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moemammon · 3 years

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Could I request HC of MC falling asleep on the brothers and someone asks them to do something but they don’t want to move bc of MC🥺 kinda like how it’s illegal to move if an animal is asleep on you🥺💕 thank you!

I'm soft for stuff like this tbh

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC falling asleep on them

Lucifer

Lucifer has found that he works best when you're near him. Something about your presence calms his old soul. So it's become a habit that he has you near while he's going through paperwork, always touching you in some fashion.

Today, you were resting your head against his shoulder in the late afternoon, the warmth of his body and the sound of his pen scribbling on paper lulling you into a sense of peace and sleepiness.

He looked over after noticing the added weight against his side, and found you'd drifted off to sleep. And man.... this man realizes just how soft he is for you. Like, can you BE any cuter??? You're gonna kill him.

He feels a warmth swell up in his chest, not only from his affection for you, he the way you seem so peaceful sleeping against him like that. The fact that you feel secure with him, while others only seem to fear him, makes his heart fill to the brim.

But now he can't move, or you'll wake up. And to make matters worse, he just heard a loud ass crash in the hall right outside, and the sound of Mammon cursing under his breath. MAMMOOONNNNN-

As much as it pains him, he doesn't have the strength to get up while you look so content and secure sleeping against him like this. Besides, he can always kill punish Mammon later. He’d just text Beel to string him up from the ceiling until then.

Mammon

It's not unusual for the two of you to chill on the couch together, and he doesn't even care that you're all over him. Actually, he's probably the one that pulled you into such a position.

You're laying on his chest, and he's got his arms around you while he plays around on his phone. And that's when he notices the tiniest of snores coming from you. He looks down and sees that you've fallen asleep.

FUCK does that make him wanna scream. His heart is so full of love that he's literally trembling. You were so.. sO CUTE. IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. HE LOVES YOU, DAMN IT.

But then he gets a text from Lucifer, asking him to go back to RAD to fetch some documents. Why'd he have to be his errand boy all the time? Why not Satan??

Mammon is no stranger to Lucifer's wrath though, so now he has a strong need to get you off of him, yet an equally strong need to hold you close.

Especially when you mumble something that sounded vaguely like his name in your sleep. Maybe... it’d be fine to let you rest a little longer? It's not like those lousy papers were going anywhere, right?

Levi

You????? Felt comfortable enough to sleep on him?????? In the middle of a movie he put on????

There's practically steam coming out of his ears. He's short circuiting. He's going to die and it's all your fault. WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE YOURE JUST SLEEPING ON HIS ARM AND YET THE MOE IS TOO STRONG-

Seriously though, he's so red up to his ears that you'd think he might die. The only thing that keeps him from death is that you aren't awake to look at him. He was safe!

But then a notification pops up on his D.D.D, and he suddenly remembers he’s got a tournament to compete in with a couple of online friends! He promised them!!!

Maybe... he'll wake you up? No no no, he'd really die if that happened! You can't wake up yet!! But the game-! The dungeon run-!! The loot!!! What can he do?! There's no way he can ruin this 'straight-out-of-an-anime' moment!!!

Levi's never been one to miss a chance to game, so why was he so conflicted?! Now he was thinking that maybe he could just reschedule the match? Besides, when was the next time he might get to see your sleeping face so close to his own? He wonders if he could sneak in a picture or two...

Satan

Satan's entire room, albeit cluttered, has a cozy vibe. Just the way he likes, as a man who prefers to keep calm and indulge in the wonders of books. And he's invited you over to indulge with him, per usual

Though he'll admit it IS a little late, so he understands that you're sleepy. It doesn't even surprise him when you slump against his arm from your position next to him, the book on your lap sliding to the ground.

As much as it pains him to see the book fall like that, he quickly realizes he can't bend down to grab it, or you'll wake up.

And he hasn't had a chance to really look closely at your sleeping expression, so he has to get his priorities in order. He could get that boom later, anyway.

He laughs at you, and how easily you've fallen asleep. Why didn't you just tell him you were tired? He’d walk you back to your room so you could sleep. Yet you wanted to spend time with him so badly that you pushed through?

He closes his book and leans his head against yours with a soft sigh. Peaceful days like this were all he could ever ask for. He wished he had a spell to preserve this moment forever.

Asmo

Helloooo? Are you even listening anymore?? He was in the middle of telling you about the time Beel ate his entire collection of bath bombs, and you fell asleep right on his lap!

Probably because he was making you lay there while he dabbed products onto your face. "This one is a great toner. Doesn't it smell good? And this moisturizer here is sooo creamy!"

He can't help but notice how peaceful you look laying there, fast asleep. He could just eat you up! Catch him leaning in to kiss you a million times, wondering if you'll wake up.

He's gotta put that kissing on hold when he realizes he has a photo shoot to get to in an hour! He'd need every single minute to get himself ready of course, so he needed to start now. The only problem was... you. On his lap.

He can't get up or he’d be cruelly abandoning his precious MC! And there was no way he’d be that heartless. But that photo shoot was pretty important... How else would he give the devildom its dose of his gorgeous face???

Cue Satan coming in and finding Asmo doing his skin care on his bed, straining to see his reflection in the far away vanity mirror... all so he wouldn't disturb a hair on your adorable little head.

Beel

Beel had asked if you'd lay on his back for extra weight while he did his planks, but he never expected you to fall asleep there. Belphie does the same thing sometimes, so he's no stranger to having to stay still for someone else's sake.

The warmth of your form draped over his back makes him smile, and he wonders if you're cozy laying like that. Wasn't his back kind of hard?

He was fine with waiting until you woke up, since being stuck in a plank for an unknown amount of time would be a great workout, what wasn't so great was the gnawing of hunger slowly starting to creep up on him.

Beel was hungry. Starving, even. And he was stuck because you fell asleep on him. He tried muttering a soft "MC, wake up" as a means to gently wake you, but when you didn't budge, he wondered if he might die like this.

The longer he waited, the more his hunger built. It was five minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty, and then- he lost it.

You wake up to being suddenly dumped onto the cold floor, and you only catch a glimpse of the avatar of gluttony rushing off to empty the fridge of its contents.

He'll apologize when he's full, okay? He promises he loves you, but his hunger is no joke. Promises to treat you to Madam Scream's later as an apology.

Belphie

Not unexpected that you'd fall asleep while in Belphie's care. He had a knack for that sort of thing, bringing the air around him to a sleepy halt and making your eyes heavy with that smooth voice of his.

You were listening to him talk about the old days, when he and Beel would sneak away from their brothers to have their own adventures. Then the next thing you knew, you were drifting off to sleep.

Belphie immediately noticed when your head leaned against his hand; he’d been toying around with your hair and occasionally stroking your cheeks. This was one of those moments he didn't feel like bullying you, after all.

But now he kind of does. You were so innocent, and so vulnerable right now! He could tickle you awake at any moment and you wouldn't be able to stop him at all... Though he doesn't.

He instead looks up when the door opens and Beel pops into the bedroom to ask if Belphie can help him find his jacket. There's no way he’d deny his brother, sooo sorry mc. He hesitates for two seconds, but he's leaving you.

Belphie is a sleep expert, and that includes his mastery of the art of not waking people up, so somehow he's managed to carefully maneuver around you so you're still fast asleep.

Leaves you with a little kiss and tucks you into his bed. He'll come tickle you to death later 💕

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universalistotalis · 3 years

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The Fifth Date

Bokuto Koutarou (Timeskip!!!) x Female Reader

credits to the owner of the picture :)

3k words

kinda long but it's worth it i guess

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You can’t believe this. You just can’t!

“Hey, are you alright?” Bokuto Koutarou looked at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. You looked up and wondered if he really was worried or just being polite but either way, you stared right at his pupils.

“I am.” You agreed, letting go of his gaze and wanting to end the conversation.

This was your fifth date with him but there were no sparks since the first. You just didn’t feel his vibes and he could be so noisy at times which you hated. There was selfishness underneath his skin and it reeked in your nostrils. You hated egotistic people and you weren’t going to tolerate this much longer.

What your friends saw in Bokuto, you had no idea! They were all swooning over him when they set you up on a date together. They kept saying that he was perfect so you, being the hopeless romantic that you are, expected a prince who would be a gentleman, who would listen to you talk for hours on end, who would be so loving and caring… But instead, you were presented with boastfulness and chaos all wrapped up into one big muscle of a man! He did look like a prince but that was it!

“You know you can tell me right? I’ll listen.” You didn’t mistake the softness in his voice as he continued to stare at you lovingly.

You didn’t know if it was the beautiful place that he brought you to or if it was his kindness that made your brain turn into mush. But for the first time in five dates, your heart was hammering, its beats already like drums in your ears.

“I-I’m fine.” You stuttered and kept your eyes on the horizon.

You heard him sigh beside you on the railing you were both leaning on. The place you both drove to was divine as it overlooked the city. The twinkling lights below were mimicking the stars above and there were lanterns that hung overhead as well, casting the whole place in a lazy glow. You took a deep breath of the fresh air as you calmed yourself from the most stressful day of your life and from your whirlwind of a date.

A little rustling was heard and before you knew it, you were enveloped in warmth and his scent. Bokuto wrapped his jacket around you, letting you face him, so that he could pull the zipper up to your chest.

“There, so you won’t have to worry.” He smiled sweetly.

So he did notice the large coffee stain on your shirt and not once did he show that he was irked by it. You tried your best to cover it but of course you can't. Everyone at work gave you the side glance or the 'what-the-fuck-happened-to-you' look but he didn’t!

This can’t be happening. Were you reminiscing all those moments with Koutarou? AND NOW YOU’RE CALLING HIM KOUTAROU?!

You rolled around on your bed, a pillow tucked underneath your arms. A muffled scream was released as you felt an intense tingling sensation all over your body. You were supposed to end that fifth date! You were supposed to tell him that you both should see other people!

But the way he acted that night… it was as if he’s… perfect.

“Don’t hide from me.” He whispered in your ear as you cried in his arms. As his scent and warmth put your senses to overdrive with the jacket, you couldn’t help but sob. It was like the world was against you today. Even the document from work that you were so ready to pass, crashed on you. Even the coffee that you made this morning with care, splashed your white collared shirt. Even your ID lace that seemed so insignificant, decided to get caught on the doorknob and almost snapped your neck in two! And to spice things up, your evil boss humiliated you in the inter-department presentation even when the CEO of the company congratulated you on a job well done!

It was the little depressing and annoying moments that accumulated in your chest.

“Today has been s-so hard.” You cried in his shirt. “I keep on trying my best but it’s like I’m not doing enough. I'm not enough.”

The gentle rocking of your body stopped as he heard the words fall out of your mouth.

“Hey, don’t say that.” He cooed and trying to hold you at arm’s length. “You’re more than enough.”

You shook your head and tried to avoid his eyes again as he searched for yours. Fingers gripped on your chin to steady you and you melt for the nth time tonight.

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself. Alright? This day may have been difficult for you and maybe there are more days that would be the same but you shouldn’t doubt your efforts. The fact that you made it through, that’s already something to be grateful about.” He said while wiping your tears away. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t cry about them once in a while. Let yourself feel but then get back up again, yeah?”

You nodded but you felt another round of sobs escape your mouth. He pouted as he saw your wounded state and again, you were held close to his broad chest, away from the hurt, the pain, the stress…

This was dangerous. Are you actually falling for him? You’re actually falling for the loud guy that you swore you hated?!

‘Hey, hey, hey!’

His voice reverberated inside your skull and with that sound came the print of his smile on your brain. He had the nicest set of teeth and the nicest golden eyes you’ve ever seen. His skin was flawless too and under any light, you swore he was shining.

You couldn’t help but grin at the—

Yes…

This is bad. Really bad.

“You wanna dance?” He offered his hand out to you, smiling shyly. You were surprised at his somehow timid expression as you were so used to him being his confident self.

“I don’t know how.” You said breathlessly as you stared at his gorgeous face.

He let out a chuckle and reached out for your hand under the table. “Let’s figure it out, c’mon.”

The platform was small and there were four couples slowly dancing to the romantic song that was being played by a live band.

He led your hands to encircle his neck while his rested on your waist. All the motions, even the slightest graze of his skin on yours, were making your mind hazy. Everything seemed to blur and the only thing that made sense were the two of you in each other’s embrace.

“You’re so tall.” You whispered mindlessly which made him chuckle. He noticed that you could barely wrap your arms around his neck and that your arms were getting floppy due to fatigue. He then guided you to hug him around his waist instead so he could pull you closer.

“I’ve never danced like this before.” He confessed, swaying stiffly at the music.

“I can tell.” You giggle and look up at him in time to see him pout.

He poked your side, deliberately tickling you for a while. “That’s mean.”

“But it’s my first time too. And I kinda like it.” You said shyly, feeling your cheeks warm even with the cold night air.

“You think you could get used to it?” He asked, hope laced in his question.

“Of course.” You smiled up at him.

He smiled back and his eyes twinkled as he stared. He scooped your right hand and brought it to his lips for a quiet kiss then slowly intertwined your fingers with his, all while maintaining eye contact.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” You screamed into your pillow again as your head played that scene.

Sleep was so far away now that your adrenaline was so high because of him! You swore you could still feel his lips on your skin. It was as if he imprinted it there and nothing on earth can take that away now.

“Bokuto, stop haunting me! Let me sleep!”

“Now, listen here, missy.” The owner of the restaurant pointed to you sternly as she stood behind the counter. “Tell this boyfriend of yours to stop going here and actually get some much deserved rest! Athletes shouldn’t be tiring themselves!”

You chuckled at her actions and stole a glance at Bokuto who’s pouting excessively at the older woman with his hair seemingly deflating at her ministrations.

“But I like your food!” He whined.

The woman clicked her tongue, as if annoyed. “You can have better food from where you live. Now, stop pestering me!”

“I will come back here more often if you say that!” He smirked and leaned on the counter.

“As if! I know you’ll come back no matter what happens.” She rolls her eyes then turned to you. “We can’t get rid of him even if we wanted to!”

They kept bickering back and forth as you waited for the fruit shakes and other snacks that Bokuto ordered for takeout. It was a long drive back home and he said didn’t want you to get thirsty or hungry. You just listened to their banters and even though they were dissing each other out, you can’t miss the loving and motherly look the owner had for Bokuto.

“You’re a regular here?” You asked him as you settled on the carseat.

“I’m a fan of the view. And as you saw, I’m quite close with the owners and the workers. This is my safe space.” He replied and started the engine.

“When was the last time you went here?” You inquired, suddenly curious of his whereabouts.

“Yesterday.” He shrugged. “And the day before that. And maybe the whole of last week.”

Your eyes widened at his answer. “This is like two or three hours away! How?!”

“I needed some place to relax. And think.” He smiled sadly as maneuvered the car to begin the journey back home.

“Are you alright?” You blinked at your question. His voice seemed low and so sad in contrast to his usual loud and noisy screeches that you were so damn used to. This Bokuto in front of you was so hard to read!

He turned to you for a split second before averting his eyes on the road. “I am. I guess.”

“Don’t hide from me.” You bit your lip hard as you repeated his words to you. You wanted to know him more, to understand his feelings, and to make him feel better.

“Hey, you can’t use my lines against me.” He laughed lightly as he looked at you. Your eyes were begging him to tell you how he is and who was he to resist? “I’m just nervous about the incoming games, that’s all.”

“You still get nervous?” You turned to him, a little surprised.

“Why are you so shocked? Of course, I do! Some less nerve- wrecking than the others but I do always get tension at every game.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair while thinking. “But the upcoming match is a qualifying game for the Olympics so everyone is anxious.”

“Who are you against with?” You asked.

“See, now that’s another one of my worries. The competitors have still not been announced so we have to wait for a month. A whole month! What am I supposed to do?!” He said exasperatedly. “And just last week, one of our teammates got injured so they gave us time off. You know, to rest and shit. But I am restless and—"

“So that’s why you come all the way here?” You concluded.

“Yeah.” He breathed. “The drive gets my mind off of the anxiety and their food just makes me feel like I’m home.”

‘So he is human after all.’ You said to yourself. It was the simplest realization but it did so many wonders for your feelings and understanding towards him.

The drive home was filled with stories of sadness and laughter. You both sipped at your drinks and munched at the chips he bought. And as you both neared your home, it dawned on you that this was the best date you’ve ever had in your life! Bokuto’s so laid back and chill, kind and generous. He listened so intently and patiently to all your life stories and he had a good memory too, remembering the things you’ve told him about yourself in the past dates.

You sighed while sitting up. There’s no question that you were falling in deep for this guy. During the drive, he became his noisy self, acting all the spikes he did at the games comically but instead of being annoyed, you had tears in your eyes because you had laughed so much at his acting. You loved listening to him talk and you realized he wasn’t selfish at all!

Go figure.

Maybe you just mistook his confidence for selfishness and egocentricity.

You can’t believe that you were itching to lengthen the time you had with him. The car was now parked in front of where you lived and it was time to say goodbye.

Your eyes met and there was a tinge of sadness in his eyes which surprised you.

“Look.” He turned to the passenger seat and leaned closer. “I know that I’m not the best date there is and you may have been agreeing to these just because of obligation from your friends but… I’d like you to know that I—“

Closing his eyes, he exhaled. “I really like you.”

As the words were uttered, your body visibly tenses under his gaze.

Panic rises in his gut as he realized what he did. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“N-no!” You tried to swallow. “You didn’t scare me.”

“Then why do you look like you’ve seen ghost?” He chuckled lightly not giving up his stares.

Your shoulders slumped as you sighed. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

He nodded, still looking. “I guess this will be our last, huh?”

“What?”

“I know you don’t like me and you hate my company. I just really like you so I tried to drag it out for so long.” He said sheepishly as he deflated back into his seat. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable and I’m so sorry if I did.”

This was not how you imagined ending your date. You were supposed to be the one saying that this will be the last. You were supposed to be excited about not seeing him again. You were supposed to go now! But the universe really did pull a reverse card on you today.

“Bokuto…” You started, feeling the guilt consume you to the bones. “I’m sorry if I made you feel that I didn’t like you.”

He was fiddling with his fingers now.

“It's just that your first impressions lasted so bad that it blinded me to who you really were.” Be honest. Just be fuckin’ honest! “I did think I didn’t like you but after tonight, you proved me wrong.”

His face looked at you in a flash, eyes finding the meaning behind your words.

“I didn’t know you could be like this!” You gestured to him, a little frustrated because your heart was pounding so bad and it became so difficult to breathe.

“Like what?” A smirk was beginning to form at his lips.

“This!” You laughed. “You’re fun to be with. You’re calm and reliable when needed. And just… yeah.” You’re just perfect.

You stared at each other’s eyes for a while longer, trying to read and drown in each other.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to give it another try?” You asked, hoping to god he’ll say yes to your request.

His eyes widened for a moment and his gray hair perked up a little bit.

“I told you I like you.” He smiled. “Why would I say no to that?”

Your phone beeped beside you. And if you weren’t so red enough from the memory, you knew that you were flaming red now.

It was a text from Bokuto.

Can’t sleep :(

You sighed at what he said. His anxiety about the game catches onto him so much that he often gets insomnia. The poor baby. You were about to reply when another text popped out.

I may or may not be outside your home.

“What?!” You panicked while swiftly looking for a hoodie to put on. Why is he here and why were you feeling excited at the thought of seeing him?

You asleep, little owl?

You bolted towards the doors and true enough, he was there, leaning on his car and dazzling in all his six feet and three inches glory. He looked unreal in this light even in his simple hoodie and joggers.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” His husky voice greeted you as you walked closer.

“No. Can’t sleep too.” You smiled. “What brings you here?”

He shrugged. He didn’t know what came over him when he closed your distance and hugged you tight. To him, you looked like an angel sent to earth only for his eyes to see! You were in an oversized hoodie, hair a little tousled, and your face was so calm under the moonlight. Something inside him prickled at the thought of being domestic with you.

Slowly your arms wrapped around his waist and you surrendered your weight to him. In that moment, he felt like he would burst! Never did he expect for this to happen, for you to give him a chance, but here you were. He deeply breathed in your scent and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

“Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” Your voice was a mere whisper when you looked up at him.

“Like a date?” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“Yeah?” You nodded.

He wondered if you had any idea about how you're making him feel crazier by the minute. If you don’t, then that’s much worse. “What am I gonna do with you?” He chuckled, arranging stray locks of your hair.

“You can go on a date with me.” You laughed and he was sure, so sure, that you felt his heart do a cartwheel when you were resting your head on his chest.

“I’d like that.” He replied hugging you tighter.

It was funny to you that you planned that fifth date to be the last. It turned out to be the first. The first real date where you felt like a princess in a fairytale. It was the first out of a never- ending series of romantic dates because Bokuto Koutarou had no plans of letting you go. Ever.

Okay, wait, hear me out. Have you seen that scene where Bokuto and Akaashi were just outside the hotel and they were just talking all calm and casual? MA'AM THAT'S WHERE I DIED SEEING BOKUTO AHHHH HE'S JUST SO PRECIOUS AND I DO BELIEVE HE CAN BE SERIOUS AND MATURE IF GIVEN THE CHANCE. I AM SIMPING HARD HELP

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littlepadika · 3 years

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well what you did with it was so amazing :’) my other thought for one day if you ever want to write for him again would be like, the same innocent reader/legal age gap vibe looking after him after an awful experience at work or getting in a fight or something. that could be cute (/will be cute because it’s you writing it)! but only when/if you ever have time/want to ☺️ - 🎀

Thank you 🎀anon... here's a little piece of reader patching Stevie up. I left it open at the end for your imagination ;)

Warnings: fem reader, fingering kinda, innocence!kink

You were getting antsy. Steve was still not back even though he promised he'd come by for dinner. It was your one night off for the week and you were hoping to finally make your move and confess your feelings.

"Where is he, Angelita?" You looked down at the pup who was begging at your feet. "Here. One of us might as well enjoy it." You tossed down a piece of the chicken you made.

After a while you decided to go investigate. Maybe he forgot you made plans? You tried not to let your mind go to the worst possible outcome: That Steve was gravely injured or worse killed. Steve went to great lengths to avoid talking about work with you, because he didn't want you to become a target. He didn't want you to worry more than you already did. You knew he worked for the DEA. You knew he was hunting Escobar. That was enough for you to know he was in constant danger.

"Steve?" You rapped on his door. "Steve? It's me."

"Shit." You heard him curse on the other side. "One second!"

A moment later the door opened and your jaw dropped at the sight before you. He had blood coming from his left shoulder. A bullet wound by the looks of it. The red soaked the white shirt he was in.

"Sorry. Eat without me. I'll be down in a minute." He winced, holding his arm.

"Jesus, Steve!" You clapped your hand over your mouth "You're bleeding. We need to get you to a hospital."

"No!" He said loudly "Can you come in..." He beckoned you inside. Once the door was closed he continued talking. "I can't go to the hospital because the Narcos have contacts in there. They'll get my information, where I live.”

“But Steve you’re losing a lot blood!” You couldn't pull you eyes from his bleeding shoulder. The nurse in you was ready to jump into action.

“I got the bullet out I just can’t get it to stop."

"Steve-" You reach out laying your fingers over the wound.

"No hospital." He repeated. You looked up at him and you knew he wouldn't budge on this.

“I can sew it up. My kit is downstairs."

You sit Steve down under your bright kitchen light and remove his blood-soaked shirt. Angelita was standing nearby watching anxiously. He was remarkably quiet while you worked. You managed to get the skin closed and cleaned. You tried not to imagine the events that landed him here. How close the bullet was to hitting his heart. You rinsed the area off with some whiskey hoping the alcohol content was high enough to be sterile.

You chew your bottom lip. You could see fear in his blue eyes.

"What happened, Steve-"

"Don't." Steve clutches your waist before you can finish. "You can't ask me that. I can't put you in more danger."

"Fine." You let it go, sitting down in his lap. You took a shaking breath finally letting the adrenaline leave your body. "I just- I don't know what I would do if I lost you." You felt your voice catch. You were crying. You couldn't help it. "I know we aren't- we aren't anything but I want-"

"Aren't anything?" He chuckled when you looked down blushing. "Baby girl..." Your eyes widened at the name. "Baby girl you are everything to me."

You hugged him. You couldn't help it when he was being so sweet. "You can tell me you know... I can handle it. I don't want you keeping it all inside." You kissed the side of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent.

"Thank you baby girl. You take such good care of me." Steve closed his eyes, knowing one day he would have tell you everything. But not today. Right now he just wanted to hold onto you. "Baby..." He pulled you back in front of him, cupping your cheek. "Can I take care of you now?"

"But your arm-"

"It's fine. I'm safe. With you."

"What if-"

"Shhh" He slid his lips over yours. He teased the seam of your mouth with his tongue, slowly gaining entrance. You moaned when his tongue slid against yours, hot and insistent. His mustache tickled your upper lip as he pressed his face into yours. He pulled your dress up, sliding his hand down to your underwear. You squirmed at the sensation.

"Have you touched yourself?"

"A little." You admitted in a soft voice.

"Has anyone touched you here, babygirl?" He massaged your clit through the fabric making your eyes flutter closed.

"N-no. I'm a virgin." You replied, looking down shyly. Steve sucked in a sharp breath, his cock twitching at the thought of being your first.

"There's nothing wrong with that." He reassured you, making you smile at him hopefully. He couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you was still innocent and choosing to be with him. "You want me to stop?"

"No please. It feels good, Stevie-" You gasped as he pulled your panties to the side, touching your bare pussy which was slick with want. "Don't stop."

He lifted you with ease though he only had full strength in one arm. he shut the door to the bedroom so Angelita wouldn't interrupt and then laid you out on the bed. He pulled your skirt back up like before. Your panties were still shoved to the side. You blushed hard as he looked down at you. You wanted to cover yourself but he held your hands away.

"You're beautiful...Spread your legs for me. Good girl. I'm gonna take such good care of this innocent little pussy- well... it won't be so innocent when I'm done with it."

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 3 years

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Stain/F!Darling: Need

Commissioned by my fellow Stain hoe WrathfulCoyote on Twitter ✌

Word count: 1500+

TW: kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome vibes, breeding kink...kinda (he cums inside so 😅)

____ was used to receiving Chizome's affection by now, but tonight he seemed extra loving. And considering how much he enjoyed "worshipping" her in bed, that really was saying something. Perhaps "loving" wasn't the right word; he was always loving, almost reverent whenever he touched and tasted her. Tonight, he was needy. Desperate. Starved.

He'd come home earlier than usual, and instead of greeting ____ with just his typical kiss on the cheek he'd wrapped his arms around her to hold her close to his chest, leaning down to kiss her fully on the lips.

He only managed to pull away for a few seconds before moving to leave a few more kisses along her cheeks. ____ felt her face heat up as his lips moved lower and lower towards her neck, and she meekly tilted back so her captor could reach more of her. "Did...um...did something happen while you were out?" She felt his calloused hands wander down her lower back and her sides. "You've never done this much just to say hello after work." Could he have gotten hit with someone's Quirk, making him extra affectionate and turned-on and so, so warm against her? He'd held her and touched her before, but this was a whole new level of intensity.

Stain replied in between quick kisses along ___'s skin. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you today," he murmured. He moved his hands underneath her shirt, caressing her stomach and hips while he gently rocked his hips against hers. "I always think about you, though. But this time…" He moved one of his hands to cup her cheek and stared lovingly at her, relishing in the softness of her skin against his. "All of those thoughts were much more heated than usual." He'd gone through random bouts of arousal like this, but before he'd either just ignore it or use his hand to relieve himself. Now that he had his Beloved, he couldn't keep himself from her as that heat began to burn him up from the inside out. He craved her, he needed her.

____ gasped through her nose when Stain moved his head back up to kiss her on the mouth, letting out a small muffled moan when the tip of his long tongue slipped past her lips to taste even more of her. Soon he had pushed his tongue even further into her mouth, and ____ ran both of her hands through his hair. Stain shivered and gently took a step forward, guiding his and ____’s body with small shuffles of his feet until they were both leaning against the old sofa he’d moved into his hideout just for her to relax on; when he was alone he didn’t care about having many places to lounge on aside from a mat for sleeping, but he’d wanted to make this place as much of a home for ____ as possible.

Stain slowly lay her down onto the couch, only pulling his lips away from her skin to hastily pull off his shirt and toss his pants and boxers aside onto the floor. ____ followed suit and removed most of her clothes, biting her lip at the sight of Stain’s cock standing at full attention. When the cool nighttime air hit her nipples and her already-damp panties, she self-consciously pressed her thighs together; even though she knew Stain wouldn’t be offended--far from it, given how much he enjoyed pleasuring her--she was still embarrassed at how wet she was from just a few kisses and touches.

Stain practically pounced on her once she’d taken off most of her clothes, kissing her again and holding her as close while he massaged one of her breasts and rutted against her.The ends of his frayed headscarf dangled from the side of his face, tickling ____’s collarbone as he leaned lower to kiss her neck while he continued to fuck her plush thighs. She giggled from the sensation and Stain smiled against her skin; his hands continued to wander, caressing and stroking every sensitive spot he knew to hear her laugh again in between those intoxicating sighs and moans of hers.

____ felt a cold draft run across her body, and she squirmed at the feeling of precum building up from Stain’s cock as it stuck to her skin and ran down her legs. Stain placed his hands on either of her thighs and gently squeezed them as he spread them apart, revealing her glistening cunt. He eagerly latched onto one of her breasts to swirl his long tongue around her nipple while he rubbed circles against her clit with two of his calloused fingers. “Ah, Chizome!” She bit her lip and bucked her hips as Stain’s hands and tongue kindled the flame insider of her even further. Heat rose to her cheeks and soon she was panting and looking down at Stain with half-lidded eyes. She moved to run one of her hands through his raven-black hair, chuckling when she heard him moan and felt the tip of his cock twitch against her lower thigh.

He moved his lips off of her pert nipple with a small wet pop, and he continued to play with her clit as he looked down at her. "I...I need to feel you," he panted. "All of you. Are you ready?" He circled faster around her sensitive mound of flesh and curled his hand to brush a few fingers against her twitching cunt. He looked almost apologetic for a moment before he moved to kiss the shell of her ear and run his tongue along her collarbone. "I always try to make you cum at least once before... I let myself be selfish." He slipped his middle and ring finger inside of her, and the two of them hitched their breath in unison. "I don't want to hurt you," he continued, running one hand through her hair. "Ever. But I don't know how long I can last without you wrapped around me. I need to...need to sheath myself inside you, please…"

____'s lips twitched into a small smirk for a moment; Stain never did use any 'vulgar' language with her during sex, opting to say things like 'sheath' and 'heat and 'core, and phrases like 'feeling you' and 'worshipping' her. Not only that, but he was so desperate to fuck her and was still insistent on asking if she would let him without the usual intense, long periods of foreplay to ensure she would cum at least once before he did. For a serial killer who'd kidnapped her, he really was a gentleman.

____ spread her legs and tilted her head up to kiss him, on the small area of skin between his nasal cavity and parted lips. Stain let out a shivery, needy little moan while his lips trembled. "I'm more than ready, Chizome," she assured. "Don't hold back anymore. I want you so badly too, you know..."

Stain felt her clench around his fingers, and he finally allowed that struggling dam inside of him to break. He removed his fingers and held either of her thighs in each hand while he pushed them back as much as ____ could stand; he quickly lined himself up with her entrance and guided his cock inside, moaning again now that he was finally able to enjoy her with more than his hands. His fingers dug into her plush skin slightly as he feverishly bucked his hips, and the sound of his sighs and moans and growls were soon joined by the slapping of his skin against hers while she let out quick gasps and pleasured mewls.

____ knew that he was finally close to cumming when she saw that familiar clench in his jaw and heard him gasp softly. "I'm...cl-close…" She threw her arms around him and pulled him down to kiss her, and he eagerly snaked his tongue around to taste every bit of her sweet mouth. His tongue was admittedly larger than average (as well as...other appendages~), and in the heat of the moment he accidentally shoved himself down her throat with the tip and first few inches. He felt her gag around him, and at the same time felt her walls tighten around him as well. Any thought to pull back was extinguished as he came with a muffled groan against her, and as he pistoned his hips and ravaged her walls he felt her cry out against him as she climaxed right alongside him.

Normally he'd draw a bath for them both after sex, but he still had a lingering desire to feel her. Still keeping himself inside her, he finally broke their kiss and moved himself around until he was able to hold her against him. He clumsily moved his lips down to lick and suck her neck, and then trailed down to her breasts while she giggled at the sensation.

"I know you say I'm a deity, but your tongue really is something else," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair again. "I've never felt it go that far before."

Stain caressed her shoulder. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He looked up and noticed the small trickles of saliva and tears on her face. Before he could apologize and insist that he'd never do it again, she pressed a finger to his lips.

"It didn't hurt, exactly," she replied. She smiled and mirrored his small touches on her shoulder with her other hand, still on his back while she played with his hair. "And I definitely want to feel it again."

#.myshit #yandere stain #yandere bnha #.stain #.bnha #.commission

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fluffymcu · 4 years

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The Soft Soldier

@kaithezaftig hope this is ok!

Bucky kept many parts of his life hidden from different people. Except for you, his wife. You knew of his past and the reputation he upheld around his coworkers and even friends. Everyone knew Bucky as a pretty intimidating and serious man. And he liked to keep it that way. He liked that he could keep a certain part of his life to himself. It made him secure somehow. The only other person who knew of almost every aspect of his life was Steve of course. And Steve always kept things confidential with everyone else.

The team wasn’t exactly afraid of Bucky, they just found him pretty intimidating. Of course, he wouldn’t treat them unfairly, he’d use his manners and treated people accordingly. But he’d always give off this serious and distant vibe. No one would question it though, because they knew what he’d been through.

They also knew he was married. They have met you many times, but they never questioned anything of your relationship since they knew Bucky was sensitive about sharing stuff about his family. Either way, the team, especially Sam, Clint, and Tony, would love to tease him about his so called “tough guy act”. Sam secretly assumed that Bucky wasn’t always intimidating and brooding, which is why he liked to tease him. And the fact that Bucky never denied it, instead just rolling and eyes and grunting, only confirmed his theory further.

Tony also thought that Bucky acted differently when he came to the compound and when he went home. He could tell by the type of bubbly person you, and your kids were. But he decides to leave it alone for his sake. Bucky also knew that the team had the same idea but either way, he didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of telling them directly.

“Come on, Barnes, lighten up a bit! Stop looking so dark and brooding.” Sam teased as Bucky passed by the hallway to assist Steve in the conference room to discuss the mission coming up in a few weeks. Bucky only grumbled and kept walking, leaving Sam to smirk. He couldn’t wait to get home to his girls.

“You know, you are allowed to smile, right Buck?” Steve chuckled when he noticed his almost annoyed expression. Bucky only rolled his eyes and continued to discuss further details of the mission.

“I just wanna go home already. I’m tired.” He mumbled. Steve nodded, and continued on with the details.

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“Come on, girls! you’re daddy’s gonna be home in a few, pick up your toys from the living room so daddy can come home to a clean house and relax.” You said, calling out for your twin girls, Rebecca and Lorelei. You smiled as you heard their little feet pound on the floor all the way to the living room to clean up. Lorelei ran up to you and put her hands on her hips and leaned a bit to the side; exactly what you do to Bucky when you get sassy.

“Daddy can’t relax mom. He’s joining us for a tea party.” She ground out. You sighed, shaking your head fondly at her before turning back around to keep cleaning the counter.

“Okay then, but daddy’s gonna come home and he’s gonna be real tired since he’s been working all day. So when he comes home, do you think you can give him 10 minutes to rest a bit?” You asked.

Lorelei groaned dramatically before giving in.”Fiiine. Just 10 minutes ok?” You hummed in agreement before the sound of the keys in the door caught your attention. The twins gasped before running towards the door. “DADDYYY!”

The door opened and Bucky walked in, immediately tackled by his two daughters. He smiled widely as he hugged them both and oicked them up, holding one in each arm. “Hey! How have my girls been? Did they behave?” He asked, the girls immediately going on about how their day was.

You smiled as you walked towards him, watching him put the girls down and leaning down a bit to give you a quick kiss. “And how are you, doll?” He chuckled with a lopsided grin on his face.

“I’m good. How was work?” You asked, running a quick hand through his hair. He let out a deep sigh as he straightened his back.

“Stressful.” He sighed.”But I’m glad to be home.” You smiled and rubbed his back comfortingly.

“The team still messing with you? Teasing you about your tough guy act?” You smirked, giggling when you saw him roll his eyes.

“They never stopped. And I don’t get the big deal about it.” He grumbled, making you chuckle.

“I think it’s cute.” You hummed. Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. “I mean, I think it’s cute that you act all tough and intimidating around people and then come home and suddenly you’re my Bucky Boo Bear.” You teased. Bucky gave you a pointed glare making you giggle.

Right then, Rebecca and Lorelei began to jump around and pull at Bucky’s arms. “Come on, daddy you’re gonna be late to the tea party!” They said in unison.

“Girls, I told you to give your dad 10 minutes to rest.” You said, raising your eyebrows at them. Bucky chuckled and nodded assuringly at you.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind, I’m not as tired as usual.” He smiled, following the girls to their room to start the party. You smiled and began making dinner for the four of you, plugging in your earbuds and turning on spotify.

“Okay daddy, you know the drill.” Lorelei said, waving her hand around like a little boss. Bucky hummed and nodded before taking the tutu Rebecca was handing him, and throwing in on on top of his pants. He then sat down on the small chair at their play table, leaning most of his weight on his legs and knees as to not break the chair. Rebecca then approached him a pink sparkly tiara. Bucky bowed his head to allow her to crown him and he smiled widely, grabbing his tea cup from the table.

“Shall we commence?” He asked, using a horrible fancy accent. The girls nodded before sitting down and raising their tea cup.

“We shall.” They said. “Pinkies up!” Rebecca said, the three of them simultaneously sticking out their pinkies.

You were halfway done with dinner so you decided to check up on Bucky and the girls. Sometimes they forget that Bucky is a human being and he can get tired and so he sometimes needs your help to get a break. You peeked through the slightly open door of the twin’s bedroom and smiled fondly at the sight. Rebecca was wrapping Bucky up in a blue feather scarf and Lorelei was pouring them all some invisible tea.

“Would you like the sugar cubes, or the sugar free one?” Lorelei asked her dad, you pretended to think.

“I’m kinda on a diet, so i better stick with the sugar free sugar cubes. Thank you.” He smiled as she nodded and pretended to pour the sugar in. You internally cooed and pulled out your phone to record the event. Your phone was already full of videos of him and the girls, but what’s another video gonna hurt? You began to record them and smiled.

“You’re lookin’ good, daddy!” Rebecca quipped, also mimicking what you’d always tell Bucky. Bucky gasped and looked hurt.

“What do you mean I just look good? Am I not beautiful? huh?” He asked, poking around her belly, smiling when she squealed loudly and squirmed around. He decided to grab her and sit her on his lap and continue to dig his fingers gently into her belly. “Are you gonna tell me I’m beautiful yet?” He teased, smiling and letting her go when she spat out giggly apologies.

“Enough horsing around! Drink your tea!” Lorelei scolded, pointing a finger at the two. You chuckled and stopped recording, you didn’t wanna get caught.

“Uh oh. Someone has an attitude!” Bucky chuckled before reaching over and snatching her off the chair and tickling her ribs. “Looks like someone needs some tickles to get that funky attitude out.” He chuckled, pausing his attack when he finally noticed you peeking in the doorway. He noticed your phone in your hand as his jaw dropped and as he glared at you playfully. “Were you recording?” He asked. You tucked your phone in your pocket and giggled nervously. “You did!” He gasped, standing up and ripping the tiara off him before running after you.

You squealed and took off to your bedroom, trying to get there fast enough so you could lock yourself in there. “Show me the video y/n!” He laughed as he was gaining on you. You only giggled and yelped when his hand blocked you from closing the door on him. He immediately scooped you up and carried you to your shared bed, “I guess everyone needs a visit from the tickle monster today!” He sighed, throwing you on the bed making your laughter sound more nervous.

“Nohoho! I don’t need a visit!” You giggled, trying to scoot away from him but he grabbed your legs to keep you in place.

“Are you gonna show me the video?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“No.” You scoffed sassily, probably not the best move right now.

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, before attacking your ribs and belly. You squealed, arching your back and giggling hysterically. He tried to reach under you to grab the phone out of your back pocket but you’d always squeal and turn on your side, preventing him from grabbing it. He groaned before squeezing your thighs and right above your knees, making you throw your head back in ticklish agony and kick out your legs. “You can make this stop by showing me the video..” He sang, scoffing when you shook your head stubbornly. “Fine, have it your way.” He sighed, digging his thumbs into your hipbones.

You let out a scream before flailing around as much as you could. Bucky chuckled and kept this up for a bit longer until you finally gave in. “OKAHAHAY! OKAY JUST STOHOHOP!” You yelled, slapping at his hands.

Bucky smiled. “Does that mean you’ll show me the video?” He teased. You nodded frantically, panting when he finally let go and stood up with his hands on his hips, looking at you expectantly. You sat up with a sigh and took out your phone and showed him the video.

He shook his head at the video with a smile on his face before handing the phone back to you. “Do not show this to anyone, ok?” He said. You playfully rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically.

“Yes, Bucky, your alter ego “The Bucky Boo Bear” is safe and secure within this household.” You teased, pinching his cheek and giggling when he rolled his eyes. “I mean, it’s not like I was planning on sending it to team or anything..” You smirked, shrugging it off. Bucky stiffened and poked your belly on last time, making you flinch.

“You better not.” He chuckled. You laughed and bent down to give him a quick kiss.

“Relax. I’m not gonna do it.” You waved dismissively, smiling at the thought of the teams reaction if you had sent it to them. They probably wouldn’t have even been that surprised!

I don’t know how to end this so....... the end

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rosy-wooyoung · 3 years

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🎄 Day 11 of the Christmas project🎄

pairing : san x fem!reader a/n: ngl i’m quite happy with this one. maybe bc it’s kinda personal? idk

You had just arrived at the cottage you inherited from your grandparents when they passed away, and, after driving for so long, you were happy to finally cut the engine. Months had passed since you last visited this small house filled with beautiful memories, and you had this strange feeling of happiness mixed with nostalgia overrunning in your body. The cottage was a small wooden house at the edge of the forest next to a lake, now frozen, the ground and the naked and lonely looking branches of the trees surrounding it covered in snow. You parked your car in the driveway and slightly shook your best friend's shoulder to wake him from his slumber. After a few minutes of constantly shaking him, San finally stirred up, softly rubbing his eyes as he looked around him.

"Are we already here?" he mumbled and you bitterly chuckled, unbuckling your seat belt and opened the door. "What do you mean already? You've been sleeping since we stopped at the gas station. It's been two hours dude," You poked his ribs before stepping out. San shook his head and got out of the car as well a few seconds later, letting out a sigh before helping you clear the trunk filled with things to get comfortable enough for the long weekend you had planned to stay together.

The end of the year was coming, so that meant a lot of things to do at work: closing cases, checking details before sending files to your boss, preparing some others for the new year, it was everything but calm when you entered your workspace each morning. Fortunately, you had worked quite hard during the week, so today before lunch, San and you took your leave of work and hurried to your car, getting ready for a few hours of driving to get to this beautiful place where you had just arrived.

"Gosh, I've missed this place so badly," you said as you looked around you, eyes roaming as you observed the trees and your surroundings. You started getting a bit emotional as you recalled the hazy yet wonderful memories you had collected while growing up until it was time for them to leave.

You remembered spending some of your Summer holidays here with your siblings when your parents grew "tired" of the three of you. They always claimed to need a break from being parents for at least a week, and so did you from them. When you were at your grandparents' house, more fun was allowed than when you were at home. It was an exciting feeling, and you were always looking forward to coming and visiting them at every opportunity you had. You never truly minded because you loved your grandparents and spending time with them. But for your younger siblings, it was a whole other story: they were constantly yelling about missing mom and dad, while you were just loving being there, catching up with your granddad

You had your little secrets with him, things that you hid from your family and your siblings. For example, you and your grandfather would secretly take two easels, always feeling that rush of adrenaline before escaping from the yells of your siblings to find a good spot to start painting for a major part of the day, hidden in the mountains hovering above the cottage. Each time, you came back from your getaway with a brand new piece of art, and a memory to cherish for the years to come. You entered the cottage, and a wave of nostalgia crashed onto you, a sense of comfort wrapping its arms around your shoulders. In the dark, you could still distinguish some of the pieces of art your granddad did when you were together. You opened the shutters and drew out the curtains your grandmother had sewed by herself, making the natural sunlight warm up the place. You then went behind the house and opened the electricity and water conducts while San took care of putting all the things your truck you carry inside the small house.

"It's a gorgeous little place that you hid from me," he teased, and you gently smiled, elbowing him in the ribs as you kept on putting everything in the right place. "It's my sweet escape," you replied as your best friend rested for a few seconds in the middle of the entrance, hands on his hips as he took in the decoration of the place.

When you had some rough times in your life - which happened more often as your grandparents fell sick one after the other -, you came to this little house in secret to unwind and spend some time alone, crying or just chilling. It was a bit like your secret garden, the spot that you had indeed kept hidden from everyone. Even your parents didn't know that you frequently visited here and spend some time in nature. That's why it wasn't as dusty and dirty as one can imagine an abandoned house to look like. Yes, it was a bit straggly, but to your defence, you haven't come to this place in weeks.

As the day went by, it was finally the afternoon, and it had started snowing as soon as you finished setting in the cottage house. You were quite tired from driving for a few hours, only being used to run a few errands for maximum 20 minutes, so you just wanted to chill and maybe take a nap on the burgundy, corduroy couch. San, on the other hand, since had slept a major part of the journey there, was just a human dynamo. Looking around, all smiley and excited as he watched the snow falling from the sky.

"Do you wanna do something outside? We could make a snowman, have a snowball fight or go for a walk?" he suggested as he let himself fall next to you on the couch, tickling your side with his left hand as the other remained against his chest. You stifled a giggle and squirmed, trying to escape from his touch. He stopped for a while, his eyes lingering on you as you were getting your breath back. "And what about going sledging? I just saw that there's a hill on the other side of the lake, we can go there," your best friend offered, but you shook your head with a pout. "San, I'm too tired for all of this," you whispered, and his eyes widened, taken aback that you declined his offer, again, "and where did you even find a sledge?" you added, not even knowing that your grandparents owned one. "There was two in the small storage unit, but don't try to change the subject. Why don't you want to go sledging?" he said while sitting up, laying a hand on your knee, shaking it a bit. "It's the best thing you could do when we have a type of weather like this!" he exclaimed while pointing outside, making you sigh and as you looked out the window. Yes, it was still snowing, and it looked quite consistent enough to sledge on it, but you could see some patches of blue sky appearing here and there, telling you that the good weather wasn't as far as you thought it was.

"Come on, Y/N, just for me," he said as he watched you stifling a yawn, happy that he managed to catch sight of a small nod in your actions. "Really? Let's go then!" he enthusiastically got up, not even waiting for you to run into the bedroom to get dressed. "The things I'd do for him," you whispered to yourself as you tiredly got up from the couch, making your way up the small stairs as well. Once you had slipped on your fleece-lined pants and warm coats, you made your way out the door, San trotting to the small storage unit behind the house to get the sledges. Those were made out of old wood, a thin rope attached to the tip of it. They looked quite old and dusty, but they would do the trick.

"So Y/N, since you're the expert of the region," San teased as he looked over, only to have you staring back at him with a fake bored look, "how can we reach this side of the lake?" he said as he pointed the side opposite the cottage, and you smiled. That is where you used to go painting with your grandfather. "Come on, follow me," you said as you confidently started walking, the memories colliding in your brain as you trusted your guts to get to this side of the lake. In the course of your walk, with San by your side, you told him some of your memories while pointing at different things.

"You see that tree over there?" you gestured to the naked weeping willow a bit further into the stroll, San nodding as his eyes followed your finger, "when it was getting either too hot or too noisy because of my siblings during Summer, I'd take a book and spend the entire afternoon reading underneath that tree," you explained with a soft smile on your face, remembering the great souvenirs as the leaves crunched under your moon boots as you stopped. "And my grandma had a whistle, and she would blow four times when dinner was ready, and I needed to come back," you told your friend, who had a sincere smile on his face. "This is adorable, it sounds like a Studio Ghibli plot," he said while taking your hand, making you walk slightly faster to pass the tree. San knew you well. He knew that if you spent too much time in front of this willow, you'd start getting emotional and probably cry, and that was the last thing he wanted to see.

You silently thanked him with a faint smile as you understood his sudden change of behaviour and you cleared your throat, keeping on telling him happier souvenirs as you finally arrived where San wanted to go. "I can't imagine how beautiful it must look here in Summer," he mumbled as he stared at the cottage on the other side of the lake. "It's even more incredible in fall," you said with a smile, "I came here mid-October and you're just surrounded by yellow and orange trees, you can really feel the fall vibes," you giggled with your friend, letting go of his hand, feeling suddenly nervous. You hadn't even noticed that San had kept your hand in his the entire time, and you were even hotter when you realised that he didn't even look bothered or shy of it.

You took a few pictures of each other going down the sledge, laughing and pushing each other around as the other took an unflattering photo of the other. The powder snow eased your falls every time you pushed the other too hard, sometimes shrieking as you could feel some snow slipping under your clothes and reach your skin. At some point, you were too tired to get up, so you stayed well muffled in your clothes, looking at the sky clearing above your heads. San was also in the snow, ignoring the freezing sensation of water against his neck and the goosebumps travelling his entire body. Instead of staring at the sky as you did, he seized the fact that you were too busy getting lost in your thoughts to stare at you. He loved seeing his best friend at peace like you currently were, it looked like all of your worries had vanished as soon as you pulled up by the house, the stressed Y/N getting replaced by the one that San imagined was the Y/N of your childhood.

The young man shifted in the snow, close enough for his hand to grab yours. As you felt pressure on your glove, you turned your head to the side, looking at him. He was already looking at you with a fond smile decorating his lips, and you raised your eyebrows, silently asking him why he was staring at you like that.

"I wish for this moment to never end," he spoke softly, the density of the snow under you two muffling his words, only for you to hear. "Me neither," you uttered, and San squeezed your hand as an answer, shooting you a wink before looking at the sky like you did just moments ago. He felt your gaze on him, and he started rolling towards you, miscalculating the number of rolls he had to do to come near you, resulting him almost crushing you as he was about to land on his back. You clutched your abdomen, anticipating his weight landing on you, but he swiftly moved around to land on his stomach, his mouth arriving millimetres away from yours.

None of you recoiled, getting lost in the other's eyes. Your breath had quickened up, something going noticed by San. He gulped but kept staring at you, your breaths forming one trail of steam above your heads, unhurriedly vanishing in the atmosphere. San pulled his thoughts and doubts to the side for an instant, his mouth colliding with yours in the gentlest way possible. Despite the dryness of his lips, the kiss released millions of butterflies in your stomach, sending warmth straight to your face. With your mittens slightly covered in snow, you cupped his face, and he groaned into the kiss, the cold against his face attempting to bring him back to reality.

But it wasn't enough to make you two stop kissing each other. You had both been secretly waiting for this for too long, and you didn't want to end the kiss right now. Making the most of it was the key point of the situation, and you let your lips linger on San's as if it was the last time before pulling away. The man gave you mere seconds to catch your breath before pulling you in another kiss, your hearts beating furiously against each other as your tongues danced together, head spinning and getting mushy due to all the emotions you were experiencing.

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cockasinthebird · 4 years

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Apparently I never shared this here?? Some more Soulmate AU because fuck if it isn’t cute

For a Saturday morning, Steve is awake surprisingly early.

When his alarm rings at 8am, he shoots up and has exactly ten minutes to become clear headed after too little sleep, maybe 4 hours or so; it's so hard to fall asleep when his skin tingles.

Feet stumble over yesterdays outfit, as he rushes into his bathroom to turn on the shower, drowsy movement guided by a groggy head from lack of sleep, but it's worth it all when he catches himself in the mirror.

“What song best represents you?” Steve had written on his bicep, and the response was-

“Rock you like a hurricane ;)” Which... isn't a surprise. “You?”

“Don't you forget about me”

He still feels a slight blush creep up when he sees what Billy's response had been. “I won't.”

“Show me your moles again” Billy had requested, written across his ribs.

And Steve had taken his time with that; circled every single one he could reach from the comforts of his bed. Up and down his arms, his chest, that he shaves for this exact reason, abdomen, shins... thighs... hips... down where he trims his pubic hair, body oddly... excited to reveal certain locations, and his heart races as he re-reads, in impressive cursive-

“Oh ;)” down between his legs.

He catches himself grinning like a fool in the mirror.

Then looks at his left hand, words on his wrist-

“Take my hand”

The circle in the middle of his palm has faded a bit, probably worn off by Billy as he had gone about his day-to-day in Australia, while Steve had slept in America.

And he reaches for the ballpoint pen on the sink – a tactic he was quick to learn, is to always have something to write with in every room of the house, rather than just carry one pen with him everywhere and occasionally lose it – then retraces the circle in his palm, now fresh and clear blue.

It takes less than 10 seconds before he feels pressure in the same form again, as Billy draws on top of the circle in his own palm.

Next there's a gentle and familiar tickling across his naked hip-

“Good morning princess” and a little crown scribbled above the i.

Steve is so, so tempted to draw out a heart, to just make that tiny little shape down there, but the both of them understand what a heart so low means. So he simply signs off with a singular dot, to show “message received.”

And in the shower he does his best to wash away old messages and song lyrics; to clean up the canvas for today's fresh pen strokes. His skin is itching to be touched and used again already, ready to be marked up everywhere the two of them can reach.

When the clock says 08:09am he's out of the shower and drying his hair – never before has he washed up so quickly, but for good reason, because barely does the clock switch to 08:10am, when the phone on his bedside table rings.

“Harrington residence, this is Steve,” he says all courteous and well mannered, but who else would it be other than-

“Hey pretty boy,” Billy drawls out.

A smile grows immediately. Steve leans against the table and smooths his hair back from where it lies limply against his forehead. “Hi.”

“You busy?”

Steve hums in feigned contemplation and looks around his room, only slightly messy. “I guess I can take a break from my busy morning for you.”

The way Billy chuckles deep in the receiver urges forth goosebumps down Steve's bare arms.

“Want me to put on some music?” Steve asks per the usual.

Since he lives alone and hates the silence of such an empty home, he listens to music near constantly, and it eventually became a bit of a thing between them, to always have something running in the background.

“Yeah, play the song you mentioned earlier.”

The song he had said “represented him best”, although having thought more about it, there are several songs that could describe him and his life, Tainted Love, Sweet Dreams are made of this, Don't you want me. Plenty of songs put in to words how utterly lonely and starved for attention he truly is, but Don't you forget about me had been the subtlest choice in a constant struggle to not come off as clingy.

“Ok, hold on!” the tone he had intended was soft, but it jumped right into eager before the words had even left his tongue.

Swiftly with practiced hands, he slips out the vinyl from its sleeve, lifts up the plastic cover for the turntable, and places the stylus in the grooves of the LP. The music is low and Jim Kerr's voice fills the room.

Steve dances; pumps his shoulders to the beat and spins his way back to the bed, then lands with a poomf next to the phone receiver he had thrown onto his covers.

“Is it too loud?” he asks with closed eyes as he listens to the song.

“No it's good,” Billy says with a clear smile to his tone. “And the song isn't that bad.”

Saying that they have vastly different tastes in music would be a severe understatement. Sure, a few of the records that Steve has lying around his house is technically from rock bands- Van Halen, Inxs, even Simple Minds is rock, but not the right type of rock according to Billy. It's pop rock, it doesn't count.

“Sleep well, princess?”

Steve feels his lips twitch further up at that stupid name that started out as a tease years ago when Steve had been crying about not getting his way with his rich parents, but now it was something dear.

“Mmh yeah,” he mumbles out and leans into the phone. “Didn't get much sleep though.”

“Hey you can't blame that on me, I was at work all day,” Billy laughs, “You're the one that started it all... couldn't stop thinking about you after you fell asleep.”

“And now I'm awake and you're going to bed,” Steve whines only a bit.

“Yeah... time zones suck.”

There's a short silence, as the chorus plays-

Don't you, forget about me

Don't, don't, don't, don't

Don't you, forget about me

“Tell me about your day.” He crawls further up the bed till he meets with his pillows, and takes the pen from his bedside table.

“Same shit as every other Saturday really, spent all day at work getting distracted.”

The insinuation in his tone makes Steve laugh.

“My co-workers really tease me about it sometimes, they noticed all the circles on my skin and asked about it.”

“And what did you say?”

“The truth; that my soulmate was marking all her moles...” It's clear in his voice that Billy stopped smiling. “I'm sorry that I haven't told them that you're a-”

“A guy?” Steve interrupts, his own mood slightly sour, but he gets it; he can't blame Billy for the way the world works. “Billy...” he speaks softly, “I don't want you to feel bad about not telling anyone that I'm Steve and not Stacy. I've only told one person here the whole truth.”

“Robin, right?”

“Yeah, from history.” He pops off the cap on the ballpoint pen, and sits up to start drawing little flowers up on his thigh.

“Hmm...” Billy hums as he has probably noticed. “How's it going with her and Heather?”

“Pretty good; Robin's become an oddly proficient swimmer suddenly.” And Steve chuckles, “I'm kinda feeling neglected though. My best friend is spending more time with her girlfriend than me!”

“Well...” Billy's voice suddenly so warm and sweet like honey, as he says, “What can you do when you're in love.”

And Steve's heart beats an extra few times upon hearing Billy say that word. Love. Yeah, what can you do...

“Anyway,” Billy says as there's no response from Steve. “There is this one guy at work, uhh, think his name is Julien? Julian? Julius? Something with a J, it doesn't matter. I think he might be gay, too.”

Steve perks up a brow with a sly smirk. “Oh? And how do you know that?”

“I dunno,” his response a slight mumble, “He just... gives off a vibe?”

And the other brow goes up. “A vibe?”

“Yeah! Like!” frustration apparent at the fact that Steve doesn't just get what he's saying. “You know... all... well groomed?”

Steve chortles loud enough for it to drown out the music through the phone. “Ok, go on.”

“His hair is just always so nice, face clean shaven and skin always so clear...”

“Oh you must have gotten pretty close to notice all of that,” Steve is still bubbling with leftover laughter.

“Steve...” but Billy sounds so worried. “You know I wouldn't-”

“I haven't asked you not to,” Steve interrupts and looks up into the air, as if he could catch Billy's eyes and give him a reassuring look. He can feel that they're all so suddenly on the brink of a rather important discussion that they've already had.

“I know! I know...” Billy sighs. “I just want you to know that I haven't... been with anyone ever since you and I started...”

Getting serious? Are they serious? With an ocean between them, can they be...

“Yeah, me neither...” Steve's heart thumps as his mind starts spewing out ideas of what it would be like... to be with Billy. “But you can. If you want to. You don't need my permission, Billy.”

“Yeah you've said that already, and the same goes to you, too, of course.”

“I know...”

But there's a clear air of assumption between them, despite the thousands of miles. Assumption, expectation, hope that there's a chance...

The song repeats again.

Won't you, come see about me

I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Yet the two of them don't say a word. Just listens to the song, together. The type of silence between them that can only be achieved with someone you're so comfortable with. When Steve feels Billy draw in his hand, and looks to see a heart in his palm. A little, shy heart.

And he can't help but smile warmly; feels his cheeks heat up with unspoken feelings- the kind that just came naturally over the last 7 years, and that he wishes to cherish forever.

He draws a heart around Billy's, just slightly bigger, surrounding it, like an embrace.

“Getting tired yet?”

“Yeah,” Billy sighs, sleepy and exhausted. “I always feel so drained during winter. It's so cold and dark... I miss being a lifeguard, but no one wants to go to the beach in this shitty weather. And I use my body in a different way as a mechanic, and I have to deal with customers and co-workers...” he complains about it a lot, but Steve knows that Billy loves getting to spend all day getting dirty and fiddling with cars.

Once talked about opening his own shop somewhere. Says he hasn't quite decided where to do so yet.

Assumption, expectation, hope...

“Should we hang up?”

“Mmmh, no, let me just hear the song a few more times,” is his reasoning, but they both know that that's not why.

They always struggle with hanging up, which is why they don't do this as much as they want to- other than it being expensive of course. Despite their souls being connected and bodies bonded this way, being on either end of the phone line is when they truly exist together. Even in silence, just knowing the other is there too keeps the world away.

“Want me to trace my hand?” Steve whispers softly, his voice a sweet little thing, only for Billy's ears.

“That'd be nice, yeah.”

And oh how he wishes he could see Billy now; eyes closed, a warm and dopey smile, tan body naked under the sheets. There's nothing he wants more in life, than to fall asleep with his muscular arms wrapped around himself, to share body heat, to share their breaths.

But for now, he can settle with drawing the pen along the lines in his palm; creating an endless pattern that Billy describes as feeling like you're running your finger over my skin.

The closest thing to caressing his soulmate that he can get. For now. And the last thing he hears from Billy's end, is him humming with pleasure of the gentle touch.

#Harringrove #My Writing #Soulmate AU #Fluffy fluff fluff #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #working on another part

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ketsuyuki-hibana-typed · 5 years

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Can I also request The Words I Said Only For You, for Kyojuro please!

I... hurted myself by my own hc like hnghhhh, the pain is real. I already made the Taisho Timeline and if you didn't read it yet, find it here

You had to read it first if you wanted to understand what is going on, but yeah, you could skip that and went straight to this.

Rengoku Kyoujurou x Reader (Reincarnation vers. The Words I Said Only For You)

"Hey you!"

"-I'm sorry I suddenly grabbed you but... It's me! You don't know?! I'm your-"

"...oh right."

"How rude of me. My name is Rengoku Kyoujurou, I'm a history teacher. Oh, you are the new literature teacher on this school. I see, well, it's nice to meet you."

"This is your first day and yet, I scared you. I'll treat you lunch later, will you come with me? Great!"

"Huh? This student? Yeah, he's smart but sometimes made problem."

"...you have Dejavu about the hairpin?"

"If you sad, scream 'Wasshoi! Wasshoi! Wasshoi!' Yes! Like that! You will not be sad anymore."

"It's weird because I looked like someone you really know? Well, I don't know... Unless..."

"Uh, I'm sorry! Did I wake you up? I swear, I didn't mean anything!"

"Yomoya, quite famous aren't you! It's good to see you loved by the students!"

"Are you down for drinking with fellow teachers tonight? Great! I'll tell Uzui."

"Are you cold? Here, let me lend your jacket. Hm? It felt nostalgic to you? Well..."

"You drank too much, you know. Are you okay?"

"...I love you. Ever since we met, it felt like... How should I describe this... I've been falling love with you for a long time. No, I'm not drunk. I'm serious."

"Good morning, sweetheart. Ah, you suddenly collapsed after I confess to you and luckily, you're saying yes! No one knew where did you live so I brought you to my house. That's... Kinda embarrassing hahaha. Wait- I didnt do anything weird!! Really!! ...not yet."

"You don't live around here because you don't like train? Why? It... give you bad vibe huh..."

"Mm, your food is so delicious! Can you cook for me again?"

"That face, that blushing face of yours really ticked me. Yomoya, do you really have privilege for always being cute?"

"Uzui, stop teasing her like that."

"Stop with the Rengoku-san already, call me Kyoujurou. You don't want to? Because Rengoku seems cool? Hmph, so you said that my given name isn't cool. Just kidding! Call me Rengoku-kun then!"

"Ah hey, why are you mad at me? I just kiss you. We are in public? I wanted to show my love in front of everyone!!"

"Students! Today we're going to do collaboration between teachers! Your literature teacher will give you the details about the collab. Hm? You- you guys know we will be a couple. Yomoya..."

"It's okay. I will always escort you when you take the train."

"You trembled. The cramped train always give you anxiety and stress? Hey, look at me. Everything is alright, there are no demon- there are nothing to worry about. I'm here. Make me as your anxiety reliever."

"Ops, are you alright? You can't reach the handle? Hang on my arms. Or hug me."

"Haha, you really hugged me hard huh. It's like hugging teddy bear? I really wanna kiss you right now but it's too cramped."

"There is one seat available. It must be tiring right? Sit there, I could stand- you won't? You don't want to be separated from me? God, you are so cute."

"You want to dry my hair? Sure! Not want to brag it but my hair is really fluffy, you know!"

"This marks on my stomach? Yeah, it... It's just my birthmarks. Nothing to worry about."

"I actually felt uncomfortable when other people trying to touch my stomach, including my own family. But you... It made me at ease."

"I just realize there is one cut-mark from your wrist. Did... you do self-harm? No? It's your birthmark?"

"Don't tell me... You killed yourself... In the past..."

"Why are chuckling?! If you did this again I won't forgive you! I'm dead if I really cut myself, you said? But- uh, nevermind. Why I can't angry to you."

"I like everything about you."

"Which one do you like, silver ring or gold ring? Hm? No, I don't want this to be a surprise, I just want to straight knowing which one is better for you."

"Your lips taste sweet. Did you just eat strawberry candy?"

"Caught you! You won't go anywhere until you confess that you made my hair like... This..."

"You like my cheek? It's soft? Haha, stop swirling it! It tickles!!"

"Are you my whole new world? Because you look shining, shimmering, splend- Ow don't hit me, I'm not teasing you! I'm being serious here."

"You still have works? Please don't stay up too late. It will be bad for your skin."

"Good afternoon, (y/n)- wait, you don't look good. Are you okay?"

"Your forehead is hot, you know. Take a rest. What do you mean by 'I'm fine'? You're clearly not."

"Don't push yourself too hard. Should I accompany you to home?"

"No, I'm following you to your class. Your face reddened."

"We almost reach our home, are you okay? Your hand felt so hot."

"You sure you could take the stairs alone? I will take the cooling pad."

"(y/n)!!! Hang on!"

"You awake now? Thank God. You fell down on the stairs and it's a good thing that I caught you in time. Please tell me if you can't- why are you suddenly crying?! Is it hurt? Which part is in pain? I'll call the doc-"

"You- you called me with Kyoujurou..."

"... You finally remember everything?"

"You remembered our past? About the demon slayer? About me as a Pillar? About us being married couple?"

"About my death too?"

"Don't cry, sshh, it's okay now. I'm here. I won't go anywhere. I will always be by your side."

"We live in a peace world now. There is no demon, no need to fight again with nichirin. I promised I protect you in the past. Now I will pledge that promise and won't break it anymore."

"You really screaming my name... Right at my ear. You said that again, and again like a prayer."

"...stop crying and shout my name like that. I'm glad too, I live with you in the same period."

"I'm glad. I'm really glad."

"It's your fault that I'm crying right now. Don't cry anymore, okay? Your face isn't suitable for crying even though you're still beautiful in it."

"Haha, that smile is what I waiting for!"

"You- you could release your hug, you know. You don't want to? I won't go anywhere. I had to take care of you, remember? Take a rest until tomorrow. I'll tell Ubuyashiki-sensei."

"You should rest and get better. Then, we could talk more."

"Yup, looks like your fever finally go down."

"You- you want to feel me tonight? Yomoya, such impatient girl."

"Ah, hey. I will be in trouble if you touch that place."

"No, you still haven't recovered. So, no is a no."

"Don't pout, it make me wanted to smushed your cheek."

"Uh-hum, I love you too. So, get better will you?"

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trillian-anders · 4 years

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huevos rancheros

pairing: chef!bucky x plus!reader

warnings: fluff, domesticity

word count: 1778

Description: chef!au; bucky makes breakfast.

just a taste masterlist

Sunday mornings had been especially good lately. The sunlight filtering through the curtains, the apartment quiet, the sounds of the neighbors not stirring, a couple of honking cars on the street below seemed muffled by the arm around your waist. The body at your back protects you from the sun’s rays. His soft snores the only sound you could really focus on. Hair tickling your cheek from where it fell from the bun he’d put it in to sleep.

In your stretch, legs uncurling and muscles moving for the first time in about nine blissful hours you could hear his snoring stop, fingers curling in your t-shirt as he breathed heavily, burying his face back into your neck and pulling you closer to him, wrapping his other arm across your shoulder.

“G’mornin.” His voice raspy and well slept. Lips soft and pouted with sleep pressed gently against the skin of your neck.

“Hi.” His blue eyes half-lidded met yours. His lips softly pressing against yours.

He’d been spending a lot of time at your apartment lately. It was a little nicer than his, a little less of a bachelor pad and more of an adult living space. He had a drawer. His toiletries sat next to yours in the shower, on the shelf next to the sink. His toothbrush, his electric shaver, a jar of hair pomade and so many discarded elastics. He had a couple pairs of shoes next to your door. Two of his jackets hung in your hall closet. Next to your bed, on the nightstand sat the book he was currently reading. It sat on top of his iPad that he used to look at new recipes and shoot off emails before bed.

It happened slowly before you’d even realized it had happened.

But you didn’t mind at all.

“You want coffee?” He whispered against your cheek, pressing a kiss to the skin there before pressing a kiss to your jaw. You hummed in response, he squeezed you to him tightly for a moment more before slipping from bed, your door left open you could hear him pad to the bathroom first. You spread across the bed, starfishing out stretching the last bit of sleep from your body before following him out. The tv was soft and rambling. The news showing the weather.

“What did you want to do today?” You asked, taking the coffee from his hands and taking a seat at the kitchen island. The scars on his left arm extended partially onto his torso. The skin rippled underneath the florals, his shoulder and back darkened purple, blue, and gold with constellations. He shrugged,

“We don’t have to go out if you don’t want to.” Your coffee was made exactly how you like it, he took a sip of his own before continuing, “Or we could go to the Village, Wanda runs a niche little bookshop there, she’s been asking about you.” You’d met the redhead in passing once, the sweet vibrant, boho woman was Sam’s wife. Which seemed a little crazy seeing as he was a little straight laced from the military, he did a lot of VA work, ran the food truck. But once you saw the two of them together, they meshed so well.

He stands between your legs, fingers brushing back a well slept mess hair out of your face, “Or we could stay in,” His lips tasted like the bitter black brew he’d been drinking, “Watch a couple movies,” Another soft kiss, “Maybe take a nap.”

“Either one would be good.” Fingers laced, he rested his forehead on yours. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, enjoying it, not fully awake. Still sleepy and wanting touch.

“How about breakfast first?”

You’d teased him multiple times about it. How elitist he was about food. Bucky was a very, “I’ll make it from scratch,” Kinda guy. There were a box of mason jars in your pantry that he kept for when he wanted to make something, rosemary salt, compound butters, and what he’d made a couple days ago that he wanted to get rid of. A deliciously spicy and well flavored salsa. The jar is about half full. The two of you having used the other half a couple days ago when you’d had a dip night.

It had been a night where he’d been trying out a couple recipes for dips that they wanted to offer on the menu. Some spicy cajun flavors melded with crab, spinach, a vegan artichoke, something with roasted red peppers and a load of garlic. The two of you had put on the Bachelor and dug into the various pots with tortillas, chips, baguette, and naan. This salsa he’d made for fun, just to have. Something simple and delicious.

He used it now with breakfast.

Black beans, a whole chopped jalapeno thrown in with onion and red and green peppers. Soft and bubbling. He’d cracked two eggs into a pan, basting the top with butter to get the white fully cooked but the yolk soft and runny. Corn tortillas toasted on the open flame of the gas burner, turned deftly with fingers he didn’t have much feeling left in. Put on a plate, tortilla, beans, the veggie mix, eggs laid on top. Leftover queso fresco from tacos he’d made last week, and a large spoon of the salsa.

Coffee was switched out for orange juice. A couple of spare tortillas on a plate between you just in case you needed them. He brought your leg into his lap, hand left on your thigh as you ate your breakfast, idly chatting about the new space they’d found that they think is the one. The one for their restaurant.

“It’s gorgeous,” He told you, “A real industrial space, two floors so we could probably do the resturant and the kitchen downstairs and maybe just have an upstairs bar for tapas.” They had a plan, Sam and Bucky. Their vision synced for what they wanted for the restaurant. All it came down to was pinning down the menu.

“Sam is from New Orleans,” Bucky's fingers entwined with yours while you walked to the subway. “And I’ve always loved Cajun food and that’s why we did the Connect NOLA food truck.” You stood against his chest, arms around his waist while he held onto the bar taking the train into Manhattan.

They were going to bring Connect NOLA into this restaurant. The themed truck, they were looking for an interior designer to bring in the green, gold, and purple—tastefully— into the industrial restaurant.

Fingers intertwined you walked hand in hand down two blocks to a new age looking shop with books in the window. The decor was witchy and gorgeous. The dark distressed wood shelves, the colorful intricate carpet. It was messy, but in an organized way. Herbs and flowers hung dry behind the register, a glass case with crystals and stones. There were comfy well worn chairs spread throughout the store. A small stand with a keurig that seemed the most modern thing in here. Other than the tablet with the card reader plugged into it on the front desk.

You marveled at the sight of her. Wanda was gorgeous. Her red hair was currently piled on top of her head, she wore a dress with a long skirt, the strap of the loose cotton dress half slipped off of her shoulder. Of course she would be a woman who could forego a bra and be fine. A brush of jealousy as she grinned at Bucky, unfounded jealousy. But she was wafish, thin, gorgeous, and married to his best friend. You knew you were being ridiculous. So you shoved that feeling aside.

She bypassed Bucky coming to you, “Oh it’s so good to see you.” She wrapped you in her arms, pulling you in tight. The faint smell of incense and patchouli on her.

“You too.” You couldn’t help but smile back. She was so genuine. She gave off such a pleasant and welcoming vibe you felt foolish for the jealousy just a minute before.

“I’ve been telling Bucky to bring you around for weeks.” She took your hand, pulling you over towards the counter, “He said you want to be a writer?” You felt your cheeks flush, looking back over at your boyfriend who rested his arms on the counter, looking at you innocently.

“I’m not great,” You shake your head, “It’s just a hobby.” You laugh nervously, brushing Bucky’s hand off your arm as he tried to soothe you from the little embarrassment he knew you were feeling.

“She’s good.” Bucky nods, grinning, “I’ve read some of her stuff.”

“When?” You turn to him in a glare. “When did you read anything?” He shrugs, playing with the little cloth bookmarks on the counter, avoiding your eyes.

“You left it open the other night.” He looks at you impishly, “I couldn’t help myself.” The little bit of anger you’d felt in your chest dissolved when he took your hand, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin there. “You’re better than you give yourself credit for.” You roll your eyes lovingly, looking back at Wanda who was smirking.

“I’m okay.” You say, “I’m not a bestseller.”

“Yet.” She grins, “Not yet.”

You’d left with a couple of books at a steep discount, well worn and scribbled in the margins as used books usually are. Bucky held the fabric tote in his left hand while you were tucked under his arm, waiting for the take out you’d ordered, the small shop barely fitting the two of you and the group that had just walked in.

“You’re a great writer.” He whispered into your hair. “I really liked it.” You hummed, turning your face to his.

“You’re not embarrassed that I’m writing a Lord of The Rings style romance?” He laughed, kissing you softly.

“Nah, I kinda liked it.” His fingers wiggled against your side, tickling you. “And it’s a cross between fantasy, romance, and drama.” Another kiss against your forehead this time. “I’m excited for the sex scene that seemed to be coming up.” You scoff, acting offended trying to push away from him which makes him hold you tighter,

“I’m not putting a sex scene in my book.” You laugh, he wiggles his eyebrows, smirking at you.

“Just for me then?” You roll your eyes, he pulls you tightly into his chest, wrapping both arms around you, “Write it just for me?” A slow languid kiss you felt all the way down to your core. And then another. Your order number was called, your half lidded eyes meeting his, pupils blown wide.

“Maybe.”

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #chef!bucky #plus!reader #sam wilson #wanda maximoff

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sysba · 4 years

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ɪɪɪ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʙʀʏᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ●︎ 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈

↠ words: 1.5k ↠ pairing: Bryce Lahela x Victoria Torres ↠ warnings: ns/fw, sexual themes (18+ only), language, poor medical knowledge (I apologize for the stupid sh*t I might’ve written) ↠ a/n: it took me 48 hours to finish this fic, never again, me and smut don’t vibe even tho I’m h*rny all the time! also after today’s chapter I hope you enjoy some food, starving isn’t fun at all...

“Are you done, yet?”

Bryce was sprawled on the couch, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts, a leg casually swung over the backrest as he scrolled through his phone. He had just sighed for what might as well be the hundredth time in the past hour.

“Oh, for the love of⎯” Not bothering to look away from the textbook she was holding, Victoria closed her eyes, taking a deep breath that came out as a hiss. “No, Bryce, I’m not done. Just like I wasn’t 5 minutes ago.”

He cocked an eyebrow as he threw her a glance, but then shrugged and resumed looking at the screen, amusement tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! No need to be so grumpy…” Bryce didn’t have to see her, he could feel her death glare piercing through his skull. And needless to say, it made him want to tease her some more. He pressed his lips together, trying to keep a straight face before he spoke again. “How long is it gonna take, though? I’m kinda bored here.”

Victoria snapped her book close, turning her head to stare at Bryce with an indignant expression.

“I told you I had to study, you’re the one who insisted on coming over!”

With deliberate slowness, he rose from the sofa and made his way towards her. There was a mischievous glint in his dark eyes and something else that Vic couldn’t quite decipher. He looked almost predatory.

“Well, yeah, but I thought I could persuade you not to study instead…” he chuckled, placing his hands on her shoulders and starting to massage her as he stood behind her. His voice sounded playful, but there was a velvety purr in it that made Victoria’s spine tingle. “Normally it doesn’t take me more than a minute, all I have to do is take my shirt off and suddenly you’re all over me.”

That made Vic roll her eyes. “Haha. Very funny, B. But this time I really do need to study. I need to be on my best game if I don’t want Ethan to throw a patient’s chart at me.”

It was hard to keep her voice firm when his hands felt that good… Those massage lessons Bryce had (secretly) took from Raf had really paid off, apparently. Vic had to bite down on her lip to prevent herself from moaning. And Bryce knew it way too well, of course.

Kneading a knot between her shoulder blades, he dipped his head just enough so his breath could tickle the soft skin of her neck. “Whatever you say, Vic,” he murmured in amusement.

“Bryce…” Victoria groaned in weak protest.

She couldn’t give in, not this time, not when she had to turn herself into a walking medical encyclopedia. And even though Bryce had the infuriating tendency to make her forget about the rest of the world, she had no interest in getting another lecture about responsibility from Ethan. Not that she’d ever really listened to any of those, anyway, but still. She gave her boyfriend a pleading look, hoping he would desist.

“Why don’t you help me, instead?” she offered with a soft whine. “This would go a lot faster if you quizzed me, you know.”

Bryce seemed to consider it for a second. Then his subtle smirk widened into a toothy grin.

“Now that is a fun idea.” Moving around her, he picked up the textbook she had abandoned on the table and started flipping the pages. “Tell you what, Vic. I’m going to quiz you, and for every correct answer, you’ll get a reward. How’s that sound? You’ll learn in no time, trust me,” he assured with a wink.

Victoria was about to refuse, but she realized that this was as good as it was gonna get with Bryce. Saying no would’ve meant trying to study while simultaneously fighting off the urge to kill him. He’d gotten pretty good at annoying her into letting him win… and in this case, his win would’ve meant a deliciously pleasing gain for her.

Vic unconsciously licked her lips. “...Fine. Let’s try it your way, Lahela.”

Bryce was gallant enough not to comment on her surrender. Instead, he took her by the hand and nudged her towards the sofa, the textbook still in his other hand. He plopped down, dragging her with him so she fell in his lap. With a flip of his hair, and a megawatt smile plastered on his face as she leaned back against his chest, he examined the book.

“Alright, found one. VSD is the most common congenital heart defect, what condition is it most likely to be associated with?”

“Fetal alcohol syndrome,” Victoria replied without missing a beat.

And just as quickly, Bryce’s lips found her neck. The first few kisses were soft and light, but they still lingered on her skin like fire burns. He placed one last kiss before pulling away, harder than the previous ones, his tongue delving in the dimple where her neck met her shoulder. It made her shiver. Then he went for another question, husked against the shell of her ear.

“What is the most commonly involved coronary artery in myocardial infarction?”

“Left anterior descending artery. It leads to the infarction of the anterior wall and anterior septum of the left ventricle.”

Victoria’s voice was a bit weaker. It sounded almost pained, as she replied, even though pain was definitely the last thing she was feeling. Bryce’s appreciative hum reverberated through her body, and his free hand found the hem of her shirt and lifted it just enough to slide under it.

“Good girl,” he growled, massaging her breast.

Like always, Bryce’s touch walked the edge between rough and soft. He gave her just enough to leave her wanting more, her breath catching every time his thumb brushed against her nipples. Victoria was almost too distracted by his teeth nipping on her ear lobe that it took her a moment to register his following question.

“Now, what is the key complication in the first 24 hours of an MI?”

Vic moaned, the lovely sound poisoned with irritation. “Arrhythmia. Now give me something difficult, B.”

Bryce chuckled languidly. “Careful what you wish for, Vic...You want a challenge, huh?”

Victoria didn’t answer, stubbornly stopping herself from grabbing his now motionless hand and put it to good use.

She didn’t see his wolfish grin and the flash of hungry amusement in his eyes. She was acutely aware of the fact that while he was still holding her textbook with one hand, the other had moved from her breast to her waistline, and his fingers were now playing with the band of her old shorts. Slowly, tantalizingly...

Finally, he gave her what she wanted. The questions succeeded on another, each more difficult than the previous one. As Vic tried to keep up and search her mind for the correct answers, Bryce had slipped his right hand between her thighs, at first teasing her atop of her clothes, and then moving her pants and underwear to the side to reward her whenever she answered correctly.

Cocky bastard… Victoria couldn’t help but curse under her breath. He knew exactly what he was doing, fingers working relentlessly between her legs, bringing her closer and closer to her release and making her mind go numb. His mouth had found her flushed skin once again, as he placed hot open-mouthed kisses on her neck and shoulders, sometimes tilting up her chin to graze his teeth against her jugular.

And all the while, Bryce kept his hand right where she needed it, moving at a dangerous pace against her folds. He was enjoying every sound coming out of her mouth, and the way her breath caught whenever he stroked her in the right way, murmuring words of praise in her ear. But whenever she was too slow to answer one of his questions, he slowed down, leaving her breathless and frustrated.

It was infuriating… and deliciously intoxicating.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Bryce purred, a heated laugh leaving his lips. “Next one’s easy: what are the characteristics of stable angina?”

“It’s, ahh... Chest pain... that radiates to the left arm or jaw… plus dyspnoea and diaphoresis,” listed Victoria, her voice shaking with soft pants. “Symptoms are relieved by... rest or glyceryl trinitrate.” Bryce suddenly delved one finger into her, making her jolt and throw her head back with a hiss. “God, I hate you so much,” she groaned through her gritted teeth, but he smirked and kissed her cheek.

“Mmh, you’re gonna love me in a sec.”

Victoria barely noticed the textbook falling from Bryce’s grip and landing on the floor with a thud. Suddenly a strong arm was wrapped around her, keeping her in place while she tried to buck her hips into Bryce’s touch to get more friction. At that point, she could feel him, his desire hard against her. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

“Last question, Vic. What do you want me to do?” he asked sultrily, and in response, she turned over her shoulder to kiss him properly. A sloppy kiss, with a bit too much tongue. Barely a moment later, she had him under her, his back pushed against the couch as she straddled him.

“What about I show you?”

#bryce lahela x mc #bryce x mc #bryce lahela #open heart #choices open heart #mywritings #nsft

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amazingdriverfics · 4 years

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When the party’s over

This is fucking sad, at least to me. I wanted to give the music vibes, kinda fast, but still full of sentiment.

I also tried something knew, mixing past and present in the narrative, hope you all like it and if u can give me feedback I’ll be very grateful.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: sad, angst with no happy ending

Pairing: Charlie Barber x Reader

My masterlist Song link

‘Call him or not? Call him or not?’ you wonder for the hundredth time as you drink the whiskey on your hand and hold your phone with the other one, his number showing on the screen and taking all of your attention. You know it is Henry’s birthday party and that he won’t pick up if you call him right now, which means you can say what you had practised without needing to face him, knowing that he would make you change your mind.

Without thinking anymore, your finger touches the cold screen, pressing his cellphone number. As it starts to ring, your tears starts to fall, staining your face and salting your lips.

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“Someone will hear us Charlie, stop” you whisper, trying to avoid giggling as he tickles you in the costume room.

“If you behave, they won’t” he replies, voice dropping an octave as his brown eyes fill with a malice they hadn’t been with previously.

His hands quit making you ticklish as they start to wander around your body, your face getting closer to his, ready to feel his lips against yours.

You loved Charlie.

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Voicemail as you presumed and you are ready to leave your message.

“Hm, hey Charlie, it’s me, y/n, but I guess you already know it” you laugh a little bit of your awkwardness, leg bouncing with anxiety as you continue “and I know you are at your son’s birthday, hope everything is going well, but I really need to talk to you about” you stop for a second, gathering air in your lungs and courage in your system “-about us”

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You open your eyes, the fact you just woke up making your eyelids heavy, and you instantly meet his broad figure. He’s laying on his side, hand supporting his beautiful face as his eyes stare at you, a soft smile breaking on his face and adorning the freckles you loved so much.

“Good morning, handsome” you say, voice still hoarse from sleep.

“Morning, sleepyhead” he leans forward, lips closing in your forehead, a gentle kiss that makes you happy. In moments like this you almost forgot he would leave soon to meet his wife and son, his real family.

You allow yourself to live in the moment for now.

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“I’ve been thinkin, and I came to the conclusion that we both know I’m no good for you” you start, holding back a sob “you have a family and I can’t keep on being selfish and taking you away from them. They deserve better and you do too”, you catch a breath once again before feeling the strong flavour of the whiskey filling your mouth, the burning sensation on your throat forcing you to keep going.

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‘So domestic’ you think as you watch Charlie making you some pancakes for breakfast, the sweet smell taking your whole kitchen and filling your nostrils as you watch him moving around like he lived and cooked there everyday.

You can’t help to tear up wondering what it would be like to live like this with him, but you could never ask him that, you could never ask him to leave his son behind.

You knew your place.

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“I know you’ll tell me that nothing ever stops you leaving, but I know something inside of you does so I’ll be the one to leave” this time you can’t hold back the sob, every word leaving your mouth making everything more real. “I have to this, because I’ll only hurt you if you let me. Not because I don’t love you anymore or any other lie I could tell you to make this easier on you or on me. It’s because I jeopardize everything you love the most”

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You hold onto his muscular body as the two of you dance around his living room, some soft tune playing on the back, but all you could focus on was him.

His breathing, his coffee like scent, his warm skin against your cold one, his strong body against your fragile one.

You wish you could hold him forever.

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“I’ll keep working at the company and talking to you, maybe being friends will work” you sigh, pretending to him and to yourself that you could ever like the idea of being just friends with Charlie. “And if you think nothing it’s better once we both said our goodbyes, I guess I get it. I don’t want to ruin nothing for you anymore”

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You feel his big hands massaging your scalp as his wet, bare chest presses against your back, the hot vapor coming from the shower making your cheeks more red than usual.

Charlie was always the best in aftercare and you loved it just as much as you loved sex with him. Today is no different.

After tying you up in bed and making you and him cum, Charlie brought you to the shower and has been cleaning and massaging your body ever since.

You never felt more loved.

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“So, call me when the party’s over, when you can be quiet and on your own, I’ll be waiting. I lo..” you stop yourself and end the call, telling him that wouldn’t help at all.

You put the phone and the cup down as your arms embrace your legs. Finally, you breakdown, tears spilling and wetting your clothes, sobs making you shake until your head hurts and your eyes become red and swollen.

This time there was no coming back.

#charlie barber #charlie #charlie barber x reader #charlie barber x you #charlie barber/reader #charlie barber/you #marriage story #adam driver #song fic #when the party's over

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drawlfoy · 5 years

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Drawn to You (cheesy but i refuse to change it)

masterlist request guidelines requests are open!

pairing: draco x ravenclaw!reader (finally! my first ravenclaw reader!)

request: yes! i’m pairing two together, kind of...if you requested the draco x ravenclaw reader without any other plot specifications other than him being jealous, this one is kind of for you. i didn’t know how to fit the jealousy part in, but you sounded thrilled to have anything ravenclaw and this was next on my list and i didn’t know what to write since i had no other plot points. also...the person who sent this request in, this is for you as well! it’s getting out much sooner than expected, but that’s just because i’m combining.

summary: draco notices a ravenclaw girl doodling him in class and decides to confront her.

warnings: none! just sweet fluff, maybe some cursing.

a/n: oof i’m so sorry for not posting anything for a while! i’ve been going through a rough introspective moment in my life when it comes to my relationship and i feel like i’m on the verge of a breakup and i just kinda feel shitty, so that’s why i’m not writing as much as i should be. i’ll be okay, though, i have no doubt about it. if you have words of wisdom i’m all ears haha. also shoutout to my laptop for deleting the draft of this and making me rewrite the whole thing LOL

music recs: orpheus under the influence from the buttertones

word count: 1,812

taglist: @accio-rogers

Umbridge was a horrible teacher, even when she wasn’t acting bigoted and racist. Her classroom was so soulsuckingly boring that even her Slytherin pets found themselves tired of it.

So, naturally, as Umbridge instructed the students to copy down a passage from their blasted textbook three times, Draco Malfoy couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across the room.

He was always an efficient writer and made quick work of the task, but as he scanned the room, he found that no one else was in the same boat as he was. He ran his fingers through his hair, already drafting the letter that he’d send his father when he got back to the dorms about how Umbridge sucked the life out of every class and that the ministry ought to do something about it. His father would find something to do to make her treat students, or at the very least, Slytherin students, better.

The back of his neck tingled, like someone was watching him. Draco’s eyes shot around the room, trying to see if another pair of eyes were trained on him.

There.

It was a brief moment, but he had seen a girl with Y/H/C hair duck her head down at the table by the door. Looking closer, he could see a blue and bronze tie around her neck. The girl was wearing her uniform, but it looked slightly tampered with--a brooch and a flower were attached to her lapels and a midnight blue scrunchie resided on her wrist.

Ah, he knew who it was. He had never spoken directly to Y/N Y/L/N before (he was never close to any Ravenclaws), but he often saw her floating through the halls, conversing quietly but passionately with her friends at meals, and curled intently over what he thought was a journal in the library. She had a slightly dreamy vibe, but not in the loony Luna fashion...it just seemed as though she looked at everything around her through a different, more delicate lens.

Draco knew he needed to stop observing her like a creep, but there was something off about the Ravenclaw. She was intently focusing on a piece of parchment in front of her, but her textbook was forgotten and pushed off to the side.

She swiftly glanced up again, meeting his eyes and freezing for a moment. A soft rose began blooming on her cheeks as she tried to nonchalantly scan the room, pretending like she wasn’t just looking at him. After she seemed satisfied, she ducked back down to whatever she was working on.

Then it hit him. Her hand was moving in methodical but varied strokes and she often spun the parchment to regard it at a new angle. Draco realized that she wasn’t writing--no, she was drawing something.

He leaned forward in his chair, attempting to catch a glimpse of the picture. His tries were in vain, however, as he was much too far away to make out anything.

Draco was overtaken by an intense curiosity to know what she was drawing, and in typical Slytherin fashion, he had a plan.

Raising his hand, he asked Umbridge if he could go to the loo. She quickly granted permission--he was one of her favorite students, after all.

He rose up from his chair, carefully maneuvering his path so he would be forced to walk past Y/N’s table to get to the door. The girl was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even hear him approaching.

However, once he saw what she was drawing, his previous swagger and slyness crawled into a hole and died, instead leaving him frozen with shock.

Y/N’s careful hand was meticulously adding eyelashes to a sketch of him leaning over his own textbook and writing, as he had been doing just minutes before. Picture Draco’s eyes were narrowed in gentle concentration, her handiwork capturing the intelligent glimmer in his eyes just perfectly. A piece of hair hung over his forehead, just barely tickling his brow.

Suddenly self conscious, Draco reached his hand up to feel his forehead, and sure enough, a stray hair lay there.

She had done a really good job. It was almost as if she had taken a picture and pressed it into the parchment, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

The sudden rustling of his robes jolted Y/N out of her trance, and just as she was beginning to look up at Draco, he bolted off, his mind racing even faster than his feet.

♥♥♥♥

“You’ve got an admirer, Y/N!” Melanie, a fellow Ravenclaw, giggled into her ear.

“Huh!” Y/N responded, looking up from her dinner plate.

“Yeah, look over at the Slytherin table, you’ll see.” The blonde shoved her shoulder playfully, motioning with her head.

Y/N raked her eyes up and down the table, not seeing anyone in particular, until she stopped at the very end of it.

Draco Malfoy’s eyes were unnervingly bore into hers from across the hall, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“Are you sure he’s admiring me, Melanie?” Y/N quipped, nervous amusement creeping into her tone. “He looks like he’s going to skin me alive instead.”

Melanie shrugged, spearing a roasted carrot on her fork.

“You never know with those Slytherins. They’re so unpredictable. One day they’re all over you, the next...” Melanie sighed, and Y/N had a feeling that her friend was no longer offering advice, rather sharing her own personal experience with one Pansy Parkinson.

“I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that,” Y/N comforted, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re more than someone to experiment around with, and you’re gonna find your person one day!”

They were silent for a few moments.

“Speaking of finding people,” Melanie said, “Where did Draco go?”

Y/N looked over to where he had been sitting moments before, only to see his seat vacant. The Slytherin table looked oddly empty without their token head of silvery blonde hair.

She only had a few moments to wonder before a throat cleared behind her. Spinning around, Y/N was greeted with the sight of a rather flustered looking Draco Malfoy.

“Er... hey, Malfoy, can I help you?” Y/N cringed at how professional she sounded, like a saleswoman welcoming him into a store.

He cleared his throat again.

“Yeah, can I talk to you for a second?” He stayed stationary, his eyes flickering nervously and refusing to meet hers. “Alone, if that’s alright?”

Y/N shot Melanie a what the fuck look and received an identical one back before standing up.

“Sure, where do you want to go?”

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Y/N followed the Slytherin out of the Great Hall and to a quiet corridor, all the while wondering what was wrong. Draco had never spoken directly to her, and while she’d always admired him from afar, she never imagined them having a conversation. Maybe he had seen her drawing him?

She pushed the thought away. There was no chance.

“Let’s sit here.” Draco’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts as he motioned to an empty staircase.

They sat down, leaving a healthy few inches between them. Draco fiddled with his robes as Y/N picked at her fingernail polish, justifying her actions by reminding herself that they were chipped anyways.

“What’s up?” Y/N finally asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“Well, I, er, noticed something in class today that I wanted to speak to you about,” Draco said.

Were his hands shaking?

Y/N had no more time to wonder as the truth of the matter hit her. Of course he had seen the sketch of him in DADA. She had thought she was sly about it, but there was no other reason for him to be talking to her.

Recognizing the realization displayed on her face, Draco leaned a bit closer.

“It was a beautiful drawing, by the way,” he informed her softly. “But I’m sure you already knew that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N blurted. “I know that I should’ve asked first. That was super creepy of me to do. I swear I’m not some sort of stalker...her class is just so--”

“Boring?” Draco cut in, one eyebrow raising in amusement. “Yeah, I know. And it’s alright...I just want to know why you did it.”

Y/N froze, another blush creeping up on her already hot cheeks.

“I don’t know, I was bored, and you were in good lighting,” she lied, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Why didn’t you sketch Goyle or Crabbe? They were next to the window with me,” Draco pushed, bumping her shoulder and making her suck in a quick breath.

“I...er....I just do whatever my inner artist desires,” she responded lamely. “You just looked so focused, and your hair is really fun to draw, so...”

She stopped herself before she could let anything else slip out.

“Oh, so you’ve done it before?” he teased, an infuriatingly calm smirk forming on his lips.

“None of your business,” she grumbled, breaking the eye contact and scooting away from him.

Draco waited a few painful seconds before shifting the same distance closer to her.

“I don’t want to upset you,” he said truthfully. “I honestly think it’s cute.”

Y/N blushed again, resting her face in her hand to try and hide the evidence.

“You don’t think it’s creepy?” she asked, cautiously meeting his eyes.

“No, how could I?” he answered, mirroring her actions. “I’m flattered, truly.”

She allowed herself to smile shyly at him.

“Thank you for understanding, Draco, I appreciate it.” She let the words hang out in the air for a few moments before finishing. “I should really head back to my friends though, they’re going to start to get worried.”

Draco smiled too, a rare break from his snarky facial expressions. Y/N made a mental note to recreate the exact scene in her sketchbook as well.

“I know, me being a Slytherin and all,” he agreed. “Your friends are probably seconds away from telling Dumbledore that you’ve been kidnapped and murdered.”

“We really don’t think you’re that bad,” Y/N soothed. “They’d only assume kidnapping. They don’t think you’re cut out for murder.”

Draco looked like he was about to argue, but he shut his mouth and grinned.

“Well, Y/N, I’m glad I got to finally talk to you,” he said as he stood up, offering his hand to her.

“Me too,” she admitted, taking his hand. “I’ve got to be off now, but if you’d like, I can give you the sketch.”

Draco was positively glowing.

“I would say yes,” he began, “but then I’d lose my excuse to talk to you.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. She would’ve clasped her hands together as an anxious movement if she wasn’t clutching one of Draco’s.

“So what do you propose then?” she pressed, only stumbling over her words a little bit.

“I hear Hogsmeade has even better lighting than Umbridge’s classroom.”

final a/n: woah this request was adorable and i’m in love with the person who sent it in tysm. also did not edit this and i don’t have any beta readers so i apologize for any glaring plot holes/mistakes. let me know what you thought of it!!

#draco #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco x oc #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy imagine #slytherin #harry potter #harry potter imagine #ravenclaw

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brbaabs · 5 years

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The Dornish Bird - Chapter 6

Hey, guys! How have you been?

I’m soooo excited about this update, really. This is my favorite chapter so far, I had so much fun writing it for you guys. It is a happy chapter too, I hope you like it. We have some jealous boys in here...

Oh yeah, it’s time to say goodbye to our dear Lady Catelyn. I really love her character (and actress, she’s amazing), and our reader will miss her a lot. We have to say goodbye to Robb and Theon too, by the way. I’m the only one with teary eyes? Today’s song is nostalgic enough to get you in the vibe, I like it so much with Robb’s picture, It kinda matches the mood too. Here you go!

Word count: 2.507

(Y/n) watched as the people prepared for the royal’s departure. Everyone was busy with something, no one minded the silent girl sitting on a fence with her owl resting by her side. She let the bird out of his cage to hunt his last meal before their travel, but he did not seem to be hungry. In fact, the bird didn’t move away from her at all. Even with their little time together, the animal seemed to enjoy her company. She could see why Lady Catelyn gave him to her. That owl was a faithful companion, and the Gods knew she would need it.

"Are you looking forward to staying inside a carriage for a whole month, Orie?" The girl mumbled.

She named the owl over her favorite constellation, Orion’s Belt. However, Orion did not answer his owner's question. She sighed.

"I thought so." She said. "I wish I could fly like you, at least I would be free for a short time."

She wanted to pet the bird, but Orion wasn't very fond of touches. She tried to rub his head once, and the bird pecked her finger. (Y/n) kept her distance since then.

"I guess it could be worse, at least we don't have to walk all the way to King's Landing." The girl sighed.

The lack of response from her bird made her smile a little. She could get used to talking to herself like that. Orion could hear her, but he would never be able to say anything in return. He would be like a flying journal.

"Do all the madwomen talk to birds or it's just you?"

She trembled slightly with that sudden deep voice. Grinning at her reaction, Robb Stark made his way in her direction. Once he was close enough to smell the sweet scent of her hair, the Young Wolf felt his belly twisting. Since he found out that (Y/n) was his bride, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Orion opened his wings, annoyed by the male's presence. With a loud peep, the bird flew away. (Y/n) sighed, watching her not-so-faithful companion abandoning her so easily. She learned that Orion didn't like too many companies too.

"You scared my owl." She said.

Rob laughed. She smiled a little.

"I'm deeply sorry, my lady." He said sarcastically.

There was something in the way he spoke that made (Y/n)'s heart beat faster. She blushed discretely and swallowed her embarrassment. Chuckling, the girl got up from her improvised seat and approached the man slowly.

"Does my Lord need me for something?" She asked.

Robb smirked at her sarcasm. That's why he liked (Y/n) so much. No other girl in Winterfell dared to sass the eldest Stark child. She was sincere, he prized it about her.

"I do, actually." He said. "Care to walk with me?"

The girl bowed.

"And who am I to refuse my lord's company?" She said.

Robb laughed at her words. With shiny eyes and a large smile on his lips, he offered his arm. (Y/n) smiled, linking her arm to his.

The pair started their walk with calm steps. (Y/n) looked around slightly. Her presence was suddenly noticed by the people around them. They stared at her as she walked with Robb, her arm in his. She put her left hand in his elbow, biting her lower lip softly.

"I'll never get used to all this attention." She said.

Robb's smirk grew wider.

"They will look even more when you come back." He said. "They are contemplating their future Lady, doesn't it remind you of the day you arrived? You used to look at us like this too."

The girl blushed furiously at his statement.

"I wasn't like them." She muttered.

Robb laughed again, she pouted.

"Yes, you were." He said. "You still are. I see the way you look at my mother like she is a goddess."

"Oh, how I would love to hit you right now, my dear Lord."

Robb laughed wholeheartedly. She laughed with him this time, sighing quietly.

It felt good to be with him. She liked his company, and most importantly, she liked him. The girl was worried at the begging of their courtship since she never saw Robb as a potential husband. She acknowledged his handsomeness a long time ago, of course. Every single girl in Winterfell had their eyes on Ned's oldest boy, but (Y/n) got used to seeing him only as a friend. She suppressed any attraction she could ever feel for him, even when Theon said that Robb would "fuck" her if he had the chance. But she knew that he would never look at her with other eyes.

At least, that was what she thought.

Robb took her to the Godswood. He knew she loved that place, and he liked it himself too. They would have privacy there, and she would get the chance to say goodbye to her favorite place. That simple display of concern would make her happy, he thought. And he was right.

(Y/n) flashed a large smile once they arrived at her usual spot. Her bright grin illuminated the whole forest, making Robb's heart skip a beat. 'Gods, she is gorgeous.' He thought. In moments like those, he could only think about how lucky he was to have her as his bride.

"I love coming here." She said, her voice sweet as honey. "I'll miss this place so much, I wish I could take the lake to King's Landing, but I don't think it will fit in my luggage."

"I bet it would if you just got rid of all your books." Robb teased.

She glared at him, the man smirked at her grim expression.

"I'd rather get rid of you, dear fiancé." She said. “Even my oldest book has a better smell.”

Robb's shocked face made her laugh with all her might. He snorted, letting go of her arm. Once she was free, (Y/n) ran.

"Oh, you little..." He said.

She laughed freely as her legs worked to distance herself from him. Suddenly feeling like a beast, Robb's body responded automatically to her defiance. He chased after her as a wolf hunted its prey. His mind was filled with pure challenge and wanting. His hands craved for her skin. His mouth yearned for her taste. For the first time in his life, Robb felt like a true wolf.

And he wanted to devour her in every way possible.

Since his feelings were so intense and strong, her sprint didn't take long. The hunt ended as soon as it began. Robb captured the fair maiden in his awaiting hands and trapped her between a large tree and his own body. (Y/n)'s smile faded as her face grew warm, her cheeks went red as a beet. Her breath was taken away by Robb's sudden proximity, and her heart pounded like a drum in her chest.

"Why did you run away from me?" Robb asked hoarsely.

(Y/n) gulped hard, feeling her legs tremble. She felt desired under Robb’s gaze, his eyes burned her face with pure lust.

"I knew you'd catch me."

As soon as those words left her mouth, Robb's breath got stuck in his throat. His mind went black, his whole body blazed with a burning desire. He wanted her.

And he wanted her now.

Without a second thought, Robb lowered his head and touched her mouth with his yearning lips in a passionate kiss.

Their first, but not their last.

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The young couple paced in jumpy steps, grinning knowingly at each other. (Y/n) was still trying to fix her dress, but it was impossible to conceal the tear Robb left in the fabric. He smirked at her, making her blush.

"Oh, stop grinning like an idiot." She hissed at him, even though she was smiling too.

His smile only got bigger.

"You have to admit we had a lot of fun behind that tree." He said.

The girl blushed but ended up laughing at his statement. Yes, they had their fun among the sacred trees.

"The Gods will punish you for this, you dirty man." She said.

Robb rolled his eyes.

"We made love, what kind of God would punish us for this? I bet The Mother is pleased by our act of passion."

(Y/n) could almost see the face Lady Catelyn would make if she could listen to her son's words. Smirking, the girl blinked innocently to Robb.

"Would she? What about your mother? She would like it too?" She said.

(Y/n) laughed hard of Robb's startled face. It took a few seconds to Robb to realize she was teasing him. When he did though, he attacked the girl with tickles. (Y/n) squealed happily as his hands assaulted her soft waist, turning her dress into a wrinkled mess once again.

"Let go of me!" She yelled in a high pitched voice.

"Never. You're the one who deserves to be punished." He answered.

She kicked and screamed, but Robb only released her from his tickle therapy when he felt like it. The girl panted heavily, with little tears of joy on the corners of her eyes. She stared at his bright blue eyes and sighed. How could a girl like her get so lucky? She just had her first time with a wonderful person, and it was the best thing she ever did. That handsome man was hers.

And she was his.

"Fucking finally!"

Robb was about to kiss (Y/n)'s reddish lips when they heard Theon's voice.

Annoyed, the Greyjoy approached the happy couple with a deep frown on his face.

"Where have you been? Everyone has been looking for you." He said.

(Y/n) glared at him with a discreet pout on her lips. Robb could see her uneasiness. She was enjoying their moment too much to allow an interruption. Even Theon could tell she would murder him if she had the chance.

Chuckling lightly, The Young Wolf enlaced his right arm around her waist and pulled her to him. Her body fitted in his almost perfectly, making (Y/n) whine softly. She smiled and bit her lower lip. Her body already craved for his over and over again. She wanted to spend the rest of her day with Robb, in a quiet place where no one could hear their moans.

"What is it, Theon?" Robb said.

(Y/n) placed her hand on his chest while he talked. She sighed in approval when her fingers found the spot right upon his heart. She could feel it pulsing against her palm, almost if she was holding it. Robb grinned, his hand made its way towards (Y/n)'s fingers. He held her hand in place, and she knew he was enjoying her touch. She sighed again. 'Oh Theon, leave us alone', she thought. Robb was thinking the same thing.

Theon stared at the pair. They were glowing, any person in that household could see that. Robb's hair was messier than normal, and (Y/n)'s dress was visibly ruined. As Theon studied the girl's face, his eyes grew wider in realization.

"You fucked!" He said.

(Y/n) jumped slightly with his sudden cry. Robb frowned, looking away from his bride to face his friend. He could tell that the Greyjoy was disgusted by the tone of his voice, but what Theon's face showed took the Stark boy by surprise.

He looked angry for some mysterious reason.

"What on earth are you saying?" Robb said. "Apologise to (Y/n)."

He wasn't denying it.

"You couldn't wait any longer, could you?" Theon said. This time, his words were directed to the girl in front of him. "You were eager to spread your legs to a wealthy man like a whore, weren't you? Was it good, Robb? Is her cunt tight enough for your liking?"

Without thinking, (Y/n) let go of Robb's embrace. Acting on impulse, the girl slapped Theon across his face. Disbelief painted the boy's face. He touched his cheek, feeling a painful sensation spreading like wildfire on his face.

"How dare you?!"

"How dare you!" Robb shouted.

The Young wolf shielded (Y/n) with his body as he moved towards Theon. He never felt so angry in his entire life, his mind almost failed to assimilate all that happened in the past seconds. As (Y/n) tried to conceal herself behind him, Robb glared at Theon with piercing eyes.

"How dare you speak to my bride like that?" He spoke angrily.

Before Theon could even think about what to answer, a new person stepped into their argument. Fuming, the Lady Stark herself separated the two enraged boys with her slender arms. At that moment, (Y/n) noticed something she should have detected earlier:

They were not alone.

And everyone in the scene was watching their fight like hawks.

"What is the meaning of this, Robb?" His mother asked, dead serious.

But her son couldn't answer. He absolutely couldn't reveal the truth behind that short-lived conflict between his most trusted friend and his future wife. If Catelyn found out about their dirty ploy in the sacred woods, she would murder both of the lovebirds and them feed the dogs with Theon's dead body. Besides that, if the people around them heard the truth, rumors would be spread and (Y/n) dishonored, and would not be worthy of the role of the next Lady of Winterfell.

And Robb wouldn't risk it.

The young man breathed deeply to keep his head in place. He looked Theon in the eye as his lips muttered a questionable explanation.

"It's nothing, mother." He said. "We will solve this later, don't worry about it."

Catelyn was far too clever to notice the lie behind Robb's words but decided to let the boys handle it as they pleased. In the meanwhile, she needed to scold her protegé for acting so unladylike in front of other people. If (Y/n) wasn't aware of her new position, then Catelyn would discipline her.

Taking that cue, the Lady grabbed the girl by the arm quietly enough to look gentle, but her hold was strong upon (Y/n)'s skin. The girl gasped, surprised by her Lady's actions. Fierce as ever, the woman gazed into her girl's eyes startlingly.

"Come with me." She said, running shivers down (Y/n)'s spine.

The girl gulped hard but found herself in no place to deny. With a last warning look directed to the two boys, Catelyn pulled the dornish girl towards the Stark home. Watching the two women distancing themselves from them, Theon and Robb faced each other again. Sparks flew from their intense gaze as both boys tensed their bodies.

They knew that their friendship would never be the same after that fight considering that Robb found out Theon's feelings in the worst way possible.

His best friend desired his bride.

And The Young Wolf did not like it one bit.

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killervibe · 5 years

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Distracted 😉🤦🏼‍♀️

Here’s 3k of Killervibe, West-Allen and fluff

“Hey, what was it that you saw?” Iris asked him as soon as Cisco got to the Cortex.

He shifted his weight, adjusting his daughter so she could continue snoozing with her cheek pressed against his shoulder as he followed Iris to the monitors.

“It was chaos, like, cars piling up and then this giant thing,” Cisco rambled, trying to remember the bits and pieces. “It was green.”

“No location? Nobody you know?”

“No!” Cisco exclaimed. “Nada. I just know it happens tonight.”

Iris flips on a switch for the coms in Barry’s suit. “Bear, you got that?”

“Yeah. I’m going up the North side, Wally the South.”

“Ugh.”

Ralph swung in his seat lazily, removing his eye mask. “I guess we just wait then.”

Cisco walked out to grab his gear just in case they needed to be on the go. He had to sling his jacket over his shoulder, then bent down to get his shoes very carefully as to not jolt the sleeping beauty. He hooked his fingers into the curve of his sneakers then straightened himself back up, and went back to where the rest were.

“And then she told me she felt like I wasn’t reaching my best potential, you know? So I had to try—“

Cisco dumped his stuff on the table, then glanced at the screens again. “Really. Nothing?”

Iris and Ralph shook their heads.

“Cisco,” Iris said, gesturing a bit wildly, like she was desperate for his help. “You’d say Ralph is an excellent detective, right?” Iris sent him a rather pleading look.

Cisco turned to Ralph who was looking kinda glum. “Oh. Sure, I always liked you better than Sherloque. You knew that.”

Ralph made a deep sigh. “My In-Laws don’t agree.”

“Oh,” Cisco said again, rolling his eyes. “In-Laws. Lord. I know.”

“I don’t have any,” Iris said.

There was an awkward silence.

Cisco and Ralph shared a look.

Iris cleared her throat, and returned to watch Barry and Wally run around.

“Listen, you just gotta tell them what they wanna hear, ‘Yes, Dr. T I’ll consider investing in that company, and maybe next year I’ll get my eyes laser corrected, thanks’, and it gets you off their backs until the next time.”

“Actually that sounds pretty decent,” Ralph thanked, then got up to jot that down. He stretched his hand across the room for his pen and Ralph’s Book on Marriage.

“Where’s Caitlin?” Iris asked eventually after more tense silence. It was never fun waiting for danger, especially when they had no idea what they were in for. Team Flash loved their jobs, they did, and none of them saw permanently retiring anytime soon, but now that they were all settled down, with wives and husbands and children, they had to become exceedingly more careful.

“Pharmacy,” Cisco said, knowing his voice was one inflection away from dreamy. He had a particularly bad case of love drunk he hadn’t seem to have shaken since they found out Caitlin was pregnant again. “She needed to refill her prenatal vitamin prescription. She should be back soon.”

Iris looked up, catching his eye, softening at Cisco’s hand tracing soothing patterns along Amalia’s back. “You two are excited, huh?”

Cisco smiled into his daughter’s hair. “Thrilled.”

“You think baby two will be a breacher like Amalia?”

He settled into his chair and rolled his neck over the back of the leather, closing his eyes and let out a drawn out groan.

Cisco loved his daughter and that she had his powers like nothing else in the entire world, but it was exhausting to take care of a metachild who could more or less teleport. The amount of involuntary hide-and-seek and tag Cisco and Caitlin have to play with Amalia hopping into baby breaches around the house is insane. And he doubted it was stopping anytime soon.

Cisco wasn’t sure he could go through that all over again. “Honestly, I don’t even have the energy to think about it. We’ll worry about that when we get there. We need a vacation. We’re already swamped and Caitlin isn’t even in her second trimester.”

“We’d love to take Amalia if you two would like some time off alone,” Iris offered. Cisco tightened his hold on his little girl, feeling stupidly protective.

Amalia, Nora and Don got together like three peas in a pod, all roughly around the same age of three and a half, but Cisco didn’t want to exchange his daughter for a vacation.

“Thanks Iris, but I think we were thinking more like a family getaway.”

“Oooh,” Ralph goes. “Niagara Falls is a good one. They’ve got this crazy log cabin in Canada called Great Wolf Lodge with a giant arcade room and jumbotron animatic animals who talk and sing to children.”

Ralph pauses to look up from Ralph’s Book of Marriage when he was met with silence. He huffed. “I promise it’s not as creepy as it sounds.”

Cisco tapped against his black leather Vibe pants, thinking.

Iris pulled up an article one of her junior staffers wrote for the homestyle section of the Central City Citizen. “What about Disney World?”

Cisco perked up. “Disney?”

“—GUYS? Are you still there?”

Iris minimized the tab, rolling across the desk back to the monitors. “Just a minute, honey.”

She rolled back, clicking on the article.

“You don’t have to go to California or Florida. There’s also one in France. That seems pretty cool.”

Some cackling came on over the coms.

“Are you guys talking about Disney World?”

Ralph saved iris the trip and flicked on the speaker.

“Yeah. We’re talking vacays. Don’t you think Cisco and Caitlin should go?”

Some wind cut the mic, but then it went still, the woosh of Barry speeding around disappearing. He must’ve stopped.

“I don’t know,” Barry’s voice cut in, giving his two cents. “I think Amalia is too young and it’s kinda pathetic when you can’t go on the rides because of pregnancy. I’d wait a couple more years. Ugh, and the lines.“

Ralph nodded. “Good point.”

“We should all go when our kids are older!” Barry suggested, sounding excited. “Four years from now maybe, when this new baby is no longer too young. 2028?”

They all hummed in agreement, as if they could truly make such a ridiculous plan so far off in the future.

“Whoops. Sorry, gotta check something,” Barry’s line disconnected, but they were all too distracted to pay much attention.

Amalia started to stir.

Cisco checked on her as she grumbled, flexing her curled fingers into Cisco’s skin.

“Hi baby,” he whispered, sitting her upright on his lap. “Good sleep?”

Amalia frowned adorably, taking in her surroundings. She reached up for Cisco’s hair, taking a fistful and yanked.

“Hey now,” he said, jerking his head away and shooting Ralph a half-hearted glare for laughing at him. Cisco grimaced when she smacked her hand over his face.

“She’s being very grabby recently,” he tried to explain, but in all honestly it wasn’t necessary.

He diverted his attention back to her, gently prying her hands off his face.

“Hey mini me. You good?”

She nodded, sucking her thumb. Caitlin tended to give herself an aneurysm trying to stop Amalia’s bad habit, but Cisco didn’t really bother.

“Hey Miss Lia,” Iris cooed, coming over to say hello. She stroked her soft hand. “Is Auntie Iris getting a hi?”

Amalia turned her head, burying her face back into Cisco’s neck.

“Ouch,” said Ralph.

“She’s a grumpy sleepy.” Cisco shrugged. “Don’t take it personally.”

Iris crossed her hands over her chest, pursing her lips. “Mmhmm. I think it just means she needs more toys to remember who’s her favourite aunt.”

“Sue’s her favourite,” Ralph said with pride.

Iris glowered.

Cisco bit his tongue, not wanting to get in the middle of this.

He stood up again and walked around the Cortex, bouncing Amalia a little to wake her up. Amalia’s hair was all mussed, her bangs falling over her eyes, so he gently swept them away, zoning out from the conversation as he focused on being in Daddy mode until—

“I think Sue and I are going to adopt a pig.”

“A pig?”

Amalia immediately burst into giggles, making oinking sounds.

Cisco stared up at the ceiling.

“—Why?” Iris shrilled.

“Okay, first of all, Mrs. West-Allen, I do not appreciate that tone. It’s a thing. Pigs make great additions to a family. Pigs are the new babies.”

“Oink oink oink!”

“And,” Ralph continued stubbornly, “They are very intelligent. You should consider it, Cisco.”

Cisco looked at Amalia, who was very well versed in farm animal noises, which last month he was very proud of but today may get on his very last nerve.

“I’m fine with my baby, thank you.”

Amalia only intensified her pig snorts.

“Is this your idea, or Sue’s idea…?” Iris asked, leaning against the desk with a very amused if not slightly mystified expression on her face.

“Oh it’s my idea but I’m sure Sue would be game. She’s a free spirited woman. I’m sure she’d love a hog.”

“A hog?” Iris repeated faintly.

“A piggie!” Amalia shrieked, beside herself with excitement.

“Yes Amalia!!!” Ralph banged his fist on the table, pumped at his little cheerleader. Amalia only screamed louder, the two egging each other on. Ralph pointed at Cisco. “This kid is going places!”

“Oink! Oink! Oink!”

Cisco and Iris shared a long glance.

“…Uh huh.”

Cisco grimaced at a particularly loud Oink! and held his squirming child out an arm away, trying to set her down. “Okay, Amalia, sweetheart, you’re shrieking in Daddy’s ear.”

She struggled, very opposed to being put down, and climbed up his Vibe pants desperately, digging her nails in trying to latch on, whining when her little socks touched the floor.

Cisco sighed, scooping her back up, feeling a lot like a mother kangaroo. He needed a pouch or something.

“I want a piggie!! I want a piggie like Uncle Ralph!!!”

“You do, huh?”

“I want a piggie!!!!”

Cisco rubbed at his temples with his free hand. “Ralph doesn’t have a pig,” he reasoned.

“—Not yet.”

“I wanna piggie!”

Cisco yanked off Amalia’s right sock, and flung it on the ground in the direction of her little playmat with her abandoned Duplos, tickling her baby toes. “You already have piggies!”

She squealed, wiggling as he played with her, hoping it would divert Amalia’s attention away from demanding a pet that would give her mother a heart attack. Iris stifled her laughter behind her hand watching them two.

Amalia finally wanted to get down, so Cisco let her go and she went running for Ralph.

Ralph met her halfway to him, stretching his arms out to snatch her and pull her onto his lap to chant about pigs as Cisco and Iris slowly backed away—Cisco needing an aspirin—Iris, coffee.

“Hey,” Iris said, “Remind me that I need to leave in fifteen minutes to pick up the twins from my dad’s. Do you think you could breach me there?

“No problem. Think the emergency won’t pop up by then?”

“Probably not,” Iris admitted. “Hmm. Maybe I should call my dad and ask if he could keep Nora and Don overnight.”

They bumped into Caitlin, who had a plastic pharmacy bag twisting from her grip in one hand, and her phone in the other. She was staring down at the device with growing distress, quickening her pace, unaware that they were down the hall.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Cisco said, breaking into a jog to meet up with her. She stopped abruptly when Cisco cupped her face.

Expecting one of her soft glowing smiles, he was very surprised to see her frown deepen, shoving her phone in his face.

“Have you seen the news!?”

“…The news?”

“Barry was kidnapped! Chaos! Pandemonium! All tech was shut down, it was like a Kilg%re 2.0. It caused a pile-up downtown, I was stuck in traffic for a good half hour. Why haven’t you done anything!?”

Iris swore under her breath, grabbing Caitlin’s phone, and sprinted back to the Cortex.

“Are you okay?” Cisco asked automatically. Of course, if the city was in danger he was going to help, but his wife and her safety will always be his number one priority.

Caitlin nodded, leaning into his touch, and he removed his hand from her cheek, to run down her shoulder and arm, then placed them over her stretchy cotton shirt. She was just starting to show.

“You look so beautiful.”

Caitlin put her hand over his on her stomach, her worry disappearing from face as she sighed. “Yeah? I’m finally feeling better. I think the morning sickness is gone for good.”

He leaned forward, lifting her chin to give her a featherlight kiss. She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. The plastic bag with her pills shaking behind him. He pressed their foreheads together.

“Good trip?” he asked.

“Yes. Where’s the little one?”

Cisco chuckled. “In the Cortex with Ralph. Putting on an excellent rendition of Peppa the Pig. That’s banned now, by the way,” he joked lightly.

Caitlin pulled backwards. “What now?”

He grabbed his wife’s hand and tugged her along, telling her she’ll see soon enough.

Amalia noticed as soon as her mommy was there, ditching Ralph to run into her arms. “Mommy listen! Oink!”

“Wow,” Caitlin praised, her voice sweet like syrup. “Did you and Daddy go to a farm?”

“No!” she giggled. She lifted her arms up and Caitlin sighed, putting down her purse and plastic bag to take her daughter.

Cisco went to join Iris, who was desperately trying to reactivate the suit signals. Cisco scooted her out of the chair, flexing his fingers to take over.

“Should we be opening a breach and just go on? Doesn’t Barry need us?” Ralph asked.

“Mama, I want a piggie!”

Cisco was trying to outhack the virus, but paused enough to lift his eyebrows, filling his wife in. “Ralph wants to adopt a pig and apparently now so does our daughter.”

Caitlin laughed, and pulled off her left sock. “You already have piggies!” She tickled her toes as Amalia shrilled.

“Been there. Done that,” Cisco commented dryly. “Hey, what are your opinions on theme park vacations? Barry says Disney World is fun but are you up for that?”

“Mama, can I have a piggie?”

“Um,” Caitlin shot Cisco a helpless look. Cisco made a noise of equal exasperation as he hooked back half of Central City online.

“I can’t give you a piggie, love, but what about a baby brother or sister? And Cisco—I don’t know, theme parks are a drag when pregnant. My feet will hurt from all the walking.”

“Where is Barry!?”

Amalia considered Caitlin’s proposition, but alas, no.

“Piggie!! Piggie!! Piggie!!”

“Yeah that’s what Ralph said. What about a beach? Also they have Disney cruises!” Cisco hummed as his fingers flied over his keyboard, then smacked the counter. “Done. We’re online.”

“Oh! That sounds nice!”

Iris stood in the middle of the cortex, about to pull out her hair. “Is anyone going to help me find my husband!?!!”

Yellow lightning lit up the room as Wally wooshed in with a disorientated Flash.

“Barry!” Iris exclaimed, running to him as he stumbled.

Wally panted, putting his hands on his knees. “Thanks a lot guys.”

“Oh,” Ralph said dumbly. “We forgot about you.”

“You don’t think I noticed that,” Wally snarked back.

He flicked on the TV. Every single channel Wally flipped to as he channel-serfed was showcasing breaking news of Kid Flash basking in glory and saving the day.

“How did you not notice our coms went down?” Barry asked, wincing when Iris gave him a bone crushing hug.

Caitlin put down Amalia to check up on him.

“…Uh.” Ralph said.

Amalia started to spin around in circles, barefoot, oinking.

“The satellites, you didn’t use them?”

Cisco cringed and replied truthfully.

“Couldn’t look at satellites if we weren’t looking at all.”

“What,” Wally’s voice went dangerously flat.

Amalia knocked into Wally’s shin. She grinned up at him when he shot his hand down to keep her steady.

“Uncle Wally will you get a piggie with me and Uncle Ralph?”

Wally eyeballed the little girl, at a loss for words.

Ralph stood up, flexing his fingers. “Well as long as nobody’s too hurt…I guess I’ll go home now.”

“Ow!” Barry yelped from the Med Bay where Caitlin was treating him.

“—Would you just—Hold still—“

“Um,” Ralph said.

“What happened here?” Wally griped.

Iris bit her nails, harried, peering into the Med Bay through the glass window.

“Daddy look!”

“Amalia, stop running around you’re going to trip,” Cisco warned her.

“Piggie!!! Piiiiiiiiiiiig!”

Cisco sent Ralph a death glare. “You did this.”

“Oink! Oink! Oink!”

“You made her,” he shot back.

“Piiiiiiiiiiiiiig—Owie.”

“Was that Amalia?” Caitlin called with concern.

Cisco clamoured over. He knew this was going to happen. And now she was crying, but even a bumped chin couldn’t prevent her from whimpering “piggie” between her hiccups.

“She’s fine!”

He sat on the ground and pulled her close, shushing away her tears, and wiping the wetness away from her eyes, pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks.

Eventually Wally stopped crossing his arms, and let go of trying to size them all up, dropping his arms to his sides in bafflement. “Well?!?!”

Iris, Cisco and Ralph looked at each other nervously, scratching their heads as their eyes slid to Amalia, still screaming for a pig.

“We, uh,” Iris said, tersely. “We got…”

“Distracted,” Cisco filled in.

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amberandmetal · 6 years

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I see you | Ch.2

❖ Mature

❖ Contains Dom/sub dynamics, more specifically DD/lg (check series masterlist for info), references to past abuse but nothing to graphic (if you are unsure, dm me and I’ll be happy to answer any questions)

❖ Working for an event planner company you’ve been assigned to chaperone a Stark afterparty, making sure everything run smoothly. When things turn upside down you find yourself in the company and comfort of none other than the Tony Stark - and for some reason he doesn’t seem to want to let you walk out of his life.

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Your sister had not been happy about you stalking in at 6 in the morning, especially since it had woken up the baby. You had felt a bit ashamed as his piercing screams had started tearing through the house.

“You just count your blessings that he doesn’t like you yet.” she had snapped as she’d made her way into the nursery while you seized the opportunity and slipped into your room, closing the door with a relieved sigh.

In what fresh hell do you manage to spend the night on Tony Stark’s couch in his garage ? Really, y/n? Really ?

You shake your head and quickly make a beeline for the windows, closing the drapes and then shimmy out of your dress and underwear to flop naked onto your bed, letting your hair out of its ridiculous hairband confinement. The sheets are cool against your still sleep-heated skin. You close your eyes and wrap yourself in them, stretching and curling around on your bed until it looks more like a nest than a proper bed. Finally satisfied with the pillow, sheets and duvet arrangements you let out a deep exhale, feeling every muscle in your body untense.

Deep mahogany brown eyes drift into your conscience and you jerk, your eyes flying open. What the fuck? You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the warm tingling feeling that had settled in your chest. No, no. Nonsense . Once again you try to get comfortable but this time a meticulous goatee framing plush soft looking lips turnt up into a crooked grin sneaks into your mind. No no, no .

You try to clear your head, focusing on the feeling of the sheets against your skin but as a moth to flame your thoughts blurr into the shapes of brown tousled hair and rough yet delicate fingers, long and smudged with oil grease. You let out an irritated huff and start to count your breaths, violently pushing the unwanted thoughts out of your focus.

Inhale , one, exhale; inhale , two, exhale; inhale, three, exhale; inhale, four, exhale..

(09.24)Tony: I exchanged our numbers while you were sleeping. hope you dont mind. You forgot your Devil wears prada heels on my couch

(09.27)Tony: Did you sleep? Hope you did. Still looked a bit shaky when you left, kiddo

(10.42)Tony: See this is what the “wildly inappropriate being completely my thing” was about. What can I say? I completely denounce all kinds of social protocol. Dont tell me I didnt warn you

Your eyes seem to have frozen, permanent in their state of boggling right out of your skull. You move for the cliche trick of pinching your arm. The skin left by your fingers turn slightly pink and you shiver. Nope, definitely awake. Your thumb hover over the screen. You can’t deny the familiar fluttering in your chest the unexpected texts brought on but at the same time you feel a sense of wariness climbing your back and settling in the hollow where your spine meets your neck. What’s his angle?

You set the phone down next to your thigh on the bed and let your head rest in the palms of your hands. This whole situation has become completely surreal. How has it even come to this?

Brown eyes fleet back into your mind, but not the honeywarm ones that refused to leave your thoughts earlier that morning but turbid, hollow ones; like the colour the water takes on when your feet stir up umber slime from the lake floor.

He had been there. How had he been there? At that same party? How had he even known where you were? Surely he must’ve been there for you, what other business could he have had at a Stark afterparty? He was the editor in chief for a newspaper for fuck’s sake. He would never have been invited.

Another memory flash across your vision and you suddenly feel a tingling around your upper arm where his hand had clamped around you. The need to vomit is suddenly overwhelming and you rush into the small bathroom next to your dresser.

Moments later with a stomach -if possible- emptier than before you slump down on your bed, a fluffy blanket wrapped around your naked body, cold from the chilly bathroom tiles.

(12.01)Tony:

I am aware of the one sided communication taking place here but I just need to know youre okay. A simple o.k would suffice. Dont make me check in on you. The stalker vibe doesnt suit me.

You smile despite of yourself and the thoughts filled with lurid memories of the last year of your life slowly gets replaced by others; memories of hot breaths against warm skin, stubble rasping sensitive flesh, tufts of disheveled chocolate hair tickling the inside of your thigh, hands made to caress and protect rather than to strike, lovebites being soothed by warm kisses raining down on you like snowfall, whiskey eyes and pink lips turned up in a smile.

Your breath catch in your throat as the images from that morning’s dreams flows through your thoughts. You hadn’t thunk it possible but you are starting to seriously question the possibility of your heart beating right out of your chest.

Wow .

(12.17)Y/n:

Hello, Mr.Stark. I am so sorry about last night. And sorry for the late reply, I slept for longer than I intended. Thank you for telling me about the shoes, I must’ve been more out of it than I thought. I am okay, thank you for the consideration. I’ll pick up the shoes later today, if that is okay?

You cringe at the stiff formal wording but you have no idea how to play this. Why is he so..casual? And why does he even care so much? The thought of Tony Stark genuinely caring about you has your mind kind of reeling a bit.

(12.18)Tony: No.

Your heart stops.

(12.18)Tony: Easier to just go outside and get them, wouldn’t you say?

What the..?

You get up and go to the windows, peeking out through the drapes, thinking he’s had his PA drop them off but there is nothing on the curb, not a living soul in sight, just parked cars lining up the street on both sides. Among them a creepy looking black car, way too fancy for this neighborhood. It wouldn’t surprise you if it is the FBI doing surveillance on your creepy ass next door neighbor. You sigh, scratching your neck, not knowing what to make of any of it. You decide to let it sit for a while, especially when you get a glimpse of the time and realise you’re late for work. You don’t have time for a shower so some wet wipes and perfume will have to do. 10 minutes later you are out of the door, barefoot with your sneakers hanging by their laces in your hand as you fumble with the keys to the door.

“Is it a bohemian thing?,” You jump, completely startled, “or is it just a hate of shoes in general?”

As you spin around and get greeted by the sight of Tony Stark leaning nonchalantly against a sleek black car (that looks unnervingly familiar) you become extremely aware of the embarrassing sound that had just escaped your throat.

“W-what?”

“The no shoes thing,” he says, vaguely gesturing to your bare feet, ”Everytime I see you, though admittedly it’s only been twice now, you seem adamant to not wear your shoes.”

There’s a laugh twinkling in his eyes that are peering at you over the expensive looking sunglasses. The amused smile playing on his lips is infectious and you release a quiet breath you weren’t aware you had been holding and you relent, giving a small smile back.

“It’s not so much a hatred of shoes as the love of feeling my ground beneath me,” you take a few hesitant steps down the stairs to the sidewalk when you notice something red glinting in the afternoon sun, “oh, you didn’t have to.. I would’ve come by to pick them up.”

He holds your shoes up as if examining them and then glances back to you.

“I couldn’t take the chance, now could I?,” he grins but then his demeanor changes as he scratches the back of his head, ruffling up his hair and squinting at you through his designer sunglasses, “and to be perfectly honest I got worried when you didn’t answer my texts. You seemed pretty shaken up last night so I wanted to make sure..” he cut himself short with a sheepish shrug.

“I promise you I’m not creeping, this is just genuine concern, okay? And Happy here,” he gestures to the driver’s side of the car, “ conveniently remembered where you live.”

You inch closer from the stairs until you’re right in front of him. Images from your dream spark in the back of your mind and you feel a warm sensation as your body begins to heat.

“I don’t mind. Really— it’s nice.”

Tony huffs a small chuckle.

“Well, that’s great then. Listen, you need a ride to work?”

You quirk an eyebrow.

“You know where I work?”

“With your freakout last night about me telling your ‘boss’ I kinda put two and two together.” he informs with a wink, opening the back door and gesturing for you to get in.

A small blush creeps up on your cheeks. Oh, that .

As you got in you could’ve sworn hearing Tony mumbling something that sounded terribly close to “ adorable ”.

III

The car ride was pleasant. Despite your initial wariness Stark had been nothing but kind, easy going and, strangely enough, hilarious. Somehow this man totally gets your kind of humour which, sadly, is a big first.

Tony also have a smile that manages to light up the entire room, or in this instance: car. It is beyond infectious and you yet again feel yourself relax in his calming presence. It’s strange, you’ve never met anyone before who seemed to have this certain aura about them that just invited for comfort and ease. It was like being unknowingly doused with a shot of valium; except valium never made you feel quite this..giddy.

He's in the middle of telling you a story and you throw your head back and laugh, not caring in the slightest that you snort a little.

“Your robot did what ?”

He laughs, leaning back with a denim clad leg propped up on the seat next to him; the casual appearance a stark contrast to the meticulous suit tailored image you’re used to seeing in the media.

“Hah, yeah well.. I must’ve missed a few screws when I made DUM-E, or I screwed a few on too tight.”

You peer curiously at him.

“So why do you keep it? Why don’t you fix it or turn it into something else?”

A strange expression sets across his face, something almost wistful.

“Well, firstly because to me he is not an it but a he , and he’s my first. I made him at a time in my life where I .. let’s just say I needed the company,” he squints at you momentarily as the sun moves behind your back, and then continues less serious, with even the touch of a smile tugging at his lips, “He is like that idiotic puppy you get for x-mas one year who won’t stop peeing on the rug or drink the toilet water but you still love the little bastard.”

You feel warm sudden. All the PR proclaiming this image of Tony E. Stark: emotionless playboy, attitude for miles, unattainable and mighty, and here was this sweet man, slung casually over a three seater in jeans and a The Doors t-shirt talking about his creations like they were people, like they were his family. Before you can give yourself the chance to reconsider you open your mouth.

“Can I see you again?”

His brows shoot up on his forehead and his eyes look almost comical in their surprised state. You curse your entire face as your cheeks betray you by heating up again.

He sits up, looking you over, then licks his lips, peering at you over his sunglasses.

“You want that?”

You smile sheepishly and nodd.

He beams.

“Absolutely.”

IIII

“Looks like someone charmed the pants off a certain Stark last night.”

Oh god, what now?

You turn around, plastering a fake smile on your face and feeling a little sick with yourself in doing so but hey, you need this job. If you lose it there is a good chance your sister is going to kill you, or bare minimal maime you a little. You look down at your boss, she is at least 6 inches shorter than you but that does not make her any less terrifying.

“Boss, hey.. Look I am so sorry— “

“Sorry? For what? You must’ve done an amazing job last night since this is the first time we’ve actually received a call after hosting a Stark event. Stark’s assistant called me up this morning, this proper little thing Ms. Potts,” you coughed, covering the chuckle that bubbled up in your throat at your boss calling the 5'7" Pepper Potts little, “ and she absolutely rained praises over you, telling me they’d only like you to handle their business from now on.. strange seeing as you were only the chaperone.”

A weird expression set in her perfectly painted face, a mix of awe and suspicion. You swallow thickly.

“Oh, well that’s great. I’m honoured, really—”

“Yes, well,” she sniffs, her face an alarming blend of stern eyes and a blinding smile, “don’t fuck it up. It’s our most important client.” She pats you on your shoulder and then sashays back into her office, leaving you standing in the hallway wondering at exactly what point during the last 24 hours you’d taken a wrong turn and ended up in Wonderland.

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