#n hes like 'oh hold up touch?? touch good can she do that again pls'

[luveline]

Hi idk if u have already written this if u have pls igonore but what about the first time bombshell reader calls Spencer beautiful?

fem, 1k

“Gideon has a new prodigy.” 

Your head rises of its own accord. “Yeah?” 

“He's younger than you. Twenty three, I think Hotch said. Fresh out of college, two degrees and working on a third? Or maybe he was getting his doctorate? I couldn't keep up.” Morgan shakes his head in disapproval. “Overeducated and under-experienced. He failed his physicals. The ones he took, anyways.” 

“Ooh, ouch. A baby on the team before me,” you joke with a smile. “Genius baby, but a baby.” 

Morgan smiles when you smile, he's too nice not to, but he picks up soon enough, crossing his arms where he's stood and wrinkling what was once a finely steamed suit jacket. “I don't know what Gideon's thinking.” 

“Does anyone ever know what he's thinking? What's Hotch say about it all?” 

Morgan reads what you're typing from over your shoulder and corrects a mistake. One day you won't need his help, but for now you take as much of it as you can get. You're not too proud to acknowledge when you mess up, you're a realist. Super sensible (in mind if not action). 

“Hotch lets Gideon do what he wants, mostly. What can you do when he's one of the originals?” Morgan leans heavily onto his desk by the forearms and shrugs. You’re similar in this regard; complain, move on. You're similar in other ways, too. That's why you get along. 

“Well, I want to meet this guy,” you say. “We'll be teammates just as soon as Strauss stops hating me. I'm one strategic boxed bouquet from a full pardon.” He laughs and touches your arm like he believes you. “Is he around?” 

“Here they are now.” 

You spin in Morgan's desk chair slowly. Jason Gideon is stalking through the office with his head in the contents of a manilla envelope, while a new face follows behind him talking a mile a minute. 

“Obviously,” you hear Gideon interrupt as they get close enough. “Agent Morgan can explain that to you. Don't overthink it, Spencer, just try to get through it.” 

He doesn't acknowledge you nor Morgan as he leaves Spencer and hurries up the steps leading to his and Hotch's offices. You aren't expecting much else from him. What little Gideon knows about you he doesn't like. If you ever get over the Strauss hurdle, it's him you'd have to convince next. You don't watch him cross the landing, your gaze focused on the man making his timid way toward you. Your lips part briefly, and then quirk into an overjoyed smile. 

“Oh, you're beautiful,” you say without thinking. 

He frowns at you. 

“Reid,” Morgan interrupts, “This is Y/N L/N. She works in the sex crimes division. As you can imagine, we get a lot of crossover.” You stand, holding out your hand. “Y/N, this is Spencer Reid.” 

“I don't shake. Sorry.” 

You press your hand to your chest. “Oh, that's okay. I shouldn't assume…” Your voice melds into a silkiness that has his shapely brows furrowing further, “It's nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. You're really pretty, do you know that?” 

Spencer peeks at Morgan quickly, who laughs good-naturedly. “She's serious, Reid. She's not making fun of you.” 

“You'd know,” Spencer says. It isn't malicious, but it isn't exactly friendly, either.

You twist to frown at Morgan deeply. “Morgan, you're not being nice to him?” 

“I'm being plenty nice, sweetheart, but this is how it works. I gotta haze him a little.” 

“No, you don't.” You tip your cheek toward your shoulder to look at Spencer through your lashes. “He pretends to be worse than he is, I promise. But don't let him neg you, okay? You're smarter than he is–” 

“Hey.” 

“–and he's used to being the office pretty boy. It's jealousy, nothing else,” you finish. Spencer really is gorgeous now you're close enough to see his eyes. A brown like caramelised sugar tented by dark, dark eyelashes. When he smiles, the very slightest hint of teeth shows, and it makes him even prettier. You endeavour to make him smile again. “Sorry if I'm coming off a little strong. It's not my intention.” 

“She's just nervous. You have everything she wants,” Morgan says. 

You sigh forlornly. “Oh, doesn't he?” Spencer's confused pout is even cuter than his smile. “Getting into the BAU is about as easy as walking on water.” 

“For a human,” Spencer says. “Easier if you're smaller. Like a water strider.” 

There's a silence. Morgan is aghast, you think. You're in love. 

“Yeah?” you ask, stars in your eyes as his own spark to life. 

“Because water strider's can transfer their weight, but also due to their hydrofuge hairpiles. Their microhairs.” He catches himself, measuring your expression carefully. “Did you really wanna know?” 

“Do you wanna get a cup of coffee and tell me about it?” you ask. 

His lips part as yours had when you first saw him. 

He's prevented from answering as Hotch's office door opens and the man himself walks out near the railing. “Good, you’re here. I have something to talk to you about.” 

You grin at him. “I'd love to chat, Agent Hotchner, but I'm getting to know your new protégé.”

“I see.” He waits. 

You would ignore him —Hotch has a soft spot for you (or rather, he likes you enough to put up with you, which is more than can be said about other members of his division) and he'd shrug off your dismissal— but you're really keen to hear what he has to say. Perhaps Strauss has changed her mind about your proposed trail basis with the team. 

“I'm so sorry,” you say to Spencer, immediately re-dazzled by his pretty, lovely face. “It was really nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. Maybe next time you can tell me more about it.” 

You give Morgan a quick thank you for the help with your paperwork and trust him to log out of your emails. In your rush up the stairs, you hear a wisp of conversation. 

“Was she messing with me?” 

Morgan laughs. “No, kid. That's how she is.” 

"Oh... She's nice."

"You have no idea."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[fettuccin-e]

Like It Like That

Kinktober Day 16: Role-Reversal

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls oh pls wrap it irl i'm begging you), rough sex, fingering (r!recieving), slight degradation, dom!steven my love my life (w/c: 897)

A/N: Another part of the rapid-fire Kinktober catch-up! This one is a tad short but guys we're so close to being fully caught up I can practically taste it oh my gosh!! And I needed more husband Steven, especially because I feel like I fluctuate between dom and subby Steven in all of my fics, so he's perfect for role-reversal! (I've been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings for the month!)

He’s usually so good for you. Perfectly happy to whine beneath you as you do whatever you want to him. And he’s always so responsive, giving into your every whim without question, desperate for your touch.

Marc put the idea in his head, just like he always seems to. Steven supposes that he brought it on himself, asking Marc if he really liked being in charge as much as he seems to. He did.

“'Course I do, and she fucking loves it,” Marc had said, eyes going dark. “She gets so damn desperate for it. It’s like she’s in goddamn heat.”

Steven had watched you both that night, watched on through your bedroom mirror as Marc tore you apart, fucking into you harder than Steven has ever dared to. And you had cried with the force of it, dripping down Marc’s cock as he fucked you hard enough for tears to spring to your eyes.

Steven couldn’t get the image out of his head, needing to see you like that again, needing to be the reason for it.

He asks you one night, over dinner of all things, like he’s discussing the fucking weather, “Can I have control for a night?”

“What?” you ask, setting your fork down and scooching closer to him on the couch. “Like, in the bedroom?”

Steven’s face flushes bright red. He won’t make eye contact with you. “Yeah,” he breathes, “Want to see how it feels, if that’s alright with you.”

You smile at him, ducking to his lips to meet him in a gentle kiss. “Of course, Steven,” you murmur. “Of course you can take control, see if you like it.” And in the back of your head, you can’t help but wonder how Steven, the sweetest, most docile man you’ve ever known, could possibly be dominant.

A few nights later, you find out. You find out, spread underneath him, just how far he can take it.

 “Fuck, please Steven, need it so bad, please,” you whine, unable to help yourself as Steven’s fingers spread you apart, jamming into your pussy so hard your head spins. 

“God, that’s so beautiful, love,” he murmurs, “keep begging for me.” And you realize that you’ve never been the one begging for him before. It’s always him, writhing and pleading beneath you. The change, his dark eyes roving down your body as he plays with you like a fucking toy, is enough to give you whiplash, sending you into a tailspin.

“Please, Steven,” you gasp as his fingers jackhammer into your g-spot, sending your back arching as you bear down on his fingers. “Please fuck me, need it- need it so bad, baby.”

Steven grins, the same cocky, self-satisfied grin Marc always gives you when he’s got you like this. It’s fucking maddening.

“Marc was right,” he murmurs, “you’re fucking gorgeous when you get desperate like this.” You flush with heat at the compliment, throwing your arm over your eyes to escape from Steven’s unrelenting gaze.

Before you can even breathe, Steven grips your wrist, pinning your arm above your head. “Look at me when I fuck you,” he snarls, deep and dark and so unlike your Steven that it makes your entire body lock up, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning. You’re lightheaded as you feel the blunt head of his cock push at your gaping entrance.

He doesn’t break eye contact, holding your arm above your head as he pushes inside without remorse, not giving you a second to recover before he’s pulling out, and slamming into you again.

You’re so used to the way Steven whines beneath you, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

Now, you’re the one gasping for air as he growls above you, fucking into you at a pace that is utterly obscene, practically ripping you apart, straight down the middle, with his violent thrusts.

“Steven, fuck, oh my god, Steven,” you slur between his harsh movements into your aching body. You can hear the sound of your pussy around his cock, the wet slapslapslap of your bodies meeting over and over again.

“God, you’re so wet for me, love,” he rasps. He pulls his hand away from your wrist to grasp your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you onto his cock. “You love this, don’t you? Being used?”

You choke on your moans with his words, gasping for air.

“Fuck! Yes, I love it, love when you fuck me like this, oh shit- Steven!” Tears spring to your eyes, leaking down your cheeks. The headboard slams against the wall, threatening to dent it, but you couldn’t care less. Not when it feels like you could pass out from the pleasure of it all, Steven’s cock jamming into your g-spot with every single thrust.

“You look fucking perfect like this, darling,” Steven growls, “getting fucked like a slut.”

And you’re fucking gone, trembling and gasping soundlessly as you squeeze Steven’s cock with your orgasm, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts in once, twice before he’s following, leaning into you to lick into your mouth, his hips moving in aborted little thrusts as he floods your pussy with his cum.

As you both settle, Steven lets himself rest on top of you, his weight comforting and warm.

“Did you like it, Steven?” You whisper, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“Mhm,” he hums tiredly into the crook of your neck. You chuckle.

“Good, because I fucking loved it.”

#messy husband steven i love you i love you #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #dom steven #steven grant x y/n #steven grant my beloved #marc spector smut #moon knight x you #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader

[bvclee]

Can you pls do a Eunchae x female reader[fluff]

It can be a series that is decided for you.

{I don’t see Eunchae x female reader,it’s really rare and she’s my bias.i get that she is a minor and so am I}

(eunchae is our cute babe, sure !!)

aquarium lovers

non idol!hong eunchae x fem!reader

genre: fluff

summary: you had a passion, jellyfishes. and you fell in love with someone that never seen one of them in her entire life.

you absolutely loved jellyfishes.

ever since you're a little kid, you had a sort of passion about them. when you used to go to the beach with your parents, they would usually warn you about them.

you kneeled down curiously, hands on your lap as your eyes narrowed watching the fish probably dying. your curiosity taking over what your parents had told you, you tried to touch it.

"y/n!" your dad yelled from across the beach running toward you as people all started to stared. he suddenly pulled you into his arms in panic as your mom also run over you.

"are you okay!? did you touched it!?" she asked, her hands travelling your face, looking for any kind of pain. you shook your head as you glanced back down.

poor jellyfish.

meeting eunchae was unexpected and probably the best thing that ever happened to you.

you loved to study in the quiet and chill place the cafe down your street was. almost 7pm, you decided it was now your time to go back home probably dropping something because a girl with blonde hair stopped you.

"sorry is this yours–? wow you're pretty.." eunchae stopped smiling, her face in total admiration.

you were taken aback not knowing what to do and in (gay) panic you rushed out.

since then, she would show up exactly at the same hour everyday just hoping to see you again. waiting for hours, giving herself an excuse to 'study', also because she wanted to reassure herself that she wasn't a creepy obsessed psycho.

she even told about you to her friends chaewon and kazuha.

and finally, you came. eunchae recognised you right away, her eyes like glued to you trying to build up the courage to talk to you.

"um hello..!" the voice got your attention, surprised to see the pretty blonde girl again.

"i still have your pencil..." she said getting it out of her bag immediately as if it was waiting for you.

you smiled and she swear it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"thank you." you said waiting for her name.

"eunchae!" she said a little too exited, earning a cute giggle from you.

"and i'm y/n."

"what do you mean, you've never seen a jellyfish in real life?? like never ever??" you asked getting up from your girlfriends lap as her arms tried to hold you back.

she slightly whine confused.

"no i haven't, like you've seen a jellyfish before?"

"of course i have! i talk about it every time i got the opportunity to!" you defended yourself as eunchae giggled pulling you back into her warm cuddles.

she placed a slight kiss right below your eye.

"then, we should probably do an aquarium date."

"oh my-! yes that's such a good idea actually!" you exclaimed exited about her idea as she smiled at you.

and here you were.

holding hands and walking through the aquarium. you way more than exited to tell some more of your knowing about jellyfishes.

"– well sharks look cute." eunchae declared as you roll your eyes.

you could see the way her eyes were captive. maybe she also found herself a admiration for something, even if it was sharks.

finally, it was the time to go into the jellyfishes room.

your eyes sparkled at the sight of your favourite thing (besides eunchae), rambling about how happy you were that eunchae got to see them for real.

eunchae glanced at them curious, probably why you were so obsessed over those thing and then grin at you.

"they're super cool!"

"told you!"

chuckling a bit, eunchae handed you her phone and you understood that she wanted you to picture the moment surely for her instagram feed.

eunchae wrapped her arms around you still watching carefully the jellyfishes as she laid her head on yours.

"i love you, y/n." she kissed your cheek as she continued to listen about whatever facts you knew about jellyfishes.

she's now sure, it was the best date you two had shared, also wondering if there would be any jellyfish plushies at the memory store.

#x reader #x female reader #lgbtq #wlw #le sserafim #hong eunchae #hong eunchae x reader

[treyisms]

i beg for ur thoughts on matt and or trey with an innocent reader

this totally isn’t gg btw

oh, lets get into this anon (my gi 😉)

cw: nsfw content (eighteen plus!), fluff, innocent/virgin f!reader, if this isn’t your thing that is a-okay lovebug but pls don’t be rude to anon or myself ! ☮️🫶🏻💌

trey:

- we already know this man has a corruption kink, there is significant evidence, so i think he’d absolutely love a kind hearted & innocent (probably virgin) gf

- you’re sitting on his lap while he giggles after he makes a joke (probs “the aristocrats” one) and you don’t get it :(

- holding his hands up in front of him to regain his breath after he giggled so much you were nearly bouncing off his lap, “baby…. think about it” “think about what trey?! you’re just saying a bunch of dirty words!!!”

- he knows how easily you get blushy and he’ll lean down and whisper in your ear while giving your cheek a little pinch “what’s got you so red honey, huh?”

- tells all his buddies “she’s a nice girl, i mean like a nice girl”

- when he finds out you’re not sexually active, or haven’t even teetered onto being sexually involved…. omfg .

- “what do you mean you’ve never been touched before?” “i’ve just never got around to it..” “what, being fucked?” “TREY!….. i’ve never been … felt like that before” “oh, so you’re missing out & depriving some other stupid fuck of a girl like you” “maybe i like the “stupid fucks” of the world” “well obviously or you wouldn’t be dating me babe”

- one day, while just sitting on the couch with your head in his lap, staring up at him & tracing his face, just to throw him for a loop, you ask to suck him off & his eyes almost bug out of his skull because of how earnest you look

- “w-what?” “can i suck your co—” and he is immediately sitting cradling ur head and lifting his hips to untie his sweats <3333

- he loves to doodle you (even before you’re dating) with little hearts all around your head in a sweet little sunddress you wore on the first day you met

- the first day you met he told matt “oh fuck, i gotta have her dude” and he’s said that many times since in different contexts

- mf LOVES a height difference & loves to look down at you with his perpetual heart eyes like “hi y/n, you look really nice today, is that a new top?” while playing with the string of your tank top

- but once again, it’s trey so he is naturally staring at your chest & the lil dainty necklace dangling between it as your breathing picks up due to your closeness to him

- tells EVERYONE you’re the sweetest person he knows and is so genuine about it, probably says that lil “y/n makes me better, ya know?” sll the time & even matt can’t help but smile for his friend

matt:

- matthew richard stone where on earth do i begin?

- you definitely start out as friends first, because believe it or not matt has a huge soft spot for gentler souls with pure energy (shocker)

- quickly moves to him becoming infatuated with the way you jump at little, friendly touches from him on your arm or back

- like one time he touches your waist to move past you in a quick “excuse me” motion and he sees the way you get goosebumps and he is ABSOLUTELY hooked

- will absolutely be man spreading in a meeting & can sense you’re staring without even LOOKING at you

- turns to face you across the table (while trey is still speaking btw) and asks “i look good today?” with this nasty lil smirk while he waits for you to sputter out a response

- when he speaks the entire room quiets down because matt, believe it or not, has a really domineering personality & everyone stops to listen to his real deep voice

- “you like the beard?” literally eyeing you down & scratching at his chin cause he loves to see you blush

- he thinks you have the absolute most beautiful eyes & i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again he 100% calls you “angel eyes” & all variations of it

- you’ve just made out in his office & you move back to stand after a knock at the door & this mf is heaving with lil lipstick marks across his cheeks, mouth, neck & collarbone looking at you like prey & HES SO BIG LIKE SO TALL, goin “pretty eyes, you leavin me?”

- definitely the “places your hand on his hard-on & goes ‘see what you do to me?” type of guy

- matt LOVES to be around someone who is just genuinely enjoying life & trying to keep the peace rather than be money hungry or obsessed with ultimatums, so he finds your energy super refreshing

- “i like being with you” “really matt?” “yeah, you’re sweet, and i don’t feel like i need to be a dick around you to push you away” “well… i’m glad you’re not being…… mean, to me either” “i couldn’t be if i tried, i can’t be mean to pretty girls it’s against my moral code or some shit”

- you’re literally such a comfort to him, because you don’t see the bad parts of him as horrendous & you accept him & his temper for who he is <3

- that being, on the other side of things, he absolutely loves watching trey tell you a gross joke & seeing you not entirely understand it, tilting your head and squinting your eyebrows and staring off a bit trying to piece it together

- if it’s reallyyyy dirty matt wants to be the ONLY person telling you what it means because he cannot handle the idea of anyone being remotely romantic or sexual around you but him

- “and so the hooker says—” “trey don’t be fucking disgusting” “WHAT? matt you loved that joke last week!” “well now i don’t and it’s gross so shut the fuck up”

- turning back to you with a wink <33333

#i tried :’) #enjoy sugarplum! #trey parker x reader #trey parker #matt stone x reader #matt stone #s writes <3 #asks for my heart 💌

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

A line is drawn

Masterlist

Summary: Superman finally finds his limit. And he makes it abundantly clear.

Warnings: angst, darkish superman?, violence.

A/N: just a random little angsty drabble. Tried to switch up my writing style abit in this, just doing a few writing exercises. I hope you enjoy.

People whispered about the death of superman. The final cry of the alien echoing across the city, the cry causing ripples out in the bay swaying boat and shaking windows. A final war cry of a god. His death was still a victory for the city, for man kind.

But that had been nothing compared to the low mornfull furious cry. Buildings shuddered, dust wafted from ceilings and roofs windows cowered some cracked and shattered. Car alarms began screeching as if panicked by the fearfull cry.

Everyone had froze. Time had stopped.

All eyes were on the man of steel as his framed crouched over the body of an unknown woman. She laid still, arms either side of her head face down in the asphalt. Her hair was loose and splayed, sheilding her identity from all the onlookers. Blood began seeping from below her.

Superman tugged the woman close. Rolling her over calljng out to her name. His eyes glossed over as the womans head lolled back and forth. Then a whimper.

The whole crowd released a sigh as the woman soft pained cries carried through the silence. The god shoulders sagged, cape draping over the ground. And suddelny there were calls for an ambulance.

"Clar-Kal? Kal please.... pl-please it hurts" the words were weak and airy. Hissing pants, air being sucked through clenched teeth.

At the womans voice superman seemed to realise she was still alive. He tipped his head down, quickly scanning the woman whose hands were now holding her abdomen. The bullet wound hidden beneath. He sighed thanking god before touching foreheads and pressed a sweet kiss to the woman.

"I will fix this, the ambulanceis comming. Its not hit anything to serious. You'll be okay, youll get better. Youl, be safe. I promise you i will make this city, this country, this world safe for you." The woman shovered, but nodded mewling 'okay'.

But joker managed to regain everyones attention as he waved his gun around in a frantic joy. He was elated playful like a child. He seemed to enjoy his madness as much as he enjoyed the mayhem he caused. There seemed to be a sense of pride arohnd him. Proud of how close he had come to shaking the unshakeable. breaking the unbreakable. He had found the man of steels weakness.

'"Oh? Deary me! I didnt do a good job of that did i boy scout?" If the scene wasnt tense before it certainly was when the clown spoke.

The man of steels shoulders squared and his eyes glowed. Igniting whe his vision locked onto the green hairs clown.

"Take another step and see what happens clown" the voice was almost unhindged. Fury biteing into every word. The loathing was plunged into the syllables, a growled his that threaded threat into each word. There was a respunding quiver of fear shared by everyone present. Joker smiled oh no. His voice

"Step? Oh no no no~ i wont step closer, i promise." The mad man cooed standing on his tip toes mimming almost falling forward. But then skipped back finishing his announcement with a chilling laugh.

"I dont need to take another step, the good thing about guns means i can? Well here let me just try again;" the joker didnt even finish his sentance. No one could even registerhis words before there was a flash. A red flash, molten heat roared over the woman drawing a yelp.

But only her yelp was heard. Joker didnt stand a chance, the force of supermans rage knocked him off his feet, butthe heat had cremated him befor he could drop to the floor.

Everyone held their breath, shock ringing out in screaming silence. Metropolis had just changed. Superman had commited murder, in broad daylight in front of millions. But none could manage a sound. The sirens of an ambulance called out, hauntingly across the quiet scene.

Superman looked down to the woman.

"This world will be safe my love. It will be safe for both of you. I swear" he cooed, one hand moving to cup her lower abdomen. That was when it all became clear. Superman had drawn a line. And he will kill for his family without hesitation.

#henry cavill #cavillry #oh for fic sake fics #superman #superman imagine #superman drabble #dark!superman #dark!clark kent #dark!clark

[lovehelpmewrite]

A Lesson in Call and Response

Title: A Lesson in Call and Response

Pairing: Steddie (Steve x Eddie ) x reader / Steve x reader x Eddie

Word count: 2.4k oh damn

Summary: You and Steve have been together forever and when you both end up doing a once over of the dark haired guitarist you consider... maybe you'll just give it a shot and see what shakes out. No spoilers at all!! Basically just PWP!!!!

Warnings: a lot of smut, unprotected sex (its not cool to get STDs so wrap y'all ween), dirty talk, breeding, rough sex, slapping/impact play, oral (male receiving), voyeurism/watching/being watched play, slight dom/sub dynamics, slight overstimulation, implied consent (sorry im shit at the build up before the touching), a teeny piece of aftercare

[A/N]: Oh... oh hi.. well I'm back and i'm still a whore so i can't say much has changed lmao but as per my bestie @o-holynight ((who has stuck w me all this gd time i love u bitch thank u sm 🥺)) who told me this was good and to keep writing and then post this.... 'ere she is! Pls lmk ur thots and i hope u enjoy :) also i do have some older stuff on my masterlist but i am maybe gonna lean back into my roots which was writing primarily smut lmao with a tiny bit of fluff

It starts out mostly soft, stumbling into Eddie's trailer lead by the hand and a smirk while Steve is just absently kissing your neck. The door shuts and Eddie turns and you're enveloped in Steve but facing Eddie who just watches as Steve sucks a dark hickey onto your throat. You exhale and your eyes flutter and close but– 

"Nuh uh sweetheart." Eddie's hand is gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes. "Eyes open, m'kay?" He steps a little closer and takes advantage of the timing as Steve's head also tilts up to look at him heatedly over your shoulder. His hands smooth down your sides and you feel your stomach clench as he starts tugging at the button and zipper of your pants. "And what about you Harrington? What do you want out of this?"

Suddenly, Steve is like a deer in headlights until Eddie releases your chin and steps in so close you're literally sandwiched between the two of them, Steve's hands pausing as Eddie presses a heavy kiss onto Steve's lips.

Fuck. You're feeling so much it's almost too much. At the same time, it’s not enough. You can feel Steve hard against your ass and his fingers dancing along the top edge of your underwear, you can feel Eddie pressing into your front and all you want is to wrap your legs around his waist and get some fucking friction when you’re interrupted.

"Wanna watch you fuck her." Steve says suddenly, his voice deep but desperate and you almost don’t even register the 'oh fuck' coming out of your mouth until Eddie grins again. You already have your hands under his denim vest, tugging at the excess fabric of his Hellfire shirt trying to pull him closer when his eyes flick down to you and back up to Steve.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, and just from his voice you know the idea has stuck in his mind.

"Yeah, I-I wanna watch her cum on you. I want you to fuck her," Steve's words get more clear as he talks, more sure as Eddie's borderline sadistic smile grows. Now they're both reaching for articles of clothing to pull off. As if a light goes off in your heads simultaneously, you're all back to pressing as close together as you can get, pulling hair and zippers and holding onto each other for stability.

Eddie starts kissing you urgently, his hands working in tandem with Steve's to drop your jeans and then Eddie's before he's pulling you to sit on top of him on the sofa. Neither of you hesitate to start grinding your hips together, chasing the right position where you can finally feel him pressing up against your panties and he can feel just how warm and ready you are for his cock.

Steve is groaning just as loud as you are while you're kissing down Eddie's neck and chest. And Eddie is watching intently. Steve's chest heaves and he's palming himself through his jeans watching the two of you, making Eddie's stomach lurch, and then his pretty eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings while you're urgently shoving your hands under his shirt trying to kiss every exposed inch of skin.

"Eyes on me, Harrington." Eddie's voice is sharp and commanding, not wanting him to miss a second of the action.

Steve doesn't even think before his eyes snap wide open and just about whines while Eddie laughs. Then he's pulling you back to his face for one more kiss before he's turning you around in his lap to face Steve while he gets ready to take care of you.

You're squirming in his lap already and he lightly slaps your thigh, pulling another whine out of your chest. All three of you moan in unison as he pulls your damp underwear to the side to expose how soaking wet and needy for both of them you are. His eyes flick up to watch Steve as he teases two fingers around your slick, already so sensitive you're squirming and begging but Eddie continues. Whimpers of 'please' and other unintelligent sounds tumble out of your mouth while Eddie lifts either of your knees to the outside of his.

"Whaddya think?" Steve can't even think. "She ready for me, Steve?" Eddie continues with that stupid smirk and Steve is red from under the collar of his shirt to the tips of his ears but he finds himself nodding enthusiastically. Anyone could see the way you're dripping for them, for him, for Eddie.

"Shit...yeah, she's so wet," Steve bites his lip and smiles at Eddie back, "She's begging for it huh?" 

Eddie chuckles darkly and lightly slaps the outside of your pussy, watching you jump against his chest before he's reaching back and pulling his cock out. You whine again, hands reaching back into his hair as he starts stroking it, sliding it against your core while your hips rock forward desperately. Eddie's busy biting and kissing your neck, watching Steve watch the both of you. Watching him fuck his girlfriend and moaning like a whore. 

"Just…take it slow at first," Steve piped up, his eyes locked on where the two of you met. "She gets used to it quick but she needs it slowly first," he adds almost to himself as you feel Eddie slowly sliding home.

"Like this?"

A chorus of moans preludes the sickeningly sweet way you can feel Eddie against your front wall, not even moving just the pressure and weight of him inside– fuck. His hand slides back down your thigh, holding your knee up just right and you can see that look in Steve's eyes as Eddie bucks into you roughly and you can't help but cry out.

"Touch her clit," Steve moaned, back thumping against the opposite wall of Eddie's trailer while his fingers worked nervously on his belt buckle as the pressure in his jeans was becoming too much to ignore. 

Your head drops back against Eddie's shoulder as his fingers come down in another flat slap against your already sensitive clit, hips jerking forward uncontrollably. "Eddie, oh god," you moan reflexively. Finally his fingers slowly explore your wetness while his hips begin pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. 

"Mmm she's so responsive Steve, why didn't you say so?" 

You can't even lift your head to witness the panicked way Steve grips the base of his cock to keep from cumming watching you... and Eddie. Fuck, the way Eddie smirks and his pupils are blown just as wide as yours while he fucked you. And you... you were heaving in deep breaths, your hips twitching and humping back as best you could onto Eddie's lap, your hands tangled in Eddie's hair and grasping at your nipples. Steve had barely touched his dick and he already had to stop himself from losing it just from the way Eddie looked at him, it was pathetic. And Eddie grinned wider. 

"Come 'ere big boy." 

Steve took awkward steps forward, his jeans still bunched around his knees and yet he didn't dare move his hand as Eddie kissed and suckled at your neck and jaw. 

"Come on princess, don't you wanna taste your boyfriend? Don't you wanna make him feel good?" 

Steve groaned aloud as his stomach clenched and his balls tightened. Your head lolled forward in the way you only did when you were completely fucked out and sex driven, your pupils engorged your irises, and without hesitation your hands reached out to pull Steve down to kiss you desperately. He moaned into your mouth, his hand finally releasing himself only to reach down to rub your clit while Eddie fucked you. You whined back into Steve's mouth and he jumped when your dainty fingers wrapped around his member. Neither of you could focus on kissing anymore, just moaning and breathing together, foreheads sweaty as you pleased each other and listened to Eddie's encouragement. 

"Shit, just like that sweetheart- spit on your hand now, that's it... how's it feel, Steve?" 

Steve moaned back, nearly losing his balance and dropping his free hand onto the arm of the sofa, "S-so fucking good, so good to me baby." 

Eddie's free hand started gathering up your hair, wrapping around his fist, lightly tugging and maneuvering your head to test his grip and control. "Why don't you suck Stevie off princess? Give him some relief," Eddie chuckled, gently pushing your head forward and bumping into Steve's abdomen. Your eyes fluttered up for just a second to catch the needy, glassy eyed expression Steve had watching as Eddie begin to fuck him with your mouth. 

"Oh god-" Steve's eyes slammed shut as his hands flew up to the sides of his head, feeling how warm and wet and soft your mouth was, your tongue sliding along the bottom of his cock, taking him all the way down until you gagged. 

"Hold it together, Harrington," Eddie warned, lightly bobbing your head on Steve's cock while he continued to fuck you slowly, "Not just yet." You gagged out another moan on Steve's cock, feeling Eddie start to pull out slowly and slam his hips back into you over and over. 

"Oh fuck," Steve's voice sounded wrecked, a borderline sob as he dropped his arms, trying to stop himself and follow Eddie's order. Steve's eyes opened only briefly to see Eddie's muscled forearm reach out and feel the grip of his hand around his wrist accusingly. "Are you going to cum?"

And with that single question, it was already too late for Steve by the time Eddie's arrogant smirking lips could rasp out the first syllable. 

Steve's free hand tangled with Eddie's in your hair, briefly fucking your face as he came down your throat before pulling away and stumbling back against the trailer wall again. You swallowed diligently and moaned, already close as Eddie pulled your hair to sit you back against him while his hips started pistoning up into you rapidly. 

"Goddammit Steve," Eddie moaned, his eyebrows drawn together. He slapped your clit again roughly, his free hand holding your hips in place so he didn't slip out. "For the record - oh fuck - this wasn't the plan."

"Shit- Eddie, oh fuck I'm gonna cum," you warn, your voice high and your eyes hooded as you glanced over at Steve still watching you. "Fuck, can I cum please please let me cum?" you beg to no one in particular. Eddie can feel you pulsing around him–can feel the mismatched way your hips were meeting his and he knows you're close. 

Steve's eyes jump to Eddie's. They both knew.

Steve could swear to god in that moment, if he hadn't just spent every drop he had down your throat he'd have emptied whatever was left with the single look Eddie gives him. It's dark and menacing and makes Steve's heart pound in a nervous way he hadn't anticipated when he'd brought this up to you. 

And then you're cumming, sobbing with your head pressed back into Eddie's neck and your back arching so hard and muscles clenched so tight he slips out of you as he's filling you with his cum. And Steve can't even begin to describe the broken moan that exits him as he watches Eddie cum all over your swollen cunt and thighs. You clench around nothing and Eddie gives your leg a gentle slap of approval as his still warm cum drips out of you and back onto his cock. 

All three of you are panting and sweaty, eyes darting around at miscellaneous body parts just remembering how to breathe again. Steve finally looks back up at Eddie to see the scowl still on his face as he gently lifts you out of his lap and stands. Steve's back drops against the wall for the third time as Eddie takes an aggressive step towards him, moaning out a yelp when suddenly Eddie's fingers wrap around Steve's semi soft cock.

"So, what? You just decided not to listen? You don't have ears? You're stupid?" He accused, breath fanning over Steve's sweaty forehead while he tried to form a response. 

He could feel the blood draining from his cock, willing it back to his groin but he only felt embarrassed as he grew more sensitive in Eddie's grip, his rings pressing into his shaft.

You watched as Eddie ignored Steve's open mouth, leaning his head into the crook of Steve's neck and sucking a dark mark into the soft skin there as Steve whimpered.

"I have such plans for you, Steve, so many ideas…" Eddie mumbled against his shoulder, lips brushing by his ear as he started to slowly tug Steve's cock, making him let out a choked sob.

He couldn't decide if it was too much yet, lightning bolts from his oversensitive nerves still had his hips chasing the stimulation but with every sense of friction tears brewed in his eyes.

"But you didn't listen, so-" and Steve is crying out as Eddie's free hand pulls his head back by his hair, turning him to show you. And Steve is wrecked–Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with every nervous swallow and moan, chest heaving with Eddie's hand wrapped around his soft cock. "He sounds almost as pretty as you, princess," Eddie remarked, biting at Steve's throat lightly. He let go for just a second to lick a strip up his palm before grasping at his cock again and just the thought had Steve jerking lightly and bringing his hands up to Eddie's shoulders.

"N-no no more, oh god," and suddenly Steve was crying.

You and Eddie both moved at the same time, you sitting up on the sofa, eyebrows scrunched in concern as Eddie helped Steve kneel and then sit on the floor.

"Hey, shit I’m sorry Steve. Hey, its okay, you're okay yeah? You’re alright, next time you can be good for me, huh? Hey, its alright," Eddie immediately began soothing, brushing back Steve's sweaty hair while you knelt and lightly kissed his shoulders and back until he started breathing evenly. Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands and made him look him in the eye, "hey, there's always next time right?" he remarked with a trademark grin, nosing at his jaw until Steve laughed and pushed him off.

"Next time."

please let me know if u want more i need an ego boost after being away so long

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[writings-ofthe-heart]

What are your Luco hcs😎😎😎😎

I don't know if you want an x reader platonic or romantic so i did both ! hope you enjoy "anon"😊

LUCIO

Dating + Platonic headcanons!

TW ; None, fluff

WC ; N/A

Side notes ; sorry this was late I'm not doing too well but anyways, lucio is such a cutie patootie

HOW DATING HIM WOULD GO !

• First of all, let's all agree he's definitely shy

• Bro might have all the confidence to defend his friends, hell, taunt his opponents but when it comes to his crush???

• He's stuttering and blushing HELLA CRAZY

• I mean its literally canon by his voice line

• I imagine how that would work is literally on Valentine's Day (shit cannot get more cheesier)

"Can you be my uh- my- uh.. my v.. man, why is this so hard!"

You'd laugh, take his hands in yours, "Of course, Luci." He'd grin soo big and hug you tight, swing you around (well, try to.)

• From that point on, expect the corniest texts ever

LuciO : Good morning my love the world says hello :3

You : Really???

• It'd be funny but very endearing sometimes (I'd gag no lie but you do you ;-) )

• I think his love language is quality time/physical touch, the corniest duo..

• He looooves touching you, always holding your hand, leaning his head on your shoulder, etc etc

• Whenever you make a date, he'd go above and beyond.

• As in like, rose petals around your table, romantic music stuff like that!

• Also also, he'd probably make songs for you.

• OMGGG or he'd sample your laugh, or something you said as his producer tag, just because he thinks it goes really well with his music (he just wants to hear you when he's working)

•Honestly, no matter if your part of Overwatch or a civilian that casually met Lucio, he'd worry so much about you

• Pacing the house when you're late from work, almost throwing up when you're out on a solo mission etc, (of course he wouldn't show this AT ALL)

• After the events in Rio de Janeiro, he has a better guard up than before, knowing someone could say they're one thing then turn out to be the opposite.

• It took a bit for you to be let into his heart, and he was relieved to be able to air out his concerns and insecurities to someone instead of bottling it up.

• A few years into the relationship, I feel like he wouldn't want to get married, be committed, especially with his career and fame, he's constantly moving countries. But if you convince him, he'd let you win, and you'd propose to him

• In terms of children, he'd love to have children. He's grown up, taking care of the kids on the streets of Brazil, he's always had a soft spot for them and has that caretaker gene.

• He'd definitely want to foster children. Period, don't try to argue with me.

• All in all, he's incredibly grateful for you and everything you've done. You're his best friend, and partner. Lucio couldn't ask for anything more.

HOW BEING BESTIES WOULD GO !

• Oh boy.

• Having Lucio as a best friend will ALWAYS end up with you two doing some dumb prank and getting in trouble, but he'd take the blame for you.

• Guys pls, hear me out, he'd probably have a crush on you in the beginning especially if you're just insanely nice to him and stuff, the feelings would go away though.

• You, Hana and him would be the ULTIMATE TRIO™

• Doing everything together, going shopping at Hana's begging and whining. Etc etc.

• Y'know those dynamics, in friendships

• Lucio is the mom friend, 100%

• You and Hana are the crazy ones, always running away, Lucio was so, SO close to buying those leashes that parents get for their feral children.

• Especially after one incident, Hana had a bit too much alcohol and she ended up following a stray CAT just wandering the city. It took 2 hours to find her, petting it in an alley. The group voted not to drink in public again.

[reblogs appreciated!]

#lucio overwatch #lucio ow #lucio ow x reader #lucio x reader #overwatch headcanons #writers on tumblr

[chronic-boogara]

and you have done it again. marvelous job with the cozy, vibey air of the imagine. and thank you sooo much for the compliments and the gifs, they just make me feel so accepted on tumblr and in life.

i love how micheal wasn't written as a book-perfect bf and instead he learns. he learns to take care of people, he learns to cook and he learns to be human. he uses his bloodlust to cheer someone up and that is the basic spirit of a good soulmate ( in ma opinion )

for this imagine - just something fluffy for all the slashers pls. write any and all the slashers u want. this one is up to you !

this took 1000 years to post i’m sorry BUT as always i am more than happy to write anything for you. tumblr is a safe space for peke like us so ofc i’m going to make you feel special. the real world totally sucks so this has to be our personal little good place. and i’m so so so so glad that you like the way i write i’m sobbing and crying. you’re the absolute best.

stay safe darling and stay hydrated during these warm months. you’re the best !!

giving the slashers physical affection<3

jason vorhees

•loves it more than anything. just the fact you’re even willing to put your fingers against his “revolting” skin is a wonder to him.

•snuggling with him under a blanket while watching the rain fall against the window is one of your favorite activities. despite his massive size he enjoys being held in your significantly smaller arms. it makes him feel like a human being again.

•once he gets confortable he will hug and kiss you

•jason enjoys holding hands. it’s so simple and innocent. plus it reminds him of the time before people were so terrified of him.

•y/n i hope you’re good at initiating things because jason is very shy and will not even touch you unless you say something first.

•most nights jason prefers to be alone as he needs to keep a close eye out on the camp grounds. plus he would hate to disturb your sleep.

•but after an especially rough night he will sneak into bed with you and just hold you.

michael myers

•at first he’s against it. he hates being touched in any way shape or form. you can try your best to give him affection but you’ll be lucky to get within even two feet of him

•slowly but surely gets around to it. still isn’t super into it

•mikey will snuggle you at night if he’s up for it or maybe if you aren’t feeling well

•if he’s feeling super romantic you’ll get a kiss without the mask

•he doesn’t mind it if you touch him…but he also isn’t too keen on it. keep the touching at a limit please

bubba sawyer

•basically a lap dog. there is nothing on earth he loves more than being all over you !

•definitely very clingy. he likes to follow you around while you’re going about your day , holding your hand and babbling happily

•oh it’s 100° something outside? doesn’t macher to bubba he’s still down to cuddle on the couch. the sweat doesn’t matter

•hand holding is so essential to him. walking hand in hand while completing chores around the farm? oh he loves it

•if you’re standing around he’ll wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your head.

thomas hewitt

•has absolutely no clue how to act. he’s accustomed to a negative environment. it warms his heart immediately when you touch him so tenderly.

•with thomas it’s the little things that count. holding hands while feeding the animals , a subtle thigh squeeze at dinner , a hug here and there. he will find a way to give affection

•watch out for his face , he automatically tenses up and flinches. years of abuse conditioned him into it

•hold his hand under the table at dinner it makes him feel so loved and special. the whole family knows what’s going on but they don’t acknowledge it

•sleep on top of him please y/n. he feels so needed when you do that

carrie white

•shys away from physical attention. she expects to be beaten or abused in some way.

•the first few months of dating she will flinch if you get to close to her face. it will make your heart crumble

•slowly but surely she will warm up to it. starting with occasionally brushing her hand against yours

•she is most definitely the little spoon. cuddle her and hold her close to your chest and she’s in heaven

•doesn’t like P.D.A. she likes to keep things on the low. and it makes her feel some type of way when people stare

•lap sitting >>>

stu macher

•cannot keep his hands off of you 98% of the time.

•everyone around you feels sick whenever you two come around because the two of you are total love birds in public

•it’s funny to y’all though. sometimes you’ll have full on make out sessions in the halls just to laugh at how annoyed everyone becomes

•stu is always next to you. like always. he’ll have his head in you lap when you’re watching a movie and his arms around your waist when you’re making popcorn

•ironically hates it when he sees other couples being all lovey dovey

• “y/n look at them. they can’t keep their hands to themselves eugh..get a room am i right”?

•whenever randy is around he goes out of his way to do the absolute most. neck kisses, ass grabbing the lots

billy loomis

•loves you dearly but just does not like physical affection in general

•if you really want to snuggle up i guess he’s okay with it but he won’t love it

•when someone is hitting on you is a different story. all of a sudden he’s all over you. don’t say anything about it to him though he’ll just lie

vincent sinclair

•similar to the others he’s a bit shy. he doesn’t like overstepping boundaries or coming off as too clingy

•let him know this is a safe space for him and you don’t mind it and he will turn into a totally different person

•vince likes having you around in general so ofc he’s going to have you on his lap while he’s painting or next to him while he’s sculpting

•around his brothers he tones it down a bit. but the minute they leave he’s back to being all over you

•pet his head and run your hands through his hair. he just loves that. he has a lot of hair and it’s a bit hard to take care of so he will be asking you for help a lot of the time

•he lets you patch up his wounds

bo sinclair

•acts like he’s too big and tough for all that shit

•no way y/n i don’t want my forehead kissed before i go to sleep just kidding please do

•once he’s comfortable he will come around and be all soft with you. he will cuddle with you and call you all kind of sappy names

•don’t let anyone know y/n. this is his secrete

•he’ll occasionally slip up around lester and vincent but they don’t say anything

•squish his head between your thighs pretty please

lester sinclair

•oh yes yes loves the physical side of love

•hugs , kisses , cuddles all of it he is so so into it

•honestly lester is just so whipped over you so he’s down for absolutely anything.

•you’ll probably be cuddling with the pup as well

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[star-girl69]

I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: oooo i’m so mean for this cliffhanger i’m sorry but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

also i think i’m going to change the title of this book bc i’m not really feeling it anymore tbh and this book has evolved so majorly from my early drafts and plot so i think it’s time for a change tbh. if anyone thinks this is an absolutely horrible idea pls do let me know

warnings: incest, swearing, violence, death, mentions of knives, mentions of sex, kinda sex ig, tell me if i missed anything!!

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Chapter Thirty Three- Blood on Her Hands

—-

Three Weeks Before Viserys’ Death

“Sometimes,” your husband whispers, soft, into your hair. “I wish that I could be better for you.”

You almost laugh. “I like you the way you are.”

“Yes, but-”

“None of that,” you scold, and smile as you pull back, straddling him, hands flat on the smooth panes of his chest to steady yourself.

His hands trail up and down your arms, tilting his chin down as he moves one hand to play with the edge of your nightgown, now ridden up by your hips. It’s lace, gold, and he stares at it appreciatively.

“But…” he continues, ignoring you.” I do not deserve your or Rhaenyra’s love.”

“Why?” You frown, hands smoothing up and down his chest, and you feel his hips buck below you. You ignore it, hellbent on getting an answer out of him, now.

“I am not a good man. I would send the entirety of Westeros into a doom, for the two of you. For our family, for our blood.”

“Romantic,” you muse, and he smiles.

“Very.”

His hands move to hold your hips, go to move you, but you remain where you are, despite his best efforts.

“What? You won’t let your husband fuck you?”

“You are the one who brought up this foolish self loathing.”

He sighs, rolls his eyes, clearly eager to move past this conversation.

“All I am saying is that we need you. Rhaenyra and I are too similar, you know that. We burn too hot. We need you, so we will not doom this entire continent.”

“Aw,” you coo, genuinely touched by his words. He rolls his eyes as you lean down to kiss him, chaste, and he chases you for more. You straighten your spine. You admit, it is nice to see him chase you. “I love you, Daemon.”

“I love you too, sweetling, more than anything. Can I please fuck you now?”

But the door opens before you can respond, and Rhaenyra jokingly clicks her tongue at your compromising position.

“Starting without me?” She smiles, and you beckon her over with a syrupy sweet smirk and a hooked finger.

She answers your call, crawling onto the bed to kiss you. Chaste, just a peck, before she lays down, propped on her side, a lazy elbow under her.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you.” She smiles, like a cat, teasing, and you throw your head back to laugh when Daemon nods eagerly.

They need you. You smile as Daemon pulls you down to kiss him.

—-

Present

When the novelty wears off, and your tears stop, you pull back to look at Jace. You place your hands on his face, tears long since ebbed, and he smiles wobbly.

“Are you real?” he asks, and it’s almost as if he’s a boy of two and ten, young and curious.

“Yes,” you smile, laugh, until it drops. “Rhaenyra and Daemon sent you?” You frown, and he steps away from you, back.

“Perhaps they did not.” You have half a mind to scold him, but you know what him being here means. If he got in, he can get out. And take you with him.

You remember their faces, their names, and your resolve grows.

“We- we have to go, quickly.”

He nods, and you brush past him to make for the door. He hesitates behind you.

“I… I was going to kill them. I was.” He admits, suddenly, as if seeing you had made the vengeance fade and guilt take its place.

You smile, softly. “I have done worse.” The lives of Blood and Cheese are on your hands, you know. You doubt they will ever be clean again. You constantly yearn to wash them, scrub them raw, but you do not trust the water of the Red Keep. This place has poison seeping through the walls.

You vow, now, the promise actually attainable, that you will wash the blood from your hands.

He stares at you for a moment, like you are a whole new person. He plants his feet and walks toward you, giving you a dagger.

—-

“We’ll go through the tunnels. But-” His mother nods, as Jace brandishes his own dagger, safety now on the forefront of his mind. He no longer has to avenge his mother. He has to protect her.

She presses a kiss to his temple just as he opens the door, revealing an empty hallway. He grabs her hand, warm, comforting in his grasp, guiding, grounding.

He leads her the way he came, down the hallway, through the secret door in the wall, down a never ending staircase. Sunrise is not for many hours and darkness will cover them, but still, he can tell his mother is eager to get home. He isn’t, so much. Not eager for whatever chores his parents will dole out on him as punishment.

Selfishly, he hopes Rhaenyra and Daemon will be too entranced in Y/N. Treat him like a hero for bringing her back. They’ll trust him with more. He will prove himself if he brings her home. He will bring her home.

Not only because he needs to approval, but because he missed her. Rhaenyra and Daemon missed her. The younger babies cry more, Luke and Joffrey miss her. He knows that tensions between his parents and Rhaenys and Corlys were tense. A part of the formers could never forgive the people they believed had parts in their children’s death. In their eyes, Y/N was absolved of those crimes. She did not even know them, not then, so it was easier for them to produce a kind word for her.

Besides, Baela and Rhaena enjoy Y/N. She is not their mother, but she is a kind word and a warm hand, understanding and sweet. She is not a replacement, but more so a salve.

The staircase ends, and the corridors are now wide enough to walk side by side. She whispers, asks about the family, and he does not lie to her. He tells her how the Blacks are lost, how Cannibal has reverted to his old ways, how Daemon and Rhaenyra are despondent. How the rest of the children miss her, need her, like he does.

He thinks he sees the sheen of tears in her eyes, but she only grabs his hand and squeezes, says she is so excited to be home. He asks her about Helaena, about Blood & Cheese, and she tells him, slowly, letting tears fall that make his heart twists.

As they near the edge of the passage, it only makes his anger grow. How dare his uncles do this to his mother?

But he pushes it aside as they reach the door. He takes a deep breath, and opens it quickly. She waits behind him, door still concealed in the shadows. They are the gardens, close to the courtyard. There is a side door that is rarely patrolled- they will get through that way. Sneak through the city, to the gates, make it to the woods as morning rises. Fly away on Vermax, quickly, so as his uncles cannot follow them.

His boots sink into the soft dirt as he steps out into the light of the moon, glancing back and forth. Empty. He lets out a breath he did not know he was holding.

Faintly, he hears his heart beating. He realizes it started beating again as soon as she said his name.

He turns, a shameless smile on his face. He can barely make out her figure in the shadows, but she is still there. He raises his hand to beckon her out as a hand closes upon his shoulder.

—-

You swear the man came out of nowhere. One second Jace was looking at you with the brightest smile on his face, the next his face was filled with fear. You clutched the dagger in your hands.

For your children, you would take a million lives.

(A part of you understands Daemon, now.)

You watch as the man, a non-descript guard, spins him around.

“You shouldn’t be here, boy.” He hisses, and you almost want to move out of the shadows, when Jace stutters out some fake apology and explanation.

The man studies him closely. Brown hair, brown eyes, faint Valyrian features, fine red and black clothes.

“You’re- you’re one of the princes.” The man breathes, and Jace’s face hardens, and just by the pure resolve in his face, you almost do not come forward. It seems as if he’s got it.

Until the guard rips the dagger out of Jace’s hands, after stomping on his foot, grabbing him by the bicep and hissing in his ear.

“I know many who would like to have their fun with a prince,” he says, just loud enough so you can hear.

You see the fear on Jace’s face. He glances at you, fleeting, not wanting to draw attention to you. But you see the pure terror in them.

And suddenly, it is as if you are possessed.

You storm out of the shadows, hidden door slamming beside you, raising your knife to the man and slashing.

He drops Jace, who lands on the ground unceremoniously, while the guard shouts in pain.

“You fucking bitch!” He shouts, making a move for his sword, hissing something else, but it is Jace’s voice you hear.

A desperate shout, a plea, an underlying beg.

“Kill him!”

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 280. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ MINORS PLS DON'T INTERACT!!!

a/n: EHEHEHEHEH (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: oh honey, so many. rooster is a warning on itself. smut, birthday s3x, those things uwu

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The party was a success for both of them. Nicole got so many gifts they didn’t know where to put them, her nursery’s space was already limited so they decided to keep in the guest room for the time being.

Beatrice placed everything in there while Rooster’s gifts were in their bedroom. Again, it was very few and simple things; he never really liked extravagant gifts, just thoughtful ones. 

The party had continued well into the evening, with friends and family sharing stories, laughter, and good food. Rooster's friends from the Navy, had shared heartfelt toasts and well wishes.Pete had even made a touching speech, trying so hard not to cry. It was a moment that brought tears to many eyes and a sense of pride to Beatrice.

But now that the night is done with, Beatrice could feel her nerves prickling a bit. Her mother was talking to her, about how long they’d keep Nicole and the dogs, and Rooster - who was helping her clean what was left of the party- looked up. “...Nikki is staying with your parents?”

“Yeah,” she says, trying to appear as casual as she could, “And they are taking the dogs for a weekend retreat if you…can say that.”

Her husband blinked, then furrowed his brows, ‘Oh…alright.” he mutters, “Well…as long it doesn’t bother your parents or Leo.”

“Oh please,Bradley,” Claudia waves her hand, holding a very sleepy Nicole to her chest, “It’ll be fun, Bianca and Éowyn are staying there too, so Nicole won’t be alone…but I do feel she’ll end up sleeping more than playing.”

Beatrice smiled at her mother, appreciative of the support. "Thank you, Mom. It's just for a weekend, and it'll give us some time to prepare and spend time together before Rooster's deployment."

Claudia nodded, her gaze very knowing. "Of course, dear. I know how important these moments are for both of you. Nicole will be in good hands." she smiles more, “Well, if you two need anything, you can always call us,right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, then,I’ll go home with dad and the dogs.” the said dogs were already in Rafael’s car, seated patiently waiting for them, “And…well, you two enjoy the weekend,yes?” Claudia kisses Beatrice’s cheeks, then Bradley’s, waving a sleepy Nicole’s arm towards them, “Bye,bye.”

As Claudia, Rafael, and the dogs departed for their weekend retreat with Nicole in tow, Beatrice couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She knew that this was an opportunity to spend some quality time alone with Rooster before his deployment.

Rooster stood beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist as they watched their family leave. He gave her a little squeeze, his expression filled with love a. "You okay, Bea?"

Beatrice leaned into his embrace, taking comfort in his warmth. "Yeah, Roos. I’m fine…Nikki is going to be okay too,even if…I’ll miss her and the dogs.”

"I know, baby. I'm going to miss her too.” he hums “But this time together is precious, and we'll make the most of it."

Beatrice turned to look at him, biting her lower lip. "You're right, Roos. We have the weekend, and we'll cherish every moment of it."

“Will we?”

“Mhm.”

He purses his lips, squinting his eyes just enough to make sure she knows he’s suspicious and intrigued, “...alright.” he licks his lips, sucking air through his teeth then rubbing his thumb against her knuckles, “...you planned this,right? Us spending the weekend here alone?” she shrugs innocently at him, “You are full of surprises.”

“I do try.” she smiles, then cups his face to kiss his lips repeatedly, “Can you…stay in the couch for a little bit, then you come up?”

Rooster chuckled ,propping his hands on his hips as he followed her hips as she walks up the steps. "You're up to something, aren't you, Bea?"

Beatrice feigned innocence, her eyes wide and her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Who, me? Up to something? I have no idea what you're talking about."

He couldn't help but laugh at her antics, shaking his head. "Alright, I'll play along. I'll stay on the couch for a little bit.But I expect you to fill me in on this surprise later."

She kissed him back, her lips soft and warm against his. "I promise, Roos. You won't be disappointed."

With that, Rooster made his way to the living room, settling down on the couch. Beatrice watched him for a moment, a playful glint in her eye. She had something special planned for their weekend together, and she couldn't wait to see his reaction.

It took some time to get it done, but she managed it.

As Beatrice headed upstairs to prepare for their evening together, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. It was a rare opportunity for them to have time alone, and she wanted to make it unforgettable.

Rooster waited on the couch, his anticipation growing. The living room was bathed in a cozy glow, even if it was already night time the remnants of the day's celebrations lingering in the air.

He taps his hands on the back of the couch, then crosses his legs by the ankles and relaxing on his seat. He could hear her feet moving back and forth in their bedroom and he smiles, rubbing his fingers together out of habit.

When he hears her feet again, he looks back just in time to see something plop down the staircase. He frowns, craning his neck in hopes he could see it better, but it was dark enough that the only thing he knew was that it looked like some type of cloth? “Bea?”

‘Put it on before you come into the room!” she replies, “After you walk up the stairs!”

Rooster raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the request but pushing himself to his feet, the wooden floors underneath him squeaked because of his weight. He tilts his head once he’s close enough, leaning down to grab it and chuckling softly once he notices what it was ,”...a blindfold.” he tries to see through it once he opens it, but to no avail, “Damn this thing…is thick.”

"That's the idea, Roos. Now, blindfold yourself once you reach the door, and I'll guide you to our surprise."

Rooster chuckled, feeling his heart race with anticipation. He held the blindfold to his side, walking up the stairs and trying to figure out if he could hear anything else.

No music.

Just the sound of their house during night time.

He hums,trying to bite back his smile as he approaches the bedroom door. He tries the handle but it’s locked, “...what are you planning,Bea?”

“Is the blindfold on?”

He huffs out a laugh, then secured the blindfold in place, ensuring that he couldn't see anything. Rooster's other senses seemed to sharpen once he was in the dark and the sounds around him got louder almost. He could hear the soft rustle of fabric as Beatrice moved, and he could detect the faint scent of something sweet in the air.

"Alright," Beatrice said, her voice soft yet filled with excitement. "Now, I’m going to unlock the door.”

Rooster nodded, even though he knew she couldn't see his response. It was a peculiar feeling, to be blindfolded in his own home, trusting his wife to lead him to a surprise.

Beatrice unlocked the bedroom door and slowly opened it. Her heart raced with excitement as she approached her husband, who stood blindfolded just outside the bedroom his smirk widening when he heard the door creak.

"Alright, Roos," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'm going to take your hand, and you'll follow me into the room. Trust me, you're going to love this."

Rooster nodded, his trust in Beatrice unwavering. His other senses were heightened by the blindfold, and he could feel her presence as she took his hand. Her touch was warm and gentle, guiding him into the room.

Also…was that lace touching his wrist?

Step by step, Beatrice led Rooster further into their bedroom. She had dimmed the lights, creating a soft and romantic atmosphere. The air was scented with the subtle fragrance of candles, adding to the ambiance. Lavender,obviously.

As they moved forward, Rooster could sense that something soft and comfortable was under his feet. "What's this, Bea?" he asked, curiosity tingling in his voice.

"It's a surprise," Beatrice replied with a playful smile. "You'll find out soon. Just a few more steps."

Rooster continued to trust her guidance, even though his curiosity was piqued. He knew that Beatrice had put thought and care into this surprise, and he was very excited in figuring out what it was.

As Beatrice led Rooster to the center of the room, she released his hand and stepped back. "Okay, Roos. You can take off the blindfold now."

Rooster carefully removed the blindfold, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the soft lighting in the room. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing on a luxurious, oversized, and incredibly soft bed, adorned with silky sheets and plush pillows. The entire bed was decorated with rose petals.

The room was filled with the warm glow of -fake -candlelight, casting a soft, flickering light on the walls and ceiling. The air was infused with the sweet scent of lavender from the candles. 

Rooster's gaze moved around the room, taking in every detail of the romantic setup that Beatrice had prepared. He noticed a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket on a nearby table, alongside two crystal flutes. 

Beatrice watched Rooster's reaction, her heart filled with joy as she saw the surprise and appreciation in his eyes. "Happy birthday, Roos," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "I wanted to create a special and romantic evening for us. A moment for just the two of us."

“...did I just accidentally enter a hotel room?” but he loved it, he was so busy looking around that he hadn’t noticed what she was wearing yet. "Bea, you're incredible," he whispered, "This is beyond anything I could have imagined. How did you even do this?"

“Well…I have my ways.” she smiles, then clears her throat, “You can um…look at me now,Roos.”

Rooster turned his gaze back to Beatrice, and his breath caught in his throat as he finally took in her appearance. 

She stood before him, radiant in a lingerie set that was a beautiful shade of lilac, fitting her like a second skin. It was elegant and designed to enhance her curves, the bra’s neckline slightly plunging and accentuating her collarbone. The intricate lace detailing and subtle beading added a touch of glamour to the attire.

Her long, brown  hair flowed down in soft waves, kissed by the candlelight. It cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, framing her beautiful face. A pair of silver, teardrop-shaped earrings dangled from her ears, glinting in the light.

Rooster stood there, speechless, for a few seconds, then he let out a quiet: "Holy shit.”

A flush of warmth colored Beatrice's cheeks as she held her husband's gaze. She could see the appreciation and longing in his eyes, making her feel even more beautiful and desired. "Thank you, Roos," she said, her voice soft and filled with love. "I wanted this evening to be as special for you as you make every day of my life."

Rooster approached Beatrice, his gaze never leaving her. He reached out and took her hand, a small smile gracing his lips. "Every day with you is special, Bea. You light up my life in ways I can't even express." His fingers brushed against hers, his touch sending a shiver of electricity through her. “...gorgeous you look so beautiful.”

“Well I–”

“Is this…the surprise?”

“Part of it,yeah.” she shrugs, and the movement makes her breasts squish together because of the bra. Rooster’s gaze snaps to it but Beatrice doesn’t care, “The other part is…well…can you blindfold yourself again?”

He is so busy following the lines of delicate lace and fabric on her body that she needs to gently touch his arm for him to actually move. “Ah,right, blindfold.” he is still staring, “Why…why do I need to be blindfolded?”

“It’s part of the surprise.” she smiles, “Please?’

That face of hers is his ruin and he just clenches his jaw trying to hold back the pained groan that almost left his throat, but he nods. He lifts the blindfold to his eyes, but pauses, “Should I remove my clothes first?” he is just wearing one of his Hawaiian shirts, the white tee, and his jorts, it wasn’t like he was wearing his flight suit but he still had to ask.

Beatrice smiles, shaking her head - the movement making her hair flutter on her shoulders and over her eyes, “No, don’t worry,I’ll handle it.” and he shuddered over those words. His pupils were blown so wide but he plopped down on the edge of the bed, breathing in and out slowly as he brought the blindfold to his eyes.

The second he wraps it on his head, he can hear everything at once all over again. It’s an explosion to his senses but it’s so very exhilarating to be part of something like this.

He pays attention to Beatrice, in fact he cannot…hear Beatrice. He furrows his brows behind the blindfold, lips parting to call her name but he stops when he feels his shirt rolls down his arms and onto the bed, her soft,minty breathing is touching the back of his neck, “It’s okay Roos.” she whispers in his ear and he shivers.

Rooster’s mouth is still parted, but now for very different reason. It was like his body was on fire which wasn’t that different from what they normally did. “Now,Roos.” her hands slide under his shirt and his back arches because they are a bit cold and slippery, like she rubbed something on them, “I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen this weekend. There’s only me and you here, we’ll be alone until four in the afternoon tomorrow.”

Fuck he loved when her voice got breathy like that.

He nods, signaling that he was listening to her, “I…will let you decide if you want to keep the blindfold on and let me handle things or…if you want me to have it on and then you can do whatever you want.” his pants felt tighter, his member jumped inside his briefs, “Whatever you’d like…it’s your birthday after all.”

His chest moves slowly as he breathes in and out, tongue peeking out to lick his lips, ‘...can I…have both?”

“Well–”

“But we’ll do by parts?” she stops her hands and he can see the tilt of her head when he suggests that even if his eyes were covered, “We’ll start tonight with me wearing it and then…we’ll do it with you tomorrow.” he licks his lips again, ‘As long as you let me take my clothes off,I’m melting here, Bea.”

Beatrice stares at him, cheeks flaming and eyes going wide but again,should she be so surprised with her husband? After all this time, “Well…I can do that.” she barely has time to finish her sentence when Rooster stands up, back still turned to her, and pulls out his shirt and jorts, leaving him only with his underwear on.

He is back down in an instant and Beatrice has to say she loves how the light from the fake candles his every contour and muscle on his body, how she could see the tiny scars and freckles on his skin like this…like little stars on a bronze colored sky. “Okay…” he sighs, “What now?”

“Now,” and she pushes him on the bed, giving him time to get comfortable, leaning down to kiss around his mouth and his cheeks instead of his lips, “I can pamper you how you deserve to be pampered.”

“Fuck.”

“Hmhm, you bet,handsome.” she giggles, running her hand through the dark brown tresses and chewing her lower lip, thinking what she’d like to do first, “Let’s see…” and she runs her finger over his length that’s straining against the black fabric of his briefs, she hears the sharp intake of breath and smiles wider, “I know how to begin.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Mhm.” she leans down once more, he feels the tips of her hair touching his chest and her lips soon followed, pressing open mouthed kisses to his skin, nails dragging on his sides and he just grunts out,happily, when her mouth reaches his navel.

Her lips were soft, just like the rest of her, and he can feel them nibble down on the elastic of his underwear, slowly dragging it down,slowly exposing more of him to the night air. He gasps out in relief when his cock springs out, one of his hands coming up to brush his fingers through her hair, “Fuck…gorgeous.” she giggles back at him and he can feel she’s adjusting herself.

He’s half expecting her to put him in her mouth, but she doesn’t, at least not yet. What he does feel however, is her hand gently caressing him from the base to tip in a twist motion that honestly if he wasn’t already seeing only darkness, he’d possibly black out. Something about having the vision gone made this ordeal so much more pleasurable than he expected.

She goes down then up, giving the flushed head enough love before repeating the motions, all the while Rooster is squirming and clenching his hands on the sheets. The one closer to her face just tries to find her lips, thumb touching the soft flesh and she parts her mouth so he can plop his finger in. “Fuuuckkk…” his legs were tensing up and he has to adjust his body so he doesn’t orgasm right then and there.

It’d be a bit embarrassing,right on his birthday?

She hums happily around his finger, letting him pop it down and rest on the side of her mouth as she speeds her movements, the gentle squelching of the precum sticking to her hands and his member was louder than he expected, “Bea…” he calls,still touching her face and feeling how her cheek flexed with a smile when he whispered that out. “Are you going to suck me off,baby?”

“Hmmm…maybe.” she says, “Would you like me to?”

“You know I do.” he says, but her hand continues the motion, speeding, then slowing down, but keeping the twisting movement until he’s almost hallucinating behind the blindfold. He’s already covered in sweat and it’s been minutes. “G-Gorgeous, fuck.”

Beatrice bites her lower lip, flicking her hair to the side and dragging his hand down to her chest where he can feel the gentle,delicate lace touching his calloused palm, “Okay.” and she disappears from his hold. He blinks behind the fabric, trying to figure out where she was now.

He could hear the bed squeaking and he could feel her parting his legs for a little bit, then he cranes his neck back with a deep groan escaping his mouth because she pushes her breasts down and around his member.

She hasn’t removed the bra, so she’s tight just enough and by God that does feel incredible. He can’t see, but the feeling of her skin around him is just so incredible all he can do is groan and moan in pure raw pleasure.

He moves his hips and his legs hit the bottom of her breasts, which then adds to the pressure around him. Rooster is already loving this and it’s only part one of the surprise? Oh he’s in heaven. He could die right now and be happy. He calls her name quietly only for it to be distorted when he feels her lips wrap around his head every time he pushes up.

It’s gentle, just her lips going ‘pop’ ‘pop’ every time he moves up, sucking enough to make him feel the pressure around the flushed head. Rooster is losing his mind, his mouth is parted, his body is covered with sweat and he cannot see her face.

But somehow, imagining what she looked like was even better than he thought. He’s just doing what his instincts tell him to do and right now they are telling him to keep moving. Soon enough,Beatrice just lets him lead and keeps her breasts static, giggling while licking and touching his member when he was close to her mouth.

He was about to explode, but he stops suddenly, clenching his hands and his teeth with an annoyed groan, “Fuck!” it surprises her and she almost feels he got hurt, but no, he’s trying to hold himself back, “Baby you have to– I want to fuck you.” he gasps, trying his best to not convulse on the spot.

Beatrice slowly straightens herself and Bradley gasps roughly, fingers twitching because that last pull on his cock almost made him lose it. But he held himself together the best he could. He didn’t know what she was planning, but he waits oh so patiently for her to do so.

So, when he hears the sound of a thong elastic hitting her skin, followed by the soft sound of something else touching the floor, he smiles. He adjusts himself the best way that he can, and he waits.

“Get comfy LC.”

“Oh,I am,don’t you worry.”

Beatrice chewed her lower lip, she was honestly so proud of his restraint, she didn’t think he’d manage to get this far…but oh well, she knew Rooster. And when he liked something, he really did. So she pondered, chewing the side of her thumb as she looked down at his flushed, twitchy member. “C’mere.” he’s almost begging, “C’mere.”

“I’m going.” she says, thinking what best way to– oh. Oh. Great idea. She moves over to the bed and climbs on his lap. She doesn’t give him enough time to breathe when she slides him into her core and that is enough to make both of them gasp.

But she’s not done.

She breathes quietly, licking her lips as she leans back supporting herself on her hands, stretching her torso a little bit more. She waits until she’s sure she’s not going to hurt him and crosses one leg over the other while keeping herself upright. The feeling was outwardly for both of them.

That just pushed her legs together against her pubic mound, while for him, it squeezed him even  more and she was so very proud of that idea. Because Rooster growled out her name like he was a starving man trying to get a bite. She knows she has to be slow, she didn’t want to lose balance while moving.

So it was slow at first, plus she didn’t know how long she could handle this before her legs started to cramp up, moving up and down. Her ass touched his legs and she grinned when his hands tried to find her calves so he could hold.

But when he didn’t, his brows furrowed. Oh he loved that, but he didn’t liked when he couldn’t touch her like he does.”Y-You can take, the b-blindfold off.” she whispers and he whips it out so fast his hair is all askew. He has to get used to his surroundings again, pupils widening and shrinking before he finds her.

Something about that pose, the way she was moving…it was so regal and sensual and Rooster could only watch, mouth parted and body ready to combust as she waves her hips and moves up and down. It’s his new favorite, even if it did look a bit complicated, he loved that, “Fuuuck…baby….”

“mhm…”

“Fuck.” he can touch her outer thighs, so he does with one hand only, the other is holding onto the pillow for dear life.  Since they are both alone now, neither of them had to be quiet, and they weren’t.

God help them if they saw their neighbors this week because it’d be awkward.

He grunts happily, eyelids low and mouth parting in a proud grin when she moves her body up and down on his length, breasts bouncing ever so slightly because of the impact against his legs. Rooster is just on cloud nine, he cannot stop watching even if he so desired, “Fuck…baby…”he knows he cannot last much longer, but he doesn’t want this to end. “Baby you are so good right now.” the lovely clench isn’t lost to him, oh, Bea and her weakness for dirty talk, “You take me so well and you look so good on top of me.”

Another clench and her hips move just a bit faster, her eyes unfocused. 

He moves his own hips up and the movement makes Beatrice throw her head back in a loud moan, her could see her feet twitch at the sudden touch but he doesn’t stop, “You take my cock so fuckin’ well, your pussy was just made for me gorgeous. I fuckin’ love how it always get so wet,” his eyes follow a dribble that slid down his shaft and disappeared between his legs, “And so hot for me.”

Beatrice whimpers, leaning back down even more, almost as if she’s lying on the bed but keeping herself a bit higher with her arms, “F-Fuck,Roos!” she moves her hips more and she could feel how this pose was taking it’s toll on her, she couldn’t keep her legs crossed much longer because it was starting to hurt.

And he noticed, because he just tapped her thigh and slowly helped her uncross them. His eyes landed on her center, swallowing him,pushing forward then backwards, “Fuck I never get tired of this fuckin’ view.”

“R-Roos…”

He pushes himself up a bit, then manages to sit up and wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her upwards to their chest are touching and their mouths are inches away. He smiles, deliriously just like she was, his hands tangling in her hair as her own hands go up to his golden brown strands, “Yeah,baby,yeah.” he says, keeping the movement of their hips and using his navel to brush up against her clip, “Yeah,I’m here,I’m here,I’m gonna make you cum so hard right now,hm? You want that right?” 

She nods, closing her eyes finally and suddenly forgetting to speak.

Rooster would make her say it but…they had the whole Sunday to continue this, and they were both already enjoying this so, he slides his hand between the two and finds her clit. He just pushes into it, just a gentle touch and Beatrice screams.

Her screaming almost cracks the glass if he can say so and her entire body goes rigid as her orgasm hits like a bullet train. Bradley, by seeing her like that, feels his own orgasm ripping through him and through gritted teeth he groans in relief.

Both of their hips are still moving because of aftershocks, and their legs hurt just a little bit but they are waiting until their bodies calm down to finally stop. He watches the sheen cover her breasts and body, making her skin turn into a crystal almost, what was the one she had on the window? Rose quartz? Something like that, pink and shiny. He gasps out, throwing his head back and shaking it once he’s able to control himself, ‘...holy shit.”

His wife is soft in his hold, back still bent and body stretched for him to see, but her legs are on each side of his, ‘...baby, you okay?” he tries and Beatrice’s hands drop on her eyes as she tries to come back to answer his question.

“Y-Yeah.” she says, slowly lifting her head, hair sticking to her cheeks and temples,”I-I’m fine…are you?”

He chuckles, in disbelief, “...baby, I’m great.” he smirks, tucking the sweaty strands behind her ears and then cupping her cheek. She leans into his hand and his heart melts immediately, “Tired?’ she nods, “A good tired?’ she smiles and nods again, “...thank you for this.I like the first part of my gift.”

“I’m glad.” she grins, looking up at him, those green eyes shining like the cleanest of the oceans, “I…I really wanted to make something special for you,Roos.”

“I know.” he grins, “And you did, baby. You sure did.”

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[i-willstealyourtoes]

Ahhhhhh I have a thing I wanna ask, the heisters + Bain with an super cuddly S/O?? Pls I just wanna cuddle them, like AAAAAAAAAA-

Yes, I've decided it's time to write for (almost) everyone, excluding Jiro, Rust, Ethan, Hila, Bodhi and Dragan because I'm not good with them. These ones will probably be smaller than usual, since there's so many of them lol-

Bain + Heisters with a cuddly s/o

Bain

- Since usually Bain stays in the shadows (like a little teen emo) he's not used to the whole... attention thing

- Like... at all

- He's a little shy/flustered about it at first

- 'H-hey, what're you- Oh. Heh, okay...'

- He doesn't know how to respond other than to hug back

- But he grows to like it

- He only realises how much he actually enjoys it when you aren't there

- Like, if you're a heister, you obviously can't be there the entire time, you've got work!

- After a hour or two, he's like 'I need hugs oml help'

- He's too embarrassed to actually ask for them, because he's not used to feeling so loved and touch-starved

- He just kind of... gets near to you to indicate it 💀

- He has to fight the urge to call you over for 'something urgent' so he can hug you :)

- (Everyone knows that he's lying though)

- '(Y/n)! Bain needs you!' (Dallas or something)

- 'For something important this time? Or...is he just being clingy again...' (you)

- In all seriousness he low-key needs to hold back because the amount of times you've been called over just for this-

- I mean, you like hugs so it's okay tbh-

Dallas

- Is not embarrassed at all

- He proudly hugs you back

- I mean why should he be shy about having an awesome partner like you???

- If anyone judges him about it, he just brushes it off as jealousy

- (It almost always is anyway)

- 'Hey, you're just jealous my partner's better than yours!'

- If anyone makes fun of you, they better prepare for his wrath

- But yeah, he's kind of into PDA himself anyway (though not as much as you)

- So he was gonna hold your hand and stuff even if you didn't initiate it

- No matter how much you do it, he always feels butterflies when you hug him

Hoxton

- I think he usually isn't much for PDA himself

- But he doesn't mind when you do it

- It's just something he doesn't do often by default

- Even though he enjoys your hugs a lot so

- I'm ngl, he becomes a little grouchy if you're not available to hug/haven't hugged him in a while

- ('Where's my hug at' mf 💀)

- Like Bain, he won't admit it, he'll just... gesture to you that he wants to

- Either that or he'll just hug you himself

- According to him though, it apparently 'doesn't feel the same when he starts it'

- It's kinda funny just seeing him kind of gesture to you

- Please tease him about it that'd be really funny

Clover

- Like the previous two, she is obviously not shy about this

- Similar to Hoxton, I don't think she's super big on PDA, but she likes doing it now and then

- Absolutely adores the way you just come up to her to cuddle

- Like... awww

- 'Awh, c'mere love..!'

- Will actually fight anyone who comments on it (in a negative manner)

- 'What'd you say about my partner?! I swear to christ-'

- Okay be careful unless you want her to actually beat up a dude

- She can't help it okay, she just doesn't want you to be hurt

Duke

- Usually isn't one for PDA

- It's not like he's embarrassed, it's just...

- He doesn't think of it ig? It doesn't come to mind tbh

- He doesn't mind the hugs, he'll hug back with no problems

- Even in public he has no issue with you coming up to hug

- He won't do it himself though

- He's much more of a private dude ig?

- If anyone actually bullies you about it, he will defo be mad

- 'Since when was it your business to meddle in my relationship?!'

- He's usually quite protective of you so :]

Houston

- He enjoys and actively participates in PDA usually

- Though he just does it casually, like a hand on the leg/thigh or an arm resting on your shoulder

- Not to say he doesn't enjoy the hugs you get

- He really enjoys them

- The feeling of being loved enough to just willingly prove it in front of everyone

- He loves it so much I stg-

- In the start he was probably very flustered about the surprise hugs

- Especially if they're from behind or something

- 'H-hey! What-What're you doing?!'

- (Bro's a cutie patootie 💀)

- Eventually he gets used to it and isn't as flustered

- He still gets a little pink in the face though-

- If you ask, he will deny it 100%

- 'What do you mean? I- I don't know what you're talking about...!'

- He has no issues hugging you back so dw about that :)

- If anyone teases you, he will defend fr fr

- 'Hey, how about you shut your single ass up!?'

Sydney

- She's kind of like Houston???

- Expect her to have an arm around you or hand on yours, etc...

- Doesn't opt for a hug usually, but welcomes it anytime :)

- 'Did ya miss me or something babe?'

- Absolutely adores the attention fr, she will accept said hug whenever-

- Feel free to hold on to her whilst she draws or something !!

- If someone teases you about it, Sydney will absolutely hit them or something

- Either she'll make fun of them for being single or she'll actually hit them 💀

- 'Don't worry babe, they're just jealous I've got a partner and they don't!'

Bonnie

- I feel like Bonnie also likes PDA

- Even if she doesn't, she definitely doesn't get shy/embarrassed when you hug her

- Like why would she be embarrassed about having a loving partner????

- Hugs back with absolutely no issues whatsoever

- If anyone judges you she won't hesitate to square up fr

- 'If I hear another word out of your mouth, I'm gonna bash your head on this table!'

- Protective girlfriend slay we love that

- She'll literally threaten a man one moment then immediately go back to hugging you the next

- The duality is impeccable girl

Jimmy

- Absolutely adores the hugs

- He enjoys the PDA, and actively participates in it when possible

- Anything like holding hands, an arm on the shoulder, head pats or hugs!

- Although his hugs are more like... clinging on kind of stuff-

- (Like a koala or something 💀)

- It doesn't matter when or where, he will always have room for your hugs :)

- You could probably hug him in the middle of a fight and he'd still reciprocate

- He'd just have to hug with one hand shoot with the other 💀

- Would probably go feral if someone bullied you about your behaviour

- Okay maybe not feral but definitely aggressive

- 'Hey, and how about you shut up?!'

- Will protect you and your hugs forever fr fr

Sangres

- Is more than happy to receive hugs :D

- Is definitely a PDA guy, but doesn't hug that often???

- Like if you initiate it he has no issue hugging back, it's just something he doesn't initiate himself in public

- He usually opts for hand on the waist, arm around you, kisses, so on...

- Low key off-topic but he'd probably like picking you up so if you ask be prepared to be lifted-

- Will probably reciprocate anytime like Jimmy

- Okay maybe not during fights though?

- If you tried during a fight he'd probably just pat you or something then lightly push you off

- If anyone bullies you about this, they're genuinely so dead bc he will shout every Spanish swear in the book and point a gun at them

Chains

- Uh okay so I feel like he isn't the biggest on PDA, so he might not accept your hugs every time

- Mostly he will, but if it's during a fight he'll probably lightly push you off

- He wants to give the heist his all

- He can't be hugging you in the middle of it :'/

- Not that he doesn't like your affection, he loves it!!

- It's just, he's professional like that lol

- But once the fight is over and you all get home safe???

- Feel free to cling to him he will not complain at all

- Especially when it's just you two, he'll cling to you as well

- Cuddling on the sofa 100% :>

Wolf

- Doesn't matter where or when, he will almost always reciprocate when you hug!

- During heists he probably will have difficulty doing so, as he's literally going insane on the cops fr

- I mean if you're okay with getting blood on yourself then it's probably all good 👌

- OH also, no matter what, it doesn't matter if he knows it's happening, he will always get flustered at your hugs

- It's really cute bc if you hug him and listen to his heart you can tell it gets really fast all of a sudden

- Y'all could be married and he would still get shocked

- Once you're home, he will actually cling to you

- If not by literally hugging, just holding hands or having you within a meter radius is good

- Once you leave that radius he'll follow where you're going like a dog (or wolf)

John Wick

- Is very professional, so no hugs during missions :[

- Will just pry you off and say 'We have a job to do love.'

- He doesn't mean anything rude by it, it's just because he needs his head in the game

- He always gives 100% and he wants you to as well!

- And hugging kind of takes focus and stuff :/

- Although when you both get home safely, he probably still won't reciprocate too much if there are people watching

- Like he won't push you away when you hug him, he'll probably just put one arm around/on you

- However, when it's just you two?

- Will not hesitate to reciprocate and initiate hugs often!

- Hugs from behind are his favourite thing to do :)

Jacket

- Okay so it depends how tough the fight it is tbh

- If it's not going too bad/it's stealth, he'll mostly keep an arm around you when you give him a hug

- If it's getting rough, he'll probably give you a quick pat/ruffle your hair then slide away to focus on fighting (he'll say 'later' or 'focus on the objective')

- Once you two are out of the fight, he'll have no issue hugging back in public

- I think at first he might have gotten a little flustered, but the more you do it the more he expects it (in a /pos way)

- Hugging on his couch, you leaning on him as you snuggle is probably his favourite thing in the world <33

- Will fight/kill anyone who interrupts fr

Sokol

- Will not reciprocate if it's during a heist

- Like John, he wants to give his full attention to the mission, and hugging won't help :'/

- If it's just before the start of the heist/a wave, he'll give a quick squeeze before moving on

- If you successfully pull off a heist, he will pick you up and hold you tight while spinning you around

- No, it doesn't matter if you're bigger than him he will not hesitate to at least try

- 'We did it (Y/n)! Хорошо!' (I'm not good at Russian sorry if it doesn't make sense in this context)

- Once you both get home he doesn't mind hugging back and will also initiate some hugs too!

- He also enjoys hugging/holding you from behind :)

- If it gets you flustered then his day has officially gotten 100% better

#x reader #payday #payday 2 #payday the heist #payday 2 x reader

[real-jane]

poet laureate

part 2 - [prof bucky barnes x fem!reader]

summary: bucky embraces the chaos of a new job, and his girl finishes the project.

warnings: rampant fluff.

a/n: this is posted. i have been trying to finish it for literally ages and finally just forced myself to stop fiddling with it. I hope you enjoy!

series masterlist

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Bucky awoke to two furry paws palpating his chest, Alpine’s sharp talons prickling like they did when she was being affectionate. There was something else waiting for him on his phone screen, which he didn’t see until he had squeezed every last drop of coffee out of the grounds in his french press, plopped a heaping spoonful of wet food into Alpine’s dish, and knocked his shin into the open dishwasher door. Bruised and under-caffeinated, Bucky sat at the kitchen table and blinked wearily at his phone. His eyes widened.

PL: Are you dead?

“Shit-shit–Alpine, this is your fault!” 

Bucky was late to meet her at his office. They had finally set down solid plans: Saturday at nine o’clock sharp. In his cat’s defense, she had tried to rouse him from a particularly lurid dream, so that he could meet ‘PL’ to start cleaning out the tiny storage room in the guise of an office he had occupied for four years. But he had slept poorly since the night he saw her at Howler’s, and he was an enemy of early mornings.

He hit ‘dial’ before he could think twice and touched the speaker phone, so he could throw on a shirt at the same time.

“You had about two minutes before I called Search and Rescue,” she said, amusement coloring her tone.

Bucky huffed, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. “I overslept–”

“Let’s try again tomorrow?”

“I’ll be fifteen minutes, doll–”

“Bucky, it’s already eleven-fifteen. I gotta go.”

“Wha–you said you were free.”

“I was free. At nine,” she said gently. “I can give you a few hours tomorrow morning.”

Bucky sighed. He was in the wrong–he knew that. Over two hours late, of course she had something else to do! Oh–

“Your thesis.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. 

“Among other things. Are you okay?”

Bucky ignored the question, to which he did not have a sufficient answer. “Do–uh–you need me to look it over?”

“...I’m meeting up with Wilson for final edits.”

He sat down slowly on the bed, with his buttons askew and one side of his hair attempting to stand straight up. “Oh. Good. He’ll set you up for success, no doubt. Glad you took my advice.”

“I usually do,” she chuckled. 

“Don’t let him trap you in a lecture about cult fantasy authors from the 1960s, or his career playing college football. Trust me.”

“...you’re serious?”

“Deadly. Sam ‘the Falcon’ Wilson will hold you hostage talking about the differences between wizards and sorcerers.”

“Noted. Hey, have you called Mike, yet?”

“No. I don’t–ah. No.”

“I won’t push. When you get here, I didn’t touch any of your files. I wasn’t sure if that was a breach of confidentiality.”

Bucky groaned. “...you are not standing inside my office right now.” 

“The cleaner let me in. Bill likes me. I tutored his granddaughter last semester. I hope you don’t mind wine boxes, that was what Mike had to offer. They’re sturdy at least–”

“Doll… I’m so sorry.”

Her laugh bloomed in his left breast, cushioning his heart from slamming against his ribs in self-flagellation. “Hey. I’ll put it on your tab.”

“I’ll be there at nine tomorrow, I swear.”

“Let’s make it eleven, you bring the cold brew.”

“Eleven it is.”

“Oh–if you’re not busy tonight. I’m having a thing. Well, Mike’s throwing me a thing–I won’t let him call it a party. To celebrate me being done with my Master’s. It’ll be low-key.”

“You know I’m not busy,” he said.

“Then I guess I want you to come. Eight thirty?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Mmkay. I gotta go. I don’t know how one man owns so many copies of Our Town, but they’re safely packed away.”

Bucky carded a hand through his hair. “Thank you.”

“Pssh. I’ll see you tonight.”

“If I’m up to it.”

“Call me cautiously optimistic.” 

She hung up without any ceremony, leaving Bucky to stare at his phone on the dresser in defeat. Not only had she waited for him, she had asked someone to let her in–and then took it upon herself to start packing up his books, as if she had any inkling about how he wanted them organized. Who was he kidding–she probably had a better idea than he did. Nevertheless, the shame curled around his ankles like weights.

It had been three days since he asked to kiss her.

Of all the sensations from their fleeting night together, he couldn’t remember what her lips felt like, and it seemed like something he might never know again. She had wanted to kiss him back, but she didn’t trust that it wasn’t the whiskey talking. I still want to kiss you seemed like a contrived message to send via text, and calling her just to say ‘about that–kissing still sounds great, if you could just pencil me in’ was just about the most mortifying idea he could think of. So he kept that admission on the tip of his tongue. In-person delivery was the only acceptable option. People don’t write about kissing, much, he thought. The yearning for it, yes, but not the act itself. Maybe with good reason. 

Imagine typing out such a thing with his thumbs on the world’s tiniest keypad: I want to memorize what your lips feel like with mine. No tongues need even be involved. Just touching. And if we could do it three or four hundred times, that might be enough to start.

His phone buzzed. 

PL: Stop overthinking.

Oh, sure. It was that simple. Just stop–easy. 

Trouble was, his organs all seemed to be functioning on the same train tracks, for better or for worse, and his brain was that pesky third rail. Deadly for sanity, electrified… all because his heartlines couldn’t stop thrumming her name. Her telling him not to overthink was like lightning telling thunder not to crash. I’m not me without you. 

He let out a slow breath. Bucky hadn’t been in that much danger–of losing himself, going under–since he was a skinny twerp in too-big fatigues, far from home. And where had that gotten him? 

PL: If you don’t text back, I'll call you again.

Bucky snorted. ‘You’re not the boss of me,’ he replied, imagining her wrinkled nose when she read it. 

PL: I'm not keeping score, you know. PL: There won't be a test.

‘what if I am?’

PL: How am I doing prof?

‘at annoying me? top marks’

PL: There he is.

‘i am really sorry about this morning,’ he sent.

PL: One of these days you’ll stop punishing yourself for being human. ❤️ 

The audacity of that little heart… 

He didn’t go to the office, no. He laid back on his bed and let that sweet emoji run circles between his ears.

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“What do you think?” she asked as Professor Wilson flipped over the last page of her gargantuan thesis. Wilson sat back in his chair and shook his head.

“I still think it could be about ten pages shorter.”

“You sound like Barnes,” she snorted. “You’re lucky. He probably read a hundred bad poems before we got here.”

“Must be stressful finishing without his insight,” Sam said. His sincerity hit her square in the chest.

“Nah, it’s my fault,” she murmured. It was stressful, but less so for her than for the man in question.

“What is?”

“Putting revision off to the last minute.”

“Girl, your advisor did not quit because you were procrastinating. I’m sure his reasons were his own.”

She smiled. “No, I know. Still feel like it’s my fault a little bit. Can’t help it. Anyway. Here are my acknowledgements, and the Table of Contents. I’ll revise it if you think it really needs it, but I think this order makes the most sense.” Y/n produced a small stack of papers from her binder and slid them across the table.

Sam took them, but he gave her a soft smile. “It’s okay to be annoyed with him. Heaven knows I am, between you, me, and the wall.”

“Hmm. You talk to him at all?” She tried not to sound eager–she could talk to him, she had his phone number, but being stood up to help him that morning had rankled enough that she packed all of his books spine-down so he wouldn’t be able to see what was what when he reopened the boxes again. It wasn’t felonious retaliation, but it would make him sigh and roll his eyes… and send her a grumpy text. 

“Have you?” Sam muttered. 

Her face fell out of the unwitting smile which pulled at her cheeks as she pondered annoying her former mentor. She bit her lip guiltily and shook her head.

“Hmm.” 

“Wilson–” Y/n stopped. She hazarded a glance at the professor who had so graciously agreed to help her with one of the most important projects of her life at the last minute, and found him studying her with narrowed eyes. “Thank you. Really. I, uh. Sorta thought I was on my own with this thing.”

“Believe it or not, I thrive under pressure. Unlike my pal Barnes.” Sam sat back with her list of acknowledgments but it was clear he wasn’t reading it as much as he was analyzing her.

“It wasn’t that, for him. I don’t think. Pressure.” She shrugged. “He just doesn’t ever think about what he wants, and when he finally did… teaching wasn’t it.”

“Maybe so.”

“He’ll figure something out. A mind like his can’t be idle for long.”

“Right. Sure we’re talking about the same guy?” Sam asked. They shared a little laugh at the expense of Professor Barnes, though neither of them thought the least bit ill of him.

“You work with somebody long enough and you see a side of them that they don’t even know, themselves,” Y/n said. “He’s got a purple heart, but he doesn’t talk about it. His classes are full within minutes of enrollment opening. And he never makes somebody feel like shit just because he doesn’t like their work, like–do you know how many of these he hates? But they’re my work so he doesn’t talk about them like my feelings don’t matter. He critiques the form, or the word choice. But not me, not the heart of it. You can’t know how much that makes a person grow when somebody believes in their work like that. I’m not–I don’t blame him for quitting, I just wish I could bottle that time we had.”

Her cheeks warmed when Sam remained silent, but he cast his focus onto the papers in his hands, and didn’t press her to go on. Which was for the best because she probably could’ve gone on all day about how special Bucky Barnes was to her. How beautiful he made her feel without ever telling her that she was, because his hands once hovered around her face like a makeshift halo. And Sam was the one who’d monologue? She wondered what Bucky would say if he knew how intensely she ached every minute they were apart.

And what she would do if he showed up at Howler’s again, on second invitation. She needed him close, to surround herself in whatever the expansive knowingness was which bloomed whenever he was in proximity. To smell cedar and sandalwood and know it was because he stood nearby. In arm’s reach. Maybe reaching back, if she was lucky.

Yes, she was sad he had resigned because working with him had changed her life, but… she didn’t want Bucky because he was a good professor. His intuition and wit fit with hers like two halves of a wishbone. Bucky quitting was not their breaking point. It was the wish which would allow him to be more to her than a dream, than her muse.

She had written more intensely about love since meeting him than she could have fathomed possible, and watched that image shift from childish butterflies to a steady flame. She wasn’t sure if she loved him, but she could. If he let her.

Consequences be damned.

She watched Professor Wilson shuffle her papers together in the right order to finalize the body of work she had amassed over two years as a fellow of the program, and she was hit with a stunning realization:

If I have to give this up to have him… I’ll do it. Two years of work? No price at all. It was an investment in someone who gave words new meaning. Words like ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you.’

It made her palms itch to rip her phone out of her pocket and call him right at that moment–I want you, I don’t care what happens!--but she wanted to give him a choice. She wanted to see him make it. Hopefully tonight.

“I don’t even like poetry, but this is incredible,” Sam said finally. “You should be really proud of yourself. I’m sure Barnes is.”

“I know he is,” she murmured. “Hey, I’m having a celebration thing at Howler’s in Bed-Stuy tonight if you and your lady-friend wanna come!”

Sam chuckled. “We could be convinced. Who’s going?”

“I dunno, really. Whoever I ask. It’s my cousin’s idea, he owns the place. I don’t know a ton of people.”

“You say the word and I’ll have my senior lit TA’s all over that bar. Nobody likes to drink like overworked undergrads with Senioritis.”

“Sure,” she smiled. “I’m game.”

“What time?”

“Eight-thirty? Barnes might be there, actually. So.”

“If my man shows up to a bar, that would be a miracle,” Sam scoffed. “That’s a homebody if I ever seen one.”

“He might surprise you!”

“When pig’s fly. Do you wanna do anything else to this before we seal it? Or are we calling your thesis done-zo?”

“Done-zo? Why did I ask you to help, again?” 

“For that, you’re over!” Sam slid the finished manuscript into the padded envelope, which he had pre-addressed to the company who binds all theses for the university. “There! You make fun of me, you get no more edits.”

“...did we put my name on it?” Y/n asked in mock seriousness. Sam glared at her.

“Get out of here, you! I will see you at eight thirty sharp with a beautiful woman on my arm! And no sooner.”

“Okay, okay!” She stood up, but Sam stopped her with a hand extended. She wrapped her fingers around his and squeezed. “Thanks,” Y/n breathed.

“Welcome.” Sam waved her out the door, and she practically skipped down the hall… past the office which used to belong to Professor Barnes. Her fingertips brushed the plaque bearing his name as she silently thanked him for helping her get there.

Someday soon, she’d be able to hand him a bound copy of the legacy they made, together.

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Mike had been almost relieved to get Bucky’s call, enquiring after the barback position. Bucky had stopped by to pick up his shirt early that afternoon, and so Mike could give him some official-looking papers to sign, and take a photograph of Bucky’s ID with his cell phone. Standing outside the bar on the small patio (smoking an anxious cigarette) was the perfect opportunity to question why he had sought out this job, why he ever thought it was a good idea.

But he had to be okay with life not being quite so cut-and-dry for a while. He was bad at spontaneity. Going with the flow was not his forte. Practice would certainly help… in theory.

And she was inside. He had already spied her through the window on approach and developed an instant arrhythmia at the thought of seeing her again.

Is this what addiction feels like? he wondered, as he took another hit of the lesser drug. He could probably stop smoking in a weekend. 

“If it isn’t Mr. Free Agent!” Sam Wilson came out of the bar through the side door.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky asked as his friend joyfully shook his hand.

“Didn’t you hear? My mentee finished her thesis today. Submitted and everything.” 

Bucky looked down at the ash he flicked from his cigarette. Sam’s mentee. “Right,” Bucky breathed.

“I gotta ask you a frank question. I think I already know the answer but I’m curious what you’re going to say.”

“Shoot.”

Sam made certain there was no one within hearing distance and then leaned close. “Did you sleep with her?”

“Jesus,” Bucky breathed, closing his eyes. He brought the cigarette to his lips, and he inhaled until his chest burned. At first, he didn’t look at Sam, but the other man held out a fresh beer. Bucky took it but Sam didn’t let go.

“You’re a stupid fucker, I’ll give you that,” Sam growled. 

“Careful–”

“You have no idea the shit being thrown around the water cooler about why you quit, professor.” Sam pushed Bucky back further into the shadows as a flock of co-eds filed out of the bar. “You showing up here is only gonna fuel the fire. Do you know how many of your former students are in there sipping Old Fashioneds? Are you prepared for the firestorm of questions about to come your way?”

“...Are you finished?”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah, I’m done.”

Bucky undid the zipper on his coat and held open the placate. “You’re looking at Howler’s new barback. And yes–I am aware how stupid I am, thank you. Which is why I quit.” Bucky ground the remnant of his cigarette beneath his boot. “And thank you so much for your concern.”

“Man, I–shit.” Sam rubbed his face. “I’m sorry.”

Bucky shook his head as if to say forget it. He and Sam shared a look of regret, which cooled Bucky’s mortification. But Sam leaned against the brick wall, sipping his beer. Waiting. Bucky mirrored his posture, and handed Sam back the unopened can, however tempting it was to chug the drink before throwing himself into the lion’s den.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” Bucky said, with a heavy shrug. “I didn’t have a drop of alcohol in me. I just–for once, I listened when the idiot–” he tapped his temple– “had a wild impulse.”

“Ah.” Sam drank deeply. 

“Yeah. And it was the best night of my fucking life.”

“...so you quit.”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“You love her?”

“What does that even mean?” Bucky asked. 

“You’re the poetry guy.” Sam finished his beer and crushed his can against the brick. “For what it’s worth, her thesis is brilliant.”

“I know.”

“Wait until you see the bound version. I sent it off to the printer this afternoon. It’s a beast. Even the acknowledgements are beautiful.”

“Good. God–you should’ve seen her symposium, Sam.” Buck scratched his chin. “Two hundred people… dead silent while she read. Never been so proud in my goddamn life.”

Sam whistled, low and slow. “Sure sounds like love.”

“She packed my office today, before she saw you,” Bucky sighed. “She suggested this job, and she invited me here. She doesn’t know that I got hired though, so.”

“You were gonna surprise her.”

“I dunno, man. I’m trying to just… do things that feel good. Somehow, she has aligned with that. And I’m scared out of my mind, but she’s clever, so I figure if it’s her idea…” Bucky trailed off. “If anyone asks, just tell ‘em I had a quarter life crisis, and all i've ever dreamed of is sweeping up broken glass in a whiskey bar.”

Sam chuckled. “You’re gonna be late, mister barback.” Bucky saluted and turned down the alley to make his way to the front entrance. “Buck–”

“Hmm?”

“If this is you stupid… I hope you’re happy. You’ve been a miserable bastard.”

Bucky smiled. “We’ll see.”

He tucked his chin when the bell on the door tinkled; it was just as busy as it had been the first time he came, and he felt several sets of eyes settle on him, but he just pushed through the crowd until Mike caught sight of him, motioning for him to go through the kitchen door. Bucky stepped to the side to allow someone past him, but–

“You’re two-for-two, Barnes.” If she hadn’t grabbed his elbow, her words would’ve been enough to freeze him in place. 

Bucky couldn’t help the smirk which pulled at the corner of his mouth, and he looked up at her–the woman of the hour. “Yeah.” She was beautiful, but that word failed to portray just how radiant she really was, especially with a look of happy surprise.

“You came.” She slid her hand down his forearm, but she didn’t link their fingers like he wanted her to. “Dare I hope you did it for me?”

He straightened and gently shook his sleeve from her grasp. He presented his new shirt. “I do have bills to pay,” he murmured. “I’m late, though.”

“Oh my god. You’re just full of surprises.”

“Call it a new leaf,” he said softly.

“Talk later?”

Bucky chuckled. “Tomorrow, remember?” Of their own volition, his fingers brushed her chin, and he ducked behind her. The moment he was on the other side of the kitchen door, Bucky sighed heavily… happily. Her expression had betrayed some kind of pride. If he had just shown up for her little gathering, he was sure she would be pleased, but this brought another reaction, one he hadn’t anticipated. 

“You good, brother?” Mike stuck his head back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, sorry. Where can I throw this?” Bucky shucked off his coat.

“Hooks behind the door. Hey, uh–it’s a bit of a mad house right now, so can you help me 86 empties from the tables? Don’t take orders, just send ‘em to the bar. Take a rag with you. Any tips left on the table go into the jar behind the bar, anything handed directly to you is yours. Questions?”

Bucky blinked. “Where do empties go?”

“Glasses in the sink, bottles and cans in that recycle bin. If you think you can handle washing glasses and pressing ‘start’ on the dishwasher, you can attempt to tackle dishes.”

“I can handle that.”

“Oh, uh… you’re gonna get hit on. Comes with the territory. Don’t care if you flirt back, but don’t be a creep, and don’t fuck anyone on-property.”

“I’m not much of a flirt, but noted.”

“So I hear,” Mike chuckled, but he shrugged when Bucky’s eyes widened. “My cousin likes you. And that’s rare, so. I figure you’re a decent dude.”

“Rare how?” Bucky pressed, even as he fished a clean rag from a bin labeled FRESH in red marker.

“I don’t know, man. You should ask her. I got a line forming–you good to stay until bar close?”

“Sure.”

“Great. I hope you don’t live too far. Hard to catch a cab at two am.” 

Mike disappeared again into the belly of the busy bar, and Bucky winced. Fuck. By the time they cleaned up and he got himself home, he’d only catch a few hours of shut eye before he had to be up again if he was going to make it to the coffee shop before his rescheduled packing date. What the hell, right? Either way he would’ve stayed up late–the insomnia had been stretching the limits of exhaustion for months, now, and at least she was out there. He had something to prove. He was rare. Rare sort of guys had to earn the designation, and if that was going to be the gig which kept the lights on, he had to make the most of it.

Bucky slung the rag over his shoulder and tugged at his shirt sleeve. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually showed his scars in public. Heck, he rarely walked around without them covered at home, but the bar was way too hot to wear the flannel he had brought over the top, and… well, it was dark, and probably nobody would notice.

“Hey, newbie–” Mike called through the doorway– “can you grab the broom and dustpan? Broken glass near the door.”

“On it!” Bucky looked around the cramped kitchen until he located the scraggly broom with mangled bristles, and hastened out through the crowd to find the spill.

The night progressed with much the same level of chaos; it turned out that a fair number of the patrons were in fact his former students, most of whom had been wrangled there by Sam. None of them knew the guest of honor very well, but his–the woman Bucky very much wanted to be His Girl, that is–mentee mingled through the room with ease. He envied the way she could open herself up to new people, as if they didn’t have one hand behind their back with a hungry knife. Bucky didn’t have any idea what that felt like. To him, new acquaintances were unwelcome unless they had no ulterior motives. Mike seemed alright, but Bucky couldn’t imagine himself becoming close to a guy who owned a whiskey bar–

“Think I could get a refill?” Bucky shrugged off a handsy woman and pointed at the bartender. 

“Gotta ask him.”

“Ugh. But you’re right here!” she huffed.

“Candace–it’s not his job. Walk to the bar like a big girl.” Sam appeared at Bucky’s side and gave the woman a knowing look. She rolled her eyes and pushed off the hightop which she had been using to stay aloft. 

“Whatever Wilson.” She flipped Sam off, but then a mischievous smile pulled at the corners of her eyes. Sam sighed dramatically and held out his hand for her empty glass.

“The things I’m willing to do for a pretty face,” he mock-whispered to Bucky.

“You never do things for me,” Bucky snorted. Sam narrowed his eyes.

“My suddenly heavier class load disagrees, bud.” Sam nudged him with his elbow. “Your naïveté is cute though, I’ll give you that. Want the same thing, ma’am?”

“Thanks, Sammy.” Candace stroked a finger down the buttons of Sam’s shirt, and the professor winked at her. Bucky put Candace on the list of things to bring up to Sam, along with just how much he had taken onto his plate with Bucky gone, but… that was for later. He followed Sam towards the bar, snagging bottles along the way, only to catch a startled look from Mike. He nodded over Bucky’s shoulder, and held out both hands to receive the empties. Bucky handed them over and whirled around, only to see a huge guy looming over one of his former students. Natalie? Natasha–someone else beat him there, and Bucky’s heart dropped into his feet.

He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but he knew that sudden hand-on-hip posture meant Y/n had inserted herself. The man straightened and Bucky launched forward at the same time. He had a lot of people to push through to get to her, all the while watching the man’s face twist in anger.

“--I’ll give you five seconds to get the fuck out of here,” Bucky’s girl growled, just as he reached her side. The moment he realized that the attention of the bar was turning on him, the disruptor turned on his heel and left. 

Natasha reached out for Y/n. She was mortified by the attention, even if she was relieved to be rid of the man. Y/n made eye contact with Bucky. Her face lit up. Water? she mouthed. He held up a thumb. Bucky jogged back to the bar, through the crowd which was happy to part for the hustling barback. Without needing to be asked, Mike handed him one water… and an Old Fashioned. 

“Thought I wasn’t serving,” Bucky snorted.

“Wouldn’t deny my cousin her drink, would ya?”

No. No, he wouldn’t.

Bucky returned to the table where Natasha and Y/n sat, now surrounded by a passel of concerned women. He silently delivered the water to Natasha, and slid the cocktail in front of Y/n… much to the delight of several women–blessedly none of whom were his former students. 

“What a gentleman!” a woman with bright pink lipstick cooed. “I bet you gotta girl who swoons over you.”

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckled, deliberately avoiding eye contact with his girl at all costs. 

“Awe, he’s shy!” Another woman said, in a tone which made Bucky bristle. 

“You got somebody, honey?” The first woman wrapped her fingers around his left elbow. Bucky flinched, but she didn’t seem to notice. For reasons he couldn’t conjure, Bucky couldn’t force himself to move. He was frozen, like a deer in headlights, under the scrutiny of women old enough to be his mother. 

“Leave the poor guy alone,” Y/n said lightly.

“It’s okay,” Bucky coughed. “I do have a girl, ma’am.” Then, he looked up. Y/n could mask her surprised expression. “I don’t know if she swoons, but she sure knows how to bust some balls. I like that about her.”

“Oh, she’s a broad!” one of the women exclaimed, as if that were the highest compliment on this side of the Hudson. 

“Is she pretty?”

Bucky scoffed. “Prettiest girl you ever saw.”

The women giggled, including Natasha, who seemed quite relieved to no longer be the center of attention. 

“How long you been together?” This time, it was Sam who spoke, and all the blood fled from Bucky’s cheeks. His friend clapped him on the shoulder, effectively trapping him into giving an answer.

“It’s new. I’m trying my best not to fuck it up. Almost did.” He scratched his chin and looked over his shoulder in the hope that Mike would throw him a Hail-Mary–but the bartender just shook his head with a big grin.

“Bring her flowers! My Stan knows that a good apology comes with flowers. It’s a garnish.”

“Huh,” Bucky said. “I don’t know if she’s a flower kinda girl.”

“Pssh. All women are. If you don’t know what she likes, then bring her something small. It’s the effort.”

“Good to know. I gotta get back to work, but uh–thank you, ladies.” He backed out of the small circle, and out of Sam’s teasing grip, but not before he caught Y/n taking a sip from her cocktail. She smiled softly, as if she had greatly enjoyed watching him get grilled by all those gathered. As he turned away, he saw her pull her cell phone from her pocket. A moment later, his back pocket buzzed.

PL: so you got a girl, huh

‘I'm so sorry, it just came out’

PL: you’re cute when you’re flustered. PL: sunflowers are my favorite.

Bucky looked over his shoulder once he was safely concealed in the doorway of the kitchen. Over the heads of rowdy bar patrons, the girl who liked sunflowers smiled at him. Then, she turned back to Natasha, who she had defended from a big creep, and Bucky was overcome with a feeling of pride in her.

It was strange… to feel young and embarrassed, and like the only worries in his life were answering invasive questions from nosy women.

Y/n waited him out until bar close; she nursed a few old fashioneds, while her new acquaintances got progressively drunker, and she dutifully helped pair people up for shared taxis back to campus. Sam departed without much pomp, but with the woman named Candace. For Bucky’s part, he got the hang of running empties back to the kitchen, and putting glasses through the dishwasher, and he thought that he might actually have fun with this job… even if it wasn’t intellectually stimulating. It still forced him to quiet his mind. He couldn’t worry about things outside of his control when he had spills to clean and bathrooms to restock with paper towels. 

When the front door locked under Mike’s thumb, Bucky sat at the bar beside a woman who looked exhausted… but happy. She traced over the mottled scar, which peeked out from under his left sleeve, as if revering his skin. With a familiarity which wasn’t forced. Bucky put his shoe up on the footrest of her stool, and their knees pressed against one other. Mike drew no attention to the special privileges granted to his cousin, or to the obvious affection between the two of them. He merely handed Bucky his share of the tips, and then shooed them both out the door. 

Once they were outside in the cool evening, Bucky put his hands in his coat pockets. Y/n curled her fingers around his elbow.

“Help me catch a cab?” she whispered, leaning closer to him when a chilly breeze swept down the street.

“I’ll take you home,” he said quickly. “I drove. Didn’t know how late I'd be here.”

She dipped her head so her laugh at his eagerness wouldn’t appear at his expense, but Bucky nudged his shoulder against hers. She peered at him through exhausted eyelids, but she nodded. “I know better than to argue.”

“I’m not sending you home with a serial killer,” Bucky said. He meant it sincerely, but it only made her laugh harder–a sweet, sleepy giggle.

“I already said yes.” She thumbed over her shoulder as if to ask where he had parked. Bucky nodded in the direction of his car (he had lucked out catching a spot just a few blocks away, so he wasn’t far.

They walked slowly. She hummed a bit. Bucky pressed his hand over hers at his elbow. Eventually, she hooked her fingertips with his.

“Mike said something I’ve been wonderin’ about,” he said, as they waited out a turning cab on the corner.

“Shoot.”

“He said it’s rare. For you to talk about anybody to him.”

“Oh boy, he’s giving away all my secrets,” she breathed. “Yeah. It’s true. You gotta be pretty great for me to tell Mike.”

“You told him about me.”

She shrugged. “Everything.”

Bucky switched their postures for the remainder of the walk so his arm was around her shoulders. She sidled her own arm under his jacket, to warm the small of his back. Every once in a while, he brushed his nose against her temple.

The car ride was shorter than Bucky hoped–just fifteen minutes on fairly deserted streets. For once, he wished traffic was bumper-to-bumper, so he had an excuse to sit beside her while the street lights bathed her in a golden glow every thirty feet. But she held his hand over the console, and that was consolation enough. 

She directed him to her apartment building, and Bucky pulled up beside the curb. He sat back against his chair. She just watched him. He raised a brow.

“What?”

Y/n shook her head. “Sort of wanna kiss you, but I’ve been drinking. You know how I feel about that.”

Bucky held her hand up to his mouth to cover a grin. “How’d it go with Sam today?” 

“Wasn’t much to do. Just choose the final poems and put them in an order which made sense for my thesis.”

“He said it’s a beast.”

She laughed. “Yep. I refused to cut anything.”

“Surprise, surprise.” Bucky studied her face. “I uh. ‘M glad you were there tonight.”

“You were nervous.”

He shrugged. “What the hell do I know about being a barback? Nah. I just… forgot how good it feels to be in a room full of people, doubting myself, only to catch you smilin’ at me.”

She groaned. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, you better cut that out.” 

“I mean it, doll. You make me brave. Don’t know why.”

Y/n brushed his jaw with her free hand. “Do you wanna know how many people talked about you tonight?”

He rolled his eyes. “Fuckin’ rumors–”

“No, not like that! Just… how cool it was to see you relaxed.”

“I guess I was.”

“And who this mysterious girl is.” She wrinkled her nose.

“Fuck, I really didn’t handle that well.”

“You were fine. And if people assume, then so what? I’m almost outta there–”

Bucky turned in his chair so he could better look at her. “I was serious about the Dean finding out, doll. Or the board. I–shit. Should’ve dropped you off around the corner–”

“Ooookay. Listen–we’re consenting adults. Yeah? And unless you kiss me in public, it’s all just rumor. I can take a little talk. Besides… it’s not like you’ve asked me to be your girl. You just… hold my hand academically.” She squeezed his hand, which at least warranted a small smile from him.

“Once you’ve graduated,” he whispered.

“Then you’ll ask me?”

Bucky sighed. “Then I’ll stop looking over my shoulder for Stark, and worrying about kissing you–”

She cupped his jaw with both hands and silenced him with thumbs over his lips, so that she could press her own close without giving in to the joy of a real kiss. He felt her huff of frustration not to kiss him for real, and the rub of her thumbs over his bottom lip.

“A kiss is not a commitment,” she said lightly. “What if we just make that how we say goodbye and hello, and that’s all it has to be?”

Bucky folded forward, engulfing her in a tight hug. She turned her nose into his neck, and sighed. He fought the words he wanted to say–because he needed her to hear them, but more than that, he needed to actually say the thing he meant to for once in his life. 

“Trouble is: that isn’t enough,” he mumbled into her temple. “Not when it’s you.”

“Bucky…” she breathed.

“I’m tired of doing the right thing. You told me to do something for myself–so here I am.” He rubbed his hands up and down her back, memorizing the texture of her sweater. “I want to kiss you. And when invasive old ladies ask me if I’ve got a gal, I want to point across the table at you. I’m scared shitless. I’m–shit. It doesn’t matter.”

“God, Barnes…” She paused enough to push back, so she could brace her hands on his chest and look him in the eye. “You are so hard on yourself.”

“Yeah,” he huffed. “I’m acutely aware.”

“So, you’re fighting yourself because of Dean Stark? The guy who wears gold goggles for sunglasses?” she giggled. “No–hush. Maybe you’re worth taking the risk for. Huh?”

Bucky straightened, determination thrumming through his body. “Tomorrow.”

“What about it?” She couldn’t stifle a delighted grin.

“I’m gonna kiss you. And it’s going to mean something.”

“Don’t have to convince me, Buck.” She peeked at the time on her phone and winced. “We should be asleep. We have somewhere to be in the morning.”

“Eleven,” he confirmed.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” She patted his cheek, and slid out of the car before he could break his own promise to wait on that meaningful kiss. Bucky pressed the button to roll down the passenger window. He leaned over the seat.

“Hey!” he called. Y/n turned back to him with raised brows.

“What?”

“You’re gonna get kissed tomorrow.”

“Consider me warned,” she laughed. “Oh!” Y/n fished something out of her bag and jogged back over to the car. She held out her hand to him, with a folded up paper. “This is the only one I didn’t put in. It was ‘too indulgent’, according to Wilson. So.”

She winked, and unlocked her building door. The last thing he saw before it shut again was her fingers waving him off.

He unfolded the note–a poem, of course. 

switching hour there was never a lonelier hour than three never a bleaker time never so uneasy a body and yet there never was a falser stretch where intrusive thoughts feel like gospel than three to sunrise.

Indulgent, maybe. Certainly nothing like her other pieces, which focused so much on her inner life, but… it was still special. He could remember the origin clearly–a conversation about a series of hers, based around who she was in the morning vs. the night. He had said to her–early mornings are bleak–something so simple, and watched her eyes sparkle with an idea. 

He glanced at the clock on his dashboard. 3:18 am. Hmm. For once… she was wrong. This 3 am had been a turning point.

Bucky drove home in a daze. Alpine mewled at him indignantly when he nudged her off his pillow. He fell asleep, and he didn’t dream. What could his mind make up which was better than reality?

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Morning came quickly. Bucky was delirious in his determination, but he managed to stumble into the shower and acceptable clothes, and feed the other woman in his life in her little dish before dashing out to meet her.

He swung open the office door, and there she was. Y/n sat in his leather desk chair, looking out the window across the quad, but she swiveled towards him when she heard the latch slide in the lock. 

Bucky had spent years of his life chasing one good rush, and he had never found anything close. Until her. Looking at her then was like watching every failed happiness in his life fall away. He was sleep-deprived, and the cold brew cups sweated in his hands, and he had barely run a comb through his hair, but Bucky still felt like everything was perfect in that moment… especially with a small bouquet of sunflowers tucked under his elbow. He nudged the door shut with the sole of his sneaker. He set the coffee on the desk. Neither of them spoke.

He knelt beside the chair, and handed her the sunflowers. The tissue crinkled as she accepted them. She placed her hand on her forehead in a mock swoon.

One kiss brought her hand to his lips, and then those blessed fingers slid into his hair so she could fully lean forward. She kissed him on the mouth, soft like a whisper. Bucky raised up on his knees to cash in a third, and she hummed–she moaned. He knew very little in the grand scheme of things, but it was certain that he wanted her. He didn’t know if he deserved her, but that seemed to be irrelevant because their lips fit. And her fingers wound into his hair, scrubbed at his scalp, tugged him back to her the moment he seemed in danger of stopping.

As such, neither of them heard the knock, or the door opening, until heavy knuckles rapped on the doorframe. Y/n pulled away from Bucky with a start, fingers clasped over her lips, while Bucky cleared his throat. 

He looked up into the face of Dean Stark.

Part 3

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

“I think I need help with this” for Rafael pls??🥺👀

"So what do you think?" Rafael looks up at Jake from where he sits on the small little bench between rows of shoes, trying on a pair of basic black sneakers. The big man looks tired - but they all do, the three men who more or less seem to be always be in charge. Jake more than anyone else, though.

"Um. They're a little too small," Raf says carefully, shifting his foot, kind of moving it in a circle before he stands up. The shoe squeezes painfully tight along the sides and the end, so he sits back down again. "I think I need the next size up."

His master and mistress had shoes custom-made for his measurements, and he'd had no idea what size he was. He'd just kept wearing the shoes he ran away in. But Jake suggested these tennis shoes, which would help him fit in better.

"Okay. You want to practice asking for help in public, or should I do it?" Jake smiles at him. No judgement, voice low.

Rafael shifts, looking down at his hands on the bench, his black jeans and black shirt. Thinks about getting someone's attention in a store, and telling her what she's given him first isn't right, he wants - he deserves - the right thing.

His face heats at the idea and he clears his throat. "If-... if you would-"

"No problem. Just give me a second." Jake steps away, and Rafael overhears him, muffled from distance, saying I think I need help with this- to some customer service person, cheery and chipper.

Rafael takes the too-small shoe back off and sets it carefully in the box. Tissue paper rustles as he closes it back up and places it back on the shelf, half-hopping with one bare foot to do it.

"... oh, it's you," Someone says just off to his right, and he turns-

And he's eye-to-eye with one of the ones he used to go home with, when he was in the last safehouse. He's used to seeing the guy with short shorts and a tank top and a lazy, half-eager smile. But now he's in a polo shirt and long pants and shocked, and Rafael might not even recognize him except for his hair.

"Shit. We all thought you were refurbed," The guy says, voice low. He's always had Rafael call him Rei, but he has everyone call him something different. "Are you-... are you here with-"

"I'm in a n-new house," Rafael says, almost whispering. "I-I left-... I was kicked out of the other one. For..."

Rei smiles, wry and faded and sad. "For seeing us? You got caught?"

Rafael's throat tries to close and he slowly nods. He feels... naked, in a way he's never felt when he actually is naked. Rei and the others saw him in a way no one else did, weeping and begging for physical touch when he was denied it everywhere else and couldn't keep his head on straight.

"I'm sorry," Rei says, and looks to one side. Rafael watches his dark eyes flicker left and then back again, and Raf follows his gaze to see the perky young manager chatting with Jake, her head slightly to one side. She's flirting - Jake, Rafael thinks, hasn't noticed. Maybe won't notice.

Rafael can always tell when someone's flirting.

He's an expert on flirting.

"No, it's okay. It's... here is better. Where I am now, I mean. It's so much better. You remember, the one time when I told you about the guy in the museum who told me to call? I'm, I'm in his safehouse now. It's better. Are you-... are you not-"

Rei laughs, almost soundless. He shakes his head and moves forward, and Rafael takes in a soft breath. For a second, he hopes - ridiculous as it is - that he'll be kissed. No one really kisses him anymore. Not even Chris, who comes as close as anyone does, but holds back. And that's-... that's okay...

He... misses how it felt to be twisted up inside, though. When it was good, it felt like how he was always meant to feel. But when it wasn't...

It was worth running because of when it wasn't.

Still...

But there's no kiss. All Rei does is move past him, patting him on the arm. "I've got three jobs," He says, with a shrug. "This is one of 'em. I'm glad that you found somewhere good for you, though." He smiles, more sincerely this time. Presses his fingertips to his own lips, and then moves his hand to the side of Rafael's face. "Glad you don't need us anymore."

"You could go to a safehouse," Rafael says, in a rush. He grabs at Rei's hand, startling him. Kisses those fingertips himself. It's not right, it's not-... normal, but he can't stop himself. "You don't have to work so hard, you don't-"

"Not everyone's cut out for the safehouses," Rei says, kind but firm, and pulls his hand back away. "Trust me. You're better off here, but I wouldn't be."

"What?" Rei starts to walk away, and Rafael stares after him. "Why?"

Rei doesn't turn back.

"Because not everyone can be saved."

#rafael is no one's saint #microfiction #angst #bbu #box boy universe #box boy #implied past dubcon #implied past noncon

[sustainably-du-mortain]

1-5 for each of your twc ships, from the otp ask from earlier. I'll probably come back for more when im home

pls do come back for more, I love rambling about the blorbos!!

1.Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

Adam x Jonah x Nate

I can see Nate as most likely to do it, because of the whole over-protectiveness thing N has going on. Second comes Adam, it doesn't happen often, but it does from time to time, especially if the thing they were arguing about was in regards to the safety of the other two. Jonah would be the least likely to use it.

Madeleine x Morgan

Can I say no one? These two don't need to involve their feelings to own up to their actions, if that makes sense. But if I had to pick, I'd say Madeleine because I have one particular argument in mind regarding being turned into a vampire where she'd use it.

Côme x Felix

Honestly, I can see it coming from the both of them. But I can see it coming out as like, stating the obvious. It's an "of course, I did what I did because I love you" kind of thing.

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

Adam x Jonah x Nate

I'm not going to answer this one for them because I have a fic I wanna write about this

Madeleine x Morgan

Madeleine knows her touch eases Morgan, so she'd slowly approach her to gradually wrap her arms around. She holds Morgan tight until she's calmed down. Simple, but it works like a charm. Morgan was already awake before Madeleine woke up because she could sense Maddie's distress, so I can actually see her waking up Madeleine. She makes sure to be gentle, tell Maddie that everything's fine, cup her face in her hands to have Mads focus on her and her only.

Côme x Felix

Côme is a light sleeper so I can see them being woken up by Felix moving around in his sleep. They'd panic a little, not understanding what's going until Felix wakes up. Then, they'd try to reassure Felix, ask if he wants to talk about it or not and pull him closer to cuddle back to sleep. I can also see Felix being woken up by Côme moving around, but I feel like he'd understand what's going on before Côme could wake up and he'd try to actually prevent Côme from waking up. But he makes it worse and wakes them up when trying to hold them closer. There's a little freaking out because that wasn't his intentions, then comes the reassurance, trying to get Côme to calm down, make them understand what's going on and grounding them back. And there's a lot of cuddle and talking involved before they fall back asleep.

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Adam x Jonah x Nate

Jonah and Nate: yes, they do, absolutely, all the time. Jonah loves stealing his boyfriends' clothes, especially Adam's tees and Nate's shirts. Nates also loves going for Adam's tees (poor guy had to get new ones because these two were always raiding his closet). Nate tried to wear one of Jonah's t-shirt once, unfortunately the size difference made it impossible for him to wear any of Jonah's clothes, but he does wear some of his jewelry, especially his rings. For Adam it's a whole other story. He would love to, but again size difference makes it kinda hard. But accessories make for a good substitute, especially scarves during winter, he alternates between Nate's and Jonah's.

Madeleine x Morgan

For these two it's a more discreet/intimate thing. Maddie wears some of Morgan's jewelry, and Morgan will wear some of Maddie's tees but it's a thing that only Maddie gets to see.

Côme x Felix

YES! Absolutely, always! They're always stealing each other's clothes and they have really similar tastes so it's just like expanding the other's wardrobe. Every single piece of the other's wardrobe they can get their hands on, they wear.

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

Adam x Jonah x Nate

Oh, gosh, all three of them are protective. From Nate's over-protectiveness to Adam's concern for their safety to Jonah just being fiercely protective. Jonah often ends up being the 'protected' one, especially to physical danger, because both Adam and Nate get protective about that. Then Adam can't help but protect Nate from physical danger either. Jonah and his cuttin sarcasm do all the protecting when it comes to people talking behind Nate and Adam's backs.

Madeleine x Morgan

Morgan is the fiercely protective one in the relationship. She knows that Madeleine doesn't particularly need to be protected but she can't help it. And Maddie loves seeing that side of Morgan so she's not complaining.

Côme x Felix

These two are a disaster because they're on both sides of the spectrum. They're both protective about the other, but often end up having to be protected by the rest of UB.

5. Describe their cozy night in.

Adam x Jonah x Nate

Cooking together (lasagna if possible). Jonah getting Adam and Nate to build a Lego set with him. Music playing in the background. Getting on a walk with Bo. Heading to bed for cuddles while Nate reads to them. And some more cuddles until they all fall asleep.

Madeleine x Morgan

Madeleine making soup. Telling Morgan about all the gossip from work and wayhaven over dinner. Then watching a documentary of Morgan's choice all cuddled up until the head for bed, where Maddie reads for a while with Morgan laying on her chest.

Côme x Felix

Ordering take out for Côme. Them trying to teach knitting/crocheting to Felix while they watch a show/movie/cartoon. Giving up because Felix got all tangled up in the yarn. Cuddling up. Getting to sleep but not actually sleeping because they end up talking about nothing and everything.

OTP ask game

#leaving the answer to 1 for Maddie & Morgan relatively vague on purpose bc i have another ask waiting that will get more into detail #ship: i used to live alone before i knew you #adam x jonah x nate #oc: jonah rafferty #adam du mortain #nate sewell #ship: our gentle sin #madeleine x morgan #oc: madeleine kingston #twc morgan #côme x felix #oc: côme hawthorne #felix hauville #ask game #grape🎃 #ali's headcanons

[magicshvps]

domestic meme fr link n kat <3

send me a ship and i’ll tell you:

who reaches out to new neighbors

oh it would for sure need to be kat, link has the social skills of a pebble on the side of the road, he would make it awkward and they would probably think link was a serial killer in disguise.

who remembers to buy healthy food

i feel like link has always been fairly health conscious, so probs him. he is too brainy for his own good so he steers clear of (MOST) junk foods.

who remembers to buy junk food

kat, if anything. link will only indulge in a few little items, so it would deff need to be here.

who fixes the oven when it breaks

neither of them, look while link is very smart he isn't exactly the most handy, he's way too accident-prone. if anything they both agree to just call a maintenance worker and leave it in their hands.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

both of them, but probably more so kat with how much link is constantly working/studying, he might forget more than she would?

who wakes up earlier

link's an early riser, i feel like he also likes to be up before she does so he can make her a cup of coffee and a little snack. acts of service 100 percent his vibe.

who makes the bed

i feel like it could be a 50/50, but also link likes keeping things tidy because he can't focus in a messy environment.

who makes the coffee

link, for sure, would make this woman coffee day and night, and whenever she asked or even seemed like she needed it.

who burns breakfast

......kat. idk why, i just feel like she would. too busy being too distracted while link is chatting with her and spewing nonsense her way in hopes of impressing her, and then the EGGS ARE BURNING.

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

if she isn't in the room, link would for sure pop his head in and tell her that he's heading out and to text him if she needed him to grab anything on his way home.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

with the most awkward, cute little smiles known to man.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

link, big gift giver over here as well. he would remember she liked a certain flower and then see it on his walk home and grab a bunch of them.

who picks the movie for movie night

kat does, link doesn't care what they watch, he's just excited she wants to watch it with him.

their favorite kind of movie to watch

once again, you could put on the worst movie known to man and link would be happy, so he doesn't care at ALL.

who first suggests a pillow fort

maybe they saw some tiktok about it and equally agreed on it being a great idea, i could see them sitting on opposite sides of the couch and then perking up at the idea of it.

who builds the pillow fort

link does because big-brained boy knows the perfect angles and weight and dimensions, it would be so immaculate.

who tries to distract the other during the move

they would both sit there like the most awkward buffoons, pls. if their pinkies even touched they would fold.

who falls asleep first

link, man overworks himself to the bone, he's zonking out by eleven.

who is big spoon/little spoon

pls let this man hold her in his arms or else he will die, and i don't make the rules.

#ask memes: lincoln hak. #answered: lincoln hak. #ship: link x kat. #HEHEHEHEHE

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Tough love [Poly Marauders]

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my previous poly Marauders, it really means a lot! I’ve just been obsessing over poly Marauders fics recently and it had inspired me so much, so I really hope you love this as much as I do. Feedback is always appreciated!

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem! Non-Gryffindor! Reader

Words: 3.3k

Summary: Your “newly” established poly relationship with the three Marauders has you feeling many emotions. Sirius has always been one for though love and doesn’t often let his emotions show. In the start of your relationship, you have a hard time reading him and you think he doesn’t really like you and only is in the relationship because he wants to be the two other Marauders and you’re the catch/con that comes along.

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, mention of cum, praise kink, degradation, one singular spank, polyamorous relationship, soft dom! Remus, soft dom! James, dom! Sirius, Sirius being mean, mention of food, light angst to fluff, as always let me know if I missed anything.'

The sun was shining brightly through the windows of the great hall. You were sitting at the Gryffindor table with your three new boyfriends. Remus and Sirius were across from you and James beside you, with a hand on your thigh, never wanting to not be touching you. Your right foot was between Remus’, him also not wanting to not be touching you. You had let your left foot be free so you could be touching Sirius as well, but he didn’t take. Looking under the table, being as subtle as possible, you saw James’ shoe-covered feet, one of them touching the side of Remus’ foot and the other one between Sirius’ but moved in a way so yours wouldn’t reach his. You looked up at the table again and saw that Sirius was holding Remus’ hand on top of the table.

Your three boys were laughing and talking, as they normally did, and you tried to keep a smile on your face and keep up with the conversation, but you couldn’t help the way your stomach dropped slightly at the thought that Sirius didn’t want to touch you.

“What do you think, Bunny?” Remus asked, all of their eyes suddenly on you.

You looked up and looked between their faces.

“Huh?”

Remus let out a small laugh, “I just said that because the weather is so nice, we could go to the lake after class and asked what you thought about the idea, but you were too busy being in bunny world huh?”

“Oh yeah, that sounds nice,” you answered with a small smile. You looked down at your plate again and started to pick at your food, not feeling particularly hungry anymore.

Remus looked at you in a confused manner and looked between James and Sirius, who both shrugged their shoulders.

“Alright, lake after class it is,” James announced with a grin.

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Holding onto Remus’ hand, you were all making your way towards the castle entrance, after having enjoyed all of the late afternoon at the lake, getting as much sun as possible.

Making your way up the stairs towards Gryffindor tower and Remus not letting go of your hand indicated that they wanted you to join them in their dorm room, which you did with no complaints.

As you made it to their room the door was shut firmly behind all of you and the boys didn’t waste time finding one of their beds to place you on and make hasty work of removing the minimal amount of clothes you were wearing.

You could feel arousal starting to churn in your belly as James kneeled at the foot of the bed and removed your lace panties. Remus had moved behind you and laid you on his chest as he removed your bra. He didn’t waste any time placing his hands on your breasts, as soon as they were freed, kneading them and making you let out a needy whine.

“A desperate little thing, aren’t you?” Sirius asked rhetorically as he ran a finger through your soaked folds.

James placed a finger at your entrance, slowly circling it, gathering your arousal before slowly letting it enter you. You let out a small gasp at the intrusion.

“Such a good girl,” James cooed, thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly before adding a second finger.

You moaned and grabbed Remus’ right wrist as he moved it to your throat.

“She’s no good girl... she’s just a desperate whore who’s only good for one thing, but not even that,” Sirius scoffed out as his thumb started to circle your clit.

Your eyes snapped up to look at his face, your stomach dropped, and you could feel light tears starting to gather in your eyes at the mean comment.

You wanted to be good for him and for him to like you as much as James and Remus did, but you felt like an imposter of some kind and that Sirius just wanted the part with you to be over.

Sirius felt your stare and removed his gaze from your clit which he was working his finger on. As soon as he met your eye you looked back at James, scared that Sirius would be annoyed at you for looking at him.

James picked up the speed of his fingers. The lewd squelching sounds filling the room, causing you to blush.

“Aww, are you feeling shy? You’re absolutely pathetic,” Sirius mocked, the first part faking pity and the second almost like you were being scolded.

James removed his fingers and stood at the foot of the bed.

“Alright darling, up you get,” he said and helped you up on your knees in front of him.

He leaned down and kissed you while cradling the back of your neck to keep you in place. Your hands found their way to his t-shirt covered chest and slowly worked their way up in his hair.

After some time, you pulled apart and looked behind you to observe your two other lovers.

Remus’ clothes had been removed and Sirius was lying beside him as they lazily made out. Sirius had Remus’ cock in hand and stroked it slowly, causing you to whine at the sight.

James chuckled slightly at your small whine, “what’s wrong darling? You want to be a part of it?”

You turned your head back towards James and nodded. He chuckled again and helped you turn your body fully towards the two boys.

Behind you, James made haste work of removing his own clothes and cleared his throat to gain the attention of the two others.

“Our darling is feeling a little left out,” James said as the two boys broke apart and looked towards you, “what is it you want to do pretty girl?”

You looked at Sirius who just rolled his eyes, so you quickly looked over to Remus. James had placed his hands on your shoulders for encouragement.

“Uhm... can I pl-please suck your cocks sirs?” You said almost in a whisper, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment from the question you had asked.

“Of course, you can, bunny, especially when you ask so nicely,” Remus replied and motioned for you to come closer to him in his seated form.

You settled between his legs and slowly took over for Sirius by grabbing Remus at his base and stroking just like Sirius had.

You leaned down and took his tip in your mouth, circling it with your tongue. Just as you were about to take more, a harsh slap was landed on your ass causing you to jolt forward and gag around Remus.

“Come on, get to it!” Sirius said as he sat down beside Remus again.

You quickly recovered and started bobbing your head up and down on Remus’ cock, not wanting Sirius to be more dissatisfied with you.

As you were working your mouth on Remus, you felt James rub his tip through your folds before slowly pushing in.

You moaned around Remus at the stretch and Remus groaned as he feels the vibrations on him.

James set a steady rhythm while holding your hips in a bruising grip.

You could tell by Remus’ increased breathing and the small twitch of his cock in your mouth that he was close. Probably due to Sirius having worked him up prior to you sucking him off.

“That’s it bunny, take it all,” Remus groaned out as he emptied himself in your mouth. You kept sucking, making sure to get every last drop.

You pulled off of him and out of instinct let your tongue fall out of your mouth to show that you had indeed swallowed everything.

“There’s a good bunny,” Remus said while caressing your cheek, making you lean more into his touch as your mouth hung open and moans spilling out.

Remus and Sirius maneuvered so Sirius could sit in front of you and get his turn.

You didn’t wait for instruction you simply put your head down towards his bright red cock and put it in your mouth. You could taste the salty pre-cum and used your tongue to spread it down his shaft.

Behind you, you could feel James’ thrusts picking up speed and becoming sloppier, which meant he was close. James found your clit with one hand and drew fast circles on it, wanting you to finish before him.

You moaned loudly at the feeling and gagged slightly when you felt Sirius’ head meet the back of your throat.

Sirius scoffed, “come on we’ve taught you better than that, you really are useless.”

“Sirius,” Remus said firmly, almost as a warning, him knowing that you weren’t so good at degradation if it wasn’t paired with praise.

“What? She just needs to learn, it’s not that hard,” Sirius fired back, talking like you weren’t even there.

You could feel your orgasm building, the burn in your stomach also starting to gather from trying to hold it until you were told otherwise.

“You’re doing so well darling, cum for us,” James said between grunts as his own orgasm approached.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your orgasm hit you, making you shake slightly and gag around Sirius again.

Your cunt squeezed and fluttered around James, prompting his own release.

You felt the warmth of his cum painting your insides and he rode it out slowly thrusting in you.

You grabbed Sirius’ thigh to ground yourself, but it was quickly slapped off.

“Did I say you could touch me with anything other than your mouth?” Sirius said, his tone feigning anger, but you took it as real anger and withdrew your hand back on the mattress and opted for the sheets to grab.

James pulled out and you could feel your mixed releases slowly run down your thighs.

Not long after Sirius started to grunt and moan softly. His release hit your tongue with no warning, but you still swallowed despite the slight gag you produced from it hitting the back of your throat.

Remus pulled you off of Sirius and wrapped his arms around you.

“You did so well, taking us all so well,” Remus said lowly in your ear.

“I’m going to lay you here and I’ll be right back to clean you up, alright?” Remus asked, even though it was more of a statement than a question.

You just nodded and were placed down on the mattress again as Remus got up to get his wand and a glass of water.

James went to gather clothes for all of you.

Remus returned and muttered a cleaning charm on all of you and handed you a glass of water, which you chugged and handed the glass back to Remus, who looked at you adoringly.

James returned with four shirts, three pairs of boxers, and a pair of clean panties that you had left with them for these situations.

You all quickly got dressed and you laid back down beside Sirius looking at him.

You didn’t actually meet his eyes and therefore missed the loving way he was staring at you, absolutely enchanted by you.

Out of instinct, you reached a hand up to caress his cheek, which you would normally do with James and Remus, but before you could make it to his face your hand halted and slightly twitched as you brought it back towards your chest.

You sat up quickly, not wanting to be in Sirius’ personal space.

“Uhm I just realized I forgot my wand in my own dorm, so I’ll just go get it and be right back,” you said quickly as you got out of bed and put back on the trousers you had been wearing to the lake.

“You don’t just want to get it tomorrow?” Sirius asked. You still didn’t meet his eye, not wanting to anger him.

“No, I’ll just get it now, that way I’ll also let you get a bit of a breather,” you said and dashed out of the room before any one of them could say anything more.

The three boys were left confused, and all looked between each other and the door you just left through.

“What the hell did she mean by that?” Sirius asked, sitting up on the bed.

“I’m not sure... maybe she needs a break from us?” James suggested.

“No, she usually wants to be close to us when we’re done and she said she would give us a break from her,” Remus pointed out, his brows knit together in confusion.

“You were quite mean towards her today, Pads,” Remus continued.

“She can handle it; she knows I don’t mean it,” Sirius replied.

“But does she really? You’ve been teasing her lately by not being affectionate towards her, what if she’s taking it as you being serious,” Remus stated.

“How long have you been doing this to her?” James asked all the attention now on Sirius.

“I don’t know, maybe a week or two, but it’s just because she gets all clingy when she’s needy and I want her to cling to me,” Sirius answered like he had been collecting data.

“But it hasn’t been working obviously, since she’s been clinging to James and me... Sirius, she probably thinks you’re mad at her or something,” Remus said with a sigh.

“She doesn’t know that this is your way of asking for affection! She needs reassurance,” James scolded lightly.

Sirius looked down at his hands, guilt bubbled up from deep inside.

“Well, I didn’t know, I thought she would tell me if it got to be too much,” Sirius said with a sad sigh.

“If she thinks you’re mad at her, I don’t think she’ll come back tonight... let’s check the map,” Remus said, already getting the map from his bedside table.

He set the map on the bed in front of Sirius and sat beside him, James on the other side.

Sirius muttered, “I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.”

The map revealed itself and they all searched for you around the castle.

You weren’t in or near your own common room, neither were you close to Gryffindor tower.

“There!” James nearly shouted and pointed to your name in the astronomy tower.

“Alright let’s go,” Remus said, and the three boys left their room forgetting that they were only in boxers and a t-shirt.

You hadn’t forgotten your wand in your common room, it was tucked away in your bag that lay on the floor of the boy’s dorm.

You sat and looked at the view of the grounds as you sat with your legs dangling off the edge of the astronomy tower. You often came here to think or to just clear your head, it was peaceful.

You couldn’t help but think about what you were going to do. You obviously loved all three boys, but it broke your heart to think that maybe Sirius didn’t feel the same and you didn’t want to force him to be with you just because you wanted to be with him and the two others as well. You hadn’t noticed the tears until you felt one hit your hands. You especially hadn’t noticed the rushed footsteps that echoed up the stairwell, too lost in your thoughts.

The three boys stopped at the top of the stairs and looked out your figure sitting on the edge. You hadn’t turned around, so they knew you hadn’t heard them, even though they were panting and weren’t being particularly quiet.

“Puppy, are you okay?” Sirius’ voice startled you and you quickly tried to wipe away your tears with your hands.

The three boys made their way over to you. You thought that they would sit beside you, but instead, Sirius hooked his hands under your arms lifting you up and making you stand. You didn’t turn around like he expected you to, so he gripped both your arms and turned you around.

Sirius’ heart dropped when he noticed your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek and caressing it softly and angling your face, so you were forced to look at his face.

“Why didn’t you come back to the room, pup?” He asked softly giving you a gentle smile.

Your heart fluttered at the gentleness and care he was showing, but you didn’t want to get too excited and having it ripped away from you.

“Oh, uhm I just thought that maybe you needed some space and just wanted to be you, boys, alone,” you said quietly looking between the three of them as James and Remus came to stand on either side of you.

“Why would we need space from you? We love spending time with you,” James asked, the confused tone evident in his voice.

Your cheeks were burning red with embarrassment, not wanting to air out your insecurities.

“What’s wrong, puppy? You can tell us,” Sirius urged.

You let out a nervous breath and tried to avoid his eyes, but when you looked away from Sirius you would be looking at either James or Remus, so there was nowhere to look but down.

“I-I just feel l-like that I’m in the way of you guys’ relationship,” you breathed out, still looking down, “I know you want to be with Remus and James and that I’m kinda just there as well, but I don’t want to force you to be with me as well if you don’t want to,” you mumbled the last part quietly aimed towards Sirius, but the three boys heard you loud and clear.

Sirius was quick to grab your face and make you look up into his eyes.

“That is absolute nonsense, of course, I want to be with you! What would make you think that I wouldn’t?” Sirius rushed out, not letting go of your face.

“Uhm… you don’t really like touching me and you haven’t really talked to me for about two weeks, and you call me pathetic and useless,” you say quietly, your voice breaking as tears start forming in your eyes.

“oh puppy,” Sirius said sadly as he realized how much his teasing had affected you.

“I’m so sorry, I love you so much and I want to be with you just as much as I want to be with these two idiots,” Sirius said, which earned him a swat at the back of his head by Remus and a swat on his arm from James.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t want to be with you… I just wanted to tease you so you would be clingier towards me,” Sirius admitted.

You cocked your head to the side slightly, confused by his statement.

“Yeah… Sirius has a weird way of showing affection and an even weirder way of letting us know that he wants affection,” Remus said with a light chuckle. “But we all love you and we all want to be with you, puppy,” you had never seen Sirius look so… well…serious, about anything ever.

You leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, a small part of you still afraid he would turn away. Your concerns were soon gone when he met you halfway and connected your lips in a loving kiss. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss and wrap your arms around Sirius’ torso, him doing the same and holding your body close to his.

You broke the kiss and giggled when Sirius followed your lips whining for another kiss. You turned your head and kissed both Remus and James as well as you could, still in Sirius’ arms as he refused to ease his grip on you.

“Again, I’m so sorry, our beautiful girl, I’ll never ever make you doubt my love for you again,” Sirius stated and reconnected your lips.

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