baby, your nice warm skin. Got a hand for me?”

“For you, sweetheart, always.” Tony dragged his hand over Bucky’s cock, teasing a little before wrapping firmly around it. He kissed down Bucky’s neck, sucking at the skin. “Think if I work hard enough at it, I can give you a hickey that’ll last long enough for some pap to get a picture?” he wondered. He sucked a little harder, pulling the soft skin between his teeth.

Bucky groaned, pushing into the pressure of Tony’s mouth, head falling back in supplication. “Don’t know that I even care,” he said, “damn, that feels good, Tony, oh, oh, yeah, like that, baby.”

Bucky might have started their tryst as a possessive marking of territory, but once he was into it, Tony was his sole focus. It was a little humbling, sometimes, the raw, naked longing that Tony could see in Bucky’s every movement. From the way he shuddered under Tony’s hand to the savage wantonness of his cries.

“That’s it,” Tony coaxed, working his hand faster, rolling over the tip to spread precome down Bucky’s cock. “So gorgeous, so perfect for me. Come for me, sweetheart, I want to feel you coming.” He licked at Bucky’s neck, the salty tang of sweat and skin, and if he hadn’t just climaxed, he’d be getting hard again.

Bucky rolled up onto his toes, fucking up into Tony’s hand. His fingers clamped down on Tony’s shoulders and he let his mouth drop open, all the stress and worries dropping off his features until they were smooth and relaxed. His eyes fluttered shut and then, “Oh, god, Tony.” His hips stuttered, pistoning wildly, two, three strokes. A soft sigh and he arched into it, painting Tony’s belly, hip, and the thigh of his flight suit with come.

Tony stroked him through it, peppering his face and neck with kisses. “So wonderful, so beautiful,” he murmured. He nosed at Bucky’s temple, dropping a soft kiss there. “Now who’s wrecked?” he teased.

“One ‘a these days,” Bucky said, huffing out a breath, “I’m gonna make you carry me.” He shuddered, resting his forehead against Tony’s shoulder for a long moment before yanking his tactical pants back up around his hips. He tucked himself in, belted the pants, but left the shirt open, showing off his chest, and a few round, red bite marks.

Tony found some napkins to wipe up the mess and then got himself back into the armor. He left the helmet off; the tender spot on his neck where Bucky had sucked a hickey would probably show nicely, and it definitely wasn’t a combat injury. “You want me to give you a lift back up to the ‘jet?”

Bucky took a step back, his knees obviously shaky. “Yes, yes, I would like that,” he decided, firmly. “You can sit with me on th’ way back to the Tower. I don’t think we need an aerial escort today.”

“Your wish is my command.” Tony caught Bucky’s hand in his -- he couldn’t feel it through the gauntlet, but it was nice anyway -- and led the way back out into the street. He caught Bucky around the waist. “Hold on,” he said. He waved at a returning bystander, giving their cell camera a bright press smile, and then took off, Bucky’s arms twined around his neck.

“Buck, you okay?” Steve asked, as they landed in the ‘jet.

“Yeah, Stevie,” Bucky said. “Just needed a hand with somethin’.”

Steve took a step forward, as if concerned, then his nostrils flared. “Buck!”

Jessica Jones, who was stripping out of her armor with very little regard for modesty, looked up. “What?”

“You can’t smell that?” Steve grimaced. “Really? Really, Buck?”

Bucky’s mouth twitched until he was forced to duck his chin to hide a wide grin and flushed cheeks. “Really.”

Tony dropped onto the bench beside his husband. “No need to get excited about it, Cap,” he said, probably more smugly than he should. “It’s just a little territory marking.”

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