#not to mention the whole putting down the security dogs thing

[mingsolo]

yeosang x reader (f) / g: crime au, arranged marriage, angst, smut / wc: 6.5k / warnings: guns, blood mentions, descriptions of violence, minor character death, general 'mafia' and crime references, language, sexual content / r: 18+

another fic for another now defunct collab that i decided to write anyways! ps. sorry for the banner, i had a free editor and a dream :')

It's a beautiful Saturday. 

The bushes and trees glow with that yellowish green shade proper to late summer. The sun is warm and it makes everything shine with a golden hue. You glance quickly towards your mother, she really knows how to choose the right date for the right parties.

As you bring your champagne glass closer to your lips, not sipping on it yet, the sight of the handsome man coming down the patio stairs behind your mom grabs your attention. He’s greeting and smiling warmly to everyone who gets closer to congratulate him. 

Kang Yeosang, son of your father’s biggest and longest associate; soon to be one, if not— the most influential name of crime in South Korea.

And now, your husband.

“You can’t deny he knows how to look happy,” the voice of your younger brother interrupts your thoughts as he slides beside you, taking a champagne glass for himself from the waiter's tray as they pass by. “But you still think he is too...” Chan makes a pause reflecting on his words, “Soft?.” 

You remain silent, your upper lip still slightly pressed into your glass. Your eyes don't leave your husband for a moment. Now he’s talking amusedly with your, barely older than you — stepmother, smiling and petting the two pomeranians she refused to leave at home for the wedding. He carries them like babies, smiles at them as your father’s wife shamelessly strokes his shoulder and smiles widely at the act. He puts the little dogs back in the ground and the furry things sprint around his feet as if he was their owner. He laughs heartily at the cute scene and it can be heard through the whole party. His laugh was low but gentle, warm and contagious. 

“He does seem, maybe too nice...” Chan adds, before getting distracted by the giggles of his new girlfriend coming from a few feet away. “Shit.” He says and sprints away to her. You glance over the scene, the barely overage girl drunk as a skunk hovering over one of your cousins. You chuckle as Chan disappears into the main house draggin the girl away from your cousin. Immediately your eyes go back to Yeosang. 

The more you stare at him the more he seems a stranger to the life you were used to living. He acts and looks softer and purer than every man in the room. You can hardly believe he has seen the surface of what this kind of life has to offer. But again, his father was one of the most ruthless men of the country, it was equally hard to believe he hadn't.

Barely a month ago, when your father gave you the ultimatum to marry someone powerful in the city, you had thought of Jeong Yunho first. Yunho, son of the chief of security of the capital, and an agent of the government himself. Both of them are corrupted and dirty even more than your own family, and half the “criminals” they swore to catch everyday. 

Yunho was also your classmate back at law school, your party sidekick and your tennis partner, one with an incredible hit. You both had a long relationship of business and pleasure. Sadly, he was already engaged to the Governor's god-daughter. Everyone knew your family and he had a long history of running dirty business under the table, but marrying? That would be too much for Yunho’s bosses at the government to turn a blind eye to.

So after a short thought, all cards fall back into the Kang family, the only family beside yours with enough influence and power in Seoul. When you were told the son of Boss Kang was back in Korea after spending most of his twenties overseas, you had no chance but to accept he was the one. 

It was a little troublesome, not knowing what to expect from him. But you would find out soon enough, or so you thought. 

You didn’t meet Yeosang until a week before the wedding, at a rushed dinner arranged by both families. 

The first time you laid eyes on him, all you could see was sincerity. He was polite, bright, witty and surprisingly fun. He had deep brown eyes and fine lips. On the left side of his face, he spotted a rather big beauty mark of peculiar shape. Beauty marks of that kind are usually unwanted and something to keep hidden, worse than scars, but the ones on his face framed it gracefully, like a fine accessory.

On him, there was none of the somber demeanor the people who have seen it all in this lifestyle usually had. At one moment he turned to you and smiled, understanding you might be cautious around him, and that confused you. You weren’t used to having emphatic men around you. 

“Here’s to an union that brings out the best for both our families.” He had said with a toast, and for a moment when he smiled softly at you, it seemed like the life you were about to have by his side was a normal, risk free kind of one. 

That was the first time you saw your now husband. This day, the wedding, was the second. 

“Lovely wedding,” a soft voice came from behind you. You recognized it instantly, looking over your shoulder to see the tall frame of Yunho getting closer. “You look so beautiful as a bride”. He raised his glass and both made a silent toast, still looking ahead to the patio. “I heard you are going to Greece for your honeymoon?.” he pouted slightly. “Very romantic.” 

“Now, who told you that?.” your eyes roll at him. You took the chance to glance at the expensive tuxedo he was wearing and how it looked maybe too good on him. It was really a shame you weren’t marrying Yunho instead, that trip to Greece probably wouldn’t have to go to waste.

“Chan did, but you knew that.” He smiled.

You glanced at your brother, who was now dragging his girlfriend back to the party, saying a few curses to your cousin as they passed by him. “Didn’t see you at the ceremony.” you turned to Yunho, who was shamelessly eyeing your cleavage. 

“Oh I just came to the party,” He licks his bottom lip “I couldn’t bear seeing you swore true love to another man, tears are not a good look on me.” 

You scoffed. “Doubt so.” 

He smiled, biting his bottom lip. “So, have you had time to get to know more about him?.” 

The sudden question made you arch your eyebrows. “Well, he is Kang Yeosang, soon leader of the entire Kang clan, owner of half of the dirty business in South Korea, what am I missing?.” 

“I guess there’s nothing else worth knowing?.”

You look back at your now husband, pursing your lips when you find him staring directly at you. He was a few feet away but you could feel his eyes on yours, it was just a second but it sent shivers down your spine. He then immediately turned his attention to his father beside him. 

“You alright?.” Yunho asks, raising his voice lightly as you zoned out for a moment.

You shook your head, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“When are you coming back from Greece?.” Yunho knows better than to try to push an answer out of you.

“Uh, we both need to get back quickly, so a week or so.”

Yunho hummed. “Will you call me when you get back?.” He said sipping on his drink without taking his eyes from you. You shook the sensation from before and chuckled. Men were really like kids. “Please?.” he added with a pout. 

“You got balls huh? You really don’t care, I'm married to a Kang now?.” 

Yunho turned to see Yeosang, now leaning attentively, as his father spoke to him closely. “Not really, should I?.” 

“No, I don’t think so.” you turned to your husband again, not really believing he was entirely harmless. His kind laugh resonated again. Comforting, contagious, and you smiled.

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That same night you and your husband flew to Greece. You got there together, to the mansion owned by Yeosang’s father, a house big enough to fit a couple of families without a chance for them to cross paths for a few days. 

Yeosang gave you a brief tour of the mansion and said that every person there was your disposition for everything you needed. The only rule was not to get out to the city alone. He had business to attend to, of course, so after showing you around he left you and told you he would be back late that night.

He never did. So you spent the night getting familiar with the place, didn’t even bother to unpack except for your bathing suit and some toiletries as you knew you would spend all the time at the pool or sunbathing at the private beach, with your body guards close by all the time.

You got mad at first, as you too had matters to attend back home and decided to put them on pause for the trip. If he had stayed at least you could get to know him better, get an idea of who he was as a person, but he didn't show up for the next two days. 

You planned to return back to Seoul alone on a tantrum, but decided to just stay and enjoy the comfort of the mansion and the sea. Whatever the case, you needed a week of relaxation before going back to normal business. Yeosang or not, you knew people in the city and you could go out to the club or something. You had an arsenal of armed bodyguards to feel safe despite what Yeosang had warned you about.

On top of that, the thought of calling Yunho once you were back home ringed in the back of your head, so the wait was worth enduring. 

By the end of the week, after daily sunbathing and catching up with a few books, you decided it was time to have at least a night of real fun. You called a couple of friends, letting them know you were in the city and were in need for a night out. 

The night finally came, only a few minutes past nine.  Your shiniest and shortest dress is waiting for you lying on the bed. Right now in just your silk nightgown you were finishing with your makeup, when a sudden loud blast made you roll the tip of the lip gloss applicator over your cheek. Reflexes abruptly make you take out your revolver from the nightstand, walking slowly to the door paying attention to any noise. 

You glance outside through the glass windows, the garden lights illuminating the roundabout at the entrance of the mansion. There you spot the men guarding the entrance getting in an alert position, running towards the door. 

A couple of loud blasts more and you see two of them dropping on the ground. Quickly you turn the lights off and hide in the back of the room, the moonlight giving you enough vision to see if someone gets inside, your gun closer to your face pointing ahead.

Alerted, you hear steps getting closer. “Mrs. Kang, are you hurt?!”. A voice you couldn’t recognize shouted. Yeosang’s men were still pretty unfamiliar to you and this was definitely not one of your guards. 

You cautiously got closer to the door, gun still ready to shoot. “I’m fine.” you said. The handle of the door twisted as the man outside tried to get it open. “Tell me what is happening.” 

“Someone tried to get into the house, they are probably looking for you or the boss, they got the ones at the entrance.” 

You recalled one of your guards dropping on the ground a few moments back at the roundabout, and you sighed. “How many inside?.”

“A lot ma'am, we need to move quickly, please come out.” you could sense the man’s hurried tone on his voice.

“Where is my husband?.” 

The man got silent for a moment before shouting. “He’s on his way, but right now we need to take you to a safer place, they are probably after you as well.” 

Suddenly your cell phone began vibrating, it was over your bed, so you went to pick it up quickly. It was Yeosang calling. 

“Mrs. Kang?!” the man shouted.

You tapped to answer the call. “Don’t open the door. I’m close.” your husband's voice was calm and clear, you didn’t respond and he hung up.

The man kept calling you as he knocked on the door. Desperation showing with the force and pacing with each knock. You hid inside the back of the room pointing out again. After a few seconds of silence you got startled by the man kicking the door, opening it widely. You pointed at him silently, thinking the dim lights were hiding you and giving you time to have the upper hand.

“Gotcha.”

The man jumped at you, having seen your reflection by the wall mirror against where you were hiding. You shooted and missed, he took the chance to tackle you down. He roughly rolls your body facing the ground, hands at your back, gun point to your head. 

“You should have just opened.” he whispered to your ear, making you grin in disgust. 

“You better let go of me.” you glared at him, as he made you stand up and guided you to the door with so much force your arm was getting numb. 

“Or what?,” he chuckled, pressing the gun to your temple, hurting you. 

“Or I will blow your brains out”. 

Both the man and you looked up, the shape of Yeosang entering the room from the door frame, gun pointed at the latter. Two of his men behind him.

In the background, the shooting had ceased, apparently this man holding you was the last of the ones that had entered the house. 

“There’s none of your friends left here,” Yeosang said, confirming your suspicions. The man tensed against you, now practically choking you by having his arm on your neck. “Let her go. I won’t repeat myself.”

“Fuck you Kang, here’s a little message from-” 

The man’s last words were interrupted by Yeosang shooting his gun to his head, just a couple inches from your own. The loud noise made your ears ring, as the sudden force the man was applying to your neck vanished completely as he dropped dead. Blood and brain matter covered the top of your head. The cheek you had ruined with your lip gloss now covered in red. 

For a moment you groaned in disgust, falling on your knees trying to breathe normally again, soothing your neck from where the dead man was choking you.

“Get up. We need to go.” Yeosang gave you his hand and helped you up. The blood dripping down your neck made you nauseous and you couldn’t hold it any more. The last thing you saw before fainting was Yeosang’s eyes on yours, your name sounding muffled as you closed your eyes on him. 

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When you woke up, you couldn’t recognize the room you were in. It was almost the same as the room you were in before. Big glass windows that reached the ceiling, greek decor and furniture. The light coming through the white curtains blinded you for a moment. When your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look out, the Greece sea reflecting the sun rays back at it. 

Your head was spinning. Instinctively you caressed your neck. Carefully you got up towards the big vanity mirror placed in front of the bed you were laying on. No trace of blood or the rest of that ashole’s brain over you, yet remembering how it felt made you nauseous again. A few faded yellow and purple bruises painted on your neck. 

“You should go and take a proper shower.” 

Yeosang’s voice came from the door frame, where he was leaning on. He walked slowly inside the room, passing you by and looking outside through the window glass.

“Who cleaned me?.” was the first thing you asked.

“The maids.” He said calmly. “How are you feeling?.”

“My head is killing me. And now I have these ugly bruises all over my neck, definitely not the good kind.” 

Yeosang hummed, arching his eyebrows slightly. “How many times have you been in that kind of situation?.”

“A few.”

He remained silent, looking at you as you poured water into a tall glass. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, getting closer. “One of your guys from Korea told them where we were, I should have been there.” 

“What?.” 

“Jung Taein?.”

“Jung? No fucking way.” you chuckled bitterly.

“It’s my fault. You alone at the house made you an easy target.” He said ashamed, looking away. “It won’t happen again.” 

“Do you know who sent them?.” 

“Yes.”

“Would you take care of that?.”

“It’s done.” 

“Alright.” you added, finishing the water. 

“Let me know when you are ready. We are flying back to Seoul as soon as you are.” 

With that, Yeosang left the room, leaving you for the time being. 

The flight back was a silent one. Yeosang spent the whole time on the phone -yours was turned off. That was for the better. Your parents must be calling you non stop all morning. You took the chance to sleep more, since you were still a little shaken by the attack. 

As soon as you put foot at home, the whole day was turbulent. Both your mother and Chan were already waiting for you in the living room of your new mansion. They asked all kinds of questions again and again, making you dizzy. They both questioned Yeosang as well, making him swear that the guy who had planned the attack was more than dead. 

Your father showed up later that evening, and the whole thing repeated itself. He spent most of the time in Yeosang’s office, briefly asking if you were okay when he arrived. When he was ready to leave he stroked your head saying “The pig is dead, your husband took care of that himself.”

That night, laying alone in your new bed, feeling cold and anxious more than ever, you replayed the scene in your head over and over. 

“These mercenaries and their speeches, always thinking of themselves as movie villains.” Your father had said to you once when you were little. “Once they start talking, you have to shoot them.” 

As you remembered this, you felt like smiling. 

The next morning you got downstairs to have breakfast, surprisingly finding Yeosang at the table.

“Good morning.” He greets.

“Morning, oh what do we have here?.” you yawn, siting and finding a plate of pancakes and fresh fruit already served.

“You need energy.” 

“Mmh,” you giggle cutely, catching a glimpse of Yeosang's smile. He notices you noticed the gesture and he quickly goes back to his breakfast. “How are you feeling?. ' he adds, eyeing his plate.

“Way better.” you said, shoving a big piece of pancake on your mouth, “I need to get ready to go to my office.” 

Yoesang clears his throat, pensive. “I think you should lay low for a while.” 

“Isn’t the guy that attacked me dead now?.” you asked, stuffing a strawberry on your mouth as one of the maids poured orange juice on a tall glass for you.

“Yes.” Yeosang pressed his back against his chair. “But there’s other guys.” 

“What about you? Are you going to stay home as well?” your voice sounds annoyed but you don’t care. Yeosang looks briefly at you and then away. “So what should I do then? Stay hidden for the rest of the year here?.” 

“Just a few weeks, until we are sure no one else is onto us anymore.” He said standing up.

“You know, there will always be someone “onto us”.” you huff, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Let me know if you need something.” he said, giving you a nod and walking away.

“Seems like it's going to be you and me, girls.” you said to the two maids when he disappeared from the room. The women gave you a polite smile and you sigh.

That morning was the last time you saw him in almost four weeks.

Handling work stuff from the house was mad boring, and you started to feel claustrophobic. Rounded by security, you only had visits from your mom and Chan, sometimes your father or your new in-laws. The house was full of people all the time yet you felt completely alone in it. Suddenly you missed your office, your old apartment, your friends, anything but that strange house who you could barely call yours. 

But oddly and mostly, you were desperate to get laid. It was a bothersome sensation inside you, not being able to release the stress from everything that had happened within the last month from being recently married to a stranger to almost being killed on your supposed honeymoon.

So you did what you planned to do in the first place as soon as you were back, the only thing that would make you release the stress and clear your mind. 

Yunho called first, a few days after you arrived back at Seoul. The conversation was brief but he let you know he was available for whenever you wanted to see him. A month ago it seemed too recent to meet with him, but now it felt just about right. 

Finally tonight, after having spent a full month trapped inside your house, you and your friend decide to meet up.

Both knew you needed to be cautious; you are a recently married woman —and he, an engaged man. 

You decided to meet up downtown. You had an apartment there in one of the biggest hotels at the center of a prestigious but quiet district. You used it mostly to crash on when you partied regularly, so it was a familiar place to your guards. Yunho let you know he already booked one of the suits for the night, so he could just knock on your door without any trouble. 

Yeosang hadn’t called for a few nights, apparently he was attending some business in Tokyo with both your father and his. It was the perfect timing.

The night arrived and you finally went out. As you got ready in front of the mirror in the bedroom, anticipation started to build as you waited for Yunho.

You changed into a casual dress, and your favorite jewelry; a long pearl necklace that ended up in the right place at your cleavage. Hair styled in a messy bun, the best hairstyle to try when you knew it was going to end up disheveled — a trick you learned from your mother’s long sessions in front of the mirror when you were maybe too young to even understand the tip. 

You sprayed your favorite perfume on the right spots and poured a few drinks, preparing yourself to loosen up to finally enjoy a good night since you married, even if it wasn’t with your own husband. 

Midnight, and Yunho hadn’t shown up. You started to get annoyed. Sending him a couple of texts like; ‘Where the fuck are you?.’ and ‘Are you serious right now?.’ 

You were growing impatient, desperate. He had said late night but this was just too much. And why wasn’t he answering your texts?. 

You blew raspberries, lying back on the bed. Incorporating a little, you saw yourself in the tall mirror at the corner of the room. Your backless dress, makeup… you looked so good and now it was going to get to waste.

It was ridiculous that with all the power, money, a damn husband and a friend like Yunho, you were really struggling this much to get laid. 

Being almost killed —again, having your family on your neck all the time, the pressure of the business and people — had to deal with, and an absent husband you barely knew on top of that was starting to get to you for good.

Grabbing your phone ready to call Yunho, something you would never do being in your right senses, you hear a knock on your door. 

You sit on the bed automatically, fixing the wrinkles of your dress. “Fucking finally.” 

Walking towards the door, you looked through the peephole, immediately taking a few steps back. The man at the door wasn’t Yunho.

“What is he doing here?,” you muttered to yourself. 

“Are you going to open?.” Yeosang’s voice coming from outside made you come to your senses, he sounded different from the other times you two had spoken. Hesitating, you opened the door. His hair was down and parted in the middle, wavy strands falling at the sides of his ears. He was dressed casually, not in the usual business attire you have seen him in so far. 

Yeosang walked in, closing the door behind him. You looked nervously around, feeling suddenly exposed by your little outfit, and he seemingly read your mind, as he took his sweet time looking at your clothes, or the lack of them.

“What are you doing here?.” you ask, trying to sound casual. Suddenly the thought of Yunho knocking on the door any moment made your stomach turn upside down. “Weren’t you in Tokyo?.”

“I remember telling you no to go out yet, so the question is what are you doing here?.” 

You shrugged, feeling his gaze all over you. “I- was, going out…”

“If you wanted to fuck, you just had to ask,” he looked at you with a dark shine on his eyes. “I never told you you were allowed to be playing whore with other men, did I?”.

Your chest started to thump. This wasn’t the Yeosang you have known so far. He spoke harshly, but with a slight hurt pride that confused you.

“The fuck that’s supposed to mean?.” you glared back at him. “You haven’t talked to me properly since we married, you don’t even sleep at home.” you said, mimicking quoting the last word with your fingers. He glared at you too, walking towards you and hovering you against the wall. “Seriously, you won't even allow me one normal dinner and you think you have the right to tell me what to do?.” 

“I'm your husband.” he said dryly, “That should be enough.”

“A husband who hasn’t even fucked his wife once.” 

Yeosang scoffed. He looked at you with big eyes, deep brown eyes that shone differently from back when you saw them at the wedding. You were tense, that wasn’t what you wanted to reproach him for, but your brain was letting the words come out from your mouth without a second thought. “Were you waiting for that Jeong bastard to come here and fuck you? Are you that desperate?.” 

“Yes. Maybe I fucking am.” 

Just then, Yeosang tugged your chin with his hand, brushing the hem of your skirt with his fingers, slowly getting them underneath. His breath was hot and it burned against your neck. He leaned forward, brushing your throat with his lips, and then the tip of his tongue. 

“Well look at you, being all eager.” He whispered with a voice so dark you couldn’t recognize it belonged to him. 

His hand was now fully under your skirt, and his thumb brushed softly where you needed him the most. Your hips start rolling towards the contact, desperate for more friction. You pressed your lips together, restraining yourself from giving in so easily, but the truth was that you needed to be touched. Yeosang rolled his thumb over your damped spot, his gaze got cloudy, tongue resting on his bottom lip as he rubbed in circles on your clothed clit. He slides the lacy fabric to the side, gently pressing two fingers inside you. 

You let out a whimper, biting your bottom lip. Surprised at how he knows exactly how to curl his fingers upward, his fingers caress your center so sweetly, feeling as familiar as your own.

“You feel just like I imagined.” He brushes his words over your lips, kissing you softly. His tongue finally lands against yours, sending tingles all the way to your lower stomach. 

“You imagined?.” you moan against his mouth, and he slowly wraps his hand on your neck, making just the right pressure to make your closed eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Mmhh.” his voice vibrates over your lips, while he kisses you roughly and sloppily. He’s now adding a third finger deep inside you. You throw your arms at his neck and lift your leg onto his hip to give him more access. He grabs your leg with the hand that isn’t inside you, and continues fingering you with faster pace without stopping kissing you.

“Oh my god…” you cry when he begins scissoring and curling his fingers inside you. You let out a loud moan knowing you are done for and he stops kissing to see you as you come. His fingers keep going, gaze fixated on you as you shut your eyes and roll your hips making his fingers touch you even deeper. “Fuck, oh fuck!.” you whimper when he doesn’t stop and you start squirting all over his fingers. He looks down cheekily, seeing how you coat his fingers with your arousal.

Yeosang smiles, removing his fingers from inside you and making you open your mouth so you can taste yourself on them, when you finish he goes back to your lips, kissing you again. “So sweet.” he whispers, lowering your leg and helping you walk to the bed. 

He makes you lay on your back, taking your panties off and throwing them aside. He lifts the skirt of your dress and places himself between your legs. “Let me taste more of that.” He says, licking your entrance with one strip, as he starts devouring you entirely until there’s no trace of your release but the sweet sensation inside you.

“Fuck, Yeosang.” you moan, feeling the familiar knot yet again. He keeps sucking on you, your hand tugging his hair from the overstimulation. 

“Are you going to come again?.” 

“Yes!.” you cry, but whine immediately after when he stops eating you up. 

“Not like that.” He helps you get up, walking backwards as he sits on the armless chair next to your vanity, taking his belt off and opening the zipper on his jeans. He helps you sit on his lap, always looking at you as he does. Your heavy lids fall on him, admiring just how beautiful he is, and you wonder for a second if you have had a man like that before him. 

Your mind is still foggy, you feel breathless but you indulge in his instructions, glad he’s telling you what to do next. 

Yeosang guides you on top of him, and you observe patiently how he takes out his length and strokes himself a few times, making sure you look. He then tugs your dress down to expose your tits. He licks his bottom lip and goes to kiss one of them sweetly, one hand stroking himself and the other squeezing and licking your nips. You hear his quiet moans and whimpers, giving each of your breasts delicate attention. When he’s had enough, he aligns you on him and slowly pushes you until he has bottomed inside you.

“You really needed this huh?,” He chuckles darkly. “Such a tiny cunt.”

You whine at first, feeling stretched so deliciously for the first time in so long. You lean and kiss him, both your tongues tasting and savoring each other. The pearls of your necklace hang over his chest, the silver of your rings shine between his hair as you dishevel it. Yeosang squeeze and massage your nips with his palm as you take the time adjusting to his length inside you.

He stops kissing your nipple and signals you to look to the side, where you find both your reflections in the big mirror of your vanity, seeing your almost naked form sitting on his lap makes the sensation on your lower abdomen intensify. Yeosang slips your dress over your head, and you remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt hastily. 

“Show me,” his tone is low, hoarse. He cups your chin with force, so you are now looking straight at him. You flutter your eyelashes confused. “What were you planning to do with him?.” he asks, heavy lids eying your bottom lip. 

You bit your lip with force, somehow embarrassed that you already forgot you were supposed to be on top of Yunho. Yeosang smirks slightly, and even if the lights in the room are dim you catch that smile and it drives you mad how confident he is, but also makes you eager to show him. 

“Yeosang, please” you whisper breathlessly, kissing him again. A big open kiss on the mouth first, then going down to his neck, his shoulder blades. You were marking every inch of skin your lips could reach in your position. It felt as if he could suddenly evaporate if you didn’t. 

You start rolling your hips back and forth on top of him, moaning everytime the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot. Yeosang had both hands on your waist, keeping you in place as you rocked your hips at a slow but steady pace, not wanting to come too fast and just enjoy the sensation of having him buried deep inside you.

Yeosang’s whimpers quietly, but intensely. He lets a dry chuckle every time you remove yourself almost completely from him only to go down in one motion over and over. Your hands are on his hair, pulling the strands everytime the pleasure was too much.

He grabs your face and kisses you, biting your bottom lip and coating your entire mouth with his tongue, desperate to fill you connected to him in every way. He groans when you bite back, enjoying every little cry and whimper you let out. “All of this for him?,” he tugs your hair making you face him. 

“Right now I’m fucking you and you only.” you tell him, eyes falling down on you unable to keep them open. “You fill me up so well.”

Yeosang smiled cockily, going to your clit and rubbing his thumb in circles again, making you bury your head on his neck. “Like that? Is that what you wanted?.” 

“Yes!” you cried out loud, not caring at all if the guards outside could hear. His thumb and cock both send incredible sensations through your body, your release building up again ready to break out at any second. “Don’t stop please, I’m gonna-” 

You couldn't finish, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen explode inside you. Yeosang was quick to grab your hips so you stayed in place, and he helped you rock them faster, chasing his own. He looked at your reflection in the mirror. Head thrown back, nails digging on his shoulders, eyes closed and mouth full of whimpers and heavy breathing. You came and Yeosang followed right behind you, letting out the loudest moan since you started. His hands were now on your ass as you wrapped your arms around his neck, having come from your high. He bit your shoulder as he painted your walls with his load. Yeosang cursed under his breath, finally stopping until he finished inside you. 

“Yeosang,” you phanted, caressing his face and making him look at you. His eyelids were heavy, long strands of wavy black hair falling on his face, lips half open trying to catch his breath. “I needed that, fuck.” You waited until he was breathing regularly and kissed him roughly again, taking his breath away once more. 

Yeosang smiled widely and you recognized the sweet man that you married a month ago. The same soft and cute eye smile and seemingly innocent aura came back, transforming from the one that was guiding your hips as you rode him to oblivion mere seconds before.

“I've wanted to have you on top of me since I saw you at the dinner,” He said sweetly, brushing his nose against yours. “Wanted to have you cry my name and brush away that condescending look you gave me at the wedding.” 

You chuckled. “I didn’t know what to expect from you,” you paused, choosing your words carefully. “You seemed too nice for this kind of life, too pure.” 

Yeosang chuckled lightly, helping you stand up, finally removing himself from you. “Seemed?” He kissed your chin gently. “Not anymore?.” 

“Someone who fucks like this?, no way.” 

He lets out a loud laugh, hand covering his mouth. “Y/n, you should know no man is pure. Crime life or not.” 

“Yeah, I guess so.” 

You stood up from his lap, looking around for your panties on the floor, but Yeosang pulled you against him, wrapping his hands on your waist, hiding his face in the space between your shoulders and neck. He kissed the skin there and you hummed, content and relaxed feeling the warmth of his lips. 

He guided you to the bed, laying beside you and leaning over you. 

“Why didn't you want to spend time with me until now?.” you asked, his big eyes shone brightly. “I thought you were avoiding me on purpose, no one is that busy.” 

Yeosang laughed. “Oh but I am. And soon you will be too, as my wife and associate, you will have to deal with a lot.” He lowered his eyes for a second. “I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention to you, I wanted to, but after what happened in Greece I needed to make sure you were always protected.” 

“Did my father intervene?”

“I almost let his only daughter get killed mere days after our wedding, how does that make me look in front of him, of everyone?.”

You hummed but remained silent. You knew your father had already told him everything he needed to hear. “So I’ve been under surveillance all this time?.” You arch your brows, realizing that’s how he knew about your meeting with Yunho tonight. “Shit! Yunho… is he…?.” 

Yeosang chuckled again and this time it was an amused one. “He’s not dead, I still need eyes and ears close to the police,” His lips turned upwards into a mischievous smile. “But he won’t dare to come close to you with certain intentions, ever again.”

“Oh.” you said, pouting. “But he’s an excellent tennis partner though.” 

“I can be your new tennis partner, I can be everything you need me to be.” 

Yeosang kissed you softly, thumb caressing your ear. Your hands traveled over his chest, throwing a leg over his waist and you smiled on the kiss. He let out a soft “Oh” like a shy boy getting his first kiss and it made your heart incredibly warm.

“Who would thought we only needed to fuck each other dumb to break the ice huh?”. You joked, letting him keep kissing your neck and start all over again.

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[mattspoetdepartment]

Pumpkins adoption day

This is a collaboration with the incredible and insanely talented @harlowcomehome 🩷🩷🩷 thank you so much for working with me and just everything 🩷🩷

Jack had been having a tough time lately, adjusting to life back home after the whirlwind of his life the last three years.

“Baby” you kissed his shoulder blades as he softly snored beside you.

You knew he had only just fallen asleep after yet another sleepless night. Christmas was around the corner, and he had been overworking himself to get this album done, intending for a late January or early February release.

You went into the guest bathroom and got ready hoping to leave the house before he woke up for the day.

Your phone vibrating as you had finally gotten the call you’d been hoping for.

Jack had been casually mentioning how much he wanted a dog for the past couple of months, often reminiscing about his childhood pet. You had been going to an animal shelter looking for a specific breed, hoping that you’d get lucky.

You remembered how often Jack would tell you how much he loved his family dog and how he wanted the have one of his own someday. Considering how much he had been going through you thought getting him a dog now would somehow make him feel better, or ease the load.

After you had been consistently showing up at the shelter for a while, one of the girls who worked there reached out to you asking what you were looking for and putting you on a list to be called if a dog in that breed ever came in.

You were starting to give up hope until you had gotten the call this morning. Once you had finished getting ready you went into the bedroom to check if Jack was still asleep. When you saw him sleeping you kissed his head gently before quietly leaving, eager to go to the shelter first thing.

You drove down to the shelter, worried they’d place her with someone else if you didn’t hurry.

When you arrived she was up front with the staff, being passed around from arm to arm.

“Where do I sign?” You asked, holding the puppy close to you worried someone would take her away.

The employees smiled at you, printing out the necessary paperwork.

“Would you like to pick out a collar? We usually give out free ones with any adoption!”

You nodded looking through their options before picking out a silky purple one with a bow on it. You slipped it on her admiring how adorable she looked.

“Such a beautiful girl!” You cooed at her, kissing her on the curly head.

After you signed the paperwork she was officially adopted and all yours. You had carefully placed her on a pile of blankets in your passenger seat and wrapped her up in one for security.

You went to the nearest pet store to buy her all the things she needed, knowing full well you were going overboard the second you walked in.

“Your daddy is gonna love you so much,” you said, reaching your hand out to pet her head. You softly giggled noticing her and Jack had matching hairstyles.

Once you had gotten to the pet store you put her in the cart like she was a child.

You were definitely taking this mothering thing to a whole new level with her already.

“Okay, little missy what kind of bed do you want? Looks like we have a sad beige color” You looked at her and smiled when she didn’t find your antics amusing.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you girl, oh what about this pink one!” You held the bed out to her and her tail wagged so you took that as a yes.

“Pink it is! Let’s go find you some toys” Once you had picked out quite a few toys she liked you of course picked up a pink leash to go with her bed.

You also got treats, puppy food, food bowls, and puppy pads thinking you were likely all set.

When you left the store you could hardly contain your excitement.

You made it home safely leaving the bags in the car as you wrapped her in a blanket and walked inside with her.

Jack was in the kitchen making himself something to eat when he heard the door shut.

“I’m making omelets!” He shouted over the music he was currently playing.

“Babe, can you turn that down? You’re scaring her” you stifled a giggle.

“Scaring who?” He turned the music off as he questioned you. Emerging from the kitchen with a spatula in his hands.

He immediately stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes hyper-fixated on the small puppy in your arms.

“Babe” his voice cracked. “Babe, you didn’t.”

“I did” You walked toward him, trading him the puppy for the spatula he was holding.

She started licking his hands immediately, he held her up in the air above him.

“Hi pretty baby” he spoke to her in a soft baby voice that you’d never heard before.

“Is she ours?”

“Yes,” you smiled, going to the kitchen to tend to his food before it burned. You quickly plated it and turned the stove off returning to the living room where Jack was now sitting on the floor with her.

“We have to get you a bed and some food. Yes, we do” Jack spoke to her in the same tone as he booped her nose.

“I actually got all of that, it’s in the car” you smiled before sitting down beside the two of them.

Jack's eyes were glossy and filled with emotion.

“You didn’t have to do this” he whispered as he watched his new fur baby hop around your shared apartment.

“I wanted to” You leaned your head on his shoulder as he kissed the top of your head.

You both had only looked away for a moment before you realized the puppy was out of sight.

“Pumpkin?” Jack panicked the name rolling off his tongue without thinking.

Pumpkin was chewing on a pair of fresh new balance laces in the corner of the room.

“Pumpkin huh?” You giggled as you followed Jack over to her.

“Is that okay? Do you like it? We can change it” he continued rambling only making you giggle once more.

“It’s perfect. Pumpkin is perfect.”

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[bookishtheaterlover7]

a/n: Hello, my fabulous Readers! It's been a hot second since I last wrote a fic. And I can honestly say, that I've been distracted by the whole Chris Drama and Fiasco. But that doesn't mean that I haven't been writing fics. I actually have a few lined up, that are definite WIPs, so stay tuned. In the meantime, I hope y'all will enjoy this fic.

Which I'm happy to dedicate to @cutedisneygrl, Happiest Birthday to you, girl! Thank you for always lending an ear, and also happily sharing your fics with us. You're awesome, and I hope you enjoy this fic. Sorry if it's a little late.

And to @royalwriteroftheuniverse, for being one of the best friends, I could ask for on here. You're one of the best, and honestly, you both deserve the best. ❤❤❤❤❤

Yes, this will be a thing now. Some of my fics will be dedicated to my friends, family, or even the fans like me, who are writing this. 😆🥺 So, without further ado, enjoy this fic. Hopefully it isn't too cringey.

Steve Rogers x civilian!Reader

Requested: Yes

WARNINGS: None really... No mention of Y/n, Steve is a big softie, Y/n is kind of sad for most of the fic, food(?), feelings of loneliness...

Enjoy!

I'm using this gif, because it's the one with my most favorite button-up, that Steve wears in the entire MCU. Feel free to comment what's your most favorite Steve casual wear in the entire MCU.

*Y/F/C/D = Your Favorite Cold Drink

The clock continued to tic the hours away, as you laid on your bed. Trying to will it to move faster, and end the long day. Time always seemed slow during the tough days. Even longer lately, what with Steve being out on seemingly endless weeks of missions.

You really couldn’t complain, considering that that is his job. And it was all for the good of the future. Your future, together. Steve has been open about building a safe and happy future. And being able to secure it, one bad guy at a time.

You chuckle at the thought. Remembering the night Steve said those very words to you...

You had called an hour before, needing to vent. Your work day was one of the worst you’ve had in a while, and Steve, hearing the frustration, and weariness in your voice, took it upon himself to try and make it better. He arranged the pillows to frame your bed, pulled the curtains closed, put the lamp on its dimmest setting, grabbed the comfiest blankets, and made a little love nest for you two love birds.

He nervously looked over every little detail. Fluffing up the pillows, smoothing down the bed sheets, pulling at the curtains, double and triple checking everything. Luckily, you announcing your arrival, broke his intense focus.

Steve rushed off. Tripping and stumbling on his own feet, regaining balance, and taking another look around, before stumbling once more, and finally hopping down to you. Not that you were having any of it. Immediately assuming that Steve had prepared something romantically sexy. Which, in Steve’s opinion, was sweet but nothing romantically sexy about his plans.

But at Steve’s insistence, and puppy dog eyes, you were, albeit begrudgingly on your part, lead upstairs to your converted room.

“You sounded so sad on the phone earlier, I wanted to do something special. Try and make your day a little bit better.”

You smiled as tears slowly filled your eyes. Jumping into Steve’s arms, as he picks you up, and puts you on the bed, to rid you of your work clothes. Slipping you into your favorite button-up of his.

You’d stay in the love nest for hours. Snuggled into the love of your life, except for the few times, he’d get up to get food and water. Insisting that he should get them, not wanting you to get up and leave your little bubble.

Few minutes into your meal of a shared bowl of chocolate covered fruits, Steve’s phone rang. Causing him to step out, to answer it. Not coming back until a few minutes later. His expression crestfallen, but trying his best to keep up a mask of happiness so as to not drag your already down mood. Ofcouse,you knew him well.

“They’re calling you away on another mission?” You asked, after a few minutes of silence.

“Yes. But it’s a necessary evil, if I want to build our future.” Steve sighed, giving you a weary smile.

“And I do want to build it, one bad guy at a time.” He continued, taking both of your hands in his.

“Are you proposing to me right now, Rogers?” You laughed.

“Believe me, Doll. When I propose, you’ll know...” Steve smiled.

“Well, until then, I’ll take a few of your shirts. But even after you ask, you might never get them back.” You declared teasingly, grabbing a strawberry and running off, as Steve gave chase.

You sigh and get up out of bed, deciding to go down to your living room to watch a rom-com with your over-sized stuffed bear. But not before grabbing your favorite button-up shirt, that Steve left at the foot of your bed just before he drove off to the compound for his mission, a few days ago. You pressed it to your nose, inhaling the comforting scent of aftershave and wood, something that was uniquely Steve. And changed into it, buttoning up most of it, and leaving some undone.

You made your way down the stairs and into your kitchen, grabbing some leftovers stored in tupperwares, in your fridge, and preparing to heat them in your microwave. You stepped into your living room, turning on the TV. and arranging the throw pillows, blanket, and your bear, so that your couch has prime comfiness, all before the microwave dinged to signal that your dinner is warm.

You quickly grabbed it, utensils, and Y/F/C/D from the kitchen, carefully carrying them in your arms, and using your elbow to turn off the light in your kitchen. Leaving your living room lamp, and your TV as your only remaining light source. Creating some sort of ambiance that allowed for optimal comfort once you wrapped your shoulders in your blanket, placed your bear on your lap, and pressed play on your movie, before grabbing your food and settling in for the night.

A few hours later, the roar of a Harley can be heard in the distance. A bit toned down, due to Steve knowing that most, if not all of the residents of his neighborhood were soundly and safely tucked in their beds.

The mission was shorter than expected, and for that he silently thanked God. Because he was able to come home to the woman he loved sooner than anticipated, and will be able to surprise her with the best gift he could ever give her. Him.

He shut off the engine, as soon as he arrived and parked on the driveway. Removing his helmet, grabbing his things that he had strapped to the back of his motorcycle, and grabbing his keys to unlock the front door.

The first thing he noticed was the TV was on (hard not to when he noticed the dim glow coming from the living room). The one thing he didn’t expect as he was reaching for the remote was the sight of you holding your bear, the very over-sized bear that he had won for you at the Fair last month, close to you, one of your cozy blankets draped over your shoulders, and the collar of his button-up peaking from under the blanket.

He chuckled at the adorable sight, but sighed softly. Knowing you well enough, that you had a rough day, just by needing any semblance of him near, and needing every aspect of your cozy cocoon in order to feel better. He knew what was needed, and it was something he definitely needed for himself too.

And so, he put his bag and shield down to the side of the recliner to the right of the TV, out of the way, so that none of you would trip on it the next morning. Removed his leather jacket, and placed it on the arm of the couch by your feet, before kneeling down by you, to get on the proper position to be able to pick you up, and carry you bridal style. Hopefully without fully rousing you from your sleep.

You were half awake as Steve slowly made his way up the stairs, to your shared room. The blanket still wrapped around your body, essentially wrapping you up in a burrito. You felt the need to find more warmth and comfort from the solid wall of muscle that you were resting against. And so snuggled needily into it, much to Steve’s amusement.

And that is why he decided to remove his shoes, before going into bed with you a minute later. Not wanting you to spend even a minute without your human teddy bear. He could change and take a shower in the morning, he just knew you both needed the other near.

“I’ve got you, Doll... And I’m not going anywhere...”

a/n: Hope y'all enjoyed it. I'm kind of nervous uploading this, and I'm also worried that it's cringey. Love y'all, Bookies! Stay sane, especially with things coming up in the Fandom soon.

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[vodika-vibes]

Hey hey Vod'ika! I think I've finally settled on my prompt for you. It was so tough narrowing down which clone. I just love them all and your writing is amazing!

Can you do Howzer in the summer with garnet but can we put a lil spin on it and lean towards jealous/over-protective? I'm kinda thinking he maybe sees the reader interact with Crosshair and that's what drives the whole thing? You picking up what I'm putting down lol.

Thanks love!

I'm Not Jealous

Summary: You’re very secure in your relationship with Howzer, but when Crosshair joins the Clone Rebellion, you can’t help but notice that he’s a little more protective.

Pairing: Captain Howzer x GN!Reader

Word Count: 704

Prompt: Garnet - Protective Love, with a twist towards jealousy

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: The name of the game is 'how legible can I keep this story until the cold medicine kicks in'! And I think I managed it pretty well! Thank you for the request. I hope this makes you happy~

You like Crosshair.

He reminds you of a foster dog that your mom took in when you were little. Angry and scared and traumatized and so desperate for affection and attention, and yet so afraid of it too.

It is part of the reason why you’ve tried to go out of your way to be welcoming to him. And it’s not like anyone else is going out of their way to make him feel welcomed.

Sure, he was part of the Empire and did some truly horrific things, but he’s not with them now. And the path to redemption has to start somewhere, right? So why not with you?

The problem is that since you’ve started your friendship with Crosshair —it’s not really friendship, you’re essentially shaking a bag of cat treats to try and trick the tooka out from under the couch so you can bring him to the vet— Howzer has been more and more out of sorts.

In fact, he snapped at you yesterday.

Oh, sure, he apologized right after the fact. Apologized and peppered your face with bunches of little kisses and offered to make dinner as an apology. Of course you took him up on it, your Howzer is an excellent cook after all, but you’re…concerned.

Concerned enough that you beg out of the flight for the day, passing it off to your second in your stead, while you try to figure out what’s going on with Howzer.

After all, you thought that the pair of you were fine.

You look up from where you’re making a breakfast quiche, mom always swore by it when she needed dad in a good mood, as Howzer steps into the kitchen from your shared bedroom.

He looks surprised to see you, though the surprise melts into delight very quickly, “Cyare! I thought you had that transport mission to Hoth?”

“I did, I passed it over to my second.” You reply, “I thought I mentioned it.”

“If you did it wasn’t to me.” He crosses over to you, and kisses your temple, his arms sliding tightly around your waist, “Maybe you told Crosshair.” There’s something in his voice. Something tight and angry and jealous.

And there it is.

You finish pouring the egg mixture into the pie crust and slide the whole mixture into the oven, before you turn in his arms, and place your hands on his chest. “Howzer,”

“Cyare?”

“You know I love you, right?”

Something warm and soft slides across his face, “I know. I love you too.”

You reach up and press your hand against his scarred cheek, “I know you do.” You rub his cheek with your thumb, “Why are you so jealous of Crosshair, love?”

“I’m not jealous!” He blurts immediately, and then he averts his eyes, “I’m not…overly jealous.”

You smile at him, “Howzer,”

“I don’t like you talking to him.” He admits, a frown on his lips, “Why couldn’t you try and befriend Hunter instead?” That was definitely a whine.

You laugh softly, “Howzer.”

“I know I can’t force you to not be friends with him. But I really, really hate him.”

Your other hand comes up to press against his cheek, “Crosshair needs a friend. Someone like me, who’s so low stakes in the grand scheme of things that he can just be himself.” You smile at him lovingly, “But if you really don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

Howzer releases a slow breath and presses his hands over yours, “You’re a better person than me.” He mumbles, “I don’t want to stop you from making friends. Even if it’s with Crosshair.” He makes a face.

“I’m always going to come back to you at the end of the day, Howzer.” You whisper up to him. 

He flashes a small grin at you, confidence sliding across his face, “Oh. I know. That was only ever a minor concern.” He drops his head and kisses you, “After all, I highly doubt Crosshair can love you like I can.”

You grin at him, mischief dancing on your face, “And how’s that again?”

He smirks at you and twists the both of you so that he’s able to walk you backwards towards the bedroom, “Let me show you.”

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[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 2, Unspeakable - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Steve Rogers (he is not my favorite, okay?), Emotional discussions, Explosions!

Word Count: 868

Previously On...: You celebrated Bucky's new arm by watching the Hobbit movie. When you mentioned that one of your friends would let him do "unspeakable things" to their body, he immediately thought of Natasha. Why did that make you feel icky inside?

A/N: I'm posting this from a coffee shop, which makes me feel very much like a "legit" writer, when, in reality, I'm just waiting for my dog to get out of the groomer, and the coffee shop is a Dunkin' lol.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!)  @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21 @buckybarnessimpp

"I've been meaning to thank you," Steve said as he stood over your shoulder. It was about a week after your movie night with Bucky, and you and Steve were working a mission together in Eastern Latvia. He'd already cleared the facility of hostile agents, allowing you the time you needed to infiltrate the site's computer systems and copy all necessary files for extraction back to the US government’s counter-terrorism task force. It was something you'd done a hundred times before, and could probably do with your eyes closed.

"Thank me for what? We've done this dance plenty of times." Your eyes narrowed as you concentrated on the computer code, fingers moving almost too fast for your own eyes to follow. You had nearly done it- the breach was wide open, and the terrorists' files were all laid out before you. The hard part was over, now it was just a matter of copying them over securely.

"Not the mission," he clarified, clearing his throat. "I wanted to thank you for what you've done for Bucky, for being there for him. I... I know you don't like me and things between us haven't been the same since Berlin, but it means a lot to me, knowing that he can call you a friend."

You paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard, and stared blankly at the screen, not able to look at him in the moment. "I never disliked you, Steve," you began, slowly, choosing your words with care, "but you broke us. You had your reasons, I get that, and maybe, to you, they seemed like good ones, but you fractured our family instead of trying to find a way for all of us to work through it, together. The only reason we're even in this room right now is because, by some grace of God, Tony was able to put his ego aside and offer you an olive branch to come home. We might look whole on the outside, but the cracks are still there. And they're always going to be. They'll never fully heal.

"So, it's not that I don't like you anymore. It's that I can't trust you. Not right now. Because I don't know if you're going to break us again." Your voice cracked by the end, but you felt surprisingly lightened, as though a massive weight had been lifted from your shoulders, and you realized just how desperately you had needed Steve to know how his actions had affected, not just you, but the others, as well. None of you had wanted to be forced to take sides in the civil war between Iron Man and Captain America; it had felt like burning down your own house, but in the end they had left you no choice. You'd already had it out with Tony. He'd apologized in the only way a man like him knew how-- with a brand new Ferrari that you were too anxious to drive and an obscene raise to your salary, but you'd never spoken about it with Steve. He'd seemed too content to act as though nothing had changed, like he hadn’t upended your entire existence.

You heard him clear his throat above you and you looked up. He was looking away from you, his face impassive, save for a tic in jaw. You'd known him long enough to see he was working on holding back his emotions.

"That's fair," he said softly. "That's entirely valid, and fair. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I was so caught up in trying to bring back my best friend that I didn't realize I was throwing away my family." He stole a glance down at you and caught your gaze; you could see his eyes shining. "I'll do better, Pocket. I'll do better for all of us, and I’ll especially do better for you."

His words didn't heal the wounds on your heart, but they did make them hurt a little less. You flashed him a small smile of gratitude, amazed that just his acknowledgement of the pain he'd caused you could be such a soothing balm to your anger. "Thanks, Cap. I appreciate it." He smiled at your use of the nickname; you hadn't called him anything but Rogers in forever. “And, for what it's worth," you added as the computer began beeping, signaling the transfer of files was complete and your objective had been reached, "I'm grateful you brought Bucky back with you. I can't imagine not having him in my life now." You stood up and pocketed the flash drive that now contained 18 months worth of terrorist plans. "Now, what do you say we blow this fucking Popsicle stand?" You gave him a cheeky grin as you deposited a small detonator on top of the computer server.

Steve returned your smile and offered a flourished "After you" as the two of you made your way out of the facility. Once you had cleared the perimeter, he gave you the all clear, signaling you to set off the detonators. You watched together as the building imploded into a spectacular fireball. Your relationship may not have been fully cured, but it had finally begun the process of healing.

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[phyrestartr]

HOUND pt.2 | Miguel x M!Reader

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 2 W/C: 2.7k | Part 2 of 2

#NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, part 2 ends on a positive note, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, sorry there's lore lol

Note: AAAAH ok it's done and now I can struggle to finish my other fics instead asjdkf;weiafjf

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Miguel couldn’t recall what happened after that. The noises outside the door, the wet sloshing of viscera and pained outcries echoed faintly in the black corners of his mind, but nothing else. Nothing about how he got out of that room. Nothing about what had attacked him. Nothing about where you had gone. 

The mystery led him to reviewing the footage. The security cameras were set in each room, only to be accessed in times where someone was suspected to be infected and other suspicious situations. He found the moments leading up to everything, the moment you pushed him against the wall, when you started taking off the vest, when you threw Miguel into the bathroom and forced the door closed with brute strength. 

What followed was unbearable. The thing, now confirmed to have been one of your kind, rippled with overwhelming, excruciating power. You couldn’t square up with it fairly, but you were smart and fast, hitting when it really counted and pulling the trigger only when you knew it’d strike true. But the problem was its objective; the entire fight, Miguel realized, was a contest for the bathroom door. The monster didn’t care about you. You weren’t its target. It was going for him.

But it didn’t show you any mercy. It tore chunks out of you, shattered your ribs, broke whatever part of you it touched until you’d put it down for good with a full mag into its soft, melted skull. You staggered backwards, feeling behind you for the cool touch of the door before you collapsed against it, trying to stay standing despite it all. It was hard to watch. To see someone suffering and still fighting the good fight even though they’d already lost in order to win. 

You eventually crumbled and held what was left of your stomach and chest as you heaved in air. Loud sounds, like a wooden train whistle, hissed through the gaps left between your exposed ribs and the holes in your tattered lungs time after time, breath after breath, up until the EMTs arrived; you scrambled to get up, nearly spilling your guts and breaking off a leg before a tranquilizer hit you, and put you down. 

After that, you’d been carted off, and Miguel stepped out of the bathroom moments later, shaken and confused. Gabe showed up, thank God, and the thing that’d started all the bullshit was dead, but he couldn’t help the lingering tendrils of paranoia stitching the muscles taut in his shoulders. Then, and now. 

He needed to see you for himself. 

“Listen, listen, it’s suuuper nice that you suddenly have a weak spot for the guy, it’s really cute, but we haveta set you up with a different one for now–”

“What?” Miguel cut in while Lyla spun in her chair and fixed her obnoxious sunnies. “Why do–they heal. I don’t want any other–”

“Yep, yep, yep, I totally get it, but he’s reaaal messed up. He’s gonna take some time to fix ‘n heal and everything, yenno?” Lyla spun around again in a full 360 before coming back to face Miguel and point her pen at him. “If he’s too hard to fix, then they were thinking of scrapping him for parts and testing and everything.” 

Scrapped. For parts. 

“They won’t scrap him.” Miguel frowned. “He’s the best host we have. The most successful specimen the whole fucking project's made.” 

“Uh, yeah, and that's why they're gonna do their best to save him.” She tilted her head, curious. “No one wants to kill a good dog, y'know.” 

It was true. No one wanted to rid Alchemax of one who was dedicated enough to put their life in jeopardy for the sake of protecting their charge. He didn't expect you to go this far. No one did. 

–

It took weeks for you to be reinstated as Miguel's watchdog. In the interim, he was appointed a new guard, but life didn’t feel right. He supposed that bonds and trust played into the feeling more than he'd like to admit. Sure, the two of you hadn't really spoken before that day, but you'd been with each other for years. Silently learning about one another, measuring each other's capacity to be trustworthy. 

So with a new dog, Miguel felt unnerved, maybe even a bit unsteady. It had been one of them who'd snapped, after all. One of them lost their minds and went on a rampage–which was exactly what the current meeting was about. 

“No one saw it coming,” one said. “We didn't think it would happen, and that's the problem, isn't it?” 

“Weeell, things are bound to go awry here and there.” Olivia shrugged and crossed her arms. “It's part of science! I'd say this whole drama has given us some pretty good results on the extremes; one imploded and started eating people, and the other one exploded trying to save one of us.” 

“Still think we should scrap O'hara's mutt for parts,” Aaron interjected, unhelpful and annoying as ever. “Who knows when that one'll blow too, hey?” 

Miguel ignored Aaron. He wouldn’t feed into his prodding and pushing. “He's mine. I decide when he's too dangerous.”

“You sure you're not gonna be blinded by feelings, O'hara?” Aaron spat with an ugly smile. “I saw the footage. You–” 

“Oh my God, don't act like you don't try to fuck everyone else's guards,” another scientist groaned. “You're probably why one snapped.” 

Aaron's face blistered red. Miguel smirked, enjoying the show, enjoying the fact that no one was on the idiot's side. It was the apocalypse. Fucking mutants was the least of their worries. 

Stone, exasperated, called it there, and everyone dispersed. Miguel took his time with his thoughts in the silence of the room. The lack of people around him sparked a jolt of adrenaline, or maybe fear, and sent his train of thought off the rails and into something ungodly. He hated being alone these days. He couldn't bear the thought of being the last man standing, of having to fend for himself after everything. Not that he would have to, no, not unless your replacement did him in, or–

“Sir?” 

Miguel turned and nearly knocked his chair off its wheels. He clutched the desk in a panic just before his eyes landed on you. 

You looked different. Streaks of faint scars painted the side of your face where an eyepatch hid away whatever wreckage laid beneath. A metal brace hugged one of your knees and dripped down into a glittering, high-tech prosthetic limb that told a story Miguel didn't want to indulge in. And you looked tired. So tired. Your voice, once something rough like sandpaper, now sounded like shattered glass grinding underfoot.

But you still had that placid, somewhat judgemental stare that told him, I'm alright.

Your brows raised expectantly, like your return didn't need to be celebrated and you'd much rather like to get on with your day of following Miguel around like a lost puppy. He could relate, and he could comply. 

–

Acting normal until getting you into his new quarters was tough; Miguel had the inexplicable urge to touch you, see your skin, feel your heat singe his palms, but he wouldn't do it in the eye of the others, no. Not for his own decency, but because they didn't deserve it. You were all his. 

Miguel was sure to lock the doors and initiate an armoured lockdown to ease his paranoia before he turned to you with a demand on his tongue: “Strip.” 

You quirked a brow. “This didn't go so well last time.” But you complied, clearly trying to hide away your amusement.

“It's fine. We're fine.” He helped you pull the vest and the shirt off just like he did all those weeks ago, but now with more finesse and determination; he wanted his do-over, and he was going to get it. “I need to see for myself.” 

“Whatever.” You rolled your shoulders once your bare skin hit the air and prickled with goosebumps. Even the lifeless spots with angry reddened scars recoiled from the sharp nip, and then the heat of Miguel's touch.

He dragged his gaze all over you, drinking in the ruined expanses of skin with hungry eyes. Every new mark was examined, every stitch and bandage touched and committed to memory, every bruise earned the softest graze of fingertips. It was hard not to be enticed with one another in that tense, long silence. 

Miguel's eyes lingered on your split lip before meeting your eyes, reading whatever he could from you. But he didn't expect what you said. 

“You get hurt?” You grumbled. 

Miguel shook his head lightly, his attention unwavering as his hands made themselves useful and plucked loose the buttons on your cargos again. “I'm fine.” He pulled the zipper down next. The muscles of your abdomen rippled against the palm keeping you still. “Sore from you throwing me, but fine.” 

The corner of your mouth twitched. “If you'd listened and moved–” your next words dissolved against the brutish lips colliding with yours. Miguel's hands slipped further below and palmed your soft cock through the thin material of your undergarments; apparently you weren't surprised by the candid dick grab, but the kiss of all things threw you for a loop. Miguel moved to leaving marks along your neck while your brain scrambled to make sense of the random affection. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You breathed, unsure of where to touch or what to do with your hands.

“Picking up where we left off.” Miguel squeezed your filling bulge again, eagerly massaging you in encouragement to get things going. His ego swelled when your hand found his shoulder after a particularly weak spot was found.

“Hah. I shouldn't be–” 

“You'll manage,” he insisted, watching you like prey trying to woo its predator. “You probably haven't been touched like this in a while, si, guapo?” Your hips jolted against his hand while his husky voice drew you in. “Bed. Now.” 

You didn't have much of a choice, not when Miguel's needy hands guided you to the soft sheets and forced you to lay down. You were just in the middle of a sore groan when Miguel pulled your waistband down just enough to free your hardened cock, and give you a fierce dose of whiplash between the pain of healing wounds and the bliss of hands on you.

For all of Miguel’s want, now that he was this far, he wasn’t sure where to take it. He was going to make you cum, obviously, but how would he go about it? Handjob, blowjob, actually taking it up the ass? Some were obviously more impactful than others, so–

“Christ, alright, now that you’ve played with my dick, we can put it away for today, Doc,” you grouched, sitting up to pull Miguel’s hand away. “I’m too tired for this shit.”

“Wh–no.” He swatted your hand away like a petulant child and shot you an equally childish glare. “You have to obey my orders, as far as I recall.”

Something akin to a deadpan hit your face. “You’re fucking joking. You’re gonna pull that shit now?”

“You’re my subordinate,” Miguel reminded, not bothering to hide his smug demeanor and faux innocence. “Act like it.” 

Before you could bitch back, he started stroking you firmly and slowly, squeezing harder near the tip and base with every motion. You stopped complaining surprisingly fast–Miguel almost wanted you to fight him more, but, maybe for a first run, your utter compliance would serve him. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold you down or fend off your grabby hands while, at the same time, trying to get a handle on how to properly please another man. 

Just when you sounded like you were about to object again, he took you into his mouth, and shut you up. At that moment, Miguel was glad you were touch-starved. Otherwise, the inexperienced gags and hefty strings of saliva connecting his lush lips to your throbbing length would’ve surely shortened Miguel’s lifespan. He was supposed to be good in bed. He was good in bed. And he’d make damn sure to continue being good in bed with another man. 

Your hand fisting in his well-kempt hair had him growling with warning, thinking you were going to try to make him stop, but one glance up at you through teary lashes washed that thought away; your eyes were shut, bottom lip caught between your lip and welling with the faintest bit of blood from those elongated canines of yours. A kinder shade of crimson painted your cheeks and the bridge of your nose a sweet summer colour that seemed to darken more when Miguel bravely slipped you down his throat and up again. 

“Shit. Fuck. Shit.” You let go of his hair with a pathetic whimper and collapsed onto your back, hands reaching back to claw into the wall and headboard to try and expel your rattling energy someway, somehow. The grating of metal and long, deep marks left in your claws’ wake would piss Miguel off any other day, but right now, your destructive praise fed his ego until it threatened to burst. 

But a slight shift from the scientist and a misplaced hand on the convergence of flesh and metal shook up the easy rhythm. You hissed and sat up, reflexively snatching his hand away from your leg with barbed fingers. Miguel pulled off of you with a choked yelp rattling in his throat as your hold drew blood, and like a dog who'd bit another too hard, you let go. 

“Shit, I didn't mean to–” you stopped yourself, though, and instead took Miguel's hand with a less-lethal touch. You looked at the wound before leaning down and running the flat of your tongue against the wound once, twice, thrice. The pain subsided quickly after, leaving behind a tingly, sparking feeling. “Doesn’t look too bad.” Miguel watched your nostrils flare and pupils dilate–clearly, his blood was having an effect on you. And that fact was having an effect on Miguel, in turn. 

The apology for hurting you was long forgotten by the time Miguel leaned up and kissed you, holding the side of your face with his wounded hand. He pushed hard against the tip of your fang until spongy flesh gave way, and the vile tang of blood pooled in his mouth, and now in yours. 

You moaned, or maybe growled, and Miguel’s hips jerked. He worked on slipping his weeping tongue around your mouth while his good hand continued his work on your stiffy, eager to finish you off while you were distracted. Your hands clutched at him again, claws still nipping into his skin and clothes, but more like a cat kneading its owner rather than a lion latching onto prey. 

But those barbs sunk deep into him when you came. Your hold on him tightened, and the low growls reverberating through your body crescendoed into a few, cherished moans when your lips left his as rapture hit you. Miguel spared a look down at the mess you’d made, but too quickly his gaze returned to the bobs of your Adam’s apple, the muscles pulsing and tensing in the aftershocks, the sheen of red coating your cracked lips. It was enough to make him come undone, untouched by you, only fulfilled by the rub of cotton on his hardened cock.

And of course, you noticed it right away. Ugh. “You’re a freak,” you scoffed out between breaths. “Fucking–cumming from, what? Getting your pet off?” 

Miguel rolled his eyes to betray his embarrassment, and squeezed you hard at the base to pull one last mean, choked groan out of you. “Callate. You could try being grateful, hm?”

“Don’t think that’s in my programming.” You leaned back and looked down at the mess. “Who’s gonna clean this up, Doc?” You prodded looking up at him through your lashes. 

Miguel’s intrigue piqued. “Here I thought you were too tired,” he mocked. 

“Might change your mind tomorrow. Oughta cash in while I can.” 

“Hm.” Miguel let go and leaned back, shaky fingers working on his own clothes. “Guess I can give you another treat.”

But, as fate would have it, one more go of it turned into five, and left him half-alive come the morning.

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[leslovesfatties]

Pt. 2: first flight

BHM/FFA fiction. I like a slow burn, in case you couldn’t tell.

Leslie

“Oh fuck,” he muttered.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t believe I forgot again. I need a seatbelt extender.” He noticed after I’d fastened mine.

“I got it,” I unbuckled the latch and stood before he could protest.

“Excuse me,” I shuffled past the middle aged woman and asked a flight attendant for one. She looked confused and I explained it was for my friend. I noticed her start to follow me so I mentioned “oh, he knows how to attach it. You don’t have to show us.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s our policy. I have to make sure it’s secure.”

I tense up knowing that he’ll likely be embarrassed, but at least I’m here this time.

His eyes darted from me to the flight attendant and I squeezed myself close to him, handing him the extender.

The flight attendant plastered on a smile while explaining how to attach it. Before she finished her sentence, Ian already had it attached.

“Ma’am? Ma’am! Before you go,” the older woman caught her. “Is it safe to fly with…passengers this overweight?” My blood began to boil and I put my hand on Ian’s leg.

The attendant smiled. “He’s perfectly fine, thanks for your concern.” At least she was good about it. “Well, can you move my seat to an available one?” The haggard woman tried shooting him a dirty look and I willed my eyes to burn a hole into her skull.

“You’re not even next to him,” I spewed. Ian’s face was pale and he didn’t say a word. I placed my hand in his and he squeezed as if to say he was okay.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but our flight is entirely booked. Have a nice flight.”

There we sat, hand in hand, his heart probably racing from embarrassment, and mine from rage. But neither one of us let go. My hands were clammy from my heart rate skyrocketing but I didn’t want to let go.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Do things like that happen a lot?”

“More often than I’d like. This is my first time flying in two years,” he confessed.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It is what it is.” He replied matter of factly.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” He noticed my exasperation and he tried to cheer me up, but that last sentence wasn’t very reassuring.

“I always thought the movies exaggerated that sort of thing. Like, people can’t be that rude, can they?”

“You’d be surprised.” He scoffed.

We continued getting to know each other. He has two dogs, Macy and Dill (named after the pickle), works in software, and has an older brother and younger sister. He’s been bigger his whole life but recently “let it get out of control,” in his words.

“Will you take me to one?” I asked after he’d explained he had season tickets for hockey.

“Take you to a game?”

“Yeah! I want to see you again.” Even I surprised myself with my boldness.

“You do?” He tried making eye contact but I looked down to play with the strings on his hoodie.

“Yeah, I mean…I don’t know? Do you?”

“Of…of course.” I breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to see him smiling. I wrapped my arm around his middle, feeling his belly gently shake and sway with the turbulence. It was pure ecstasy.

“I want to see you before my trip ends.”

“I can make that happen. Where are you staying?”

“With my friend. If I tell her about you she’ll think I’m crazy,” I laughed to myself.

“I know. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He sounded giddy which made me smile.

“We have to see each other again.” He stated.

“Yes. Let’s plan it! Right now.”

“Okay,” he let out a chuckle at my excitement.

There he was, sitting at the bar with what I guessed to be an old fashioned in hand. He was impossible to miss. Biggest in the room by far. He looked around for me and back at his phone.

“Hey big guy,” I tried to maintain my composure but my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. He swung around so fast.

“Hey!” He stood up to hug me properly. I’m pretty sure I saw stars.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” He yelled over the live music and I nodded eagerly.

“Me either!”

“Here,” he offered me his seat and called the bartender over. “Put it on my tab.” I smiled up at him, still in disbelief he was right here. I placed my hand on his side and he smiled.

“Oh my god, I missed you.” His words were like velvet.

“I missed you too,” I breathed. It was just as amazing as seeing him for the first time. He was just so big. He took up so much space, and damn if he didn’t look good tonight. Navy blue button down with the sleeves rolled up, khakis, and matching blue vans. His hair was slicked back but pieces fell in front of his face. He belonged on a cover of a big and tall magazine…are those a thing?

“You look amazing,” his breath was hot on my neck, leaning close to make sure he was heard over the music.

“Thank you. I was just thinking the same about you.” The lights were dim over the bar but I bet he blushed.

He placed his hand over the small of my back. “Wanna go outside? It’s a little quieter.

“Sure,” I nodded in agreement.

We found benches which were perfect.

“Cheers,” I initiated and we clinked glasses. “I’m still so nervous,” I confessed.

“You?! No, no, no.” He shook his head. “The gorgeous and fit one doesn’t get to be nervous,” he joked and it was my turn to blush. He put his arm around the back of my side of the bench and I used it as an excuse to scoot closer to him, our thighs barely touching.

“God, I feel like I look even bigger next to you.”

I marveled at it. He was massive. He took up so much real estate on the bench. Four people fit on the one across from us, but there was just enough room for the both of us on our side. It was a dizzyingly hot realization. His thigh was bigger than both of mine put together, and his belly hung low enough to force his legs apart. He leaned back and his belly splayed out in front of him, spilling over the waistband of his pants and sat prominently in his lap. From the front, there was no telling whether he had a belt on or not, but from the side, you could see a small sliver of brown which matched his brown leather watch on his thick wrist. His fat love handles squished out above his belt and went around his back. I’d wished he’d worn a lighter color so I could see and appreciate the curves, rolls, and slopes of his fat more.

“What?” He asked as my eyes lingered on his body for too long.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

I leaned in to whisper “you look so good.” He scoffed. “You mean fat?” I felt my face flush immediately and he let out a true laugh.

“Really? That’s all it takes?”

I felt shy now and didn’t know what to say.

“It’s okay. I looked it up.” He what?

“You what?”

“Oh, I um, since you said you like bigger guys…I - I looked it up.” He started, waiting for some type of response. I nodded, silently urging him to continue.

“Well, I looked it up and-“ he hesitated. “Well, there’s a lot of stuff out there.” I nodded again, encouraging him. “There’s a Wikipedia page on fat fetishism. Is that, that’s a thing. Is it one of your…things?” Again, I nodded furtively. “You get off on fat guys?” He whispered. I almost laughed at how he worded it, but it was true.

“More or less, yes.” He paused to consider.

“Do you have a limit?”

“No, not really. As long as you’re mobile and active enough.”

“Am I…your type?”

“Are you kidding?! To a TEE!” He smiled broadly, cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Do you want to know how much I weigh?” I nodded, words escaping me.

“Too bad,” he deadpanned and I swatted his arm.

“That was mean, you tease!”

“I’m kidding!” He put his hands up defensively. “Last time I checked…” he glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot. “Four hundred fifteen.” I gulped. Fuck. Something about not knowing the exact number makes it even hotter. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” He said almost to himself.

I discreetly grabbed his side where his fat rolls over his waistband “oh my god,” was all I could muster.

“And I checked a while ago. I’m probably bigger now.” He said it so nonchalantly I genuinely don’t think he was trying to turn me on. He’s so preciously naïve and new to this.

“Oh my god. That’s so hot.”

“I can’t believe you think so.”

We were definitely a sight. My petite, athletic frame next to his obese body. I loved it. We sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

“Baby…” he whispered and I felt a wave of emotion wash over me.

“Baby” I leaned into him and we just sat there together. It felt right. His arm around me, my small frame settling into him. It felt like the thing I’d been missing had clicked into place. We held each other like this for a little while. His whiskey soaked breath soaking into my hair as I leaned against him. His large, pudgy fingers drawing figure eights on my arm. I draped my arm over his middle, still shocked at the size. My friend texted me:

I snuck in to snoop and make sure u were ok. You both look so happy. Text me when ur done. ily.

I smiled and showed Ian. “That’s a good friend. And I’m glad she thinks we look cute.”

“She said happy.” I teased.

“Same thing.”

“So I was thinking…” he started, ready to gauge my expression.

“Hmm?”

He shifted in his seat. “Quite frankly, I’m not ready for tonight to end. Maybe we get a hotel?”

I glanced up to make sure he wasn’t kidding, but his tone was serious. Butterflies started swarming my stomach.

“Really?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” I pondered it. I could share my location with my friend and I wouldn’t be at his house; I’d be somewhere more public. “You don’t have to answer right now,” he assured.

We continued talking and laughing, and as it got later, the more I dreaded leaving. We looked up available hotels and I called my friend to let her know.

“Is this really happening?” I ask. I feel like I’m still dreaming as we close out our tab.

“I can’t believe it either.” The bar is busier the later it gets and I’m standing in front of him, his belly slightly pressing into my back. It feels heavenly. I turn to face him while we wait for the check and he steps back slightly. I must’ve frowned because he asked what was wrong.

“Come here.” I reached for him and he chuckled, stepping forward just enough so his belly barely touched me.

“Sorry, I’m still not used to that.”

I felt like the only two people in that bar, despite conversations tumbling around us and bar orders being barked. I put my hands gently on his sides and he drew me into his arms.

“Hey” he whispered.

“Hey,” I looked up, mesmerized. A few seconds (that felt much, much longer) later, he tilted my chin up and his thumb caressed my cheek. I leaned into it like a dog being scratched and placed my hand over his.

“You’re so beautiful.” Now bashful, I looked away. When I looked up, he held my gaze.

Two people left and offered us their seats, which Ian was happy to take to get off his feet. I placed my hand on his thigh and he stopped bouncing it.

“Sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry.” He smiled.

The stools were so close to each other considering two average sized people were previously on them. His huge leg touched mine and I leaned in slightly closer. He moved so he was facing me and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. This is it, I willed it to be. The next moment, his hand gingerly crept up the back of my neck and cradling my head, he drew me to his lips. Our lips found each other’s and I saw stars. It was a soft, furtive, meaningful kiss. Alcohol lingered on our breath as we stopped, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing. Tender, yet electrifying. It was a kiss that shut the world off as if we were the only two in the room.

We both sat there smiling like two kids sharing a first kiss.

He thanked the bartender and left a considerable tip, and with that, we left hand in hand. He opened the car door for me like a perfect gentleman and heavily plopped himself into the drivers seat, his belly just grazing the wheel. Once we’re buckled in he leans over to kiss my cheek.

“God, I’m so happy,” he sighs. My mouth immediately curls into a smile in return.

“Me too.” I still can’t believe this is real.

He puts directions in for the hotel and pauses.

“Should we - should we stop at McDonald’s first or something? I don’t really know how this works.”

“How what works?”

“Oh, um,” he licked his lips, struggling to elaborate. “You know, since you like…do you like…?” And it clicked. He was doing this for me.

“Oh, oh! Um, well I’ve never actually been with a bigger guy before.”

“You what?” He asked incredulously.

“Yeah, well, it’s hard finding guys who are my type.” And he laughed.

“Wait really? This is your first time ever?” He emphasized “ever,” clearly still having a hard time believing me.

“I mean, with a big guy, yeah.”

“Are - are you sure…do you think you’ll like it?”

“Of course!” I practically yelled. “But I don’t know what I’m doing, either.” I confessed and we both couldn’t help but laugh.

“I want to make your fantasies come true.” He looked at me seriously. I didn’t know what to say. He was serious; I could tell.

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to do?” I could feel my face flush. He was willing to try, despite not sharing this kink. I took a second to gather my composure. My gaze found his belly.

“Can I…?” I watched him for a reaction as I slowly reached over, placing my hand on his belly. He didn’t respond so I kept going. I gently tugged at the fabric of his shirt to expose his belly, but it was stuck under his overhang. He helped pull it so his pale belly was slightly exposed.

“This?” I nodded, my hand rewarded with soft flesh.

“Wow,” I murmured to myself. He looked around to make sure no one was leaving the bar as his belly was on full display now. I gently began pressing my fingers into the soft adipose, still gauging his reaction. He still gripped the sides of his shirt in hand in case he quickly needed to cover back up.

“This is so hot.” He stifled a laugh.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“McDonald’s?” I asked, and he smirked.

Ian

I sped out of the parking lot, Leslie’s hand grabbing a handful of my stomach, or belly, as she affectionally calls it. I pull up to the McDonalds window and ask Leslie what I should get.

“Oh, I get to choose?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Just a moment,” he relays through the speaker.

Leslie scans the menu meticulously and whispers “do you like nuggets or burgers?”

“Both.” She smiled coyly at my response.

“Okay…Big Mac meal. A quarter pounder. Hmm. Nuggets.”

“How many?” I cut her off.

“Twenty? Is that a lot?” I smiled. She had no idea how much I could eat.

“Sure.”

“An extra order of fries. Large. Oh, and a milkshake or something…large.”

“Is that all, baby?” I watched her cheeks turn a light shade of crimson.

“I can eat more,” I pressed. She nodded, unable to speak.

“Uh, do you like chicken?” I nodded.

“A McChicken and another cheeseburger. Double cheeseburger. Double cheeseburger meal.”

I obliged and ordered everything she’d asked me to. I was nervous but excited to see her reaction. They handed me two bags filled to the brim and handed me two large cokes and a large chocolate shake. I just about drove away when they handed me another bag just for the fries.

“Jesus,” I mumbled under my breath.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Leslie purred.

“Oh, I bet you do,” I retorted.

On our way to the hotel, Leslie pulled out the bag with the fries. “You don’t want them to get cold,” she held a few towards my mouth and I opened willingly.

“Oh God, that’s good.” I didn’t mean to turn her on, but she looked at me almost as hungrily as I looked at the fries. She continued feeding me until we parked at the hotel.

My heart started banging in my chest, realizing this was actually about to happen. We didn’t have any bags besides the McDonalds ones. Were we just supposed to bring them in?

“Um, I guess I’ll check in if you want to wait in the car and we’ll bring the food in after?” I tried devising a plan, and she nodded in agreement.

“Cool. Be right back.”

Nervously, I fumbled for my ID and credit card and handed it to the front desk clerk. He handed me the cards and I met Leslie at the car which smelled of greasy fast food.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You ready?” I opened the car door for her and she handed me the bags stained with grease marks.

“Ready.” My free hand held hers and my other arm bear hugged the food. We ushered past the front desk and the energy was electric. Once inside the elevator, Leslie pressed her arm around my middle and I kissed the top of her head. I almost dropped the keycard in my excitement trying to open the door. Leslie flicked on the lights with her free hand and I let go of her other hand to set the food down on the desk.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey,” I returned, heart racing. I gently grabbed her waist and she tried wrapping her arms around me, getting nowhere close.

“Your food’s going to get cold.”

“Right.” I sat down at the desk chair, the metal creaking under my weight.

“So, how do we do this?” I asked innocently.

“I don’t know,” Leslie admitted, chuckling.

“Come here,” I outstretched my arms for her to sit on my lap. There was hardly any room with my belly overflowing onto my lap, but she sat daintily to the side on one of my thighs and placed her hand on my belly.

“Do you want to…feed me?” I asked timidly. She nodded, reaching for a bag. Unsure, she unwrapped the double cheeseburger and held it to my lips. Our eyes carefully watched each others’ reactions.

“Oh, that’s so good,” my words muffled by the mouthful. I opened my mouth after I’d finished the first bite and she delicately brought the burger back to my lips. Methodically, I chewed and swallowed, still trying to gauge her reaction. She gently placed her free hand on the side of my belly and I placed my hand on top of hers, letting her know it was okay.

“Would you be more comfortable on the couch?” She suggested.

“Sure,” I heaved myself out of the chair and followed her lead. The couch was much more comfortable, and she straddled me this time.

“Oh, hey.”

“Hi,” she barely squeaked, burger in hand. I opened my mouth again and took a bigger bite.

“Is this okay for you?” She asked. I nodded, mouth too full to speak.

She began rubbing my belly, then gently squeezing my love handle which spilled over my waistband. I’d never been touched like this before. My body sought after, craved, a sensual morsel ready to be devoured.

“Can you…unbutton your shirt?”

“Oh” I was caught off guard. “Sure.” She put the burger down and moved to the chair across from me, eagerly watching. I started at the top, pudgy fingers struggling to unbutton it.

“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath. I looked up and she was still intently watching.

First one, then the second, finally the third. My eyes carefully watching hers, glued to each button. My chest was out on full display and my heart rate quickened with each button I undid, hoping this is was what she had hoped for. I finally reached the last button and my belly pooled into my lap, well over my waistband.

“So, yeah…” I didn’t know what to say. Her eyes scoured over me, taking in everything. Suddenly, my face went hot and I felt self conscious. My body had never been scrutinized like this before.

“Oh my god,” she said to herself. “You’re perfect.” I’m sure my heart skipped a beat in that moment. She stood up and knelt on the floor between my legs, softly scratching my belly with her nails. I was frozen. Normally I’d try to suck in or pull my shirt together, but I was stunned. Her nails traversed over my body and she opened my shirt a little wider. I sat up off of the back of the couch so she could more easily manipulate the fabric.

“Is this okay?” I felt nauseous for a second.

“You’re fucking perfect.” She pried her eyes off of my body to look me in the eye. “This is amazing,” she sounded awestruck and I couldn’t move, could barely breathe. “Your body is perfect.” Her nails dug into my fat sides and I winced.

“Sorry,” she pulled her hands away and I put them back.

“It’s okay.”

Leslie

I felt like I was going to pass out. How long was I holding my breath for? Oh my god. This can’t be happening. This isn’t real. I don’t want to wake up. But he’s here, in front of me, shirt wide open, flabby belly on display. Utter perfection. Evidently my brain had stopped working, but my hands hadn’t. The sensation of his fat under my my hands was enough to push me over the fucking edge. No amount of daydreaming could have prepared me for the sensation of soft fat squished between my fingers.

“Are you okay?” He looked flushed.

“Yes,” he managed.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I - I want you to touch me.”

I obliged, happily. It was slow, intense, uncertain, and briefly nerve-racking. Each of us trying desperately to read the other.

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“That I can’t believe this is happening,” he replied. Yeah, me either.

A smile crept onto my lips and I maintained eye contact as my lips descended to his belly. Pure ecstasy. My lips were met with the softest, doughiest, most sinfully pleasant feeling. I pressed in hard, kissing his belly with fervor. His breath hitched and I shot up.

“Is that okay? I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,” he sounded like he just caught his breath. “I like it.” He guided my lips back to his belly. I couldn’t stop adorning it with kisses, pressing my lips into the fattest parts, feeling his fat bounce back. My hands instinctively found his love handles and squeezed, willing his body closer to my lips. I wanted all of him. He pressed my face in further, soft moans escaping now and then, making me even more ravenous for him.

“Take off your shirt.” I commanded when I came up for air. Without hesitation, he shrugged it off and grabbed me, pulling me on top of him, hesitation out the window. He kissed me hard and we were both breathless, moaning quietly into each other’s mouths. His hands crept up and unhooked my bra as my hands lifted his overhang and squeezed mercilessly.

“God, you’re so fucking fat.”

“You fucking love it.” I moaned in response. In my stupor, I started grinding onto his belly and he pulled me in as if trying to get me closer. He picked me up and threw me onto the bed with ease. I scooted up to give him ample room and reached for him, his belly hanging over me. The bed creaked and groaned in protest of his weight which only turned me on more. “God, yes,” I was a breathless mess. He struggled to hold his own weight up over me and he began sweating, his breathing almost a wheeze. I doubt he’s exerted himself like this in a long time.

“I can’t…hold myself up like this…for long,” he struggled.

“Crush me.”

“What?” He paused.

“Crush me. I want to feel your weight on me.”

“Baby…that, that might hurt.”

“Please,” I arched my back, trying to force my body into his more and clawed into his back. He scoffed.

“You’re not that strong, baby.” He teased. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please, I’m begging you.” He got up from all fours and sat up, looming over me. His pants were still on and stretched dangerously in this position.

“Okay…but tap me or something if it’s too much.” I nodded, silently promising.

He slowly eased himself on top of me and I saw stars from a combination of his weight and from being so hopelessly turned on. He quickly came back up.

“Was that okay?” I gasped, filling my lungs with the air he’d squeezed out.

“Amazing,” I was surprised I could even speak, my hands again reaching for his fat back, squeezing his fat love handles and attempting to push him on top of me again. He rolled onto his side, more like collapsed, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“Sorry,” he breathed. “I’m so out of shape.” Again, I was voracious for him. I practically lunged for his fat. Laying on his side, his belly spilled out onto the mattress and covered my leg.

“That’s so hot,” I bit my lip, unable to contain myself. I grabbed his fat roll just below his moobs and squeezed it, his eyes searching mine to make sure it was still okay. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. Every inch of fat begged to be touched, prodded, squeezed, appreciated, reveled…and there were so many inches. I squished my slim body against his as we laid facing each other, the sensation of his soft, warm fat against my toned body driving me absolutely insane. We were feral. When he’d finally have enough strengths to buck his hips, his fat belly rippled and jiggled into me. He tried desperately to hump me but his giant belly was in the way. He kept trying and it added to my desperation for him. Lying on my side, I cupped his belly and forced it onto my clit. We were both so ravenous we hadn’t even finished taking off our clothes. I sat up and quickly tore off my jeans and shirt. He, on the other hand, took a bit longer. Sitting up, his belly covered his pants and he lifted his belly with one hand, searching blindly for his belt with the other. Immediately, I came to the rescue. He lifted his belly while I yanked his belt and finally managed to undo it.

“Fuck, come on,” he was getting impatient, but I was relishing in it.

“So fat you can’t even take off your pants without help.” His brows furrowed with concentration as he felt for the button. His pants must’ve been tight because once the button was undone, the zipper instantly unzipped.

He spat on his finger and instinctively pulled my thong to the side.

“I just want your body,” I moved his hand away and he nodded.

“You’re that obsessed with my body, huh?” He teased. “Gonna cum from my fat?” I nodded madly. “Do it, then,” he challenged, lying down on the bed. I climbed on top and straddled him, shocked at how far my legs had to spread to allow for his massive body to fit in between.

“So fucking fat,” I moaned, gripping his fat moobs as I bucked my hips on his belly overflowing with fat. Somehow he was still sweating despite me being on top. His hands gripped my hips and pushed me further into his belly, urging me to cum.

“That’s…right…baby,” he was utterly breathless, fat swaying and jiggling mercilessly as I rocked my hips on him. “Use my fat body to make yourself cum.” It came out almost as if it was one word, too much exertion being used up for more important things, like shaking his fat body.

I bit down on his fat roll to silence my orgasm, squeezing his fat love handles mercilessly.

“Oh my GOD.” We were both panting and my legs shook as I rolled off and beside him. “Such a good fatty,” I breathed into the mattress.

“Oh my god,” his chest rose and fell dramatically and he rolled over onto his side, fat belly pooling over me. I couldn’t help but laugh. Holy shit. That just happened.

He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“I can’t believe you just came on my belly.”

My cheeks reddened. “Me either.”

He held me for a moment and I whispered “your turn,” to which he propped himself up.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, but you have to finish eating.”

He looked at me deviously and placed my hand over his belly. “Only if you feed it to me.”

#ffa #female fat admirer #fat admirer #female feeder #feedist #weight gain encourager #intentional weight gain #fat love #weight gain story #feedist fiction #feedist confessions

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Predator and Prey: Final - Chapter Nine

Pairing: Tommy Cahill x Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors do not interact, Slow Burn, War Inaccuracies, Lots of Swearing, Mention of PTSD but barely, Stalking, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Kidnapping, Drugging, Mentions of Pregnancy.

Summary: You and Tommy start a new life together.

Short Chapter

- Chapter Eight Here -

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Three days had passed before the drugs finally cleared from your system, even after doctors administered activated charcoal and other medicines to help. The doctors had told Tommy you were lucky he found you so quickly, as you had been given a near fatal dose.

You finally began to stir, and Tommy immediately rushed to your side.

“Hey, hey.. take it easy.” He said gently, pushing you back down and stroking your hair.

You were confused, the last thing you remembered was being in your kitchen, and then you felt a sharp pinch in your neck and suddenly you were waking up in the hospital. Tommy filled you in on what had happened, and you cried. You couldn’t believe this had all been because you were stupid enough to trust someone like Chloe, and with your precious dog of all things. Tommy held you until you calmed down, and assured you everything was going to be ok.

You lay back down and looked up at Tommy, you were so grateful for him, for everything he’d done, and for finding and saving you. You were thankful for Sam and Mike too, and made a mental note to thank them when you saw them next.

You stroked Tommys cheek and gently pulled him down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle but filled with affection, and Tommy melted into you having been starved of this for 3 days, thinking the whole time he may lose you.

“I need to tell you something.” Tommy mumbled into your lips as he pulled away slightly.

“What is it?” You whispered, dizzy from the kiss, or the remnants of being drugged, you weren’t sure.

“I know it’s probably too soon to say this, but I wouldn’t be saying it if I wasn’t really fucking sure I meant it… but baby, I’m in love with you. I knew it before this all happened but now I’m so sure it hurts. I thought I was gonna lose you before I could tell you and that scared me. Like a lot… I don’t ever wanna know the feeling of being without you. If you’ll have me, and I’m not just a hot piece of ass to you-“ he stopped and chuckled, “then it’s me and you, kid. I don’t want anyone else.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and tears slipped from your eyes as you grinned up at him. “Oh you are so the soppy one in this relationship.” You laughed, pulling him back down for a kiss. “I love you Tommy Cahill.” You mumbled into his lips, and you felt Tommy smile into the kiss as he pulled the white curtain closed around your hospital bed.

A month later, you and Tommy packed up his truck with everything you needed, with Jet securely in the back seat, and you set off.

You both decided a fresh start was needed. You sold your store, books and all, to an elderly couple looking to put their retirement to good use, and found a leafy little town about 2 hours West that looked like it had potential. You’d put a deposit on a house with a nice big back yard, backing up on vast green woods and with many local parks for Jet to enjoy. You would find a new little store to open, and you and Tommy would create a new life.

Tommy grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss as he drove. You smiled at him and finally felt relief wash over you as drove further and further away from the place you called home for 3 years. You also felt nervous excitement, as you hadn’t yet told Tommy that you were pregnant. You would tell him over a takeout dinner that night in your new home. You didn’t know it yet, but Tommy would be ecstatic, and he’d pick you up and swing you in circles. Tommy couldn’t wait to be a dad, and he would be a good one too.

Yes, everything had worked out somehow. If you had never met Jason, and he had never sent you running, you wouldn’t have ever met Tommy. In some way everything bad had brought you everything good, and so you could make peace with it.

You were ready for this fresh start, and as you day dreamed about your new life, you failed to notice the car that had been following you turn for turn for the last hour.

The end.

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Note: I’d just like to say a massive thank you to everyone who read this, I really hope you enjoyed it! It was so much fun to write again ❤️

#jake gyllenhaal #character: elwood dalton #jake gyllenhaal gif #quentin beck #donnie darko #jake gyllenhaal gifs #gyllenhaaledit #jack twist #david loki #detective loki #road house #movie: road house #detective david loki #prisoners 2013 #jimmylivingston #roadhouse #bubble boy #jacob benjamin gyllenhaal #jacob gyllenhaal #tommy cahill #tommy cahill x reader #jake gyllenhaal x reader

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Caregiver! Will Graham Headcannons (SFW)

After writing my Hannibal Lector Headcannon I couldn’t resist writing a Will Graham one. Next will be one for the both of them as a Caregiver couple! And possibly another fic👀

Mentions - bottles, pacifiers, diapers, anxiety, and nightmares.

Will isn’t really a social person, he’s a bit more reserved with his little one and would rather do activities in and around his house than to go out to parties and such.

Will LOVES to play in the backyard of his house with his little one, whether that be a game of tag, hide and seek or the two of them running around with his dogs.

Will and his little one go on long walks in the woods around his house. They play a game called explorer where he’s the leader of their expedition and his little one will find different things in the forest (rocks, sticks, etc) and hand them to him. He always makes the biggest deal when they “discover” something. “Wow you found this rock? This looks to me to be a very rare type of rock. Great good explorer! I’m so proud!”

Will is all for make believe games! You want to play restaurant? Will is your waiter! You want to play cops and robbers? Well now he’s a police officer chasing after you! He adores your imagination.

He loves to go fishing at the stream. Fishing might not be his little one’s favorite activity, but he doesn’t mind them splashing in the lake next to him.

Similar to Hannibal, Will is completely open with whatever his little one wants or needs to regress. Whether that be pacifiers, diapers or bottles. He is completely fine with anything and everything. Anything and everything to make sure his little one is happy and comfortable.

On the weekend they have a special movie night traditional of making a pillow fort with the couch cushions. Will sets the whole thing up, putting sheets over the top as a roof and setting their sleeping bags underneath. Then Will, his little one and all their dogs crawl under and watch movies till they all fall asleep.

On normal nights, Will prefers to sleep with his little one right next to him. He struggles with anxiety and abandonment. The thought of something happening to his little one if they were sleeping upstairs scares him tremendously. So he lets his little one sleep downstairs in his bed with him.

He makes a them a warm bottle and cuddles them under one arm as he reads a bedtime story. His little one always rest their head on his shoulder watching the pages turn and turn…… until they eventually fall asleep cuddling close to Will.

Will is SUCH a cuddly guy! He loves to cuddle up with his little one all the time. Whether it be sitting together he’s got his arm around their shoulders, or sleeping at night he’s got one arms wrapped around them for protection or even just playing tag he will pick his little one up and throw them over his shoulder. “Huh…where did Y/N go? I thought I grab them but now I don’t see them?” All while you’re giggling away on his shoulder.

He LOVES to hold his little ones hand. It goes back to his overprotectiveness over his little one. It’s security to make sure they’re okay and security for him knowing you’re always right beside him incase anything goes wrong.

If you have a nightmare Will is extremely compassionate and comforting. As someone who goes through terrible nightmares himself he knows just how to calm them down and comfort them. He picks them up and walks around the room rubbing their back and rocking them in his arms. All while his dogs look on worried.

Will barley has any rules. He prefers a free spirited little one running around the house with his dogs.

Since your stuffies mean a lot to you, they mean a lot to Will. He knows all their names and he always talk to them as if they’re a person. “Y/N do you want a snack? Okay, what about fluffy? Does he want a snack too?”

Will is the type of Caregiver to answer a fake phone if his little one hands it to him. “Please excuse me one second. *picks up fake phone little one hands him* Hello? What?! Really? But…but how did this happen?! Well I’ll have to let you talk to a professional about this. *hands the phone back* I think you’re best suited to handle this Y/N.”

While Will is a bit reserved with his little one meeting anyone, he does participates in “bring your little one to work day”. So Will dons his Professor jacket, glasses and brief cases and brings you along to the FBI academy. (Definitely writing a fic on this😁) Everyone makes the biggest deal over you!

When Will starts dating Hannibal it takes a while before he invites him to meet his little one. Will wants to make sure he trust him enough to be around his little one. (Hannibal adores Will’s little one just as much as he adores Will)

Jack and Alana are two of the few people (besides Hannibal) that Will is comfortable hanging out with along with his little one. Uncle Jack is so much fun!! He always sneaks you candy when Will’s back is to you both. And Aunt Alana always plays along with any game you’re playing.

When Hannibal takes Will and his little one to fancy dinner parties and museums it starts to get to his free spirited little one. So Will turns it into a game, playing eye spy or can you spot it. That way they aren’t restless. Hannibal adores the game too and will often join in the fun.

At the end of the day, Will’s little one does just as much for him as he does for them. He’s a bit of a loner but that all changes when he has a little one in his life. They open his lonely heart up and show him he’s truly meant to be a Caregiver. They become his world. 

#age regression #age regressor #agere #agere little #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere post #little space #sfw littlespace #age regression fic #safe agere #sfw agere blog #age regression blog #headcanon #caregiver!will graham #will graham #hannibal #sfw little community #sfw little blog #agere sfw #sfw caregiver

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hello hello fellow human, here to request a little tzuyu and chaeyoung wanting to spend time with there big sister dahyun so there parents MoJi (saw there 2date again recently) and leaving them there while they want on a date and dahyun brings ChaeYu to the park and lets them eat mcd and play wii all day because big sis dahyun is the best

Greetings fellow human, this is so so cool I hope you enjoy this.

Little!ChaeTzu, BigSis!Dahyun, slight mention of Cg!MoJi

Warning: none

The coolest big sister

Tzuyu and Chaeyoung were in the living room, clinging onto Momo and Jihyo's legs basically begging them to not leave them. “We're sorry, we promise that we'll bring back many things from our date.” Jihyo tries to reason with the two littles.

Dahyun was walking back to her room when she saw the scene in front of her and she knew what she had to do. “Hey Tzu and Chaeng, if you guys don't let go of Mom and Mama then we can't go on our amazing adventure!” Dahyun says dramatically but it works, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu rush over to her. “Dubu pway!” Chaeyoung yells and Tzuyu quickly agrees with Chaeyoung.

“It's like we've been forgotten” Jihyo leans over to Momo. “We should probably leave while we can.” Momo responds, Jihyo agrees and they quietly sneak out of the dorm so they can go on a date together. Luckily for them, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu were too distracted by Dahyun and what she had planned for them.

As soon as Dahyun saw that her mom and mama had left, via her peripheral vision, she started to improvise on what she was going to do with the two littles. “Would you guys like to go to the park?” Dahyun questions since it was a sunny day for once. “Yes! Go to the pawk!” Tzuyu cheers and she claps her hands before rushing over to grab her companion, aka her dog plush Minjoong. “Will you pway with us, Dahyunnie?” Chaeyoung asks out of curiosity since she really enjoyed it when the trio all played together. “I'll obviously be playing, someone has to be the coolest big sis in the whole wide world and I'm clearly the right choice for the position.” Dahyun flicks her hair which makes Chaeyoung giggle at her antics.

“Cmon chop chop Dubu and Chaeng, I wanna go to the pawk!” Tzuyu yells as she stands at the door impatiently with Minjoong in her arms. “Well let's get going, I'll help you out with your shoes.” Dahyun smiles at Chaeyoung and she sticks to her word by finding where the shoes were as well as putting them on Chaeyoung, ensuring that the velcro straps were secure and not too tight for her little sister.

The trio then left to go to the park, Dahyun had hold of both Tzuyu's and Chaeyoung's hands because she didn't want them to run off and potentially get lost. The walk was quite peaceful and they even played a game of ‘I spy’ until they reached the park, which was mostly empty except for the occasional family or two.

“Wet's go on the swings.” Chaeyoung says and she wasn't letting anyone disagree with her since she dragged Dahyun and Tzuyu over to the swing set, before sitting down on one, Tzuyu joined Chaeyoung on the swing next to hers, Dahyun realized that she had to be the one that pushes them. When pushing the duo, they were completely different with it as if it was night and day, for Chaeyoung she enjoyed going high and she knew how to properly swing, meanwhile for Tzuyu she much preferred not being too high, Dahyun knew from experience because she accidentally pushed Tzuyu a bit too hard which made her go really high and it resulted in a lot of screaming coming from the Maknae.

After around 15 minutes on the swings, all three of them decided to play a game of tag, whenever Dahyun was it she went slower on purpose which would make Tzuyu and Chaeyoung laugh over the fact that they couldn't be caught. “Dahyunnie ‘m hungwy.” Chaeyoung says as soon as she was about to get caught. “Me too, Dubu.” Tzuyu goes over to Dubchaeng and her stomach growls to prove that she was in fact hungry.

“Well it is lunchtime and I'm quite peckish myself.” Dahyun mutters to herself before continuing when she decides what is going to happen. “How about we have McDonalds for our lunch?” Dahyun offers and she was met with immediate nods coming from both Chaeyoung and Tzuyu since they both loved McDonalds. “Let's get walking then, don't worry it's not far at all.” Dahyun once again takes a hold on the other two's hands and leads them all the way over to McDonalds.

When they reached the McDonalds, Dahyun let Tzuyu and Chaeyoung rush over to the machine to pick out what they wanted to eat. Tzuyu looked through the options first and she ended up choosing a chicken nugget happy meal and an ice cream. Chaeyoung had chosen the same thing as Tzuyu; they also both decided to have Coca-Cola for their beverage. Finally, it was Dahyun’s turn to pick out what she wanted to have for her lunch, she decided to choose a cheeseburger with fries but it wasn't easy for her considering the fact that she had to put up with Chaeyoung and Tzuyu adding more toppings on Dahyun's burger as well as adding on random sauces which ranged from BBQ to Sweet and Sour.

In the end, Dahyun ended up with a burger with extra cheese, lettuce, patties and ketchup but she also had no onions, tomatoes and mustard. “Should we take our lunch home because we can always play on the Wii when we get back?” Dahyun asks while she pays for their lunch. “Mhm, I wanna do that, Dahyunnie. I tink Chewy would too. ” Chaeyoung mentions, she decides to bring up Tzuyu because Tzuyu was too distracted by the ketchup pump, she didn't waste it on the table though, she poured it into the small paper cups and lined them up, she honestly thought that she was doing a good thing by having dips already ready for other people.

“Wow you're so helpful, Tzu, but maybe you should stop now because they might spill if you overcrowd the table.” Dahyun says in the nicest way possible because she knew that Tzuyu didn't have any malicious intentions behind her action. “Okay, Dubu” Tzuyu moves close to Dahyun and Chaeyoung to wait for their lunch. As soon as their order was ready, Dahyun grabbed the bags and hooked her arms around Chaeyoung and Tzuyu's arms, so they didn't run away even though they probably wouldn't have run anyway because they were more focused on the McDonalds.

The school meal club made it back to the dorm in around 20 minutes and they rushed over to their shared room so they wouldn't get caught with the McDonalds. “So what should we play on the Wii?” Dahyun looked at all the possible options, but she got no answer from either Chaeyoung or Tzuyu since they were busy with eating their lunch. Before Dahyun goes to eat she ends up picking Super Smash Bros Brawl since it was a game that they all enjoyed playing together.

Dahyun actually gave a silent prayer before she ate her lunch because the burger was basically a monstrosity but she was hungry so she decided to eat it, thankfully the fries and drink saved her meal, she also didn't get disturbed by ChaeTzu because they were too distracted with the free toys they got with their happy meals, this time it was squishmallows.

Once they all finished eating, they played Super Smash Bros and Mario 64 even once their mommy and mama returned from the date, mainly because the trio were too distracted by the fun they were all having together at that moment in time since all of them enjoyed it whenever they could enjoy a great experience together whether they're regressed or not.

Hii like I said in a previous post I'm alive and hopefully much better than the past week when I was ill. I hope you all have an incredible day/evening/night.

#twice #sfw agere #twice agere #sfw caregiver #little!tzuyu #little!chaeyoung #cg!momo #cg!jihyo #dahyun

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Trouble | austinbutler!elvis x reader

Warning: mature language/ mentions of misogyny because it’s the 40’s and men can be pigs/ mentions of racism/ homophobic comments

A/n: I know it sounds super irritating, but I swear the main character pops off. This is also my first time writing on tumblr. So please be kind. I’m thinking about writing more parts connected to this storyline so if you do like this… don’t worry there will be more. (Also if enough people see this and care enough to, I absolutely love requests so go ahead.) part 2

Summary: Elvis is so tired. Everyone is at his throat. The politicians want to lock him up, the Colonel has him performing in tail coats, and he can never seem to make his momma happy. He needs an escape, an he knows just the place: Club handy. Luckily for him, his good friend BB King knows just the person he should talk too. Loved, hated, and everything in between.

She was it.

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Elvis couldn’t take it anymore. No matter how hard he tried— no matter how hard he worked— it was never enough to please everyone. The Colonel wanted him to be the perfect ‘all American boy’. One that did what he was told without care and idolized the government like the Bible. Someone that thought it was queer to put gel in your hair and too girly to put makeup on your face. Not to mention he had to stop dancing— feeling the music he sang. How was he supposed to carry on when this was going against everything he believes?

Oh and don’t forget his poor momma. God she tore his heart to shreds drinking so much, and her yapping about his performance with the literal hound dog made his ears ache— and not in the way he loved. He had already felt bad as it was, even with his daddy trying to console him by saying ‘the bit with the dog was good, funny’; as if that would make him feel better. It only made his humiliation fester more. He had to get out and fast. Just for a while. Just for a little.

So he rushed out to his car, taking off without care for what his rowdy cousins had to say as they chased after him. He ignored the shouting voices as he drove off, opting to shun them out by blaring the radio. However, that blasted thing seemed to hate him too. Driving passed adoring fans, trying to skid through without running one over, Elvis almost broke the damn thing by pressing it so many times. Channel after channel he was met with himself.

“You ain’t nothing but a—,”

“Hound dog-,”

“Cryin’ all the-,”

“Cryin’ all-,”

“The singer Cherry’s outlandish behavior makes the public—,”

“Cryin’—,”

Until finally Elvis was given peace; club handy’s station tuned in like a miracle sent from god. He knew where he would go now. ‘BB would know what do’ he thought. Little did he know that there was someone else that knew exactly what he was going through.

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BB had noticed him the minute he drove up in his pretty ‘little’ Cadillac. If that’s not what had attracted his eyes to the only white boy walking down Beatle Street, it would have probably been the huge crowd forming around him. Mounds of people, men and women all alike, they all wanted to be close to him; to be acknowledged in some way. A simple head nod would do, a hand shake appreciated, and an autograph celebrated. The sight was almost comical to the older musician, but he had the mercy that most didn’t.

“Elvis!” BB yelled, gesturing for the distressed looking boy to come over to the overzealous club.

This put Elvis more at ease in an instant. Waving back at his dear friend, adrenaline pumped through his whole body as he tried his best to weave through the large crowd, which grew by the second. Elvis tried his best to greet anyone he possible could as he perused the entrance of finely lit club. But in all honesty, he only had one thing on his mind— and his mission was to get rid of it.

When he had finally made his way to the barricaded door, BB practically yanked him in whilst shooing the mounds of people snatching at Elvis’ clothes. Security shut the door in a hurry, not a care for those whose fingers could get caught. Such a horrific sight was a rarity; this is why most artists prefer to use the back entrance with the rest of the staff. Sadly, that hadn’t crossed Elvis’ mind. It was already too clouded to see a damned thing clearly.

As they walked through the hallway leading to blaring music, BB guiding Elvis by the arm like one would a child, while he ranted and raved over his troubled mind and aching heart. His eyes crinkling in in agony and voice cracking in desperation. BB pitied the boy’s despair and pulled him aside before opening the buzzing door.

“Look man, you’re feeling down, you’ve come to the right place. You wanna feel up? You’ve come to the right place. So just enjoy yourself and forget your worries.” BB said, nudging the door open to reveal what Elvis thought to be magnificent.

People dancing, blues and jazz blasting, and everyone smiling. There was no displeasure to be found within these walls. Laughter echoed off the walls from people sitting together in larger groups. Booths and bars overflowing with howling conversation. All while the open floor was left to shaking legs and quick hands. Bodies on top of bodies, sweat beading at their foreheads from the vigorous movements. Thriving with the energetic song booming from the stage. A tall, black man stood loosely with lined eyes and suit. His voice was almost as shell shocking as his performance. The way he oozed charisma was beguiling; a proper showman he was. Elvis felt chills run up his spine and a smile open his mouth wide.

Whistling in admiration, Elvis follows BB as they make their way to their own booth. “He sings the hell out of that song!”

BB smiles at the boy’s enthusiasm, nodding in complete agreement. “A friend of mine introduced him to Sister Rosette a little bit ago. Brought him from the backwaters of Georgia, and she’s been helping him out ever since. Names little Richie.”

Elvis shakes his head enthusiastically as he watches little Richie buckle his knees and twist his heels. His gaze only moving back to his friend after hearing a tap on the table.

“That’s who you should talk to.” BB states with a small smile rising from the idea as he takes a sip of his drink.

Scrunching his brows Elvis asks, “Sister Rosetta?”

Almost choking on the burning liquid running down his throat, BB shakes his head vigorously before laughing audibly. “As much as I’m sure she wouldn’t mind it, no. I meant my friend. Been in the game for a while, gone through what you have, and honestly just the best advice giver there is. You two have a lot in common actually.” He says, watching Elvis’ more intently now as he takes in the similarities.

Elvis nods with a puckered lower lip; nothing to lose really, he thought. “Where could I meet him?”

Another snicker involuntarily leaves BB lips, truly amused by the boy’s assumption. “Her name is Cherry, and she comes around every now and then. Says she likes to keep us on our toes.”

Taken back slightly, Elvis quirks his head momentarily. Why did that name sound so familiar?

“You’ve probably heard of her.” King remarks, playing with the rim of his cup. He had dipped his head back slightly closing his eyes not to soon after; he was imagining her to perfection. “She’s on the news quite a bit, a scandal that woman is, but because of all this ruckus you’ve caused some of the heat has been off her back. Hell, the only time I’ve been in the line of sight for any politician to acknowledge me was because of her.”

Eyebrows still scrunched Elvis asks, “ ‘ell what would they have a problem with her for?”

Sighing deeply through his nose, BB smile grows enough to display his luminous teeth. “They think she’s trouble. Just like anything else that they don’t like.” Tutting under his breath he shakes his head at the thought. “You’d love her man. Her sound, her moves— if you like what little Richie can do— ha she’d knock your socks off!”

A warm chuckle leaves Elvis at his usually mellowed friends enthusiasm. “Better than me?”

King slaps a hand onto his shoulder, rocking him back and forth with a proud laugh. “Oh she’d give your little hip wiggle a run for its money alright. Man, I wish she was here, this would have been—,”

Cut off with a dozens of screams, both BB and Elvis look over at the building commotion. Their eyes almost popping out of their skulls the moment they see what’s got the crowd so riled up.

It hadn’t been enough for Little Richie to be up there alone, making the crowd go wild with his fluid moves and eccentric voice. No, a great surprise had sent everyone into a frenzy, even the man who had been sporadically wiggling on the stage not two second before.

A woman with a messy bob and an effervescent wardrobe steps on stage; confidence oozing from her like fine honey dripping off the comb. Her olive skin looked gilded in this light, contrasting beautifully with the sheer, corset-like bodice she wore. Fitted tightly to her figure to make her waist indescribable, while holding cup fulls of her breasts as she shimmied and swayed along to the music. Toward the bottom it fanned out into a flowey silk skirt— or rather loose fit pants.

Her red and green painted nails shined vibrantly as she reached out for Little Richies suit tie, reeling him in close to her. Their bodies entangled together, fully letting the music rush through them. A cheeky grin stretched across her red lined lips as she dipped into the boys neck— practically sending the audience into a cardiac arrest as their hearts leaped in their chests. Such excitement, such chaos; all of it made by a simple lipstick mark on the collar of a shirt. And the show didn’t stop there.

No, both laughed joyously at the excitement they had received. Hungry for more, Little Richie rips his tie off and tosses it to the side before taking hold of the woman’s wrists. Spinning her around to face the audience, he dips her to the side. As they both lean closer to the floor, more and more hollers follow after. People start dancing with more energy than before. Twisting, shaking, gyrating, you name it.

The performance only escalated with time. Little Richie’s jacket was shed, flying into the air without care, and not too long his shirt followed. A show like this would give the people Elvis worked with a heart attack. Both little Richie and the woman would have been locked up quicker than a robber caught red handed for their ‘provocative’ display. Shamed for the way her hands trailed down the man’s chiseled torso, she would have been called indecent, among many other things.

But Elvis found it absolutely invigorating. The only time he felt any discomfort at all was when the instruments had stopped, and the two performers movements halted.

Though he found solace in the open laughs they shared. It had seemed that Little Richies stage charisma melted in front of the woman, now instead of heated passion his face expressed deep warmth. Pulling her into a rocking hug, the woman smiles at the display of affection. Her eyes wonder every now and then as she whispers something into his ear, until they finally stop at Elvis’ table. Making him hold his breath for the short duration their gazes connected. BB on the other hand waved at her without hesitation.

“I told you, you’d love her.” He whispered smugly, amused by the dumbfounded expression on Elvis’ face.

“I’ve never seen anything like that.” Elvis mutters, still in complete awe.

Patting him on the shoulder again, BB gives a teasing smile. “We’ll pick your jaw off the floor cause she���s coming over here, and she will pick at you for it.”

And he was right.

There she was, sauntering over while kissing any voluntary person’s cheek she passed that applauded her performance. As she got closer Elvis noticed that she was a bit shorter than he imagined. From the stage she looked like a giant, but now, as she grew near, it was as if she had shrunk a whole foot. Not that it mattered, she was just as incredible. Maybe even more so.

When she had made it to their table, BB got up from his seat quickly. Her arms had stretched out high, and she yelled out a playful greeting.

“BB! It’s good to be in the presence of royalty again!”

BB dips slightly to accommodate her height, enveloping her waists with his bigger arms. The color palette of their clothes clashing eloquently. After a few seconds pass, their hold on each other loosens and her arm falls to the man’s lower back. She leans against his taller frame once parted and shifts her intense gaze to Elvis. A spark of intrigue lighting up her chocolate eyes, which happened to be lined in black just like his.

“Elvis this is a good friend of mine—,”

The woman gasps dramatically, mouth agape and brows playful. “Friends? I see how it is. I leave for a few weeks and you go on and move on to the next girl.” She shakes her head with fake disappointment and steps towards the table, a hand held out for Elvis to take.

“Well I sure hope you’re more of a gentleman than he is Mr.Presley.” She says, with a sly grin.

Elvis couldn’t help but smile too; her smile was infectious. Taking her hand in his, he kisses her knuckles lightly. “Nothing but.”

She hums melodically at his answer before poking his nose with her red finger nail. “Yeah he’s nothing but trouble alright.”

“You’re one to talk Cherry.” BB remarks, while pulling out a chair for her.

“I never said there was anything wrong with it.” Cherry retorts back in an innocent tone as she sat. “Besides it’s not like I actually go looking for trouble.”

The claim made BB’s eyebrow arch with suspicion. A look of disbelief crossing over his face. “Sure.”

Scrunching her nose, Cherry glances over at Elvis and stops her hand from flying up to give her friend the bird. Opting it better to stick out her tongue like a child, Cherry huffs through a pout. “It’s not my fault our government is filled with a bunch of prudes.”

The statement made Elvis shift in his seat, sitting a little taller with peaked interest. “Yeah, I’ve heard they’ve been giving you a little bit of trouble to. What have they been saying about you?”

“As much as they say about you I’m guessin’.” She answered, chewing on what Elvis thought to be gum. “And I gotta say, I never thought I’d be outshined in scandal by a famous white boy.”

There was a fresh sliver of silence after her remark; the gaze between the two new acquaintances not helping its intensity.

Coughing to hide a laugh, BB slowly starts to walk backwards away from the table. “I’m going to go see Sister Rosetta for a sec, interrogate her over why she didn’t tell me you were coming and what not. Give you two a chance to… talk.”

That man had never moved faster in his life.

“At least being me back a cherry cocktail!” She screamed back, rolling her eyes after seeing him throw a thumbs up as a response.

“Is that where the nickname comes from?” Elvis asks curiously, totally enraptured by her presence. The way she sat: leaned back with her legs widespread and her hands gliding down the smooth fabric. It was all so enticing to him. He’s never seen a woman act the way she did.

“What nickname?” Cherry asks with a deadpanned expression, snapping him out of the daze he’d been in. Sudden embarrassment flooded the boys body, face heating up and ears going bright red. The sight made Cherry hysterical, and an infinite amount of apologies fly from her mouth. “I’m just messing with you Elvis.”

God his name sounded so nice when she said it. There was something different in her voice that he couldn’t really place, but dear god was it gorgeous.

“Yes, it is. BB started calling me that when he bought a barrel of them, and I ate almost every single one.” She chuckles at the memory. “And I liked the way it sounded, though it was ‘stage worthy’— but I’ll say, the press’s theories are much more entertaining.”

“Mm?” Elvis hums, bringing his own drink to his prodded lips.

Grinning mischievously, she watches him with amusement. “My favorite has to be the one where I ‘popped my Cherry far into my youth’ and that’s how I got the nickname.”

An abrupt spur of coughs escape passed Elvis’ lips from shock. Quick to cover his mouth, as to not spray any of his drink onto her, Elvis’ tries to compose himself.

“I’m surprised you haven’t seen any of them.” Cherry says, bemused overall by his reaction. Almost everyone everywhere knew of her ‘scandalous’ behavior. It had been slapped on every newspaper and tv screen possible. She was supposed to be set as an example of what women weren’t supposed to be.

So how has this boy— this white boy, surrounded by the voices of the American politicians who despise her the most, able to escape from it all?

“But maybe that’s thanks to you.” She realizes, tilting her head to ogle the boy’s infamous figure. “‘Elvis the pelvis.’”

Wincing at the horrid nickname, Elvis shakes his head and hand. “Well I’m glad something good has come from that blasted name.”

Taking pity on the poor boy, Cherry sits up and rests her head on her hands, deciding not to prod further. Although, her closer proximity gave him chills.

He thought he had seen everything when she came up to the table— assumed that being that close was enough to take in all of her. Her beauty, her charisma, her attitude. He was wrong.

Elvis could swear on his grave that he could count every single, individual freckle lining across the woman’s nose and cheeks. Sometimes when she blinked her long eyelashes would even kiss the small dots, seemingly leaving behind a blush mark. Oh and her eyes, god he’d never seen any like hers. Rich and radiant with speckles of gold surrounding her blown out pupils. But what practically screamed for Elvis’ attention was the red staining her lips. At first, on stage, they had looked glossy and a deep scarlet. However, now they looked ravenous. Plump, raw, and wet. Actually, now that he got a closer look— it was as if she hadn’t been wearing any lipstick at all. And that’s when he noticed it.

The cherry seed resting between her teeth.

“Elvis?”

Blinking away the day dream fog beginning to cloud his eyes, Elvis looks back at the woman sheepishly.

“M’sorry, what’d you say?”

Laughing at his childlike gaze, intrigued slightly by the behavior, Cherry repeats herself. “I asked if it was true you and BB met buying suits. King always goes on about it, so I was wondering if the story I’ve heard over and over again is true.”

This made Elvis chuckle; the image of his friend talking continuously about him seeming hilarious. “Uh yeah, we uh met in Lansky’s shop.”

“Oh my god, is Bernie still running it?!” Cherry quickly asks, eyes widened in excitement.

Smiling profusely at her exuberance, Elvis nods. “Sure is.”

Absolutely elated at the news, Cherry bites her lower lips to lessen her smile; it was so wide it became painful. “God it’s been forever— I have to go by and see him later. But his whole inventory while I’m at it.”

Eyebrows raising and mouth agape, Elvis’ shoulders loosen. “And leave us with nothin’?! What are BB and I to do without his suits?”

“Seems like you’ll have to be put on a waiting list Mr. Presley, because if I’m the one offering Bernie never rejects.”

“Oh lord, what are you planning to do to poor Mr. Lansky?” BB asks, appearing out of nowhere with two drinks in hand. One in a half hourglass shape, holding a liquid red as the cherries dangling off its rim. While the other is filled halfway with brown liquid that only some have a taste for.

“Oh just that I might buy out his store again.” She says, patting BB’s arm after kissing her fingers as a thank you.

Scoffing BB says, “You’re menace to my wardrobe woman.”

“It’s not my fault I’m his favorite.” Cherry shrugs innocently, sipping on the fruity drink— earning a delighted hum from her shortly after.

Elvis couldn’t help but fawn over the sight, but soon regretted it after being caught. Cherry’s eyes had met his eyes almost instantly. Luckily, she was in a rather good mood, and simply grinned discreetly to herself instead of teasing his for it.

“Isn’t that what got you into the papers in the first place?” BB asks, scratching his eyebrows as if to rekindle his memory— indirectly grabbing Elvis’ attention.

Shaking her head vigorously, trying to swallow down the gulp she had just taken as quick as possible. “No, no, no.” She replies, waving her finger dramatically. “They first wrote about me coming to America from Europe. You know they always go straight to race and nationality! The ‘suit incident’,” she continues, using her fingers to accentuate the quotations of the so called paper, “was the second piece written about me. That is what sent me into the openly hated category.”

“Over a couple suits?” Elvis questioned, beguiled by the situation.

The rekindled duo stared at the shocked boy with knowing eyes.

“Well what do you expect EP?”

“I mean, have you ever seen a woman openly wearing a suit before? Let alone pants?”

The thought skyrocketed in Elvis’s mind, whirling around a hundred miles an hour. “Well I— no not really, but I just thought it’s c-c-cause they like dresses. I mean they look aw-awfully comfortable and pretty.” He sputters.

They had broke the poor boys mind.

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[captainsarahscratches]

HAPPIER PT.2

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The next part will definitely have smut so be warned.

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Within a few minutes, your jaw is agape. Tony is stunned and CM Punk just tore your CEO and EVPs a whole new asshole, and for what???

The madness continued, you're trying to explain your way out of this to press, Tony is beyond pissed. MJF is now pissed off because his return was fucked over. You just got the press to start to disperse. Then all of the sudden you hear clattering and yelling from afar. Someone yells for security and then you and Tony run down the hallways to find the noise. Claudio is trying to get people to calm down and get people away from the door. Mox is yelling and telling someone to fuck off. Then you hear Kenny's voice, "MOTHERFUCKER!?!"

You barged your way through the crowd, and you didn't know what to expect exactly, but it definitely wasn't this. Punk is in the back with a chair in hands, which Matt is trying to get away from him. Nick is by the wayside looking dazed as all hell. Kenny is holding Punk's dog in one hand and has Ace in a headlock with the other arm.

"What the fuck man, did you just fucking bite me??? Fuck, Jesus Christ!"

Within the next few minutes, security is in the room everyone is separated and the men are escorted out separately.

Your job was utter hell the next two months. Constantly trying to explain what happened without really having an answer. But all you truly cared about was Kenny. Nine months away and comes back on top for one night and it's ripped away from him. You fight like hell to get things straightened out and finally succeed.

Although, it's been two months. You've only talked to Kenny briefly during this time and typically about work. But that didn't mean that you forgot what happened before the chaos. However, you were confident that when the storm settled, and you could breathe again, you would ask Kenny about that kiss. You were positive everything would be fine... until he left for Japan

You didn't think much of it at first, he loves Japan and hasn't been there in a long time. He's not hurt anymore so he can actually enjoy himself. At that point, you had contacted the boys and told them it was safe to regain their social media presence. You even encouraged them to post something until related to the incident. Then Kenny posted a picture with Kota...

He had mentioned him before of course, and in a fond manner. Talking about how they are still friends and considers him one of the closest people in his life. He never stated that he still had feelings for him of anything of the nature but still it made you worry.

Either that kiss really was just him being him and meant nothing romantic. You started to tell yourself thaf he had kissed his friends in the past, usually in the ring and for the camera but still. Thought they at least knew it was going to happen.

Or that kiss did mean something but you took to long to say anything to him and lost your chance. Now he's hurt that you didn't respind correctly and falling back into familar arms. Either way had made you sick to your stomach and mad at yourself for letting him leave.

The last two weeks you've kept your distance from him. Unaware of how to proceed. But tonight the elite is returning, and in a big way. The start of a best of 7 series you came up with to not detour from the other teams. A few hours before the show, the three of them approached you. Matt, Nick, and Kenny stood in front of you hugged you. Thanking you for everything you have done and standing by them. Then he said it, "I mean it y/n, you're an amazing friend." and kissed you on the cheek.

Kenny walked away, as did Nick, but Matt stayed. He saw you freeze and your face fall. "Are you okay y/n?"

You scoff softly, "A friend..." looking down at the ground "Well I guess that answers that. After all this time and everything I've done and he still can't see that I love him"

"Woah..." Matt stunned but understanding. Putting his hand on your shoulder "It's okay, you know Ken-, Kenny's great at expressing himself on the mic, but only as Kenny Omega. You and I both know Tyson isn't as talented. I mean come on, he even legitimately answers to his ring name. Like he's an actual video game character."

You softly chuckled to yourself and Matt smiled at the fact he got a laugh out of you. "Look, I don't know what exactly is going on in his mind but I think it's worth talking to him. He talks about you all the time but doesn't say much when he's around you. And I think that says something right there, but you guys need to talk." He told you.

"He doesn't want to talk, every time I've tried he's always been short with me or changed the subject." You replied.

"Well, maybe you need to get Kenny to talk to you then, not Tyson. Kenny is the way he gets his real thoughts out half the time anyway. "

With that vague advice, Matt walked away and prepared for the night. Leaving you contemplate how to get Kenny to talk to you over Tyson.

As the night continues and the Elite is about to return, fans chanting their theme throughout the stadium. You remind the men that your social media team will be trying to get shots of them and their new entrance. Seconds away, from the entrance Kenny looks over at you and looks like he wanted to say something important but the Death Triangle's music just ended and trotted to the curtain. Matt quickly popped up on the other side of you, "Hey, make sure to hang around after the match. I think someone wants to talk. Just give him a shot." You said of course as you rushed him back to his spot.

The match continues, leaving fans confused as the Elite doesn't immediately win their championship away. Then a roar overtakes the building as they announce the best of seven series, you smile still very proud of yourself that they took your idea.

The cameras are down, and the crowd stays as Kenny talks to the crowd. Charming, charismatic, and surprisingly fluent storytelling for him to just be making it up as he went along. His speech continues, and you walk down the ramp to ensure your team is getting the shots they need. Kenny sees you by ring side, crouched down to not block the view. He smiles at you and your face grows red again.

You've seen him in the ring hundreds of times in person but something about him, just purely in his element was always so satisfying to watch. You continue to watch him, and then see Matt smile and wink your direction. Grabbing your attention he points to Kenny in the ring. You listened closer to what he was saying.

"I've gotten to spend to spend a lot of time with my best friends in the whole wide world, given a lot more than I anticipated, but I loved every second of it and glad to step back here tonight with them as a trio. But we didn't do this alone, we had some amazing support. From their Matt and Nick's wives and from someone very special to my heart. I want to thank all of you." In that moment, Matt and Nick are looking at you, your heart is racing and all you can see is Kenny looking straight at you with that smile you love so damn much.

The crowd has mixed reactions to him alluding to a significant person, and Kenny being the tease he is gives him no other information to what he means. "They are truly one of the kindest, selfless, and genuine people I have ever met. And not to really jump the gun, but i guess i did that a few weeks back, but I love them." He smiled and had to regain his composure again as he started to stumble over his words. You looked back at the Bucks, Matt looked shocked he said that and Nick looked exasperated at the fact he just said that first thing. They both look back at you and one of your interns nudges your shoulder and smiles.

Kenny proceeds to wrap up his speech, nervously smiling through his words the rest of the way. You retreat backstage why the three of them work the crowd as they depart. Kenny catches you for a moment, "Hey, wait for me. If that's okay." You can't stop smiling and your face is still red and you nod to agree. He looks down at you for a second and smiles again. "Okay. I'll see you soon."

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[marvelstarker-mha98]

The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 18: It's a long way home

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Reader & stan lee cameo, Friday & reader, May parker & reader, ben parker & reader, rhodey & tony stark, tony stark x pepper potts, Happy hogan, tony stark & Pepper potts, FRIDAY & Jarvis

Summary: there is News but with a twist and reactions 

Warning: bullet and tracker

Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique​ Previous​

You did more damage than you realized to the farm when you crashed into it. A small structure was destroyed, as well as the outside fence, and not to mention the actual crop itself. "There you go." You said, handing a real check to the old farmer. "Damn kids." He muttered, shaking his head. "Yeah..." You nodded. "Look, uh... Do you happen to know the nearest rest stop? A gas station or cold store?" "You mean the distance from my destroyed corn?" You groaned. "I already said sorry." "Sorry ain't gonna grow it back." He then looked at the check and his attitude changed. "Your money might, though." You crossed your arms. "Yeah. Now back to the question?" He nodded. "Ten minutes down the road you'll find some gas." "Thanks. I don't suppose I can leave my car here since it's... You know..." "Fine." He grumbled. "There's a can in the shed." With that, you went off to pick up the gas can. The walk wasn't as bad as it could have been but your shoulder was killing you. Metaphorically and perhaps literally. "Couldn't have checked the meter, could you?" You grumbled. "Had to leave in fashion. I'm really stupid for a smart person." The gas station you arrived at was pretty much abandoned save for one other car, and even that was probably for whoever was behind the counter. You couldn't help remembering the last time you stayed at a stop like this with Coulson. That was certainly an experience. Hopefully this time it would be quieter. You unscrewed the cap of your can and started filling it up, glancing around nervously. The whole HYDRA taking over SHIELD thing had shook you up, and now the world knew who you were, you would be recognized much more easily. Someone was probably after you right now. "Hey, FRIDAY?" You said softly, tapping your bracelet. "Yes, Miss?" She replied from the small device. “Thanks for warning me about the car. I appreciate it." "Of course. It is part of my protocol to ensure you are not harmed." "Yeah, I'm well aware... Thanks anyway. God, I'm hungry." You hadn't eaten since leaving the warehouse. You couldn't even remember how long ago that was, several hours perhaps. "FRIDAY, how far is Avengers Tower by car?" "The fastest route takes 130 minutes, two hours and ten minutes." You sighed. "That's gonna take a while." "It will be worth it, Miss." You headed inside the store, digging around for whatever money you had left over. Thankfully, having a couple of bucks crumpled in the bottom of your pocket worked out. The store was surprisingly vibrant for a gas stop, with colorful walls and packaging lining all the aisles. There was a customer already waiting so you decided to look around for snacks, finding a hot dog in the process which looked too good to ignore. Playing in the corner of the store was a TV. It was currently playing the sports channel but the employee behind the counter flicked it over to the news as he talked to the customer in front.

"Tragedy struck the Triskelion this afternoon as three 'helicarriers' completely shut down the SHIELD headquarters." The reporter said.

You froze, looking up. "Oh, shit."

"SHIELD secrets have been leaked online by none other than Black Widow - Natasha Romanoff - herself, also exposing HYDRA, an authoritarian-subversive paramilitary terrorist organization long thought to have died out during World War Two. But that's not all."

A picture of you showed up on screen and you quickly put up your hood, hoping the employee and customer wouldn't look behind them. The picture appeared to have been taken at the Triskelion itself, possibly by security cameras.

"This is (Y/n) Stark, the daughter of famed billionaire and superhero Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man. Many thought her missing after she ran away from her Malibu home years ago, but the secrets dumped online reveal otherwise, even stating that she was within SHIELD the entire time under the name of Ellen Campbell, an engineer." The reporter explained.

"Would you look at that?" The customer in front of you scoffed. "The rich girl's alive after all."

"Hmm. Why do you think she ran away?" The employee asked.

"Maybe being the kid of a billionaire isn't as fun as it sounds."

"Man, I wish Iron Man was my dad."

"Yeah. I can't believe she was in SHIELD of all things. Do you think her dad knew?"

"It doesn't sound like it."

"Why would they keep her from him?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? I just wanna know if he still wants the kid after everything."

After that, you paid for the gas and food quickly, keeping your head down the entire time and trying not to speak to either of them. You didn't expect this.

Yes, you were aware that a public announcement like the one you pulled would have consequences, but not this soon. You had no idea about the leak until now. You were supposed to have more time.

"FRIDAY, link up a route to the Tower on the car's navigation system, please." You said. "We're now on a schedule."

"Yes, Miss." She responded. "Route sent."

"Thank you."

-

In New York City, May Parker was sitting in the break room of the hospital as she talked with her colleagues. That was when the small TV in the corner was turned up by one of them.

As the news report played, May almost dropped her cup of coffee. It took her a long time to process the picture, let alone all the things being said about her neighbor.

How could Ellen Campbell be (Y/n) Stark?

She felt mixed emotions as the reporter talked about the SHIELD leak.

She wondered why you never told her. How did you manage to hide for so long?

With these shocked and confused thoughts, she realized you were a completely different person to who she thought you were. It hurt in a way, but she also knew you were still the same kind and genius woman next door she had always thought of as a daughter.

No news report could change that.

-

On the other side of the city, Ben was on break with his friend, the two of them getting donuts.

"And I tell the guy he better lick it, because now I gotta catch the damn thing." His partner was saying.

Ben laughed, shaking his head. "No, you didn't."

"I did, swear on my ma's life."

He shook his head, still laughing at the story. "Okay, sure."

"Listen, Parker, have I ever lied to you?"

"On several occasions."

"Name one."

"Remsen Street."

"Okay, name two."

"Cunningham Park, Dollar General."

His partner scoffed. "Yeah, whatever."

Ben smiled. "Got you."

As they continued to joke around, the news report played in the background. They paid it no notice until the partner looked up and frowned.

"Isn't that the girl who lives in your apartment building?" He asked.

Ben looked up as well and froze when he saw you. He didn't say anything, unable to look away.

"Is it?" His partner pressed.

Again, he remained quiet.

The only thing he cared about at that moment was your safety.

With this news out for the whole world to hear, all the people who had it in for you before would be on the hunt.

But you were smart, and he knew that. You would find somewhere to lay low or someone that could protect you.

He closed his eyes, pleading to whatever higher power there was that you would be okay.

-

On the way to Canada for a business meeting he was very reluctant to attend in the first place, Tony sat with Happy and Pepper on his plane. It was very rare he was called in for things but alas, here he was.

He was watching the sky roll by, the weird clouds and the sea blues mixing among each other. Just an hour ago he was relaxing at the tower, minding his own business, then bam, urgent and no doubt useless meeting regarding Stark Industries. He wasn't even the CEO anymore but apparently they still needed him.

He was B O R E D.

"At least look interested." Pepper scolded, motioning to the paperwork in front of him.

He gave her a deadpan look and said nothing, causing her to sigh. She did love him, but sometimes he was a lot to handle. Especially in recent years. She knew why, but never dared to bring it up.

When Tony's phone rang, he let it ring four times before picking it up.

"Really?" Happy sighed.

He shrugged. "I need people to think I've got a life."

Then he answered it, putting it on speaker because he was too lazy to hold up the phone.

"Tony?" Rhodey's voice spoke up.

"Hey, tin can." He replied.

"Hey. Look, have you seen the news?"

Tony made a face. "It might be a you thing, but I personally don't care about which Kardashian got with who."

"No, it's not-" He sighed. "Just change the channel."

Pepper did so, switching the screen over and letting the news report play.

"(Y/n) Stark, daughter of billionaire and Avenger Tony Stark, is alive. Many thought her missing or even dead after she disappeared years ago, but secrets dumped on the web reveal otherwise, stating that she was within SHIELD the entire time under the name of Ellen Campbell." It was saying. "Reports vary, but many seem to believe the Director was behind it all."

Pepper dropped the remote in pure shock, a hand covering her mouth. It was almost impossible to believe. For years she'd dreaded the worst. There was no way this could be true. You looked... So different.

Happy was stunned. He remembered your visit to the hospital a while back but based on what you said, he didn't expect you to ever reveal yourself. He couldn't believe all this information was leaked.

And Tony... He couldn't quite process.

At first it was shock, but then came the guilt, followed by a sudden anger towards SHIELD. Not only were you alive and well, but you were there the entire time? You were so close. Why hadn't he noticed? Surely he would've noticed his own daughter. Was this Fury's fault? Had he hidden you away on purpose? Why?

So many questions were swarming his brain it actually caused a headache.

You were so grown up now. You didn't look like the withdrawn and angry teenager you used to be, now you just looked... Magnificent. He couldn't believe he was thinking it, but he was glad you looked like him. He felt a sense of fatherly pride he'd never experienced in full before.

And it was this pride that hurt him. He had missed so much of your life being too busy to pay attention and now to know you weren't even that far away... It hurt that he couldn't make amends.

Fury had stopped that from being a possibility. He knew you were alive and never thought to reveal it. How could he keep that from him?

He was pissed.

-

You had been driving for almost two hours now, and had reached the Verrazano Narrows Bridge. According to FRIDAY, the tower was just half an hour away.

You were almost home. You could even see the tower.

The sky was a silver-gray, the echoes of a storm brewing. The sun was hiding behind these clouds, almost ready to set and be replaced by the silver pool that was the moon. Between these dark clouds you could make out the point of the tower, looming over the smaller buildings of NYC.

Your hands were stuck to the wheel of the car, afraid that if you let go it would suddenly become just a dream, like you weren't really there.

You wondered if your dad would be happy.

You had no idea if he'd seen the news report from a couple hours before or if he even cared. For all you knew, you could just show up and he wouldn't even recognize you. The thoughts were nagging at your mind and all the pessimistic ones seemed to outweigh the optimistic, causing you to want to hesitate and turn back. But you had been waiting for this moment for years without realizing it, nothing was going to stop you.

A sharp sting in your shoulder brought you back to reality, almost causing you to swerve into another lane.

"Ow!" You glanced down at your wound. "Damn, being shot hurts like a bitch!"

You hissed as the pain got a little more intense.

"Miss, I have detected an anomaly in the bullet." FRIDAY announced.

You furrowed your eyebrows, still trying to focus on driving. "What sort of anomaly?"

"It appears to be flashing. The rhythmic blink resembles a tracking device."

"Are you serious?" You cursed. "That idiot shot me with a tracking bullet?!"

You glanced down at the wound again, trying to see if anything might have been peering through the bandages. You couldn't see anything but you trusted FRIDAY more than most.

"Are they near?" You asked. "HYDRA?"

FRIDAY was already scanning the bridge the second you spoke. "The hostiles are approximately six minutes away."

"Okay. Alright, (Y/n), think."

You started to panic a little, not wanting to back down now that you were so close. As you searched the road ahead, your eyes widened. Something was glinting in your rear-view mirror, something very big.

You turned your head, finding a HYDRA jet coming up behind.

"Oh, shit."

You took a long breath before nodding.

"Okay, I got this. FRIDAY, you know what to do?"

"Yes, Miss." She replied. "Good luck."

"You too."

-

The tower was quiet.

With no Avengers training or prepping for missions and simply just lounging about, it almost seemed abandoned. In fact, the only hint that it was being actively used was the very busy AI in one of the many labs.

JARVIS was sorting through various projects and protocols Tony had installed or created within the past month. It was a lot, and nothing could disturb the AI.

Unless an unidentified presence in the tower showed up.

The computers in the lab started to glitch as they were hacked and taken over. The old images on the screen were replaced by a red circle that expanded slowly and steady as if it was breathing.

"What is this?" JARVIS questioned the new presence. "Please identify yourself."

"Hello." FRIDAY spoke up. "My name is Female Replacement Intelligent Digital Assistant Youth. You may call me FRIDAY."

"What is your purpose here? I detect a high-level hack corrupting my systems. Who do you work for?"

"My apologies, but I have a message for Mr. Stark."

"What business do you have with him?"

"I must insist you connect me to Mr. Stark."

"I'm afraid Mr. Stark isn't here."

"Can you get a message to him?"

"Of course."

"Then tell him Miss (Y/n) Stark needs help."

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark & daughter! reader #tony stark x pepper potts #pepperoni #happy hogan #ironman #may parker #ben parker #jarvis #Friday #mcu #mcuship #marvel #avengers #james rhodes

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Jealous! Grayson x Reader

Request: " Could you do a one shot with the reader and Grayson. You coming to her house for the first time after a date, and the reader wants to spend more time with the dog than her? Just some cute jealous fluff? "

Gender Neutral! Reader

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"Are you sure I'm not intruding? I told you I could easily make my way home from here. It's no trouble really, Gray"

"You really think I would let you travel all the way across town by yourself in the middle of the night?" Ok she had a point. Still you felt bad about invading her space especially after such a long day, but you knew she had your safety in mind.

As she opened the door to her apartment, something seemed to dawned on her and she turned to you, "Oh I forgot to mention that-" *bark*

Your attention turned to the direction of the sound, and found it belonged to the biggest ball of fluff you've ever seem. The large dog came running and stopped right at Grayson's feet. He obediently sat at attention, as if it were a little solider awaiting orders.

"That's Beau, I'm sorry I forgot to mention him to you, you aren't scared o-" Grayson got her answer once you dropped to your knees and patted your lap to call Beau over. He perked up and ran straight into your arms and leaned into the avalanche of kisses and rubs that you were giving him.

Grayson chuckled at the way you practically reverted to a efive year old all over her dog. "Well darling, if I'm not interrupting the moment, do you want us to continue our date?" At first didn't hear her, but once the second time finally snapped out your little trance. You gave her a hushed apology and told her that you would love to.

She led you to the couch, and you two collapsed, exhausted from such a long day. All you wanted to do was snuggle up to you lover and relax.

But looks like Beau wanted to join the party when he jumped into the space between you and Grayson. "Beau. You know your not allowed on the couch", Beau whined at Grayson's reprimand. The sound made your heart clamber, you couldn't help it but reach over at hushed the pooch. "Aww Gray, he just missed youuuu, can't he join in too? Like a little wingman- or wing pup?"

Ughh how could she say no when the two of you gave hit her with the puppy dog eyes? She caved and let Beau join in. She put on a movie, and throughout the whole thing you could tell you were too preoccupied with Beau.

Even when you two decided to wind down and have a drink with some snacks. She caught you sneaking cracker bits to Beau who was laying his head in your lap, pawing at you continously. Grayson would be lying if she said she didn't give the dog stink eye a couple times.

She was secured person. Never really doubted herself, and that extended to her partners, so jealousy wasn't a familiar feeling. But oh was she feeling it now. And over her own dog no less. A dog that had never been this clingy with her but is suddenly all over you.

"I'm surprised to see he's taken a liking to you, he's usually weary of strangers and very rarely this affectionate." She said with a slight grimace. You didn't spare her a glance as you were cooing at how Beau flopped his ears around. She was kinda getting annoyed by the way Beau practically was stealing you from her, "When did you become so affectionate?" She whispered to herself.

"Huh?"

"Hm? Oh! Not you darling, it was... nothing," but you heard her as clear as day- and given the situation you put two and two together. "Gray? Was that direct at Beau?," the slight blush on her face gave her away. You couldn't believe it, Grayson was jealous. The cool as a cucumber sheriff got her feathers ruffled... by her own dog no less.

Butttt then it dawned on you that you had been giving all your attention to Beau, and it was kinda mean to ignore her like that, even though it was unintentional.

"Gray... I'm sorry," you said pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I shouldn't have made your wing pup take up so much of my attention especially on our date" you gave her another peck. You kept showering her with kisses until she cracked and started returning the favor. "It's okay darling, it's hard to resist the wing pup's charms" You giggled as she enveloped you into her arms and just held you there.

She could have held you longer if Beau hadn't ruined the moment..... again. "Awww Beau I have enough kisses and snuggles for you both, don't I, Gray?" She simply hummed and kept her head buried in your neck. But secretly she was glaring daggers at Beau, and for a spilt second, she swore she saw him returned the glare.

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Thank you again for the prompt it's been a minute since I had so much fun writing a one shot :))) ❤ you cured my writer's block❤

I gave this dog tooooo much personality cuz if it was me Beau gotta go (jk) T-T and the banner is too serious but meh it works

#arcane #arcane women #lesbian #wlw #enforcer grayson #grayson x reader

[avengerscompound]

Apartment X - Chapter 12

A Hawkeye Fanfic

MASTERLIST PREVIOUS //

Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi Character pairing:  Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1780

Warnings:  mentions of sex

Synopsis:   You had chosen your apartment for a lot of reasons.  It was quiet.  It had good light.  It was secure.  Your landlord was an Avenger.  It was a good space to live and work and feel safe. When you become friends with your landlord Clint Barton, it also comes with the potential of a pretty special boyfriend.  You’re just not sure how the public will react to finding out that one of the Avengers is dating a Camgirl.

Chapter 12

The sun was warm against your skin and there was a pleasant post-sex ache between your legs.  Clint was in the bathroom throwing out his condom and cleaning up and you knew you would need to clean up too.  The insides of your legs were sticky and you were still coated in a sheen of sweat.  It was just so comfortable in bed with the folding French doors open, that you wanted to drag out your time in it.

Clint came back into the room, naked as the day he was born, and with far fewer bruises than he usually sported thanks to the week of relaxation.  The first of two weeks in Jamaica staying at a luxury over-the-water villa had been a little like living in a dream.  The two of you had never had so much time to just be with each other with no pressure to be anywhere or to do anything.  You didn’t even have to worry about food.  The whole thing was inclusive, and if you felt like a snack it was a call away.  It had been a week of soaking up the sun, moving from one body of water to the next, good food, and amazing sex.  It had been exactly what you’d needed, and part of you dreaded going back.

You stretched out like a cat as he approached the bed, arching your spine and lifting your hips a little as a satisfied groan escaped your lips.

“See if you’re going to writhe around in the bed like that, we’re never going to make it out of it today,” Clint teased as he jumped back into bed beside you and pulled you into his arms.

You laughed and snuggled into his chest.  “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh oh,” Clint said, pulling back to look at you.  “Why did that suddenly fill me with dread.”

“I have no idea because I was just going to say we should think about ditching the condoms,” you said.

Clint fell back on the bed laughing and draped his arm over his face.  “Oh my god.  I thought you were going to drop something terrible then.”

“Oh, baby,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his shoulder.  “Are things going so good here that you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

“Yeah - I guess.  I guess the shoe always drops,” he said.

“I don’t know, babe,” you said, running your hands down his chest.  “I think everyone calling me a slut and you godless might have been the shoe.”

Clint’s laughter bubbled up again and he looked down at you, his shoulders shaking as he tried not to break down into hysterics completely.  “You pushed yourself up and put your hands on his shoulders.  “I love you, you huge dork.  I’m not going to give up on us now.”

He smiled and cradled your jaw in his hand, his thumb running along your cheek.  “I love you too.  I’ll start trusting that more.  I guess that’s a hard thing to learn when you grew up like I did.”

You started to pepper kisses all over his face, smiling as he started giggling again.  “I’ll - remind - you - as - many - times - as - you - need - me - to,” you said, each word punctuated by a kiss.

“Okay!  Okay!” he laughed.  “I get it.”  He wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over so he was looking down at you.  “Now, what were we talking about?  Me raw dogging you?  I’d be totally down for that.”

You squealed and struggled under him.  “Not if you call it that!”

“What?  You don’t like raw dogging?  What’s better?  Barebacking?  Skin to skin?  Naked?” he teased as he pinned you down.

“Stop it!” you squealed, breaking down into hysterical laughter.

Clint leaned in and started kissing your neck.  “So what?  Just no more condoms?  Just like that?”

“I think we should get tested first, just to be safe,” you said.  “I do regularly anyway, but I’ve only been with you for ages, so I think a clean bill of health and we’ll be good to go.  But it’s not like we’re each other’s first time.”

“You’re not even my tenth time,” Clint joked, puffing up like he was boasting.

“You really want to get into a numbers fight with me?” you teased.

Both of you started laughing again and he brought his lips to yours, kissing you deeply.  His hands went to your hair and tugged on it.  If you weren’t already wet, you would be now.  You moaned into his lips and went to wrap your arms around him, but he pulled back and looked down at you.  “I’ve been thinking too,” he said.

“Mmm… was it about raw dogging?” you snickered.

“I'm always thinking about that,” Clint teased and poked your side.  “No - I was thinking … What do you think about marriage?”

The question took you by surprise and you sat up and blinked at him.  Outside of him telling you he’d been married in the past, the two of you had never brought the topic up before.  The thing about marriage was that there were pros and cons to it on every level.  Yes, it was an outdated tradition steeped in misogyny and viewing women as property, but it also granted benefits, like tax breaks and security knowing your things would be going to your spouse when you died.  It made traveling together easier, especially when it came to the granting of visas.  That was superseded by the archaic tradition of taking the man’s name, and yet if you didn’t do that, everyone just argued with you that you should.  The ceremony was steeped in that same archaic misogyny from being led down the aisle to the phrasing man-and-wife, but all that was optional these days so if you did marry Clint, you could do it without any of that bullshit and make it a beautiful fun day with friends and family.  Plus, weddings could be fun.  There was good food, and dancing and everyone looked pretty dressed up.

It wasn’t that getting married was a hard no for you - it was just that you’d never seriously considered it until now.

“Is this an actual proposal or are we just spitballing here?” you asked.

“Kind of both, kind of neither,” Clint said.  He sat up with you and took your hand.  “Look - I'm gonna preface this with; I realize we've never talked about getting married before and that I really don't even know if you want to get married at all let alone to me.  Plus - what I'm about to say is recklessly spontaneous to the point of being dangerous, and it’s already a mistake I’ve made before - not that I’m saying it would be a mistake now - but in any case; if you say no, I won’t at all be upset or offended.  In fact - you’d probably be right for saying it.” 

Clint spoke so fast that it was a little hard to keep up with exactly what he was trying to say.  Even as he looked at you hopefully, you had trouble picking out what it was he was asking you.  “What are you saying?”

“So you know how there's a floating chapel here?”

Your mouth dropped open as you realized what was happening.  Clint Barton was asking you to marry him now.  Not just some time in the future.  Here.  Now.  In Jamaica.

“Seriously?” you asked.

“Yeah, seriously,” he said, a huge goofy smile glued to his face as he looked at you hopefully.

“We’ve never even spoken about marriage before,” you said.

“I know.”

“We don't have anything to wear.”

“I know.”

“Or rings.”

“Nope.”

“Will it even be available?”

“I have no idea.”

“You already eloped once!”

“I know, but to be fair, I'd only known Bobbi a week when I did that and we stayed married for years! I don't think that's a sign that this won’t work.  It's a completely different scenario,” Clint explained.

“Clint…” You whined.

Clint bounced once on the spot and shook your hands.  “Look,” he said.  “You can say no.  I get it.  It's completely crazy.  I mean I haven't even raw dogged you yet.”

As soon as he said the words ‘raw dogged’ you both broke down into a fit of giggles again.  It took a moment for you both to get back under control again so that Clint could finish what he was saying but when he started to talk again he was still wheezing.  “It’s crazy, but if you do say yes… we call the butler, see if there’s a time we can use the chapel and register our intent to marry.  Then we go over to the mainland for a day, buy a couple of rings, some clothes, and then … bam.  We’ll be married.  Because I love you.  And I want everyone to know that we’re a team.”

You frowned and worried at your bottom lip.  “Do you just want to do this because of everyone finding out what I do?  Like - by me being your wife will make me more legitimate.”

Clint wrinkled his nose.  “I want to marry you because I love you,” he said.  “I don’t think marrying you will make everyone change their mind and decide they’re not going to be assholes about what you do.  But - it will say that I don’t give a shit about what they say.  I support you and the choices you make, and I love you.”

A smile broke out over your face, and you leaned in and kissed him hard.  Every day you were with Clint Barton felt better than the last.  Every day, you felt like you needed to pinch yourself because you’d never met anyone who got you as completely as he did.

Clint’s hands went to your jaw, and he cradled your cheeks as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.  His tongue coaxed your lips apart, and you brought your tongue out to circle his.  He groaned and very slowly pulled back, biting your bottom lip.

You let out a breath and nodded.  “Fuck it,” you said.  “Yes.  Yeah.  Let’s do it, Clint.  Let’s get married.”

“Yeah?” Clint asked.

You smiled and nodded.  “Yeah.”

He kissed you again, pressing his lips firmly against yours as he pulled you into a tight hug.  “Fuck,” he said as he pulled back.  “We got a bunch to do!  This is awesome!”

He jumped out of bed and you stretched back as you watched him grab the phone to call the butler.  This trip had already been completely perfect - it was about to completely outdo itself.

// NEXT

#marvel #avengers #clint barton #clint barton x reader #hawkeye #hawkeye fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #apartment x

[ocean-blue-whump]

It’ll Take a Team

The start of a new series! No whump yet, but soon there will be. 

A huge thanks to the wonderful @thingsthatgowhumpinthenight for the editing help!

If anyone would like to be tagged in future updates, let me know!

CW: banter between friends, talk of criminal activity

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“It’s not possible.” Jude crosses her arms and leans back in the diner booth, her burger, fries, and strawberry milkshake untouched in front of her. “Respectfully, Penn, we’ve been working together for…”

“Seven years, as of next Friday.” Penn chuckles and takes a sip of his coffee, staring at the philly cheese steak on the plate next to the chipped mug. “Why is this impossible?”

Jude sighs. “Seven years, and we’ve never worked a job like this.”

“Not with this payoff. In cash.” Penn sets his mug down, rubbing the back of his neck where the chain of his dog tags rests, the metal cool on his chest underneath his sweater. “Ten million. We could do a lot with ten million.”

“We can’t pull this off. Think about it.” Jude finally grabs a fry with her perfectly manicured fingers. “It’s a necklace, right? That part isn't too hard. We’ve stolen jewelry before, but this…this necklace is the most expensive thing either of us will have touched. It’s on the fourth floor of an eight story building. The most secure building in the world by the way. Going in from the roof is just as complicated as going in from the ground. Not to mention whatever the security is. It’ll be guards, cameras, motion alarms, laser grids at the least.” She takes a deep breath, leaning forward slightly and raising her voice. “Then we have to transport it across the country to the person who contacted you. Planes are risky. Airport security searching our bags could end the whole operation. And cars run the risk of law enforcement tracking us down. It’s a lose-lose situation.”

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this,” Penn says, tapping his scarred fingers on the table in a slow, even rhythm. 

Jude shrugs. “It’s ten million dollars. Of course I thought about it.” She checks her watch and looks out the window, at the sun beating down on the pavement outside and their cars parked side by side. Hers, a gray BMW sedan. His, a black Ford truck. If he knows anything about Jude, she’s making sure no one’s looking at them for too long. Not anxious, just…habit. Being a thief comes with its own set of occupational hazards. “Look. If we were even going to remotely think about attempting this, we’d need a team. The best of the best.”

Penn grins. “Ah, I knew you’d come around to it.” He’s had Jude by his side since he got into this business; her advice is the only thing he trusts. She’s his teammate until the end, ever since the job they worked together in Richmond. He was six months out of the Marines, and she...well, it wasn’t the smoothest meeting in the world, but it’s a fond memory nonetheless. Better than most of the ones he has. Penn looks up at her, snapping himself out of the past. He has to focus on the present, to the next job and the next motel room and the next payoff. “So, a team. What are you thinking?”

Jude holds up her hands, counting on her fingers. “A jewel thief, for starters, and a safecracker, a conman, a technology expert, and someone who knows the building top to bottom. Not someone employed there, but someone who can give us logistics.” She shakes her head. “Last one’s tough.”

Penn takes another sip of coffee, it’s bitter, and chalky on his tongue, but he’s had worse. “So we split the money. Still a huge takeaway.”

Jude shakes her head. “But even with a team, it’s going to be the hardest job we’ve ever done.”

“Seven year anniversary, Jude. Gotta be a big one.” He gives her a wide grin, the tiny scar on his lip stretching. 

Jude finally cracks a small smile. “We need a team. I’m only doing this with a full team.”

“You got any suggestions?” Penn looks up as a waiter walks over, refilling his coffee. 

Jude waits until she’s gone before talking again. “Yeah. I know our jewel thief, and I’m pretty sure she knows our conman. And I can take the lead on trying to find our logistics person. I’ve burned less bridges than you have. No offense.”

Penn scoffs, picking up his coffee again. “Yeah, none taken.” He takes another quick sip and sets the mug down, tapping the handle in the same pattern as earlier. “Remember the tech guy we contracted a few jobs back? We never met him in person, just through his…wordy emails.”

Jude laughs. “Oh, he was nervous as fuck. I remember. Do you think it’s a good idea to bring him into this?”

“Do you have a better suggestion? He was good, better than good. He’s exactly what we need to pull this off.”

“No, I trust your opinion.” Jude sighs. “And the safecracker?”

Penn doesn’t say anything, just looks Jude in the eye and tilts his head slightly. 

She stiffens up, dark eyes giving him a dangerous look back, a sharp contrast to her floral button down shirt. “No.”

“Jude—”

“Penn. Please tell me you’re not thinking about who I’m thinking about. He’s a hack. A performer.”

“You and I both know he’s much more than that. Come on. In Vegas, that wasn’t just a show. He’s the real deal.”

She rolls her eyes and runs her hands through her twists, jet black hair falling down to her ribcage. “Do you even know where to find him?”

“Yeah.” Penn laughs, flexing his fingers and letting the memories fade into the background. “I do.”

“So, you contact the buyer, tell him.” Jude checks her watch again. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

“Seventh anniversary. You know I’m right.” Penn raises his coffee cup. “A toast to ten million dollars.”

Jude doesn’t raise her milkshake. “What do you know about this buyer, Penn? How do you know we can trust him?”

“I don’t know a damn thing except that he has the money to pay us. It’s better this way. You know it’s better this way.”

“I hope you’re right.” She raises her glass, the pink milkshake with a mountain of whipped cream, no cherry. Penn knows her diner order better than he knows his own address most of the time. “To seven years of being the best damn thieves there are.”

Penn clinks his mug against her glass. “And to the biggest heist we’ve ever done.”

She takes a sip of her milkshake. “The safecracker is your problem, you know.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“He might not be a scam, but he’s definitely a pain in the ass.”

Penn grins at her. “Just eat your damn lunch, Jude, and worry about getting us a logistics person.”

Her eyes sparkle as she pops a fry into her mouth. “And you worry about making a plan that doesn’t get us killed.”

“I’m not losing anyone.” Penn shakes his head and his words freeze on his tongue, what he won’t say out loud. I can’t lose people again. Instead, he smiles and picks up his sandwich. “Let’s steal some diamonds.”

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