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mamirhodessxox · 1 month

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One request. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Angry black suit cody. 😍😍😍

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Ask and you shall recieve shnookum 🤓☝️

Settle Down

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody fires himself up during his Monday Night Raw promo which results into Y/N having to help calm him down backstage.

Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Y/N being a sweetie, angry cody 🤗‼️ (No smut in this one since next oneshot will include smut)

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“The Rock, took to instagram last week following up with a very entertaining rock concert, too bad he didn’t wanna be here tonight..” the crowd booed “Rock referred to himself as our favorite heel..?” Cody’s voice echoed throughout the arena talking & saying “The nature boy rick flair was a heel. Rock..I don’t think you’re a heel I think you’re an asshole..” Cody scowled directly into the Camera while standing inside the ring as if you two were making eye contact despite the fact you were backstage watching this all go down on the tv that laid against the wall of his dressing room.

“Haven’t you been crying behind the scenes this whole time? I mean once that hashtag came out once they started chanting something else, you went and CRIED to your buddies on the TKO board ‘HEY HEY! This is gonna be some good pr for the rock I need to save wwe’ god knows look at thise house we sure needed saving right?! He said it’s gonna be this great pr for the rock until it wasn’t..” Cody ranted while circling around staring directly at the live camera & you immediately noticed that he was beginning to fire himself up the more he spoke.

“Rock, the TKO folks said to you oh my gosh yes rock yes put on your gucci shirt your muscles will look so big YES YES YES YES! The reason they said it is because they are YES people they are enablers they don’t tell you like it is, so I’m going to.” Cody scoffed as he went on another tangent on how he could admit many things on the Rock but then he pissed himself off so much to the point where he started becoming more verbally agressive “Rock you are also a terrible Salesman a carny succubus and for those who don’t know what that means..Your a whiney BITCH.” He snapped.

Y/N sat in the dressing room staring directly into the fury of his eyes right through the television screen, all this talk about the rock had genuinely started becoming angering to him & bothersome that he somehow managed to upset himself the more he spoke. “You haven’t been in the ring in real time action in YEARS! And April 6th the BELL is gonna ring! What happens rock when it rings? Are you gonna have all that Big Dwayne Energy or LDS?! Little. DICK. Syndrome!” He shouted while all of the fans within the arena started Chanting, Cheering, Shouting waving around their signs while even the announcers chuckled to themselves.

For the rest of his promo he continued ranting, shouting & even going as far as making a sudden deal with The Wiseman Paul Heyman, threatening to pull a Homelander & rip out his throat if he didn’t get to the point which left Paul a little shocked. Once his promo for the night was finished You immediately left the dressing room just as he rushed his way backstage huffing and puffing mumbling with Jey & then approaching you hut you held up your hands that lightly knocked against his chest about to speak but you shook your head

“Cody I can tell you’re pissed off, You upset your own self just by talking about Dwayne alone & before You do anything like take off the suit, get comfortable, go to the bus I need you to grab some water & take a breath.” You spoke softly as you noticed his hands were shaking in irritation and inner rage before he took a deep breath & exhaled while nodding.

“Good. Now let’s get you out of that suit & into the bus before Pharaoh looses his mind..” you pat his shoulder while you two went to the dressing room. You helped him get undressed and for a moment he just legit stood there with boxers on ranting his heart out “Had the nerve on him to mention MY mother y/n and complain about me shedding ONE tear ONE SINGULAR TEAR but this entire time he’s bitching and WHINING to TKO” he started shouting a bit while you folded his suit & packed it away. You turned around & started shushing him softly and pat his chest “Baby your yelling, Settle down okay? I know your pissed hell I would be do if someone talked about my parents like that. But I need you to lower your voice, your throats gonna go raw. Like Monday.”

Cody chuckled at the corny joke you had made to help cheer him up while pulling him into a warm hug as you practiced deep breathes with him “Thank you sweetheart I don’t know what i’d do without you.” You smiled shrugging “I don’t know either.” He snorted and pressed a kiss against your lips “alright now pipe down a bit.” You laughed before giving him one more kiss.

Cody was not an easily angered man, until things like his parents or loved ones getting mentioned but when he had You around? He was going to go a long way when you knew how to calm down in the right ways.

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hatchetno1 · 2 months

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sage forest mental institution.

chapter 6. in which you gain information from a certain apparition. word count: 1.7k note: WARNING. mentions of sa/rape (does not happen to you). no descriptions, but it is talked about. cw: jeff is a BITCH, and as mentioned above, mentions of rape.

He said he loves you, but you have no idea how credible that statement is.

For one, he’s mentally ill as fuck, and it could very well be true. You’re the first normal person he’s come into contact with for ages—two years, he’d said, seventeen when he was taken in, and nineteen now. But the common sense that kept you alive in society tells you it’s not possible because it’s barely even been a day since you met him.

But then again, you’re meant to be his therapist. And as his therapist, you know it’s not so implausible that he genuinely feels affection, romantic at that, towards you. In fact, it’s not so uncommon that people fall in love with their therapists, for the human mind is wired to form deeply emotional relationships. Toby’s brain could very well be overcompensating for the years in which he hadn’t had a proper, healthy conversation with another human being, one that’s not a cold-blooded murderer. That effect would only be amplified by his personality disorder, affecting his ability to form normal human relationships.

“You’ve got your work cut out for you,” chuckles a voice from behind you.

You do what any sensible person does, which is to scream and jump and stare at the source in horror.

The Link cosplayer from the previous day of chaos is sticking his head out of a CCTV camera you hadn’t even noticed before.

“Where did that camera even come from?” You ask yourself.

He whistles. “You’re gonna get yourself killed one day with that amazing lack of perception. Also, rude much? You didn’t even greet me.”

“You didn’t either,” you blurt out.

“Good point. But know that if you keep that tone up I might just kill you.” He grins at you maliciously, and you feel yourself breaking out into a cold sweat.

“I’m sorry—”

“Oh my god, how dumb are you?” He rolls his eyes.

“…Huh?”

He sighs, and you wonder if he’s starting to get irritated at you. You don’t like people being irritated at you. You most certainly do not enjoy ghosts (?) being upset at you.

“You are off-limits in this household,” he explains. “The Operator will have our heads otherwise.”

“Oh.” That makes sense. “But…could you not listen in next time? I’m not sure how they’ll react to their…well, their deepest secrets being listened in on.”

He makes a tsk noise. “How else are you going to get information on them to treat them better, lest Slendy have your head?” There it is again, that nickname. But for now, you concede. “It’s true. I’m definitely not qualified, but I’m pretty sure even therapists get their information from multiple sources if they can,” you comment. The Link cosplayer—BEN, as EJ had told you yesterday—nods, and pulls himself out of the camera, hands pushing himself out of what you assume to be cyberspace, and floats down to the beanbag below the camera. Honestly, you’re still wondering how you hadn’t noticed that camera, and you internally berate yourself for it as you mirror him, slumping on your own beanbag.

“So,” he begins, bloody eyes gazing straight into your soul, “You must be wondering what the fuck just happened.” You note his use of profanity and nod slowly.

BEN sinks back into the beanbag—he can interact with physical objects, apparently—and rests his head on his palms placed behind his head like a makeshift pillow. “For starters, Toby is fucked,” he explains, and before you can give him a smartass no shit Sherlock answer, he continues. “I know you can’t see what’s on Slender’s table. He tends to fuck with your head like that. He only lets you see what he wants you to see. Nothing more. But anyways, basically he has a laptop or something on his desk. And obviously, you know I can manipulate electronics,” he wiggles his fingers, “And so that’s how I discovered there was something on his table, ‘cause even I can’t see it. But I know what’s on it.” He grins, and you start to doubt his intentions.

“Wait, why are you helping me?” You start carefully, but he waves your question away. “Later.” You doubt him even harder.

“But yeah, anyways, he has a bunch of info on his proxies on there. It’s pretty hard even for me to read that shit on there because he messes with your perception and shit, so I’m not even sure if that info’s real or not, and if he knows I’m inside or not and is hence giving me weird info or whatever.” He pauses. “You prefer your info verbally or written down?”

You think for a bit. “Verbally,” you choose carefully. Unlikely to leak in case shit hits the fan somehow, and easier to clarify.

“Good choice,” he remarks with another grin, retracting his legs into a crossed position, elbow on his knee and resting his cheek on it. “Hm, where do I start…Tobester it is, I guess.”

He clears his throat. “To summarize the mindfuck of data on Slendy’s hellish computer, Toby was wiped of his memories because he decided the sheer amount of trauma would fuck with his ability to do his job. But he notes that the effects of the trauma remain, though not in full, what with the no memories shit and all. If you wanna treat him…well, I dunno, you could either gaslight him into forgetting his trauma responses,” he giggles here, “or you gotta dig those painful memories out and get him to…mm, what’s that called again? Processing? Yeah, you gotta get him to process that shit.”

“Hm,” you grunt, not knowing how else to respond. “Anything else?”

BEN chuckles. “Hey now, princess. Can’t leak all my precious info immediately, can I?” Then he continues, “Invading that stupid fucking computer is hard fucking work. I’m never doing that shit again.” His eyes slowly slide back to yours, and his grin widens maliciously. “Not for free, that is.”

And in a flash, he pounces on you, and you yelp, squirming to escape his ice-cold touch, but he’s surprisingly strong for being a ghost. He traces your jaw, laughing at your state. “Oh, my precious innocent human,” he drawls. “What did you expect?”

It’s true. What did you expect?

“You,” he pokes your nose, causing you to retract even further, “Are going to treat Jeff and EJ as well.”

Huh?

He clicks his tongue and settles back on his own beanbag, sighing. “I’m a poltergeist, not a rapist. That’s Jeff’s job.”

Your jaw extends outwards in horror.

“Yeah. I don’t really care though,” he shrugs. “He even tells me about it. It’s kinda gross.”

Your head spins. You’re going to throw up. But you stay firmly rooted in your place. You’re a therapist for serial killers now, you can’t be fazed by a brief mention.

BEN doesn’t seem to notice your distress, or if he does, he doesn’t show it. “I don’t give a shit about what he does to randos, but I do give a shit about how he feels. I live with the fucker and I’d hate for how he feels to affect me.” You start thinking that BEN hides his own emotions from himself too, but he seems a bit too self-aware for that. Though, you can’t eliminate that possibility.

“But anyways, he seems rather…sad? When he talks about it. Dunno if that’s the right word, but his eyes are usually all madman-like, but when he talks about raping his victims, that madness dies a bit. Maybe he does it for validation or something. And when he talks about it, it sounds kinda forced. I want you to find out what’s going on with that.”

“I mean…I’ll do it, I guess, but why do you want to know…?” You don’t buy that he doesn’t care about Jeff, so you probe a little.

“I’m interested. Also, I wanna tease him about it if he has a breakthrough regarding it or something.” He shrugs. “Oh, and about EJ, I just want him to motherfucking eat in peace without whining to me or literally anyone that he can’t eat kidneys and cult shit and whatever.” At your look of confusion, he explains. “I don’t think he’s the type to hide this from you if he does agree to therapy,” he gags mockingly at the word, “but I might as well give you context anyway. He’s a demon, but he used to be human till some weird cult turned him into one. Then he went batshit and ate them all, and now he keeps whining about his diet, and it’s fucking annoying. Always wanted him to stop feeling so guilty.”

Yeah, he definitely cares about his friends, though he might not even call them friends out loud. And so out of respect for perhaps the only sane while friendly one in this cursed house, you say, “Yeah, I’ll try.”

He grins at you again. “Good. Do that, and I’ll give you more info as you go.”

Then you start to regret it a little because Jeff seems absolutely fucking whack.

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 1 month

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𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨:

𝙖/𝙣: jisung babygirling as normal 💅🏻

𝙩𝙬: fainting, jealousy, use of video recording

𝒍𝒆𝒆: han

𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @r00ni1

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“EAHAHA!” Jeongin screeched as your cold fingers slipped under his shirt again, pressing into his ribs and making him jolt.

You were in the process of trying to play a Zelda game with Jeongin and Jisung, but every time Innie had to concentrate on completing a task, your devious fingers always came in contact with his skin somehow.

“a-AHA! S-Stahap IHIT!” Innie tried to keep quiet, considering the other members were asleep already and he didn’t want them to wake up to his undignified cackling.

Neither of you noticed the very pouty Han in the background, his own character wandering off to the side as he watched your fingers walk all over the maknae’s torso.

He didn’t even notice as Link walked right off the edge of a cliff face, his finger pressed against the joycon controller in a distracted manner.

You continued to happily tickle Jeongin to pieces, right in front of Jisung.

He tried to stay normal. It was just tickling. Nothing much. No need to freak out.

But he wished it would happen to him anyway.

A big game over flashed on the screen, snapping you out of you happy trance as both of you glanced at Jisung, who finally realized that he had made Link walk off the cliff so many times that he died.

“Awe, man!” Jisung exclaimed as he was transported back a little, continuing to play normally, just with a little extra blush on his face.

After a while, he became poutier and clingier to the other members in general, purposefully avoiding and ignoring you as if you had done something wrong.

To say you were stressed out was an understatement. Considering Hannie doesn’t get angry often, you wondered if it was something you said or did to make him feel this way.

You were on the verge of giving up on trying to make it up to the ace, until you decided to talk to Minho, who revealed something very important.

“We all know Hannie loves being tickled, but he gets pretty jealous when us lers wreck the other members in front of him.” Minho started, tapping his chin. “He tells me not to do it in front of him ‘cause he can’t help it.”

Your eyes widened as you remembered the moment with Jeongin and how distracted Jisung seemed to be. He had also started to ignore you after that one night.

“Oh, and he loves it when I record him giggling. It’s the cutest thing ever, isn’t it?” Lino gushed, not seeming to notice your distracted voice as you excused yourself, heading to Hanji’s room and grabbing your camera on the way.

You entered his room, watching him sitting on his gaming chair and playing more Zelda without you, something that made your heart pang.

Grabbing his chair and spinning it around, you snatched the headphones gently form his head and placed it on the table next to him, leaning over and pausing the game.

“What the—” Hannie turned to you, and immediately crossed his arms and pouted.

“I’m sorry for tickling Jeongin in front of you.” You apologized, setting the camera up on his desk, facing him.

He didn’t even seem to notice, staring at you with his arms still crossed.

“How about I make it up to you?” You offer, climbing onto his lap and playing with his cheeks, your legs subconsciously slipping into the arm rest gaps to trap him there.

You suddenly grab both his wrists and yank them up, pinning them to the top of the chair.

“H-Hey…what are you doing?” Hannie seemed to get nervous, trying to twist away and finding your grip to be a lot stronger than it looked.

“Oh—now you’re gonna talk to me?~” You shot your other hand to his side and pinched a sensitive spot in his upper torso, grinning deviously as he bit his lip to contain his loud squeak.

“Nonono! Please! Don’t…” Jisung begged, trying to find an escape.

You leaned over to start the camera recording. “Oh? But you want this~”

He squirmed and watched in horror as your hand tapped at his ribs thoughtfully before digging in deep, earning you a loud squeal before chaotic laughter.

“n—AHAHAHA! PLEHEASE PLEASE OHOHO MYHYHY GOAHAHAHAD!” He screamed as your fingers never stilled, only speeding up as you tickled wherever you could reach, his armpits to his sides to his ribs…anywhere, really.

Hanji kicked out wildly as he sputtered and tried to back away from your hands, and you only tickled him harder as he arched his body and slammed it back into the chair.

“PLEHEHEASE PLEASE NOHOHOHO IHIHIT’S BAHAHAHAD!” He squeaked as you dug your fingers deep into his armpits again.

When you gave him a quick break before diving for his neck, Jisung held his breath, squirming around as he tried to desperately hold in his giggles.

His body writhed and shook and his face turned a bright red, Jisung’s eyes widening as you stroked along his collarbone.

He tried to hold out, he really did. You frowned at the lack of hysterical laughter.

You scratched a little harder at the spot before reaching down and slipping your fingers right up his shirt, scribbling over that sensitive spot from earlier and watching him break immediately.

“YAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE PLEHEHAHAHAHA!” He begged, but no matter how hard he tried, it took him a little while to realize that we has trapped in place, left to endure whatever torture you had planned for him.

Hanji bucked up and down with strained squeals as your fingers tickled over his armpits until he screamed, tears practically streaming down his flushed face.

“STOHOHOHOP STOHOP, PLEHEHEHEASE!” He pleaded, but you shook your head and sighed.

“How long will it take you to understand?~” You started. “I’m not stopping, not until you faint.” You only continued to move you fingers quicker.

“YOHOHOHOURE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN—!!” He whined, though his face took on a bright red tinge and his thrashing started to die down due to exhaustion.

“You don’t want that?” You immediately slowed your fingers, but Hannie shouted. “NONONOHOHO, DOHON’T STAHAHAP!”

“Okay, okay…” You grinned at his words, leaning in to blow a raspberry onto his neck while you continued to destroy his torso, his pinned arms tugging like crazy.

Soon enough, the boy underneath you became more and more tired, body twitching and his lungs gasping for air.

“nohohohoho…stohohohop…” Hannie panted, the ticklish feeling fading away and his eyes started to droop.

And just like that, he was gone, an irreversible smile on his face as he slumped completely.

You stilled your fingers completely, rubbing a little at his red wrists because of the grip you had to use to keep them up.

You expected him to wake up after a minute of two. Minho did say that was how long it took for him to wake up when he practically killed him.

You reached over to switch off the camera, climbing off of his lap slowly and laying him down on the bed. You replayed the video and involuntarily smiled throughout the whole video.

Grabbing your phone, you transferred the video to it and immediately sent the file to Minho.

Minutes later, he was barging in and engulfing you in a hug. “He looks so cute.” He mumbled, and you giggled at the usually stoic member’s happiness.

He ran to grab Jisung a glass of water and a slice of cheesecake per your request, and you laid down next to the unconscious boy, waiting for him to wake up.

Half an hour later, both of you were getting worried. Hanji didn’t seem to be waking up anytime soon and you were seriously panicking inside.

“What do I killed him?! He was telling me to stop and I didn’t what if I actually killed him?!” You gasped out, fumbling with your hands as Minho tried to calm you down, but deep inside he was freaking out too.

Then the boy underneath you stirred a little. The room fell dead silent as both of you stared at him with wide eyes.

“hyung...?” His voice sounded exhausted and rough from how hard he was squealing earlier.

Both you and Minho dive towards him and engulf him in a warm hug promptly. His cheek squished against the side of your neck and he smiled against your skin.

Gosh, he was just too adorable.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jisungie, did I go too hard?” You whispered, guilt flooding up your senses.

“No…no it was amazing, actually.” Hannie whispered back. “Thank you.” You smiled down at him and handed him the glass of water.

Both you and Minho fed him the cheesecake. You could never get over how happy Jisung was to have the same energy everytime he ate this one cake.

He pouted and made grabby hands at your phone, and you handed him the video. “Don’t even think about deleting it. It’s stored in my iCloud.”

Hannie laughed at that. “I’m not gonna delete it.” He played the video and grinned as he listened to himself cackling crazily.

“I never thought I would look nice laughing.” Jisung commented afterwards, and Minho gasped at that.

“In my opinion, I think you’re at your prettiest when you’re laughing.” Lino hmph-ed, and you nodded with him. “I agree.”

Jisung blushed a deep red before sending the video to himself. “Thank you” he said again, throwing himself into your arms and promptly falling asleep.

The two of you cuddled till the very next morning, where Hannie awoke to the sound of his own laughter and loud “Awe!”s echoing throughout the dorm.

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee han #ler reader

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Give it All to 'Em

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: Yes - anon

Prompt: You’re one of the best singers and when you meet Elvis, sparks fly. He denies your relationship in front of the press and it breaks you. But don’t worry, Elvis has a way to make it up to you. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: None!

Rating: Pg, this is soft || Word Count: 2527

A/N: Ok the ending of this is my favorite and also my new dream. Also I try to pick gifs from the time period I imagine him in while i'm writing but its SLIM pickins yall.

🦋 mila

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“So, I’m thinking soft waves with a barrette here,” says your hairstylist Loretta. She bunches up your hair and holds her finger in the place where the barrette will go so you could visualize it.

“Perfect, I love it,” you respond.

“Oh, you’re gonna look so beautiful tonight! It must be exciting to go to all of these movie premiers!” Loretta says.

“I love doing them,” you concede. “And the only reason I’ll look so good tonight is because of the amazing job you’re doing on my hair, Loretta.”

Before she can respond, forty more people start crowding around you to finish your makeup, nails, and put the finishing touches on your accessories. By the time Loretta is finished with your hair, you're all ready to go, aside from slipping into your dress. It's a magnificent garment, and everyone knows it. Simple but elegant, the shining fabric hugs your hips and waist perfectly and drapes along your body like molten gold. You know you look incredible.

You all cram into a limousine and take off, speeding for the premier. Your makeup artist finishes the last touch, a pair of bright red lips, right before you're set to walk out onto the carpet. You take a deep breath before climbing out of the car and into the flashing lights. It's blinding at first, but you know the drill. You wave to the paparazzi as you pass and they shout your name. You're about to step up a small flight of stairs when a man’s voice interrupts your thoughts. It's deep and tender, and you glance up to see him offering a hand.

“Can I help you up those stairs, miss?”

And you couldn't mistake him for anyone else.

“Mr. Elvis Presley,” you say, a little in awe. You take his hand. “I’d like that.”

He leads you up the stairs and takes you all the way to the red carpet. You talk as you slowly make your way there.

“I’m a big fan of your music, Mr. Presley,” you say as the cameras flash around you.

“I’m a big fan of yours as well. You got one helluva voice there,” he replies, flashing a handsome grin. “Maybe we could work out a duet sometime? Blow the charts outta the water?”

You’ve seen him on television and heard him on the radio, of course, but he's so much more handsome in person. You find yourself quite taken with the southern gentleman standing before you. You smile, flashing your white teeth in that way you know men like.

“I’d like that very much, Elvis,” you reply in your smoothest voice.

“Elvis! Y/N! Pose for a photograph?” one of the paparazzi yells.

“Give the people what they want?” you ask, leaning in close to him. He glances down at your figure, which you know looks incredible under the folds of the dress and the bright lighting on the carpet.

“Give it all to 'em,” he agrees and steps close to you.

His arm snakes around your back and hooks onto your hip. You hang your bent elbow on his shoulder and pop your hip out sassily. Your other hand travels across to rest on his chest, and you throw your head back to flash your most charming smile. This is your signature pose and it accentuates all the right parts. You notice Elvis’ eyes wandering around your body as the cameras flashed. You make eye contact with each other and smile for a few photos. Feeling bold, you gently touch his jaw and brought his cheek to your lips, pressing a chaste kiss on the smooth skin. When you pull back, Elvis just smiled and chuckled. You've left a bright red mark with your lips.

“You are somethin else, ya know that,” he says.

The paparazzi start calling your name again, and you shoo Elvis off with your hands.

“Outta my photos, Elvis. You may be the King, but the Queen has arrived,” you say, turning to pose for more photos.

The rest of the night is uneventful, but when you exhaustedly climb into the limo to return home, your manager hands you a napkin. You unfold it and read. It has a phone number and is signed E.P. You smile to yourself and bite your lip.

The next day, you call, and Elvis picks up almost immediately. You get to talking, spending hours and hours on the phone chatting about everything you can think of. When you can't think of anything else to say, you start to see each other in person. You go to museums, for drives, or to the beach. Then, you start to go grocery shopping or help him with laundry. And eventually, you find yourself staying the night at Graceland.

That day, you'd gone for a long drive into the country and popped a tire and it had started to rain. You waited a few hours for help and eventually got back to Graceland safely, but totally drenched. And by the time you're trudging into the door, it's late. Too late for you to get a cab back to your apartment safely. Elvis insists you stay, even though you protest. Finally, he breaks you down and you agree.

“What am I supposed to do about my clothes, EP?” you ask, holding out your sweater. “Everything is soaked through.”

“You can borrow some of my clothes,” he responds, gesturing for you to follow him.

You get to check something off of your bucket list tonight, when you walk into Elvis Presley’s personal closet. You're expecting to see a lot more outrageous garments than you do. But you wind up in one of his simplistic white button-downs. He leaves you to get dressed by yourself. As you slides your arms through the holes, you breathe in his scent. He smells so homey, so warm.

You’ve caught feelings badly these last few weeks. You’ve gotten to know the Elvis Presley no one else does. He's sweet, funny, and charming. But most of all, he feels like home.

There are moments when you think maybe he likes you too, but they're fleeting and far between. You can't be sure. It could never work, anyway, with your schedules. You're widely recognized as two of the best singers around. It would be impossible to make time for each other.

You spend the night sleeping in the guest bedroom. Elvis makes you his famous peanut butter and banana sandwich for breakfast. Somehow, your sweater is still damp in the morning. So you put your trousers back on and just wear his button-down instead. As you're stepping off the doorstep to leave, he grabs your hand.

“Something wrong?” you ask.

“Would you wanna come to the premiere of ‘Jailhouse Rock’? I’d really like it if you were there. You know I hate all that posing and shit.”

You nod with a smile

“Of course I’ll be there. What are friends for?”

It hurts you to say it, but you swallow the bullet for both of your sakes. You squeeze his hand and run off to catch your ride home.

The next morning, you're jolted awake.

“What is this?”

You whirl around to see your manager at the foot of your bed. She has tossed the day’s newspaper onto the bed. You sit up, rubbing your eyes, and quickly skim the paper. There it is, on the front page: a photo of you leaving Graceland yesterday morning...in Elvis’ shirt…holding his hand and staring at him intensely. Even the black and white fuzz of the paper can show that.

“Uh…” you don't know what to say.

“Well, are you together or not?” she asks.

You shake your head.

“Not really…I mean…no.”

Just because you wish you were together doesn't mean that you are. And it certainly doesn't mean that he wishes the same.

“Well, in that case, you’d better stay low for the next few days. We don’t want people to think you’re too loose,” she says and the words make you shiver.

You just nod. You're tired anyway, to be honest. Being around Elvis so much is like being around water in a drought. But it also means that you're pining all the time, and it surprisingly takes a lot of your energy.

The next day, you stay in. You do a little songwriting, a little reading, and a lot of avoiding Elvis. In the evening, you're relaxing in bed and watching the television when Elvis pops onto your screen. You sit up and smile at his black and white face. It's a press conference for his newest film. You turn the volume up as one of the reporters starts a question.

“Hi, Mr. Presley. I think a lot of us are wondering about that photo in the papers yesterday - the one with you and Miss Y/N. Is she your new girl?”

“Yeah,” he says in that low southern drawl that ties your stomach in knots. “Uh, we’re not really together. We had some car problems, and she stayed the night for safety reasons. But we’re not an official item, no.”

Your heart drops a little. It isn't as if he’d lied. Everything that he’d said is true. You aren't together. But it doesn't lessen the pain you feel at being rejected in front of the public. You click the tv off and sink into bed for a night of restless sleep and maybe a few tears.

When you wake up the next morning, you feel full of dread. You tell your manager to let all your callers know that you're sick. You aren't really, of course, but you feel it. And in a lot of ways, you look it. You assume you’d be better the day after that, but still feel like crap. Almost a week passes before you get the energy to get dressed in the morning.

One afternoon, you're rolling around in bed still refusing to get up for the day when the doorbell rings. You wish desperately that you’d stayed in bed when you open the door to see Elvis standing there. He's holding a gift basket, with a stuffed bear and some chocolate.

“Surprise!” he says and smiles.

You stare at him for a minute, feeling a thousand different emotions at once. Even though anger is at the top of the charts, you push it down. It isn't his fault. You feign a smile and let him in.

“Oh, you know how much I love chocolate,” you say, digging into the basket.

“You feelin any better, darlin?” he asks, rubbing your back gently. Your fingers curl around the bear as if you're choking him.

What was he playing at?

“A little,” you say honestly. “Still…hurting a bit.”

“Well, that’s no good. I thought maybe I’d cheer ya up. So, I brought the basket, and I also thought if you were up to it, I’d make you dinner tonight.”

“You can’t cook, EP.”

“No, I learned one meal that I think I can make aright,” he replies with a chuckle. You don't have the energy to fight him - or an appetite, really - so you agree and go back upstairs to bed. To your surprise, you fall asleep and when you awake again, Elvis is gently rocking your shoulders and whispering your name.

“Dinner’s ready, baby,” he says. You roll over to tell him you’ve changed your mind and aren't feeling up to it, but when you see his face you can't do it. He's clearly so proud of what he's done.

“Alright. I’ll be down in a minute," you mumble.

"Why don't you wear ya favorite?" he suggests, pointing to your closet. "It might help ya feel better."

"I guess I can do that..." you mutter, still trying to wake up.

“Okay, but don’t be too long. I don’t want it to get cold.”

Once he’d left, you roll out of bed and rub your eyes. You decide right then that you're going to confront him and tell him the truth. You had always been confident, and that was one of your great strengths. But you want to look your best, whether you get rejected or not. So, you listen to his suggestion and put on your most flattering outfit before fixing your hair and going down.

When you walk out of your room, everything is pitch black. You carefully make your way down the stairs and around into the dining room.

“Elvis, why is everything so dark down he-”

You stop in your tracks when you enter the dining room. He's standing, in a full suit, holding a chair out for you. The room is illuminated with the soft light of a hundred candles, and a record is playing in the corner. He has a massive smile on his face, and the food is steaming on the table. Holding a hand to your heart, you elegantly sit in the chair he's holding out for you. You glance down at the food.

You can't help it. You just break and start to cry.

“Oh, no, darlin what’s wrong? Is it the food?” Elvis asks, scooting closer to you. “Did I do somethin wrong? I followed the directions, I-”

“I don’t understand you,” you say through tears.

“You what?”

“I don’t understand you!” you yell. “You call me all the time, you flirt with me, you take me out, you go through all this trouble. But you don’t want to be official with me. You don’t want to be 'together.'”

You bury your face in your hands and cry silently.

“Oh baby, oh baby,” he says, kneeling and curling his fingers around your hands. You let him have access to your face, and he wipes your tears. “Hey, stop that cryin. Baby, I just said that because I didn’t want ya gettin in any trouble. I didn’t know you wanted people to know we were together, darlin.”

Your sniffles stop.

“What?”

“I just told the press that cause I didn’t think you were ready for everybody to know,” he replies, wiping your tears.

“Y-y-you…already thought we were t-together?”

“Well, yeah,” he says, chuckling.

Your tears are all gone, now, replaced with anger. You smack him on the arm, and he immediately grabs it.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you hiss. “I’ve been laying in bed for three days because of you!”

“I thought ya were sick?”

“Yeah, I was sick with LOVE,” you shout the last word. “Because I thought you didn’t love me back, you idiot. And what do you mean, ‘well yeah’?”

You repeat his own words through a terrible impersonation of his voice.

“I just thought…well I thought we both knew and that we didn’t need to say nothin. But I didn’t know if you were comfortable enough to tell everybody, so I lied!”

You just stare at him in silence. After a minute, you grab his face with your hands.

“Elvis Presley, I love you,” he smiles when you say the words. “And I do want everyone to know. I want everyone to know.”

“So let’s tell em, baby.”

"Give the people what they want?" you ask with a smile.

"Give it all to 'em."

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Colonel

Rick flag x afab reader

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Warnings: Brat reader, sex themes, dirty talk (mild), oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, masturbation, nude picture descriptions, masturbation on camera, sexually frustrated rick flag, jealous rick flag

Word count: 2.2K+

I meshed two requests for this fic, I hope ya’ll enjoy reading <3

I’m humbly begging for “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” With Rick flag

making eye-contact with your partner from across the room, gesturing at them to follow you outside and this with rick???

Hey babe, when do you come home? You texted Rick, he'd been gone all day and it was starting to annoy you. It was supposed to be his day off but it's currently 18:00 and he hasn't even texted you.

Sorry darling, I'll be heading home within the next two hours, Waller just has me slammed today.

You sigh, he'd just gotten back from a 2 week long mission and you haven't even seen him yet. You know he slept beside you because his side was messy, but you hadn't actually spent time with him for more than 2 weeks. You haven't been intimate for 3 weeks, much too long for your liking, life has just been very hectic. The both of you had decided that when you two were going to be apart that you wanted to spend time with each other, sex wasnt a need in your relationship, besides you were babysitting that week, so you had two little cock blockers.

I miss you though :( You had sent back. Followed by a few crying face emojis. He always breaks when you get pouty with him, that bleeding heart of his. God you love that man.

I’m sorry darling but I’m really tied up here, I want to come home to you badly but just need to wait it out sweetheart.

Your frown had deepend on your face. Pulling down to your chin. Can’t you just do it faster? I really need my colonel to report to duty. An idea born into your brain, you smirk. Walking over to where Rick's military issue uniform was kept quite neatly hanging in a bag in the closet. You unzip the bag, grabbing out his decorated colonels jacket out of it. Turning to grab his beige ball cap with the American flag out of his top drawer. Returning to your phone you see several messages.

Babe I know. Fuck, don’t call me that, you know what that does, and I’m at work.

Babe?

Oh, so you’re fucking with me? You’ll pay for that later daring.

The last one sent a shiver down your spine. Sending a message of your own. Oh hush up colonel, I’m right here baby. Gotta make you worry every once in a while. make s the heart grow fonder.

Yeah, whatever the fuck thats supposed to mean.

You scoff into the room at his response. Taking your clothes off one at a time, taking a picture of each piece, after taking a picture of yourself. Dressing in just his jacket and hat afterwards.

Colonel?

Fuck babe, your gonna get me hard at my desk, stop that. You laugh.

“Jesus am I evil,” You laugh into your, no ricks jacket sleeve. Bet I could make you super hard without much effort baby boy. You bite your lip hitting the send button. You can imagine Rick's face as he reads that line, watching as the three typing bubbles appear.

What? What did you just call me. Got him. You smile wide, sending the first picture you took, dressed in your regular clothes. Seeing the read status right underneath as soon as it was sent. You had the man on the edge of his seat.

Oh darling, you're so beautiful. Your heart skips, everytime without fail, everytime he compliments you, he makes you feel like the only person in the world.

You send him a picture of your shirt thrown on the floor.

Doing laundry sweetheart? You chuckle at his reply, sending the pic of your pants also in the pile. All he sent this time was a single question mark. You send him the pic of your bra joining the pile.

Don’t you fucking dare. Your spine sends a shiver down your body getting a true thrill from this, from teasing him. Sending a picture of your damp panties. Watching again as the bubbles pop up and disappear four times before his message comes through.

This is your warning, stop or you will pay for it when I get home. You smile very cheekily.

What if that's exactly what I want, Colonel Flag? Gonna spank me for insubordination? That's kinky sir. You smile, pretty proud of yourself and the comeback you sent. Wow, sometimes you surprise yourself with your sassiness and attitude.

I’m beginning to think you need to be reminded of your place. Do you need to be put back in your place? You smirk, leaving the text on read, posing for the camera, taking a few sensual pictures in his hat and coat. Sending him one first of you on your knees set slightly apart, hands reaching into your hair head back and back arched. The lapels of his coat barely hanging covering your nipples, showing him the curves of your breasts, the apex of your thighs and your throat exposed.

Hmm, I dunno sir, looks like I’m the colonel now, no?

Oh fuck You laugh at his short response, it had been sent five minutes later than when it was opened. You need to take that off. Babydoll you’re really distracting me at my workplace. C’mon have some mercy on an old man. You scoff, deciding to play with him a little more.

No mercy for the opposing soldiers. Don't you think I look hot in your jacket? You wait patiently for his response.

God, you're killing me today. I think you look beautiful in my jacket darling, you look amazing baby, I promise. Biting your lips, you send him one where his jacket is slipped off one shoulder, one breast uncovered, and your smooth thigh being completely uncovered.

How about this? Is this good for you?

Holy fuck. You can almost see Rick's eyes bulging at that comment. Yes darling, take it off.

You send him another of your top half with no more coat.

Good, so good darling. Now, can you please put that back?

Instead you send him a picture of the tops of your thighs, your panties on the floor visible in the frame.

You have no idea how hard it is.

What? Your cock? Because good, come home now I’ll be waiting on my knees. Your boldness on that comment made your cheeks red.

How to keep it together in this meeting right now. You smile mischievously.

You prop your camera to angle towards the apex of your legs, pressing record on your phone. You start by rubbing slowly up and down vertically, catching your clit a couple of times, Sweet moans escaping your mouth, being picked up by your camera. Sending a minute-long video. Almost immediately after you sent the video, Rick had replied.

I’m warning you. You send back a frowny face. Setting the camera up again, pressing record and getting to work. Thinking back to the time Rick had drug you out of a charity event to blow him in the alleyway.

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Rick always gets invited to these places, fancy charity parties. Where the rich sit around pretending that they give a shit. It's not like Rick makes a lot of money either. He's just a highly decorated Colonel in the United states army, a hero of the people. He had been dragged away by different officers and the general as soon as the two of you arrived.

You were currently dancing with one of the wealthier men at the event, deciding that since Rick ditched you, you were going to have fun instead of standing and waiting like an obedient dog. The man's hands were resting on your waist and around your back, much too close for Rick's liking, he had been standing watching you from across the room. A lady had cut into the dance, wanting a new partner, which was when you locked eyes with rick.

He gestures his head to the side, toward the exit door, walking over to it, and then out. You followed, closing the door softly as you exit.

“Jus’ what the fuck did ya think you were doin’ little lady?” You gulp, hearing his tone, he was not happy.

“I was dancing Ricky. You know what dancing is, yeah?” He crosses his arms, bobbing his head once, agreeing.

“And who were ya dancing with? Hmm?” His eyes weren’t angry, voice firm and face pulled in displeasure, creating his handsome skin.

“Just some-” He cuts you off.

“With not fuckin’ me. That's who. I am your only dance partner, understand?” His eyes reflected his feelings.

“Oh Rick, are you jealous?” You feel his hand grab at your jacket sleeve.

“Maybe I just need to show you who you belong to then?” He pushes you to your knees, you willingly kneeling on the pavement for him. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your mouth, if ya need to tap out, just push or hit my thigh, ok pretty baby?” You nod, watching as he unbuckles his belt, and undoes his button, pulling his pants and boxers to just below the swell of his ass.

Your eyes watch his hard cock bounce free, licking your lips at the event in your very near future. Rick pumps his shaft a few times, making a show of his body shivering and his satisfied groan.

Stepping closer to your body, you sit up, opening your mouth wide, you patiently wait for his cock to enter. Instead, Rick traced his tip against your top and bottom lips, you moaning as he does.

“Oh fuck babe, you are already doing so good.” Rick gasps at you.

You lean forward, leaving a wet kiss on his tip, sucking softly at the reddened skin there. Rick grunts, leaning against the wall for support.

He pushes the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, he knows you have to build up to the whole thing, go at your own pace. You set the pace to start, even when he was upset, Rick was still loving and respectful. Fisting the rest of his cock, you hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head along his cock.

“Oh fuck darlin’,” Ricks head falls back against the concrete wall. “Fuck baby so good.” You move your head further down, moving you hands to place them neatly on the backs of his thighs, telling him he could start fucking your throat. His hips immediately rocking against your face, pushing deeper each time. When he starts to pick up the pace, you trail your hand to his ball sack, lightly squeezing and massaging it.

Rick grunts above you, fucking your mouth harder than before, his balls slapping against you chin and spit dribbling out of your mouth obnoxisly. Ricks grunts getting more frequent and more desperate, slamming his cock right down your throat, pistoning in and out. “Oh fuck, fuck darling gonna cum, of fuck!” Rick tries to pull out and shoot his load on the ground, but you firmly plant your hands on his ass cheeks, sucking on just his tip, bringing him to a body shaking intense orgasm, his cum spurting into your mouth, and you swallowing it down, showing the man your clean tongue. His head spinning as you talk to him, eventually just pulling his pants back up for him ,sitting him against the building.

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Playing that day back in your memory, you focus on the faces and sounds rick had made, moaning as you now have your fingers in your pussy, fucking in and out with vigor. Moaning out Rick's name as you get closer and closer, thinking about the sounds he made when he was cumming, bringing yourself to the edge as well.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Rick, oh my god,” You pant as your pleasure cuts off your intelligent words, mumble screaming how pretty he sounds, how good he looks. “Oh rick! I’m cumimng, oh, oh Rick! Fuck!” You feel your release leak between your fingers, your hand bringing you down from your high, stroking gently and slowly. Stopping, your legs both fall to one side, your hand resting between your thighs, waiting for your brain to start working again.

When you calm down enough, you reach back for your phone. Saving the whole video, and then editing a copy so it's just your release, sending it to Rick and reading your missed messages.

Babe? Then a few minutes later.

Baby? Are you upset? I love you

Darling? Are you ok?

Hey sweetheart, I’m heading home soon.

The read receipt shows on your latest video, the dots popping up again, this time it took a few seconds for him to respond.

I’m coming home right fucking now.

You have enough time to clean yourself up, and put the coat back on by the time he opens the door downstairs.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” Rick's booming voice crashes through the house, so loud it reverberates off the walls. You head his hurried footsteps up the stairs, his shoes squeaking as he books it into your room.

“Oh, and impersonating a US army soldier. Double the punishment darlin’, hope it was fucking worth it.” He dives into bed, biting and grabbing at your showing skin and levelling to attach his lips to yours, giving you a deep kiss. You were a moaning mess beneath him in no time.

“Damn darlin’ missin’ me that much?” You whine and nod.

You just knew you were going to be up most of the night.

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danielfuckingricciardo · 2 years

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That Sense of Passion and Anger (Part 4)

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Word Count - 3.3k

Content Warning - Swearing, Oral sex, alcohol mention, angst, sexism mention, Christian H*rner

Synopsis - After kissing Daniel, the reader finds herself in a new position with her closest friend, but is pulled back to business when called to a meeting with the PR team, Horner and Max.

Tag List - @vinvantae @ujisworld @heyitskay-21 @starjane312 @callmequeenbeee @thatonesexycancerian @dr3lover @compulsiveshit @fromthedeskofjoii @iamasimpingh0e

Author’s Note - Look at me posting two chapters in as many days! Anyway, it’s time for sexy times with Daniel and angst time with Max (again) whoopsie! This is also going to be the last chapter that is the same no matter which path you choose. I originally had only planned a Max ending, but I couldn’t stand to see Daniel left out so I’m going to write multiple endings, I have at least three and I’m toying with a fourth one too, so you can pick one or read them all! As always, I hope you enjoy this one!

Previously on ‘That Sense of Passion and Anger’… And that’s why, in that moment, as his fingers gently held your face, and the pad of his thumb wiped away the tears which breached your eyes and fell down your cheek, you kissed him.

It was only for a second, but you instantly felt all your worries disappear as your lips connected, almost as if Daniel was absorbing your fear, your stress, your anger. Somehow, despite nothing having actually changed in the shit show you called a life, you felt instantly better.

You pull away to see a look of complete shock and bewilderment on Daniel’s face. ‘Oh shit, did I just cock everything up?’ You can’t help but think to yourself.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that, I just…” You begin, failing to find the right words to say, settling instead for an awkward laugh as you play with the hem of your robe.

“It’s okay, I mean, you can do it again, if you want to, that is.” Daniel says, and your eyes shoot upwards to make contact with his.

“Would you like me to?” You ask, pushing a strand of still damp hair out of your eyes.

“Fuck it.” He mumbles, before claiming your lips with his own. The kiss was sweet, loving, romantic even. Nothing like the rough and passionate ones you had shared with Max in the days before. It was exactly what you needed.

“Whatever happens now, just promise me something?” You ask breathlessly and Daniel hums in response, “promise me our friendship will still be the same. You mean the absolute world to me and I couldn’t stand to lose you.”

“I promise, whatever we choose to do now, whether we order an obscene number of pancakes and watch trashy reality TV together, or we make sweet sweet love, our friendship won’t change one bit. You mean the world to me too.” Daniel responds, and you can’t help but smile at him. A proper, genuine smile. Not a smile made for the cameras, or PR guys, or any other fake nonsense. A real, happy smile.

“How about we do the second one, and then the first one afterwards?” You say as you stand from your position on the floor and throw yourself onto the bed, beckoning him with your index finger.

“Sounds like a plan,” Daniel responds, before jumping onto the bed beside you, gripping your sides and tickling you, a gleeful expression on his face.

“Ah, stop, you know I hate being tickled!” You exclaim from beneath him, struggling to hold back your fits of laughter.

“What’s the safe word?” He asks, raising his eyebrow at you.

“The safe word is, I’m gonna kick you in the bollocks if you don’t stop,” You respond in laughter.

“Ooh kinky!” He says, and you slap him playfully on the arm as he settles down beside you on the bed, “you know, that’s quite a mouthful for a safe word, I was thinking something more along the lines of pineapple? Or grapes? Something food themed, I don’t know I haven’t had breakfast yet it’s all I can think about.”

“So you’re thinking about breakfast instead of me? How rude!” You say, adjusting your position so that you’re on top of him, straddling his lap.

“I’m thinking that you would make a pretty delicious breakfast. How do you taste?” Daniel says, his hands on your thighs moving closer and closer to your pussy, already wet and aching for his touch.

“Why don’t you give it a try, hm?” You say, brushing your hand across his abs beneath his shirt.

Without warning, his hands grip your waist tightly, allowing him to swiftly reverse your positions so that you are lying beneath him on the bed. You giggle as his hands travel down your thighs, the sensation of his warm fingers on your skin electric. He positions himself between your open legs, running his hands up to push away your robe to reveal your already soaked panties, dipping his head down to lick a stripe up the wet fabric. The sensation was unreal, and you found yourself squirming under his touch, your hips bucking against his face to bring him closer.

“Desperate are we?” He teases, his lips still pressed against you allowing you to feel the vibration of every word.

“Don’t be a fucking tease,” You groan, arching your back off of the bed to bring yourself closer to him.

“Don’t you worry babe, all I care about is making you feel good,” Daniel responds, the vibrations of his voice driving you crazy.

Daniel tucks his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slowly pulls them down, leaving you bare besides your robe, which had at some point fallen undone, revealing your bare chest which had previously been hidden beneath.

“You sure?” He asks, raising his head to look across to you on the bed.

“Hm, make me feel good Dan,” you respond, and with that, he dips his head once again, caressing your wet, aching folds with his tongue.

Daniel’s grip on your things intensifies as he pulls you closer into his face, burying his mouth and nose in your pussy, eating you out like a starved animal. His nose presses against your clit as his tongue teases your hole, and you find yourself moaning sounds of encouragement, unable to even form words as you collapse into pure pleasure.

“Fuck, babe, you taste so good,” Daniel says, and you groan in response.

In that moment, all you could think about was him. All the shit that had happened with the photo, with Max, happened to someone else, not you. You existed only there, in that moment, to feel pleasure and nothing more, completely at the mercy of your closest friend and confidant as he fucks you with his mouth.

Daniel grazes your clit with his teeth and you are snapped out of your trance, your back arching at the sensation as his tongue toys with the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck Daniel!” You exclaim in a breathy voice, the words slipping from your mouth before you can stop them. You feel him chuckle against you, your words only spurring him on as he continues to lick and suck every part of you.

You feel yourself edging closer and closer to your undoing as his lips suck your clit, his grip on one of your legs loosening as he slips a finger inside of you. The surprise sensation catches you off guard, and a pornographic moan falls from your lips. At that, he adds another finger, curling them both inside of you, driving you ever closer to orgasm.

“Fuck” You utter, your voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s right, cum for me baby, let go,” Daniel speaks into you, and you reach your climax, tightening against his fingers as your orgasm rips through your body, a series of weak moans escaping your lips.

You feel your body go limp as you collapse onto the bed, a blissed out expression of pure ecstasy on your face. Daniel removes his fingers and throws himself down beside you on the bed, turning inwards to face you. You open your eyes and slowly roll over to face him, your faces practically touching as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” You whisper, a tired smirk appearing on your lips.

“Divine,” He responds, before pulling you into a tight hug.

You lay there for a while, his presence calming as you steady your breathing and come down from your orgasm.

“So, you wanna talk about it?” Daniel asks, and you nod sheepishly.

You tell him about your dinner, the flirting, the mind blowing sex the night before, and the tender moments you and Max had shared that morning in the shower. Everything that had happened before your world went to shit.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I genuinely don’t know what to say. I’m just so fucking sorry.” He says, pulling your head into his neck as you sob, your body shaking as you cry.

All too soon, you are interrupted as your phone rings on the counter. Daniel removes his arms from your body and you immediately miss his touch as he jumps up from the bed and grabs your phone.

“It’s Horner, I think you should probably answer this one babe,” He says, passing you the phone.

“Yeah, I probably should. Time to face the music.” You sigh, inhaling deeply to rid your body of its tears, accepting the call and pressing the phone to your ear.

“(Y/N) where have you been? We’re having an emergency meeting with the PR team in five minutes, conference room B, get down here, now.” Christian says before immediately hanging up, a sense of exasperation in his voice.

You throw the phone onto the bed and sigh, fastening your robe once again before pulling your knees up to your chest in comfort.

“Meeting?” Daniel asks, perching beside you on the bed.

“Yeah, I should get ready. Fuck Dan I don’t wanna do this, I don’t want to get yelled at, or punished, or shamed, and God, I don’t wanna see Max again,” You say, resting your head back against the headboard, your eyes squeezed shut.

“I know babe, but you’ll get through this, I promise you,” he says, resting his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“I hope so, fuck, why did I have to complicate things? Why couldn’t we have just kept on hating each other?”

“Hey, he was the one who came to you that night, not the other way around. None of this is your fault, remember that. And Max, fuck, I don’t know. I just, I don’t think those were his words. I’m no Max expert, but I know him pretty well, and I don’t think he’s that much of an asshole that he’d do that to you.” Daniel says, his thumb gently stroking your exposed collar bone.

“Well, whatever happened, I’m fucking done. I’m gonna go down there, take my punishment, and try my fucking hardest to not punch Verstappen, or Horner, in the fucking jaw,” You say, suddenly jumping from your position on the bed to grab your discarded Red Bull polo and Jeans that were hanging on the back of a chair.

“That’s my girl,” Daniel says, chuckling as you retrieve your underwear from the floor before disappearing into the bathroom.

The PR meeting was everything you had thought it would be. Those in charge of damage control had managed to convince the fans that your little dinner date with Max had been arranged by Horner to try and reconcile the two of you after your heated exchange that weekend. The photo had simply been taken at an unfortunate moment in which the two of you were simply joking around, despite many fan theories suggesting that you were actually trying to kick him in the bollocks, which, quite frankly, you were considering.

Max sat in the corner of the room as Horner yelled at you, not saying a word, looking like a sullen teenager who had just been sent to his room.

“What the fuck were you doing? He doesn’t need any distractions, and neither do you. This is your first and final warning, If you keep doing things like this, giving us a bad reputation, then you’ll be lucky to have a seat anywhere next season, never mind here.” Christian shouts, an emotionless look on your face hiding the true seething anger rising deep within you.

“And Max?” You ask, unable to hold back your curiosity as to why he was not also on the receiving end of a verbal beatdown as you were.

“I’m sorry?” Christian responds, circling your chair, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“It takes two to tango, as they say, he’s just as guilty as I am and yet I seem to be the only one getting this final warning.” You say, trying to control your volume, but every nerve in your body was on fire, desperate to let go and yell louder than you ever had before. Screw taking your punishment, if you were going out, you were going to go out fighting. Max glances up at you for the first time since you had entered the room, and you make eye contact with him, his expression cryptically hidden behind an emotionless straight face.

“Max has proved himself worthy of controversy, you, on the other hand, have not. We have dozens of talented drivers desperate for a seat, and right now you’re very replaceable.” Christian says, and you stand up from your seat, coming face to face with the older man.

“Bullshit,” You hear from the corner of the room, and you snap your head over to where Max is still sat, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“Max?” Christian says, and Max stands from his seat, walking over to the two of you. You glance around the room, watching at the various team members exchange anxious looks with one another, unsure of just what is about to go down.

“I’m sorry, but that’s bullshit. (Y/N) has more than proved herself already this season, she can’t help that this one is her first. All we did was have dinner, right? What’s so controversial about that?” Max says, and you shoot him a fiery glance.

“I don’t need you to defend me Max, I’m done. If this is my first and last season I genuinely don’t give a fuck anymore. This place, this sport, is toxic. It’s rotten. It’s hard enough for anyone new, but I’m the only woman on the grid, I get enough shit as it is. Never mind all this frankly sexist speculation and media attention. And if my own team, and my teammate, are gonna treat me like shit then I don’t wanna be here anymore. I’m done.” You yell, your hands squeezed by your sides so tight your knuckles are white.

Christian and Max look at you in shock, and as you make your way to the door, you finally feel free, a sense of ease washes through your body.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare walk away from me,” Christian shouts, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“You’re not my dad, leave me the fuck alone,” You shout, before disappearing through the door, slamming it behind you.

Maybe it was childish, like a teenager arguing with her parents because she got caught with a boy, but you didn’t care. Christian treated you like a child, someone he could control, and you were done, and perhaps free. He still had his golden boy, and that was all that mattered.

You sat at the hotel bar, sipping on your third scotch on the rocks, when you hear footsteps behind you. You feel a presence beside you, and turn your head to see Max sat beside you.

“I thought you wanted me to leave you the fuck alone, hm?” You say, before downing the rest of your drink.

“Forget that, okay. I’ve never seen anyone do that before. Stand up to Horner like that, I mean,” Max says, nodding to the bartender to pour two more drinks for the both of you.

“Well, I don’t wanna be here anymore, so I figured I may as well tell him what I really think while I still have the chance,” You say, looking down at your empty glass, unable to look Max in the eye.

“You were amazing,” He says, and you scoff.

“Sure, whatever, I know you like ‘em angry. Not gonna fuck you this time though, sorry,” You laugh.

“I- look, (Y/N), I need to apologise, again.” Max says awkwardly, and you snap your head over to face him.

“For what? For sharing such a sweet tender moment with me this morning, promising we’d get on better from now on, and try and be friends or whatever else, and then fifteen minutes later telling me you want me to stay the fuck away? Fuck off Max, really, do you think that’s something you can just apologise for? No, you made me feel like shit, worse than shit, worthless. Completely fucking worthless. If it wasn’t for Daniel scraping me up off the carpet who knows what kind of state I’d be in right now. I was obviously mistaken when I thought we actually had something that could have been good, just a dumb fucking idiot who tried to see the best in someone who had only shown me his very worst. Fuck that, and fuck you,” You spit, venom in your every word.

The bartender returns with two more drinks, and you swiftly down your in one before standing from the barstool and walking away.

“(Y/N), wait, please, just let me explain,” Max shouts after you, and you stop in your path, choosing not to turn around.

“I’m listening,” You say, tapping your foot against the marble floor to indicate your impatience.

“It was my dad. I got back to my room and checked my phone, I had like a million miscalls. I called him and he’d seen the photos and he was pissed. So fucking pissed. He got to me, I guess, and I just did what he wanted me to do without thinking. I wish I hadn’t, I really wish I’d have just thought. I’m the dumb fucking idiot, not you, because I just do whatever daddy tells me to without thinking about what I want. It’s you. I want you. Fuck my dad, fuck Horner, I want you, (Y/N) please, I’m sorry,” Max says, and you turn to face him.

For the first time since his earlier outburst, you found yourself not wanting to punch Max, which confused you. Sure, his explanation had made sense, as Daniel had said earlier, they weren’t his words, but his Father’s. But still, the way he had made you feel? You should still be angry, and yet, you weren’t. You wished it wasn’t true, but it was the only possible explanation - you wanted him too.

“I don’t understand how I feel right now Max, I need time to sort my head out. I just- I know I can’t do this now. I’m sorry,” You say, fighting back tears which threatened to escape your eyes.

“(Y/N)” He says, and he reaches forward to gently tap your hand with his own. Your white-knuckled fist drops at his touch, and you sigh.

“I need time, I’m sorry,” You say, before turning away once again to walk away.

“Is it Daniel? Are you and him- I don’t want to pry just- please, do I even have a chance?” Max asks, and you turn around to face him once again, walking right up to him so that your bodies are practically touching one another.

“When you abandoned me this morning, and left me crying on the floor, he held me close, wiped away my tears, and then…” You say, your voice barely audible to avoid the prying ears of strangers.

“I see” Max says, the dejection evident in his tone.

“But that doesn’t mean- I don’t know what it means, just, I need time, okay?” You say, before walking away once again, disappearing into the elevator. You make eye contact with Max as you turn to face the doors, and you could swear you saw tears pricking the corner of his eyes as he looks at you before the doors close.

#Daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #max verstappen x reader #Max verstappen x you #f1 x reader #f1 x you #Daniel ricciardo x reader x max verstappen #Daniel ricciardo x you x max verstappen

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bravenew-what · 11 months

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Anecdotes from Helloween’s show

Y’all. When I say I’m a changed person because of this show, it’s because I fucking am.

The first of them I saw was Sascha, I mean we were DIRECTLY in front of him. He’s giant. A literal giant.

Skyfall was pure chaos. So much was happening at once and I had no idea where to look so I just screamed the words.

I stuck my tongue out at markus and he did it back!!

Kai was all over the stage all night, he was a total flirt with EVERYONE

MARKUS BASS SOLO IN EAGLE FLY FREE

I headbanged so hard during Future World at the right moment and it cracked my neck for me

The guitarists and Markus were all in sync with the way they danced around during future world AND IT WAS SO CUTE

Weiki and I made funny faces at each other and I know he saw me cause he exaggerated the same face when I made it back at him

Kai chucked the fucking mic stand to the groundjust before his medley

Weiki had guitar trouble TWICE and I felt bad for him

MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH BOTH ANDI AND MARKUS ONLY TO REALIZE THE GUYS AROUND ME WERE PUTTING ME ON THE SPOT SO I COLLAPSED ON MY BROTHER IN A FIT (I think it was during Power???)

I would later make a lot more eye contact with Andi, like I swear he got a bit of a power trip from it and I was completely under his spell for it. Not even remotely joking

Weiki just being…… Weiki. His stank faces and wizard-like hand movements just make his playing that much better.

Sascha being so fucking sweaty that he could stick a pick right to his forehead without having to lick it or something (though I would have paid money to see that alone)

Sascha’s solo. That’s it.

Sascha actually had guitar trouble during his solo too

Michi pretending to use the stools he and Andi were sitting on as crutches during forever and one

THE FRONT HALF OF THE CROWD WAS FUCKING MOSHING DURING DR. STEIN

Andi also made some very LEWD gestures during Dr. Stein that I refuse to describe because I have it on video 🤣🤣

Sascha flipped his hair out of his face AND MARKUS LEANED OVER HIM AND BLEW IT RIGHT BACK WHERE IT WAS

Andi and I sang our hearts out to each other during How Many Tears and I honestly thought I was gonna cry 🥹🥹

Sascha bent down and frantically waved and smiled like a total geek at this teenage girl while she was filming and I can just tell it made her whole year!

And oh my god, during Perfect Gentleman. Andi pointed at markus and went “AND SHEEEEEE IS”

Andi and I singing the last chorus of Perfect Gentleman together

ANDI FUCKING MESSED UP KEEPER OF THE SEVEN KEYS DURING ONE OF THE MORE CLIMACTIC MOMENTS AND MICHI HAD TO SING OVER HIM AND ANDI LOST HIS SHIT LAUGHING AND HELD UP HIS FINGERS GOING “FOUR!!! ITS FOUR!!”

Hearing Sascha sing the outro of keepers and then do the guitar melody tol the end was fucking beautiful and he has the voice of a literal Angel

Okay so the moment I had with Andi that I will not shut up about: I had my camera on through all of Keeper of the Seven Keys and I called to Andi after they hit the last note and Andi slowly turned and when he realized it was me he winked and stuck his tongue out just a little like a fucking flirt and I swear I swooned harder than I ever have in my life AND I HAVE THAT MOMENT ON VIDEO SO I CAN HOLD ONTO IT 😭😭😭

Kai calling Weiki a “fucking weirdo”

Dani was a fucking machine all night long, and when he finally came out from behind his kit, the crowd lost their shit for him

SASCHA KICKED A BALLOON RIGHT INTO HIS MIC STAND AND KNOCKED IT OVER DURING I WANT OUT

Michi popped one of the balloons during I Want Out and tried to run away from it

There were multiple crowd surfers all night, two came directly over us and me and the girl next to me had to duck below the barrier and out of the way so the guys could get them over

I only got bashful one time from the eye contact from the band!!

Helloween also drink their respect women juice every day cause every single one of them were good with all of the girls in the crowd. End of story.

That was one of the best concert experiences of my life. I feel like a whole new person because of it.

#moral of the story #I’m in love with Andi Deris #Helloween #Helloween band #michael weikath #michael kiske #andi deris #sascha gerstner #Kai Hansen #markus grosskopf #dani löble #amelia speaks #concerts #my show

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shoheilovebot · 2 years

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Meeting Your Parents 💗

Part 3 - Picnic Date

(Fluff, slight smut)

- Shohei Ohtani Imagine

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- since we lost when shohei pitches and he looked frustrated/exhausted I’m posting this for my shobaes 💗. I know we feel bad for our showy. He’s overworking himself so much :(

SECOND PART OF PICNIC DATE WILL BE SMUT 😏

The day had went by fast and you had gone to town with your parents to go to the market. You bought a lot of snacks and ingredients to make some Japanese foods. You really wanted to go on a picnic with shohei so you went to the market while he rested. He has been really tired since the season ended. He overworks himself so much and feels like he doesn’t deserve breaks which makes you so sad. So you decided to let him rest and go to the store with your parents. You also visited their flower shop and chose some flowers to take on the picnic.

You had got home and you put the food and snacks in the extra fridge your parents had in the garage. You see shohei just in bed reading one of your books. He had the breakfast croissant you had made for him right next to him on the bed. You smiled at him and moved the croissant to the nightstand so you could lay down next to him.

“Did you like the croissant baby?” You asked him.

“Yes very delicious.” He smiled

He leaned in for a kiss and kissed you.

“Thank you.” He said.

You smiled at him and he continued reading while eating the other one since you had made him two. You scrolled through your phone and you both just talked and cuddled. Watched some stuff on your tv and then had dinner with your parents.

Shohei ate a lot and was stuffed. He watched some tv with your mom. Which was basically your mom making him watch a novela (soap opera) with her. You went to go check on him and he looked so into it which made you giggle.

He looked up at you. “Fernando cheated on her!” He said while shocked.

You laughed. “I am not surprised”

He went back to watching and you went into the garage to prepare the picnic basket. You added the chip bags and box of macrons into the basket. You looked at the ingredients in the fridge and made a mental note of what you were gonna make.

You went back into the house and shohei was headed towards you. But you basically ran into each other at the door.

“Where’d you go baby?” He asked.

“Oh just to the garage. I was looking for something I left last time and was trying to see if it was in the garage.” You replied

“Oh ok. Well I’m sleepy so I’m gonna get ready for bed. Will you join me?” He asked.

“Yeh in a bit baby just get ready okay?” You replied.

He nodded and went upstairs.

You went back to the garage and brought all the ingredients into the kitchen and put them into that fridge. You also brought the basket and you went upstairs and passed by shohei in the bathroom.

He was just brushing his teeth so you made eye contact and you smiled at him.

You went up into your room in search for your polaroid camera and extra polaroid film.

“What are you looking for baby?” Shohei asked.

“My polaroid camera.” You replied while still searching.

Shohei took off his shirt and shorts to get ready for bed.

“Found it!” You said with excitement.

“Aww it’s cute. Don’t you love that color?” Shohei asked.

You nodded at him.

He got into bed and patted the space next to him.

You got into top of him and kissed him.

“I’ve got some stuff to do baby so I’ll stay here until you fall asleep okay? I won’t be gone so long baby but I’ll join you soon okay?” You said.

He nodded and snuggled into the pillow.

You have him a kiss in the forehead and he smiled.

“I love you.” He said.

“And I love you more. No shhh it’s sleepy time baby boy” you said.

He smiled and closed his eyes.

You turned off the lights and five minutes later you heard soft snoring. You smiled and went downstairs to prepare for the picnic.

You made some tuna Mayo onigiri, and onigiri with grilled chicken. You were craving that and it sounded good so you made it into onigiri. You also made some Japanese style sandwiches such as egg sandwich, fruit sandwich, and spam onigirazu. You also made some sushi specifically California roll and salmon roll. You made half of them spicy. You also made a Japanese style salad and a fruit salad. Lastly for desert you made a small fluffy Japanese cheesecake. For drinks you made some strawberry lemonade and you put a jar of strawberry jam because you want to add it to the bottom of the wine glass for a strawberry Prosecco.

You added food in containers and added it to the picnic basket. You added the bottled up lemonade you made into the basket as well as the jam and the Prosecco. You went to go put the basket in the garage fridge. You grabbed a cute basket your mom had blankets in and added two pillows and a throw blanket as well as the picnic blanket. It kinda look like a baby carrier type of basket. You added some plates into that basket and some wine glasses plus utensils and wrapped them well under the blankets so they wouldn’t break. You set it down for you to grab in the morning and you finally got ready for bed. It only took you two hours to finish all the food. But you were very excited for your first date day with shohei. Finally you can both dedicate a whole day to being on a date.

/ / / / / /

The next day you wake up and Shohei is still asleep. He definitely sleeps a lot when he can. It’s so adorable. He also sleeps like a rock. Literally nothing wakes him up. Well only if you shake him that wakes him up. But your kisses also work wonders on him

You started kissing Shohei’s face and he moved a bit.

“Showy. Wake. Up. I. Have. A. Surprise!” You said while pausing between each word to give him a kiss.

“Surprise?” Shohei asked sleepily.

He still had his eyes closed

You kept on kissing him to wake him up

“Okay I’m awake baby” he said.

He opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty” you said.

You both smiled at each other and kissed for awhile.

“Okay we have to get up baby. Let’s get ready and wear something comfortable okay?” You said.

Shohei nodded and rubbed his eyes while you went to the bathroom to get ready.

You were ready and waiting for shohei to come downstairs.

“Im ready baby” shohei said

He was wearing a white plain t shirt and some black angels shorts and some white crew socks with his black sneakers.

you were wearing a comfortable outfit (you imagine this part).

“Whats the surprise?” He asked.

You went into the garage and came back with the picnic basket.

“We are gonna have a picnic” you replied.

You handed him the basket and picked up the one with the blankets and dishes.

You both said bye to your parents and walked out the door towards a spot you enjoy hanging out at when you come visit your parents.

You walked past your parents farm animals and their flower fields. Their flowers still hadn’t bloomed and the workers who came to help had already left for the day. You went towards a field that was part of your parents property but they hadn’t done anything to it yet. It was just a field with before the woods started. There was some trees and you set the basket down.

“This is were I come have picnics by myself when I come visit my parents” you said.

“It’s beautiful. So peaceful” he said.

He helped you set up the blankets and the pillows. You took out the dishes and grabbed the basket with the food.

“Turn around i want it to be a surprise” you said.

He turned around as you added the food onto plates and kind of displayed them nicely.

“Okay you can turn around now” you said

He turned around and looked at the food. He had a big smile and he looked at you. He looked very happy and emotional.

“You made this for me?” He asked.

“Yeah. I wanted to make stuff you’re familiar with. I’ve seen pics where people have these foods for a Japanese picnic. I thought it would be exciting to have one together” you said.

Shohei grabbed your face softly with two hands and kissed you on the lips softly and passionately.

“Thank you my love. I love it. I love you” he said.

“Te amo más (i love you more”. You replied.

He smiled at you.

You handed him a plate and you both grabbed things you wanted to eat.

You grabbed your laptop out of your bag and your mini portable hotspot. You put on a Disney movie and you both sat next to each other and watched while enjoying the food.

“This sushi is so good baby. I love the spicy ones the most” shohei said.

“Im glad you love it babe”

You both had ate all the sushi and moved onto the onigiri.

You watched shohei take a bite of the onigiri.

He let out a moan.

You giggled. “That’s so sexy” you said.

“You’re so sexy. You’re beautiful and you’re an amazing cook. I need to buy a ring” he said.

You laughed. “Slow down big boy. That would be a dream come true but not yet baby” you said.

“I knowww” he whined

“You’re so cute” you said.

He gobbled up the onigiri and drank some of the lemonade.

“You made this?” He asked.

You nodded.

He looked at you shocked and clearly madly in love. He kissed your face all over.

You giggled at how much he loves your cooking. You’ve cooked for him before but never made any Japanese things.

After you both finished the onigiri you had some of the salad. You didn’t make much.

You both let your stomachs rest and watched the movie and then watched another movie.

Shohei grabbed the sandwiches and put half on your plate and half on his. He of course gobbled them up. It had only been about 3 hours since you’ve got here.

“Tamago sando and spam onigirazu… y/n im keeping you forever. These are heavenly” he said.

You smiled at him.

You both talked as you finished your sandwiches.

You were talking about an hobby you absolutely enjoy doing and shohei just was watching you.

“I love your smile and the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you are passionate about.” He said.

You blushed.

“You look beautiful when you blush.” He said.

You looked away because gosh you were blushing hard.

“Hey don’t hide that beautiful face from me. That smile and those eyes are the fuel I need to wake up everyday and do my best” he said.

You looked at him with soft eyes

“I love you shohei ohtani” you said.

“And I love you more y/n y/l/n” he said.

He leaned in and you both kissed.

The fruit salad and fruit sandwich were in the basket as well as the deserts so you moved the plates into the basket.

“Lay down with me” you said.

Shohei kissed you and laid you down.

You looked at him and looked into his eyes. You saw a look in his eyes that you’ve seen before but never understood what it meant.

He kissed you and he was practically on top of you. He was holding himself with his other hand so he wouldn’t crush you.

You both kissed and you bit his lip which caused him to open his mouth. You slipped your tongue into his mouth and his massaged yours.

He let out a moan.

He plushies you back and your head hit a pillow.

He started kissing your neck and shoulders.

Now you know what that look in his eyes means.

He started sucking on your neck and you let out a moan.

“Fuck” he moaned.

You could feel his hard on through his shorts as it was basically against your thigh.

/ / / / / /

- haha now y’all have to wait until I release the second part 😏 sorry if there’s typos besties ! Hopefully you enjoyed this ! Let me know in my asks if you have any suggestions or just wanna tell me something.

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spookiifi · 2 years

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The Best Review

You’re Vanessa’s sister, and the pizza plex needs good reviews in order to attract more customers. It’s your job to take part in almost every event. Everything’s for free since Vanessa’s the highest employee.

I like to think that Vanessa and Vanny are different people. Vanny being more like an entity or virus. I had way too much fun with this you don’t even know

No warnings! I just wanted to write a silly little fic in my spare time.

ao3 link

“If you want to work with me, you have to memorize the layout of the Megaplex. And considering we’re the only two humans working here- “

“Seriously?” Your eyes widened. “It’s true?”

This wasn’t the best question to ask, seeing that Vanessa grimaced. “Unfortunately yes. It will also make you learn a bit about responsibility.”

“I know the drill. I’m one year younger than you.” You huffed.

“Exactly. The baby of the family.” Vanessa grinned.

You punched her arm. “You’re a jerk, Vee.”

“It’s what I do. Here.” She handed you a temporary badge. “Keep this on you at all times, your name isn’t fully in the system yet so I want to be sure that the glamrocks don’t give you trouble.”

“Why would they give me trouble?”

She motioned towards Monty’s room, where you could clearly see deep clawmarks in the wall around the curtain. Objects could be heard crashing against the glass. “Be glad you’re not the janitor.”

‘Godzilla could practically live there.’

“Oh, and stay away from the daycare. The lights keep flickering and I don’t want you pissing off the attendant.”

“But he takes care of kids. What could make the guy so angry?”

“It’s just better that you avoided the area.” Vanessa rolled her eyes. “If you need me I’ll be in the security office. Contact me through the radio.”

You only met a few animatronics since most were being crowded with screaming children wanting pictures.

You weren’t sure if Roxy even counted when she walked by and shouted. “HA! Short!” while looking you straight in the eyes.

‘Great introduction,’

Curiosity got the best of you. One little peek into the daycare couldn’t hurt. Right?

Right?

The front doors were locked, so you tried the gift shop door. Slipping under the large doors, you made your way to the drop off zone and were met with…

“A slide? I mean it is a daycare, so it would only make sense.” You shrugged and doubted Vanessa was looking at the cameras. “Here goes.”

Bright colors stung your eyes as you breached the ball pit. Loud childish music full of bells and squeaky noises echoed through the empty daycare. It was so tidy and neat for such a vibrant place.

But where was-

You turned to find what looked like the tallest animatronic in the entire pizzaplex inches in front of you. The jester was sun themed; his faceplate was lined with moving triangular rays.

“HELLOOOO NEW FRIEND!! ARE YOU NEW HERE?“ He plucked you out of the ball pit as if you weighed nothing. The daycare attendant took notice of the badge on your shirt and gasped. “You ARE new here! Oh, this is exciting!!”

The daycare attendant listed off every activity that he’d planned ahead of time.

“Um, pardon me.“

“Gosh, how rude of me! Where are my manners?” He huffed and set you down on the padded floor. “I never caught your name, new friend.”

You told him and he grinned in return.

“What a great name! You can call me Sun, Sundrop, or Sunny. The list goes on and on!” He bounced on his heels. “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Sun was adorable, really. But you knew you couldn’t stay long.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sun. But I really must be going.”

He blocked your path when you stepped away. “Wait! Wait wait please don’t leave! I-I have so many crafts! Paper dolls? Glitter glue?”

Maybe Vanessa was right.

“Sundrop, it’ll be okay. I’m coming back tomorrow.”

“But tomorrow is an eternity away! It gets so lonely here…” His ray drooped like a sad puppy.

‘When was the last time someone interacted with him? Wasn’t there an assistant?’

“I’m truly sorry, but I have to go. I swear I’ll be here bright and earl-“

The lights started flickering and Sun started to twitch. He tried to play it cool.

“On second thought, friend, you need to leave. Right now! Immediately!” He started to push you towards the door and laughed nervously. “I- I need to do some planning. Yeah, that’s it! Planning! Just a few more things need to be set up!”

“Are you sure you’re alright Sunny?”

“Fineanddandy KEEP MOVING!”

The lights flickered again before blacking out completely and he stumbled back into the darkness. Dead silence filled the room. You lost him as he fell behind a play structure.

“Hey wait!” You dashed across the daycare, only to trip over a squeaky toy.

A pair of familiar arms caught you before you could split your head open.

“Thanks Sun. I could’ve chipped a tooth there.” You laughed. “Can you let me go now? You’re holding me a bit tight.”

“Sun isn’t here.”

What was once his pointed rays now sat a night cap.

Sun’s counterpart stared at you expectedly, red pinprick eyes bore into yours.

“If that was Sun…are you Moon? It would only make sense.“

“Why, yes.” Moon grinned. “You’re pretty small to be one year younger than her.”

Again with the shortness…

“I’m sorry?”

“And one of the first to actually treat us like real beings.”

Then you remembered Vanessa telling you about how sentient the animatronics really were. Moon read you like a book.

“By the way that Sun talked to you, maybe you should be the new assistant. Vanessa knows he needs one despite her telling others to stay away.”

“Are you the reason she told me?”

The Moon hummed. “Perhaps…multiple reasons actually but I’ll never tell.” He released you from his arms.

“Let me guess, staff only?” You imitated Chica’s voice.

“Great impression.” Moon chuckled. His gaze shot upward at the sudden slit of light. “But no. Speaking of staff.”

You nearly screamed as someone grabbed you by the collar of the shirt. You were met face to face with a rather pissed off Vanessa.

“Hi Vee…” You smiled nervously.

“Did he hurt you?! Are you okay?!” Her worried expression quickly changed to anger.

“No. We were just talking.”

Vanessa stared daggers at Moon as she dragged you out of the daycare.

“You’re supposed to be avoiding the daycare! What’s the one thing I told you not to do?!”

“Quit berating me like a child! I’m a grown adult, Vee!”

“I’m only trying to protect you!”

“I don’t need your protection! I’m perfectly fine!” You pushed her away. “God, Vanessa!”

Moon all the while, was watching the scene with great enthusiasm.

“Our tour is done here. You’re starting tomorrow.” She growled and took you by the arm.

Before you left, Moon gave his regards by poking his head through the doors.

“I’m looking forward to working with you. Goodnight, starbeam.” He waved goodbye before closing the doors

#sundrop x reader #sun x reader #moondrop #moon x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #security breach #Vanessa a.#the daycare attendant #fnaf

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ravenxd · 3 years

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Another Way to Show Love

3 A.M Thoughts - Poly! Cc! Dream Team x F!Reader

Imagine Dream and Sapnap fucking their sub, and George just wakes up to you moaning as they both make you cum. Maybe George helps clean you up... by using his mouth. You then reward him by sucking him off, while Dream and Sapnap watch and record the whole thing... then it ends with super sweet fluff<3.

- Just some more thoughts♡♡♡♡.

Dom! Dreamnap/ Dom! Dream and Dom! Sapnap x Sub! GeorgeNotFound x Sub! Reader.

Contents: Double Penetration in the same hole, Cum eating, Blowjob, Polyamorous Relationships, Afab! Reader, Dream and Sapnap taking photos and recording. Guilty Sapnap because he thinks he hurts s/o, fluff<3, aftercare-ish themes<3...

You cover your mouth, hoping that you can contain in the many sounds that come whenever they both rock their hips. But it's so damn impossible. You just have to thank the fact that George really is a heavy sleeper.

Sapnap was below you, having pulled you onto his lap with your ass facing him. Dream was infront of you, keeping his pace as he fucked into your hole, the same one Sapnap was heavenly buried into. You shut your eyes, clinge onto Dream and let many small moans fall.

"Dream.. Sap~.." You couldn't take it any longer, having one of them in you was good as it was, but when you have two of your boyfriends, while the other was asleep, the pleasure just intensifies. They were both buried so deep inside, both of their cocks being milked by your pussy. Dream smirked seeing the state you were in.

"Can't take it? Or is it just too good?" He groans, Sapnap then jumps in.

"You like when both Dream and I fuck you?" Sapnap asks in addition to Dream's question. You nod your head, taking one of Dream and Sapnap's hand.

"I do~! So much! Love it.." You moan.

Dream pinned your hand onto the bed, while Sapnap did the same, it slightly hurt but you were so blissed out by the pleasure that you didn't find it anywhere in yourself to even care.

"I'm gonna- oh fuck! I'm gonna cum~! Please! Harder..!" You beg, your voice growing raspy.

"Yeah? Being stuffed with Sapnap and I got you cumming faster? You like being stuffed with two cocks?" Dream groans as he feels your walls tighten around him and Sapnap even more. He knew you loved the way he spoke. You felt his hand take a stronger hold onto yours, as did Sapnap. The coil in your stomach that formed was near close to snapping.

Sapnap's hips slammed into you harder, his free hand played with your chest, Dream does the same and they both begin to play with your perked up nipples.

"Mhm~! So fucking good..! D-Dream- Sapnap- I'm gonna cum-!" You let out high pitched moan and you just let it happen. They both thrust once more into you, both their cocks spurting their seed into your womb. Your own orgasm spilling over their lower halves. You were still moaning uncontrollably, you felt a shift and saw that Dream had lowered his body down.

Sapnap began to pet Dream's hair, while Dream slowly left kisses across your neck and jawline.

"G-Guys...? What are you doing..?" George asked, your eyes widen and you turn to look over at George.

"Awe.. our other Angel has finally woken up.." Sapnap teases. Dream quickly looks over, he slowly raises himself up.

"Baby.. be a good boy and pass me my phone.." Dream asks, George's blush deepened at the name as he reaches over to the drawer and picks Dream's phone up. He hands it over and Dream takes it. Then you realized that he was taking a picture.. you squeezed around him and Sapnap.

"Fuck Y/n..." Dream moaned softly, you see the flash go off.

"Happy memories.." Dream teases as he tossed his phone to the side. You moaned as he slowly pulled out, leaving Sapnap last to pull you off him. You quickly close your legs, feeling their cum drip down. Sapnap swiftly moves from underneath you.

"Dream, pass me your phone. George, come here.." Sapnap says, Dream raised an eyebrow but listened to his lover anyway. Dream once again grabbed his phone and gave it to Sapnap.

George nervously obeyed Sapnap, you layed below all three of your boyfriends.

Sapnap pats a space right in front of you. George slowly crawls to you.

"Y/n.. open up.." Dream finally catches on, you slowly open your legs. Sapnap smirks and opens up the camera on Dream's phone.

"Pretty little cunt.." He says and you grew red within seconds, after coming to realize that he was taking another picture.

"Clean her up." Dream tells George. George slowly bends over, his face coming unbelievably close to your drenched hole. He moaned at the sight and immediately stuck his tongue out, licking up every drop that spilled out when your boys had both pulled out. You moan and take a grip to his brown hair, he began to suck on your clit. Causing you to rock your hips up, you just found it in you to completely ignore the fact that after a few flashes, the camera on Dream's phone wasn't going off anymore.. because it was just constantly on.

You further open your legs, allowing for George to hold onto your thighs, tongue diving into your cum filled pussy. By the time he was nearly done cleaning you up, you were nearly babbling incoherent sentences.

He pulled away, you stay laying down. Slowly raising your body up to sit.

You turn over to your other boyfriends, once again ignoring the flash.

"Daddy.. Can I suck his cock..?" You say motioning to the incredibly noticeable bulge at George's sweatpants.

Dream and Sapnap look at each other, they both nodded their heads.

"Go ahead babygirl.." Dream answers. You smile which George reciprocated. He took your place so he could lay down onto the pillows. You eagerly help George take his shirt off and pulled down his grey sweatpants along with his boxers, both of which you helped him get completely rid of. You hear both Sapnap and Dream get closer, you turn to face them.

"Go on.." Dream says, you nod your head, taking George's length into your hands, his tip was completely smeared with precum. Standing so tall, you only crave more. You slowly lower your head down, completely bending over.

Your lips made contact with the head of his cock, slowly taking him into your warm mouth. George moans at the relief of finally getting touched, you grow giddy inside. Fully taking in his throbbing member, until you felt you couldn't, so you resort to jerking the rest of what you couldn't put into your mouth.

"Ohh.. Y/n~.." He moves his hips around, you don't make an attempt to stop him, just taking in whatever he gives you.

You suck on his dick, using your tongue to try and add more to his pleasure, and it seemed to work because his breathing was staggering. You can't blame him, after hearing you getting completely fucked by Dream and Sapnap, and him having to clean up their mess, he was incredibly sensitive to touch.

You feel Dream's hand pushing your hair away, you slowly open your eyes to see that Sapnap had also gotten closer with Dream's phone, the camera still rolling. You choose to ignore it, now proudly working on your sensitive boy's cock. With a few more sucks and jerks, his breathing pace had increased as he was silently groaning.

"Gonna cum?" Dream asked George, "You like the way our pretty girl can also use her mouth to make you cum?" George nodded his head, his lips parting.

"So much.." He groans, completely coming undone as his cum shoots into your mouth, Dream quickly turns his attention over to you.

"Keep it in." You obey his request. Dream motioned Sapnap over. Sapnap smirks and does so.

"Open up babe~.." Sapnap says, you proudly do so. Showing off your work, George's cum was all over your tongue. Nearly dribbling down, until Sapnap was quick enough to use a finger to push it back into your mouth.

"Swallow." Dream says, you do as he says. Once again opening your mouth up, to prove you had. Sapnap then uses a hand to pet your hair.

"Good girl.." He says, which causes you to warm up and smile. Dream then sat by you, Sapnap reverted hiz attention over to George.

He pulled you into an embrace, "How's my favorite girl doing..? You feeling good?"

"I feel like I'm high.. a little tired.." You say, a blissed out smile wiped onto your face as you lean onto his shoulder. He smiles and chuckled.

Sapnap sets Dream's phone down.

"How about Sapnap and I get you and George properly cleaned up and dressed? Eat something, watch a movie, and get some sleep?" He asks, you quickly nod your head.

"Alright." He gets up and plants a small kiss to your lips.

"Let me wash off real quick and I'll get to you." He smiles, he walks out with Sapnap.

You turn over to George, who was sitting up.

You crawl over to him, pulling him into a hug.

"I love you so much.." You mumble, he pulls you in.

"I love you too.." You both stay in the position a little long, until you finally hear your two other boyfriends come into the room.

"Come on you two, we have to get you cleaned up." Dream says, helping George up, while Sapnap got to you.

"Are you good babe? We didn't hurt you, did we?" Sapnap asked, as he helps you get up.

"I'm okay.." You say, holding onto Sapnap. Finding that you can't exactly walk right. "And no, you didn't hurt me."

Sapnap stays quiet, you think nothing of it and get into the warm bath with George. They both help you get cleaned, washing out your hair, and using body wash to clean you up good. At the end of it, you're sitting with George by the end of your shared bed, using a towel to dry your hair.

Dream walks into the room with a tray filled with various foods. He placed it by the drawer.

You and George grew excited, until you looked over at Dream.

"Dream where's Sapnap?" You ask, he turns around and his face falters.

"I think he's still in the kitchen.. I'll be back okay? Choose something to watch." He says, turning on the TV and tossing the controller over to the both of you. You reach and give it to George.

"Pick something, mkay? Gonna go get something from the kitchen. Want something?" You ask George. George shakes his head.

"I'm good." You smile and nod, reaching over to kiss his lips. You slowly stood up and walked out of the room, slowly making your way down the stairs.

"Sapnap, if she was hurt she would have told us.. You know she doesn't like lying to us." Dream says as he pulled his boyfriend into a hug, all of a sudden you remember his previous question.

'We didn't hurt you, did we?'

"But she could barely walk.." Sapnaps muffled voice was still audible.

"Sapnap.. she's okay, she would let us know if we were going too hard on her.." Dream says as he makes Sapnap look up at him. "She's fine, okay?"

Sapnap looks off to the ground, "What if she isn't.."

You slowly descend down the stairs.

"Sapnap...? I'm okay..!" You say as you made your way over to both of your boyfriends. Sapnap looked over at you, guilt clouded his eyes.

"Y/n? You should be in bed with George." He says as Dream pulled away to turn around and look at you.

"I know, but I came to get something.. You didn't hurt me Sapnap.." You try reassuring him, he doesn't say anything. But he does hold onto you.

"You'll tell me if we ever do, right?" He asked, you smile and nod your head. " Please, lets go with George already?" You ask as you take a candy bag from the cabinet.

Sapnap smiled, as did Dream. "Yeah, okay.."

As soon as you had made it to the room, George had already picked a movie, waiting for the return of his partners.

That night, you fell asleep holding onto Sapnap, with George in between, and Dream spooning you.

Hope you all enjoy this one<3, remember that my requests are still open so feel free to drop in a request<3.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame.

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels.

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers.

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless.

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom. Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,” Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear.

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her.

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again.

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat.

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction.

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?”

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

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Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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Hi. This is mine request

Y/n is a teammate of max verstappen, they are in a relationship, y/n crashes and max is worried about her, and he is gonna visit her in the hospital, and when she is released he takes care of her, with a lott of fluff thanks

You Scared Me To Death !

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - When you get hurt, Max realizes just how much you mean to him.

Warnings - mentions of injury, fire, explosion, violence, angst, crash details.

75 laps. That's all that you had to do. Drive for 75 laps. The Bahrain Grand Prix had always been one of your favourite races of the year, and you were so excited. But that excitement had soon ebbed away, after you had missed qualifying because your car wasn't ready for the quali session. The RedBull mechanics had apologised and you had brushed them off, buy you would be lying if you said you weren't angry. It hadn't helped when your teammate and boyfriend Max qualified P1, beating the Mercedes by mere tenths of a second. You had swallowed your hurt and congratulated Max, forcing yourself to feel happy for him.

All it had done was made you determined to win the race tomorrow, even if you had to fight 19 other drivers to do so. Starting P20 on the grid sucked big time, but as Martin Brundle said, "If anyone can fight back from the back of the grid to the podium places, its Y/N L/N" and you had done it before, at the German GP the previous year, fighting back from P19 to P3, winning Driver of The Day as well.

But this race was different. There was a building intensity in the air, you felt it in the air around you. You felt tense and nervous, and you were never nervous. It scared you, but you were going to be damned if you let it show on your face. In your drivers room, you paced back and forth, trying desperately to stop your hands from shaking. Was this what anxiety felt like? you wondered, shaking your head as your heart started hammering against your chest. Far to consumed in your own panicked thoughts, you didn't see your boyfriend walk up to your door, and open it to walk inside.

Max walked into your room, expecting to see you vibing to some R&B music, or something by Rihanna. But you weren't. You were pacing, your brow furrowed and he could see the irregular rise and fall of your chest. He walked up behind you silently, before wrapping his arms around your waist, like he normally did. What he wasn't expecting was your reaction. Usually, you would giggle and let your head fall onto his shoulder, and he would kiss your neck and you two would share a moment. But not this time. This time, you jumped, and nearly fell over onto your bed. "Woah schtaje ! It's just me' he said, eyes softening in concern. "I'm sorry I didn't see you and I shouldn't have jumped, I'm sorry I'm just so klutzy today and I'm also so nervous I-" your nervous rambling was cut off by a pair of warm lip pressing onto your own, as Max's hands cupped your face, instantly calming down your nerves.

You stayed like that for a moment, before pulling away softly, and letting him press his forehead down to yours, fingers gently tracing patterns on your hip. "Why are you nervous mijn geliefde ?" he asked, as he moved his lips to your neck, pressing little kisses along the sensitive skin. "I don't know" you confessed, tilting your head back to give him more access to the expanse of skin, while he stopped at a pulse point to suck at the soft skin, earning. soft moan from you. "Then stop stressing" he mumbled against your neck, word muffling against your skin. "I can't" you replied, struggling to keep the lump in your throat fro growing. "Well," Max said, biting down onto your neck and licking the spot to soothe it, 'Let me help you calm down"

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20 seconds to lights out.

Your heart was thumping so hard against your chest. God, were your hands always so clammy? Was the car always so stuffy ? Was the space always so confined? Was your helmet always that tight?

Your thoughts were muddled. You knew your goal. It was simple. Get to the podium. Except, right now, that goal seemed somewhat impossible. Before you knew, the first red light was flashing, and then the second, and the third and the fourth and the fifth, and then it was 'lights out and away we go!' you sped off, immediately overtaking Magnussen in the car ahead of you. Then, you overtook one of the Williams, but you could feel your breath wavering, and your heart threatening just burst out of your chest. And before you knew it, you were overtaking Giovinazzi in his Alfa Romeo, and the sight of Grosjean's Haas came into view, "And it looks like L/N has already taken over 4 places, making her P16, and we are on lap 2 of 75! It looks like we're going to see her on the podium after, all, but all we can do is wait and see- and oh! that's a terrible, terrible crash!"

It happened so fast. One moment, you were going round the outside of the Haas, and the next the back of the Haas was hitting your front, sending you crashing into one of the barriers, your car spinning a full 360 in the process. The impact as you crashed into the barriers was so intense, you felt yourself blackout for a few seconds.

"That was a horrible crash, between, the RedBull of Y/N L/N and the Haas, I believe of Romain Grosjean. This race has been red flagged and -oh no!' The cry summed it up. Your car had just burst into flames.

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In P1, Max was unaware of the chaos at the back, until he looked in his rear mirrors to see something enveloping into a ball of fire. "Holy shit, whose car is that?" he asked, watching as the flames grew higher. "Um.. Max, I need you to stay calm, but its Y/N" "Are you fucking serious?!" his angry voice burst through his race engineer's headphones, making him flinch. "Is she okay?! Tell me she's okay, damn it!' "Max, I need you to come into the pit lane. We have no information on her yet. Come into the pit lane"

As the 18 other cars came into the pitman, everyone knew better than to park in the way of an anxious Max Verstappen. He jumped out of the car, running to the garage upto Christian, who was watching the screen with his eyebrow furrowed. "Is she alright? Tell me she got out?! Did she get out?!" he was practically spitting the words out, and his engineer and his trainer had to physically restrain him from going to shake Christian. "She hasn't got out yet Max, but the fire Marshalls and the medical guys are there-" "What do you mean she hasn't got out? verdomme, blijf hier niet zitten! doe iets!!"

As his race engineer manoeuvred him to his chair, he yelled at whoever was around, eyes desperately searching to screen for some sign that you were still alive. Outside the RedBull garage, the other drivers were pooling around the garage for some sign that Y/N was okay. The panic had been evident in all their radios.

Charles - "Fuck, fuck, fuck, who was that? Y/N?! Tell me she's okay!"

Carlos - "Joder, ¿quién era ese?" I just saw the car go into flames, tell me they got out okay.

Lewis - oh shit, that was a big crash, fucking hell, is she okay?

Checo- oh no, that was a big one, I hope everyone is okay!

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Back in the car, you felt dazed. Since when was the track this hot, and since when when was your car red ? Were you driving for Ferrari ? No, you drove for RedBull, alongside Max. Your boyfriend Max. Why wasn't he here?

And why did you feel like you were sitting in a sauna? As you begain to regain your consciousness, you felt a searing pain on your hands, and finally clearing the fogginess of your mind, you became fully aware of what was happening. This was your RedBull car. But it was on fire. Almost instantly, your body went into survival mode, ripping the half burnt straps holding your body down, and forcing your limbs to stand up. Looking down you could see your racing gloves glow before they seemed to disintegrate into black dust before your eyes, the flames licking your hands. A scream started in your chest, only to be jammed in your throat, as you opened your mouth to gasp. Big mistake.

The smoke filled your mouth and lungs, and you choked, clawing at your race suit, begging some higher power to help you. Finally, using some courage and adrenaline you didn't know you had, you pulled your body up, bare hands coming in contact with searing hot metal, as your eyes filled with tears of pain. As you jumped out of the car, you became vaguely aware of 3 or 4 people signaling and screaming at you. Too exhausted to even think, you used whatever remaining adrenaline you had to stumble to the barrier and collapse into the first pair of arms.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay? Can you tell me if you're hurt?" The questions were hurled at you from all directions, but you couldn't speak. The head marshall walked up, bracing your body, and checking for injuries. In a hurried voice he asked for the stretcher, but you shook your head. The exhaustion was setting in but you knew you had to let the others know you were okay. But he insisted, and you found yourself sitting on the stretcher instead of lying down, as a medic gently removed your helmet and peeled off the remaining burnt glove, and pressed some ice gently against your burn. Mustering up your remaining strength, you turned to one of the broadcasting cameras and flashed them a tight smile and a thumbs up.

"And as you can see, she has managed to get out of the wreckage, by God's miracle. Thank God she's walked away from that, but how, I cannot comprehend! She went barelling into the barrier and burst into flames and she walked out alive! And I can hear the cheers of the RedBull team, and I think her race engineer is in tears. I can't begin to imagine how Max Verstappen must be feeling"

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Max Verstappen wasn't sure how he was feeling either. He had felt fear, anger, anxiety, more fear, devastation and dread in the longest 15 minutes of his life. But you were alive. And he felt like breaking down, but he had to be strong for you. He watched your tired form on the screen, feeling giddy with relief, and ignoring the others around him, he ran to the medical hospitality center. No one stopped him.

As the white building came into sight, he heaved a sigh of relief as Michael Masi appeared in front of the cameras to give the anxious fans an update. "Y/N is alright. She's currently in recovery, and I can inform you that she is okay. She has minor burns on her hands, and is exhausted, but she will be okay. 2 weeks healing time for the burns, and some proper rest should be fine for her. That's all I know, and I would ask the media, press, social media fans, and others to give her the time she needs to cope and recover. What she has been through is traumatizing and I hope you will respect her privacy at this time. Thank you"

Seeing his hesitation, the nurse turned to the driver, "It's okay. She's fine now. She's on some painkillers and I've cleaned her burns and dressed them. She will be fine, and you can hug her or whatever you want, she won't be hurt. I've kept some painkillers on the table, she should take some again in 2 hours or so" All Max could do was nod, suddenly feeling a lump grow in his throat. With a smile in your direction, the nurse walked out of the room, leaving you alone with Max.

Max turned to nod at the race director, before hurrying through the brown door that led to the medical room you were in. When he walked in, his entire body relaxed. You were alive and safe. Seeing you sitting up in bed, a bottle of water by your side as a nurse wrapped your burnt hand in a white bandage. Looking, your tired eyes met his blue ones, as a tired smile made his way to your face. "Y/N",he said breathily, "Thank God you're alive" he said, practically running over to you, but he stopped himself from hugging, unsure of if it would hurt you.

"Hey baby". All it took was two words for him to rush towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your form, burying his head in the crook of your neck, as a gasping sob left his mouth, and you could have sworn you felt your heart shatter. "I'm okay baby, I'm okay. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm okay" your mantra of "I'm okay" was soothing, as he sobbed into your shoulder. "I thought I'd lost you, you scared me to death!" "I know my love but I'm here and I'm okay" "I thought you were gone. When I saw the flames behind me I didn't even know it was you in the car. When they told me it was you I swear my fucking heart stopped, and all I could do was pray to whatever higher power exists to save you, because I'm nothing without you. If you hadn't made it, I wouldn't survive. You make me better, you help me love, and you let me heal. I love you, and I never, ever want to see you in a situation like that again"

"I love you too" you said, your eyes filling with tears as you listened to him speak. "I love you too" you repeated, gently lifting his chin so his eyes could meet yours, his tear stained cheeks and red eyes breaking your heart, as you tilted your lips to meet his. He returned the kiss with desperation, he needed even more proof that you were alive, and feeling your lips on his were a reminder that you were alive and weren't going anywhere. He kissed you with fervour, hands moving to your hair, one cupping your cheek as his thumb traced your cheekbone, your hands clutching his broad chest.

"Ouch" the soft cry made you two break apart, as you rubbed your stinging hands. "Did I hurt you?" He said, his eyes filling with worry. "No its just the burn. It'll be fine" you replied, shifting in your bed and patting the spot next to you. After a moments hesitation, he climbed in, raising the sterile white sheet and tucking the both of you in. You snuggled up to him, arms wrapping around him as you rested your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping you stable on his chest. Within seconds, you were asleep.

Looking down at your sleeping form, his eyes lingered on the white bandage covering your burn, his eyes filling again as it stood out against your skin. He hated it. It was a reminder that you had nearly died. He had nearly lost you. His train of thought was cut off by his phone ringing, his mum's caller ID flashing across the screen.

"Hi mum" "Is she okay?" His greeting was pushed aside, his mom far too concerned about Y/N. "Yes she's alright now. She's sleeping now, Yeah I'm with her now" "Y/N's mom is with me too, I'll let her know she's okay" "Thanks mum" "Don't forget to rest as well Max" his mum said, knowing full well that her son would forget about taking care of himself when it came to his love. "I will"

And he cut the line. He looked down at you one more time, pressing his lips to your forehead, and swearing to himself that he would protect you for all his life. He let his eyes close, the exhaustion finally getting to him, all his adrenaline and energy draining out his body, and finally content that you were going to be okay, he let his eyes close.

You were going to be okay.

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goingmorry · 3 years

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[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> reacting to thirst tweets

Characters: Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kid, Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Killer, Shanks, Mihawk

Tags: modern au, extremely crude language, sexually suggestive, daddy kink mention

Author's Note: Based on Buzzfeed's Celebrity Thirst Tweets. Since no one’s gonna write this, I will! Please don't take this seriously. 😂

RORONOA ZORO

Reads every message with a deadpan expression.

Thinks every message involving violence like "he could punch me and I'd thank him" or "he could step on me and I'd beg for more" are somehow related to training. 💪🏻

Doesn't understand how people can say certain things out loud but he's intrigued nonetheless.

Fan: "I would let those tiddies of his waterboard me any day of the week. 👁👅👁"

Zoro: "...That doesn't seem comfortable. Is that for an endurance exercise?"

SANJI

The thirstier, the better.

Not for his health though.

Nosebleeds after the third message.

His fans are surprised he lasted that long honestly.

And no, not in that way. 😏

Can't stop gushing blood 'cause his thoughts are running W I L D.

Someone has to call an ambulance for an emergency blood transfusion 'cause it's not stopping tonight. 🚑

Fan: "I would love to wrap up my sweet baby boy, Sanji, in warm blankets and cuddle him for being such an angel. But I would also let him raw me so hard until my legs can't hold me up anymore. 😌"

Sanji: *trips over himself, collapses and almost dies*

TRAFALGAR LAW

You know that confused math lady meme? That's basically him.

Thinks way too hard about each message like there's some deeper meaning but really they just want his DICK. 🍆 🍑 👀

Constantly questions his fans' sanity.

Fan: "Law has free reign to pelvic thrust my face until I pass out. And then, he could slice me up afterward and I'd worship him for it. 🥵"

Law: "Interesting. I wonder if you would be willing to accept an examination? Of the medical kind, of course."

EUSTASS KID

Knows that people act differently online vs. in person.

So he adds fuel to the fire.

Acts like he's down to fuck.

But only because he knows most people don't have the guts to follow through.

Fan: "Kid's like 6'8. I'm like 99 percent sure that his cock is fucking massive. He would absolutely D E S T R O Y me, but tbh I ain't gonna be the one complaining. 🤤"

Kid: "Wanna come say that to my face?" *wide grin*

PORTGAS D. ACE

Flustered af but extremely polite it's laughable.

It could literally be the raunchiest message and he'll fucking thank them like they just complimented his hat weaving skills.

Gives a small bow after reading every tweet.

Genuinely surprised that so many people find him attractive enough to thirst over him.

Fan: "I know Ace always prances around shirtless but can he also go pantsless too? Please just let him be straight up naked. I need to admire that thicc ass of his. 😩"

Ace: "That's very kind of you. Thank you so much for the compliment. 😊"

SABO

Cheeky bastard.

Reads the messages very slowly with no shame whatsoever.

Responds cooly and makes eye-contact with the camera.

Fan: "Listen here, bitches. I only drink two things to quench this thirst: water and Sabo's cum. And water's not gonna cut it for me anymore. 🙃"

Sabo: "I appreciate your enthusiasm, and I will keep this in mind." *smirks at the camera*

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Asks a question every single damn time. LMAO.

Straight up definition of ???

Visibly confused like a lost puppy.

"What does bussy mean?"

"What is creampie? Is that food?"

"I don't understand what they mean by blow. They want to blow me? But I can already blow myself."

Proceeds to use Gear Third to enlarge himself. 😧

Chaos ensues. Cameras start flying everywhere and the studio begins to panic.

KILLER

Shy af. 😳

Has to pause in between reading each thirsty message due to embarrassment.

Surprised at the horniness of the tweets.

Luckily for him, his mask hides his flustered face well.

Fan: "I want Killer to suffocate me with those thicc thighs of his. I would literally thank him for it. 😩"

Killer: "Hmm... That doesn't sound very pleasurable."

SHANKS

110% down to clown. 🤡

Laughs every time he reads about people thirsting over him.

He's sexy, he knows it, and he's not going to apologize for it.

Ends up making his fans blush instead.

Asks the interviewer for the most explicit messages.

Basically, do your worst. He can handle it.

Fan: "Shanks, I'm just a hole, sir."

Shanks: "If that's how you want it to be, sweetie. I promise I'll be gentle." *winks at camera* 😏

DRACULE MIHAWK

Out of touch with internet culture.

Lost with all the abbreviations and slang.

Has to ask the interviewer what "thirsty thot" means.

Responds to the horny messages with his own banter but with the most serious expression ever.

Flattered that people find him attractive.

Fan: "Oh god. Daddy Mihawk, please I stg I will literally pay to lick those sweet abs. 👅"

Mihawk: "I'm not your father, but I suppose I will entertain you just this once."

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noctumbra · 3 years

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❝scent❞

summary ─ “you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

pairing ─ alpha!beefy!bucky barnes x tiny!omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, heat/rut sex, breeding kink, marking kink, sort of marathon sex, pet names, belly bulge

a/n ─ holy shit. hope you like it skjfhsdjfhskjf please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

kinktober masterlist

KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR: alpha!beefy!bucky + tiny!omega!reader + heat/rut sex + breeding kink

You were humming to yourself as you fluffed the pillows you had laid on your bed; whatever you had in the apartment that was categorized as ‘soft’, you had it on the bed. Your heat was close, too close even. You could pick up the telltale signs of your pre-heat, hence the nest you had built. Your body was too warm lately, you got aroused a lot more easily than you usually did. You knew that your scent had changed, too. The looks you got while walking down the street after doing a week’s worth grocery shopping told you enough.

Only thing left to do was waiting for it to hit you.

That and, of course, waiting for Bucky, your Alpha, to come home from the mission he had to go at the last minute. He assured you that it wasn’t going to take long, but it had been four days already. Your body and soul were missing him terribly in the huge bed. The only thing that soothed you enough to get over a couple more days was hugging his pillow and wearing his clothes.

Getting off the bed, you padded towards the kitchen silently. You were still humming to yourself, a song you had heard at the grocery store, when the first of the cramps hit you out of nowhere. You gasped, putting one of your hands on the fridge, the other was placed on your stomach.

Fucking cramps.

You hated them. They were always, always, painful when Bucky wasn’t around. He knew how to soothe, rub and what you needed. He wasn’t here by your side at the moment, though. You sighed and sniffed softly, missing your husband’s, your Alpha’s, presence terribly, you sat down on the chair that was in the kitchen. He asked for you to stay at the tower specifically even though he knew that you’d be more comfortable at your own place in Brooklyn, he needed you to stay at the tower for your safety.

That meant that you had a friend to talk to.

“Hey, Jarvis?” You called out to the AI. “You there?”

“Yes, Ms. Barnes. How can I help you?” You sighed at the soothing voice of the computer. You always liked how softly Jarvis would speak.

“Is there any news on their arrival? My heat started,” you murmured, both hands now clutching at your stomach as you breathed through another cramp.

“They’re on their way back, Ms. Barnes,” Jarvis said, “ETA an hour.” You nodded, knowing that he could see you through the cameras scattered around the floor, and thanked him quietly. Waiting for the cramp to go away, you thought you could make yourself a hot chocolate until you got really desperate. You hated starting your heat without Bucky there; none of the toys you have was him, didn’t carry his scent nor as warm as him. So, you were to wait for an hour.

After what felt like a century, you got up. Your moves were slow and careful not to set off another cramp. You filled the kettle with water and turned the thing on; you needed your hot water bag so badly. Then, you pulled the ingredients for the hot chocolate: Bitter chocolate, cinnamon sticks, brown sugar, a little ginger and milk. You mixed them in silence. The sweet and heady aroma of the chocolate and cinnamon spread around the whole floor, and you hummed happily.

As the kettle went off, your hot chocolate was ready. You filled the water into its bag and the chocolate into a big cup. Adding a couple marshmallows on top, you put the rest the chocolate on top of the marshmallows. You were a chocolate monster when you were heat, and Bucky didn’t like the consumption of chocolate you went through, so you had to take your dosage before he came home.

You walked back to the bedroom; totally planning on burying yourself under the thick and soft linens and duvet, with your hot water bag under your feet and against your back, sipping your hot cocoa until your husband arrived.

What you didn’t plan on, though, was to fall asleep after you finished your cocoa, definitely buried under the duvet.

You jumped awake with the sudden pain. Your cramps were getting stronger, more painful, and Bucky still wasn’t home. You whined pitifully. Tears ready roll down, you whimpered and rubbed your face into his pillows, breathing his scent deeply.

“Jarvis?” You whined. “Where the fuck is my husband?”

“The quinjet had a problem and they had to land somewhere else, Ms. Barnes. ETA has changed from an hour to unknown,” Jarvis answered you. He sounded genuinely sorry, and not that you could blame the freaking computer for it. You whimpered again at the ‘unknown’ and sniffed.

“Thanks, J,” you murmured. You heard him mumbling something back, but you were way too lost in your head.

You wanted your husband here, your Alpha. Your body was yearning and calling out for him, and he wasn’t here to make everything okay. You needed his scent; from his skin, not his pillows. The scent on the fluffy thing was almost washed off, anyway. You needed him here to renew it, make everything okay and stop the pain. Bucky was the only one who could stop the pain, but he wasn’t here to stop it.

Mewling sadly, you sniffed and rubbed your face in his pillow once more.

You felt a cramp kick in with the sniff of his faint scent; your body was burning, sweat had gathered on your forehead long time ago, you gasped. Everything was too much: Too hot, too painful, too empty. You thought about your toys, thought about delaying, keeping yourself entertained until he came, but your body denied the thought with a stronger wave of cramp and you bowed forward, gasping one more time.

You hadn’t realized how much time passed until you heard a bag dropping onto the ground sound. Sniffling, you lifted your head off the pillow, out of the lump you had created and looked at the door. You could sense him; his presence was there.

Your Alpha was home.

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Bucky sighed deeply as he watched the elevator doors open for him and let him step into his floor in the tower. His bag was hanging on his shoulder as he toed off his boots; he had untied his laces while he was in the quinjet. With a grunt, Bucky dropped the bag on the ground. He rolled his shoulders, stretched a little.

There was a little hitch in the quinjet, but it was nothing Tony couldn’t handle. The hitch delayed their arrival for about an extra hour, but he was home at the end of the day nonetheless. All he wanted to do was to eat something, shower and hit the hay. He was exhausted. The mission was a short but rough one; all the unexpected things happened and plan had gone sideways. They had to improvise, but they made do.

It was a bit hard for him to focus with the silent buzzing that had started to go off under his skin two days into the mission, though.

Whistling to himself, Bucky walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. Seeing that it was fuller than he was expecting, he let out a surprised ‘ha!’.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he pulled a small Tupperware filled with mini-sandwiches and the milk box. Bucky popped one of the sandwiches in his mouth and filled a glass of milk. He probably needed to eat more than these sandwiches, but these were the fastest ones he could get his hands on at the moment. He quickly chewed and swallowed. “Baby? Where are you?” He called out again, but frowned in the middle of his bite because there wasn’t an answer.

“Jarvis, is Y/N home?” He asked the AI after he downed his milk in one go.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes, she is,” Jarvis answered politely. Bucky’s frown deepened. Closing the lid over the sandwiches, he walked out of the kitchen softly.

“Then where is she? Why isn’t she answering?” He questioned, but Jarvis didn’t answer him either. Bucky, now worried, ran to the bedroom. Bucky swung the door open. “Honey─”

The scent that hit him on the face had knocked him back a couple steps.

Heat.

You were in your heat.

Bucky felt the buzzing increase and he let out a quiet growl: Your scent drove him crazy the second he took a whiff of it, and he was angry at himself for leaving you alone while being so close to your heat.

“Fuck,” he cursed silently, shaking his head to clear his mind, he marched inside to check up on you. He could see all the soft linens and pillows you’ve had on the floor scattered around the bed, could also see the small lump under the covers.

“Baby girl?” He called out softly, being careful about not to startle you. He heard a whimper that was followed by a sniff, and he felt his heart break. “Oh, you sweet thing. I’m here,” he murmured. “I’m home, baby, Alpha’s home.” He heard one more sniff and then he saw your head popping out under the duvet.

Your hair was a mess and you’ve been crying; it was so easy to tell just by looking at your eyes: They were red and a little swollen. You were also sweating a bit. Bucky leaned forward and placed his hand on your cheek. His fingers were quick to tuck a couple strands of hair behind your ear, he rubbed your lips with his thumb.

Whimpering again, you leaned into his touch. You’ve missed him so much. So much.

“I know, baby,” Bucky whispered, like he could read your mind. “I’m here, it’s okay. We’re gonna make this okay, alright? ‘m gonna make the pain go away.” He kissed your forehead; his lips were so soft and soothing against your heated skin. Your nose was right over his pulse where his scent was the strongest, you gasped, inhaling deeply.

You grabbed him, anywhere you could. You grabbed him and tugged on his t-shirt. You needed skin-to-skin contact, and his t-shirt was getting in the way. You huffed a little when the t-shirt refused to fall apart under your grip. Bucky took a hold of your wrists and kissed inside of your palms.

He hushed your whimpers gently when he pulled away to take the t-shirt off. Your whimper turned into a pleased hum as he placed his warm body onto yours.

Bucky was always so freaking warm, his skin was always so freaking smooth… You loved the feeling of his naked body onto yours. It made you feel like you were loved and cherished for real; like you were wrapped in his love and his devotion with his warm skin marking you the gentlest way ever.

“There ya go, sweet love,” Bucky murmured. He was rubbing his wrists anywhere he could reach on your body, making sure that he was covering you with his scent. When he made sure that you were at least half-covered in his scent, he lifted himself off the bed to shed his remaining clothes. Thanking God silently that he got rid of his boots already, he pulled his pants off with his boxers and moved closer to you immediately.

“Can I get inside, honey? Am I allowed in your nest?” Bucky asked. His eyes were dark with arousal that your scent had woken in him. He knew that as soon as he got you to come at least once, he was going to dive head-first into his rut. I should let Jarvis know, he thought. But gotta get in the nest first.

He heard you sniff and hustle under the covers. Then, the soft linens and duvet were lifted, making a small place for him in the nest, and Bucky jumped right in.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands roaming your naked body. You must have gotten rid of your clothes when you started to sweat; that was what you tended to do. Bucky grabbed you by your neck, squeezing just a little to get you to relax, and placed your face into the crook of his neck. He knew that you must be deprived of his scent, so he should have got that taken care of first. He murmured sweet nothings and placed soft kisses on your face as you breathed his scent in deeply.

After a couple minutes later, Bucky felt the shift in the air: The sad, yearning and desperate air had changed into a hunger, aroused and desperate one. Bucky hummed.

“Mmm,” you hummed at the sound. “Alpha, please,” you murmured. Your eyes were closed, but Bucky didn’t need to see your face or your eyes to know that if you were aroused.

Your scent was letting him know faster than that.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed once again. “What do you want, baby? Hm? You want me to love on you? Kiss you all over?” You whined. “No?” You huffed as you wiggled against him. “You want it rough, kitten? You want me to just take take and take, knot you until I can’t?” Your whimper was filled with approval, and Bucky chuckled. “I won’t stop,” he murmured. “You know that baby. You know that if I start goin’, I won’t stop until I’m finished. We did that before.”

Oh, you thought, that we did and it was fucking amazing.

“You’re one eager and hungry kitten,” Bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly. You moaned as you turned around, thighs wet from the slick you’ve been producing since the morning, and rubbed your ass against his rock-hard cock. Bucky grunted an appreciative moan into your ear. “Baby…”

“Alpha, please?” You looked at him over your shoulder. “Please, I’ve been hurting, please.” Bucky closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to calm down. Your ass was constantly rubbing against his hard-on a little faster now, and Bucky knew he was about to snap.

Growling, Bucky rolled onto you, caging you in his arms, face down on the bed. “Omega,” he groaned. You went limp at his voice tone: It was your aroused and in rut Alpha. Bucky pulled himself off you for a second, and you took advantage of it by lifting your ass up: Presenting. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky moaned behind you. You whined lightly. Bucky’s large hands placed themselves on your ass and he pulled your body towards his, making you sit on his thick thighs.

“Alpha, Bucky, please,” you whined. Your stomach was cramping and your pussy was clenching around nothing, you wanted Bucky to engulf you already but he was taking his sweet time. You moaned, eyes closing, when you felt a cramp hit you. “Fuck, please! It hurts!”

Bucky didn’t waste another second when he saw the tear rolled down on your cheek. He grabbed himself, lining it up, he slid inside of you with one, slow move.

Both of you moaned in relief.

The cramp dissipated as soon as Bucky slid inside of you; your walls were now clenching around something. You felt your thighs tremble and your stomach tighten. You knew that it wasn’t going to take you a long time to come; in fact, you were going to come if he were to thrust in the next few seconds.

“Fuuuck,” Bucky groaned loud and long behind you. His hold on your ass went even tighter; you could feel his blunt nails digging in your soft flesh there. You gasped and let your head fall back, rest on his metal shoulder. “God, kitten, you’re clenching around me so tight.”

You just mewled, holding onto his arms tighter. You moved your hips against his, practically riding him, and Bucky grunted out a sound of approval. Supporting yourself by holding onto his arms, you started to move yourself on him, riding him, faster. Your sweat covered skin was making obscenely wet sounds when it met with his, and all the sounds were getting to your head.

“Alpha,” you mewled again, turning your head to bury your nose in his neck where his scent coming off the strongest. “Take me, Alpha,” you moaned, “Please!”

Growling and grunting, Bucky pushed you face down on the bed harshly, punching a breath out of your lungs. He kept his metal hand between your shoulder blades and started to snap his hips against yours with a punishing pace. Your hips were on the air, your chest was pressed against the warm bed sheet and Bucky’s flesh was grabbing your ass tightly, squeezing it and slapping it.

“You’re so crazy for it, aren’t ya?” He spat. His face was contorted with the raw desire he was feeling, his hair was a mess and his body was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His thick thighs were hitting against yours with each thrust, his balls kissing your clit whenever he slammed back inside, and you were going mad. “You’re fuck’n droolin’ for it, honey.”

You were. The wet patch on the sheet was visible to anyone who was capable of seeing. You whimpered. You wanted him to touch you there, play with you, but words were refusing to serve you at the moment. So, you whimpered even louder.

Bucky hushed and cooed at you softly. His hips never halting, not even for a second, Bucky leaned forward, placing his metal hand right next to your head and he slipped his flesh hand down to your mound.

“I can feel myself there,” he whispered right into your ear. “I can feel my cock strokin’ your soft walls, honey love,” he continued. His thrusts were a bit slower now, more sensual. You moaned, gasped and sighed. He was filling you so perfectly, up to the brink, stretching you so nice, you loved it. You loved how crazy it always drove you. Feeling his even thicker knot at the base of his cock whenever he ground down had you clenching your thighs and bit back a gasp.

“Bucky─ oh, shit!” You gasped loudly as he pressed his hand on your mound deeper. You could feel him there, too. You could feel his gorged mushroom tip stroking your walls sensually. You moaned and bit down on the bed sheet, your hands flying to grab some part of his body and your nails found his bubbly ass, digging themselves there.

Bucky grunted at the small, unexpected pain. “Y’like that? Huh? That got you goin’?” He draped his big, warm and muscled body on top yours fully, caging you under him. You purred in delight. You loved whenever he caged you like this, whenever he smothered you with his body and scent and heat. “Yeeeah, you love that shit.”

“Mmm,” you hummed loudly. “I do, Alpha.” You carefully raised your hips and ground against him. His cock was in so deep, you could feel its heaviness on your toes.

Bucky purred at your back, releasing all kinds of happy and aroused Alpha pheromones. He slid both of his hands under you; his metal one was across your chest, his metal fingers were brushing against your nipples and eliciting whorish moans out of you while his flesh one was around your waist, hand still on your mound, still feeling the bulge his cock was creating on your lower abdomen. He moved his thighs, getting them under yours even more, making you practically half-laying on his lap, he dropped his pelvis down onto yours.

“Fuck,” you breathed as he somehow managed to slide even deeper. “Fuck, Bucky─ Deep,” you moaned. “So fucking deep, oh my God…”

You heard his dark chuckle against your ear. “All the better to put a pup in that womb of yours, pretty,” he whispered, his hot breath licking your cheeks. You gasped at his words. “Yeah, baby. We ain’t gettin’ outta this bed without me knocking you up, without making this bulge,” he pressed his hand on the bulge again, practically cupping his own cock through you, “a baby bump.”

“Oh, shit!”

Bucky smirked and started to snap his against yours again. This time the pace he set was more desperate, more delirious and more pleasurable. He was in way too deep inside of you. His cock was stroking tender places that you didn’t know they existed. His metal fingers were playing with your nipples; pinching and pulling them harshly, groping one of them in the metal palm and squeeze. With each thrust, each wet, obscene sound that echoed through your bedroom walls was rapidly pushing both of you towards the edge. You could feel Bucky’s thick knot getting bigger and bigger, and at one point his knot slid inside of you; making his thrusts turn into filthy grinds.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned in your ear. “Do you have any idea how tight you are? How good you smell? How owned you look?” You swallowed your spit, choking on a moan while doing it so. “I’ma make you look even more owned, honey.” Bucky ground his hips, hitching you up on his lap even more, angle feeling even deeper. You gasped. “I’ma put a baby in you, honey love. Then, I’ma watch you grow round with my pup. Gonna make you walk around with only your bra so that I can see my pup growing and moving in you.”

“Bucky!” Moaning and shouting, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. You trashed in his arms, wiggled your hips, tightened your hold on his ass and threw your head back on his shoulder. Bucky growled.

“Yeah,” he groaned, “Y’re already milkin’ my cock, sweet Omega,” he murmured. “Your pussy is eager to get knocked up, innit? Hm? It’s beggin’ for my come, it’s ready for me, ain’t it?”

“Yea!” You shouted, “It is! It’s ready! Please!” You wiggled in his arms even more. Your thighs were clenching and cramping on his thick ones. “Gimme it, Alpha, please! Please put a pup in me!”

Growling, roaring, Bucky snapped his hips as much as he could while his knot was locked up in you. It was pulling the sensitive opening and creating a sweet pain there, but you loved that. You loved feeling his big knot. You moaned. You brought your hands to over his, holding them tight, you looked over your shoulder to his almost black eyes.

“Breed me, Alpha, put a pup in me, please,” you whined, high and very feminine, and purred. Bucky shouted, and then his shout turned into a loud growl and his knot popped into you. Covering your soft and hungry walls with his come, Bucky bit down on his mating mark again, causing you to shiver violently and came again, drowning you into the pleasure.

You must have blacked out because when you came back to yourself, Bucky was still locked up into your but didn’t look as tired and sweaty as he was before. You hmphed, stretching a little, a satisfied moan escaped from your mouth.

“Ah,” Bucky murmured lovingly, “There is my pretty Omega.” You felt your face heating up and smiled at him adorably. Bucky chuckled. “How are you feeling, love?” You hummed, stretching even more, and draped your naked body over your mate’s. “That good, huh?” You nodded against his equally naked body, kissing the soft skin under your lips. Bucky ushered you to sit up a little and handed you a bottle of water. “Drink some, baby,” he instructed, helping you with it since your limbs were nothing but noodles.

You felt the cold water running inside of your body, you moaned in relief. “You were thirsty, huh?” Bucky joked, smiling all too smugly to himself. You elbowed him lightly but you were smiling as well. “Here, eat this, too.” Putting a small piece of sandwich in your mouth, Bucky had fed you almost one, whole sandwich.

“Hmmm,” you hummed as you draped yourself over his body yet again. Bucky stroked your hair. You wiggled your hips, pulling on the knot just a little, Bucky hissed. “Alpha,” you whined.

“Ssh,” Bucky hushed you, “It’s alright, love.” Kissing your temples, Bucky hugged your body tightly, his hips were moving with small thrusts. He was careful not to pull on the knot, but he was able to grind deep while still locked in. You hummed a moan out. Bucky turned your head towards his by gripping your chin with his two fingers, he kissed you.

“You know the real fun is just starting, honey love.”

And before you could answer, you were flipped over again, and already close to coming.

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It wasn’t a surprise when you found out you were pregnant with Bucky’s pup a month later, when your heat didn’t visit you.

You sure as hell celebrated the news with Bucky as if you were in heat.

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twinkleimagines · 3 years

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* Don’t be jealous princess*

You and Drew have been dating for over a year now, you had actually gotten together right after Chase and Maddie has. Usually you weren’t the jealous type but when you noticed that your boyfriend spent more time with Your shared friend Maddie than he did with you it had started to bother you.

“ hey chase” you spoke as you saw your friend and coworker from the show OBX’s face pop up on your screen.

“ howdie y/n what’s up?” He responded running his hands through his hair fluffing it out.

“ howdie howdie” you responded smiling down at your phone. “ I was gonna go live later this afternoon on the obx page and I was gonna see if you and Maddie wanted to join me at some point” you responded , flopping down on your sofa.

“ uhm duh” he beamed out.

“ awesome “ you responded nodding your head . “ where is Maddie ?”

“ oh she’s at Drew’s” you sat still for a Monet, your brows furrowing together.

“ huh” you responded, a frown placing on your face. “ that’s funny” you responded. It was really to yourself but Chase heard you.

“ what?” He asked getting curious himself.

“ Drew hasn’t talked to me all day” you responded softly, the expression showing clear on your face.

“ oh” was all chase could say, not really knowing what to say.

“ does it not bother you?”

“ what?”

“ they’re Always together Chase. “ you responded. Chase sighed heavily looking out one of his bedroom windows , thinking how to respond to your statement .

“ well, we’re all so close . The whole group. And they live in the same apartment complex. I’m also always busy so I can’t be around as much. “ you nodded slightly agreeing with him.

“ but” chases interrupted causing you to look back up at the phone. “ Drew could at least tell you he’s with her. If Maddie didn’t tell me and didn’t text me all day that would definitely have me worrying. “

“ I know! I feel like all day I’m fighting for his attention and they’re always together. It use to not bother me but when I’m waiting until the end of the day to hear from Drew just to find out he’s been with her all day is beyond annoying”. Chase nodded sighing heavily. You could tell by what all you were saying was starting to cause a concern for him as well.

“ I’m sorry chase I just-“

“ no no I get it y/n I do” he responded . “ I don’t personally think there is anything going on between the two of them but I would talk with Drew just to clear up and confusion and stuff” he suggested . You both spoke for another 30 minutes before hanging up. You sighed before attempting to call Drew, his phone going straight to voicemail which only angered you. You sighed with frustration as you dialed maddies number, pressing speaker as you waited for her to answer.

“ hey y/n” she responded with her bubbly voice.

“ hey” you responded kind of stern. It was honestly harder than you thought it would be to hide the envious of her being with your boyfriend .

“ what’s up you okay?” She asked , noticing the tone in your voice.

“ yeah” you responded, hardly convincing. “ where’s Drew?” You asked .

“ hold on” she said her tone lowering .

“ here Drew, it’s y/n” she said . You could hear her say in the back ground ‘ I think she’s upset’ before you heard Drew answer.

“ hey princess” he responded. You frowned, you were so happy to hear his voice but you wanted to be with him so bad and you hated how you were feeling jealous over his friendship with Maddie.

“ hey babe” you sighed out. “ what are you doing?”

“ I brought Maddie some of mommas casserole and then we’ve been playing board games. What are you up to princess ?” You rolled your eyes of the image of Drew and Maddie playing board games but quickly shook your head pushing those angered thoughts away.

“ well…. I was waiting on you” you replied softly, messing with the strings on your pajama shorts .

“ waiting on me?” He responded . You scoffed slightly. Of course he’d forget.

“ my OBX live is within the next hour, you were going to come over remember ? “ you exclaimed.

“ ahh… shit princess I’m sorry my phones been dead so I hadn’t even paid attention to the time. I’ll come over” he said moving around.

“ No no it’s okay, you won’t get here in time anyways..” there was a moment of silence between the two of you before Drew spoke up excitedly.

“ you can just add me and Maddie to your live!” He suggested excitedly . You pushed your lips together in frustration, squinting your eyes In anger.

“ yeah sure ok” you responded without much enthusiasm but Drew hadn’t caught on.

“ awesome princess I’ll charge my phone okay I love you “ he said .

“ I love you too” you said before hanging up.

“ ughhh” you groaned before throwing yourself back against your couch.

****

“ okay thanks chase we’re gonna bring Maddie and Drew on next ! “ you said into your phone. You had been on Instagram live with chase for a good 45 minutes , answering wild questions from the fans , waiting for Drew to text you that they were ready to come in the live .

“ okay love you y/n bye guys!” Chase said before ending his side of the chat.

“ okay let’s get Drew and Maddie on” you said quietly before biting your bottom lip as you searched Drew’s name in the view list .

“There they are!” You beamed before clicking Drew’s name .

“ hiiiiii!” Maddie said excitedly waving into the camera. Drew was sitting next to her on her couch, waving into the camera. You could feel the jealously pooling back through but this time you really had to hide it since over 20k people were watching . You had only been 5 minutes into it with Drew and Maddie when you started noticing comments from the views mentioning how it was weird that Drew was with Maddie and not you. You had even seen one comment

‘DREW- why are you not with your GF????’

You watched Madelyns face to see if she would notice the comments too and you could tell she had seeing as her smile went away. The live didn’t last much longer considering most the comments were nothing but shaming Drew and Madelyn for being together and not with you or Chase. It blew your mind since the fans never really pointed it out when it was chase on live with them but when it was you it was like that’s all they could speak on.

***

You were awoken from your nap to the sound of your doorbell ringing, your living room dark as it was night time.

“ coming” you said pulling one of Drews t-shirt down that he had left over at your house.

“ hey princess “ Drew said as you opened the door, a set of flowers. You were honestly very excited to see him, but being annoyed as to how much he’s being leaving your out for Madelyn was over powering your excitement.

“ thanks” you mumbled while grabbing the bouquet of flowers before stepping out of the door way letting him in.

“ I’m sorry I’m sent here for the live but I figured movie night can make up for it “ he said, his tall figure slouching down pecking your cheek.

“ sure” you answered walking towards your kitchen, grabbing a glass of water.

“ comedy? Horror?” Drew questioned following behind you. You sighed as you felt his large hands wrap around your waste, “ romance” he said seductively in your ear. You pushed his hands away stepping away from him.

“ Drew stop” you said walking towards your counter, pushing your hair behind your hair.

“ princess what’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely concerned. You furrowed your eyebrows, almost in anger at the fact he was being so clueless to it all.

“ really drew?” You responded . You really didn’t want to be one of those toxic controlling girlfriends, but you knew if you didn’t bring it to attention it was going to honestly eat you alive.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” He stated straight into his figure up looking at you with confusion.

“ ugh” you scoffed, throwing your hands up. “ isn’t it obvious?” Drew just looked at you dumbfounded and completely lost.

“ I miss my boyfriend “ you stated , leaning back against the counter , looking down at the floor.

“ what? Princess what are you talking about?” He said walking towards you.

“ we’ll drew, we’ve been together for over a year and yet you’re with Madelyn more than you are with me. And it’s becoming like an excessive amount.” You stated, pushing your hair back. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“ are you fucking laughing ?” You scolded pushing yourself up off the counter .

“ yes I am “ he stated crossing his arms as he propped himself against the counter next to you. “ are you jealous?” He replied in a mocking tone, clearly amused. You went to speak but nothing coming out as you didn’t know how to respond.

“ don’t be jealous princess”

You rolled your eyes before brushing past him, purposely brushing your shoulder into his bicep since his figured towered over you. “ whatever Drew don’t take me serious then” you spatted out before flopping down on your couch , pulling your phone out.

“ princess I do take you serious” he said before standing in front of you , looking down at you. “ it’s just you’re so cute when you’re jealous, especially when you have nothing to be jealous about” he replied before grabbing your hands, pulling you up to stand with him. “ all of us are just such close friends, and Madelyn lives below me so we’re just closest to eachother when we need company. There’s nothing going on between us princess you never have to worry about that” you looked over looking around in your kitchen, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

“ I don’t mean to be jealous” you said still not making Eye contact. “ but when my boyfriend is with another girl s day and can’t even call me or text me at all the whole day… kind of hard to not question things. “ he sighed heavily nodding.

“ yeah honestly that was kind of shitty of me. I got lost in time and I had my phone up and - it doesn’t matter. I’ll do better princess. “ he said before leaning down to kiss your lips. You sighed with relief into the kiss, wrapping your arms tightly around his abdomen, pulling his muscular figure against yours. You giggled as he moved his lips from your cheek down to your neck , and then back up again to peck a quick one on the tip of your nose.

“ so” he said , holding your face in his hands. “ comedy, horror, or romance?” He asked again, with a big smirk playing on his face. You shrugged knowing the smile he was giving meant you guys weren’t going to make it through the movie anyways.

“ what ever “ you responded staring at his plump bottom lip, fantasizing about pressing against it once again.

“ whatever” he mocked before leaning down again to kiss you, this time his hands landing on your bottom, giving it a squeeze.

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summary: r has always liked having pyrokinesis, but after getting into trouble, she leans onto natasha for support (i’m sorry that is an awful summary fhjkdsf)

Part Two

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

word count: 5k

warnings: swearing, needles, kidnapping, mentions of arson, lmk if i need to add any more!

A/N: this is gonna have multiple parts btw! i’m planning on 3 parts, but it could be more than that haha. also, since i’ve written a lot of pyrokinetic reader x natasha, feel free to imagine this taking place in any of those universes. preferably not the operation fire widow/bring you back universe. nat and r have been through enough there- but i imagine it in the you saved me universe!

You huffed out a sigh as you took in your surroundings. It was completely dark except for the small, irritating light in the corner. There was a pain in your arm, you felt a poke, and assumed it was an IV.

You tried to use your powers to get out of here, you tried to create a light, you tried to burn the ropes holding you to the chair, but nothing worked. Probably a result of the IV.

You were here because of a stupid decision you thought was right at the time.

You were fighting in the middle of the city, HYDRA decided that they wanted to make a scene. Mid-battle, you noticed a HYDRA agent carrying a child who was screaming and thrashing. No one else seemed to notice, they were all busy fighting.

You couldn’t ignore it, you couldn’t let them take a child. So, you made a large blast of fire, hoping that would prevent anyone else from following and attacking you as you went after the kid.

Looking back now, you should’ve at least gone on coms and told the team what you were doing. But you weren’t thinking straight at the moment. You just kept running until you reached them.

It wasn’t like you could send fire at them like you had before; you couldn’t risk hitting the kid.

So there you stood, coming up from behind to knock him down.

As soon as you lay a hand on him however, you let out a gasp of pain as something sharp poked your neck.

As your vision began to fade, you looked down to see the child staring at you with a guilty expression as he held the syringe.

You fell to your knees, hearing nothing but laughter from the man.

That was two days ago. And that was what got you into this situation. You weren’t sure if anyone even saw you go after him, so for all they knew you just disappeared out of the blue.

Guilt began to consume you as you thought about your girlfriend, Natasha.

She knew you were strong and could look out for yourself, but that didn’t stop her from completely freaking out every time you were injured. You could only imagine what was going through her mind now.

At the compound, Natasha began pacing back and forth around the living room. Everyone was seated there, wanting to talk about the mission and your disappearance.

“How could none of us have seen her?” She asked, making eye contact with each and every one of her teammates.

“Where could she have gone?”

“Who took her?”

Before she could talk any more, Clint stood up and put his arms around her to stop her from pacing.

“We’re gonna find her, Nat,”

She let out a defeated sigh, collapsing onto her friend.

“I’ve got satellites looking, FRIDAY is hacking into every street camera, we will find her,” Tony assured her, standing up.

She managed to give him a nod before leaving and making her way back up to her bedroom she shared with you.

Once the door closed, she collapsed onto the bed, clinging onto your pillow as tight as she could.

She had spent two nights without you by your side, she had barely gotten any sleep.

She missed the feeling of wrapping her arms around you while you clung onto her like a koala. She missed waking up next to you, placing a few kisses on your forehead.

She just missed you.

Of course, you had spent nights away from each other on missions and stuff. But this time, she had no idea where you were and when she would be waking up with you again. That just made everything worse.

One of the perks of having a pyrokinetic girlfriend was that she was never cold anymore. Sometimes you would hold your hands over hers, using your powers to warm them up. Or sometimes she would cup your cheeks to gather up the heat you were radiating. If she was really cold, you would wrap your arms around you as she would completely bury herself in you. Even after she was warmed up, it would usually just turn into a cuddle session of holding one another close.

She hugged the pillow even tighter, so desperately wishing it was you. She didn’t even realize she was crying until she noticed how wet the pillow was.

Letting out a long sigh, Natasha pulled all the blankets she had gathered over her, flipping the pillow over.

No matter how many blankets she had, none of them were able to give her the warmth you had.

Without you, she was just cold.

Another day passed before something finally changed. The lights were turned on, and you were given more water than before, and you were actually given some food.

You noticed the person walking in was the boy you were trying to save, but ended up stabbing you with the needle.

“Hello,” he said, placing the food tray down next to you.

“Hi,” you replied flatly.

As he headed for the door again, he made eye contact. Your heart dropped at how apologetic he looked.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Henry,”

“What’s a boy like you doing here, Henry?”

He shrugged before turning back and taking a few steps closer to you.

“It’s just the life of someone who’s dad is big in HYDRA and decided to get full custody after killing your mom,”

Your heart dropped, this boy couldn’t have been more than 10 and he had already lost so much.

“I’m sorry,” you told him.

“Why? It’s not like you killed her,”

You sighed before noticing the sadness in his eyes and the tears threatening to fall.

“Do you want to talk about her?” You offered. He thought for a moment,

“Maybe, but I can’t right now, I have to leave. But I’ll come back tomorrow,”

“Okay, bye Henry.”

“Bye!”

As promised, he did arrive the next day. He came in with a smile on his face before setting your food down.

“Hello!”

“Hi,”

You reached out to grab food, but winced as you moved your arm, remembering the needle in your arm. So you reached over with your other hand instead.

“Do you know what the heck they’re putting in me?”

He shakes his head no,

“It takes away your powers, but that’s all I know. I did hear someone say that they plan on changing the needle tomorrow,”

“So what other stuff do you hear?”

“It’s just bits and pieces,”

You let out a sigh as he reached up to grab some of your food. You held your good hand up to stop him.

“Kid, I’m the hostage here. I know you’re getting fed better than me. So unless you plan on giving me some of your food in exchange, hands off,”

Henry sighed, then pulled his hand back and sat down again.

“What’s it like?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

“What’s what like?”

“Everything. Being an Avenger, having powers, fighting people,”

You laughed at his excitement,

“Being an Avenger has its perks, it’s always nice saving the world every once in a while. The powers are nice too. I remember the first time I made fire appear in thin air, it was one of the best feelings in the world. I can make myself really warm, which works out perfect for Nat-” you stopped yourself as you thought about her.

Your face fell, thinking about your girlfriend and how much you missed her.

He turned his head to the side at your expression.

“Why are you sad?” He asked. “Do you miss your powers?”

“Yeah,” you answered quickly. “I just miss my pyrokinesis. Whatever you’ve got in here is really effective,”

“They’re still gonna make you go to sleep tomorrow, in case your powers come back when they change the needle. Why do they change needles anyway?”

“To prevent infections,”

“Oh,”

He sat there criss-crossed, holding his hands in his lap while moving his thumbs around. You noticed that he looked slightly happier today compared to yesterday.

“Who’s your favorite Avenger?” He asked.

“Black Widow,”

“Why? She doesn’t have any powers! She just fights,”

“Exactly. She’s just as important to the team as the rest of us without powers, that just makes her even more impressive. She holds us together, we would be lost without her,”

He gave you a mischievous smile as he observed the way you talked about her.

“Do you have a crush on Black Widow?”

You scoffed at the young boy. There was no way in hell you would be discussing your relationship status with him.

“What about you, Kid? Who’s your favorite Avenger?”

“Spider-Man. He’s so cool how he swings across buildings! And he has super strength!”

You smiled at him. You would most definitely be telling Peter about his young fan.

“He’s pretty cool,”

He smiled for a few moments, before turning back around and facing the door.

“I should probably go,” he said, his voice dropping. “I don’t want him to find out. I’ll come by again after they change the needle!”

“Alright,” you said. You were sad he was leaving, you had been enjoying his company, but you completely understood his worries.

He waved goodbye, then left the room feeling better than he had when he walked in. He would be back soon to talk with his new friend.

“I’ve got her!” Tony said as he stood up from his desk. “I know where she is!”

“I’ll get everyone ready,” Steve replied, leaving to make the announcement.

Natasha changed into her suit faster than she ever had before. Now that they knew where you were, she wanted to get to you as fast as they possibly could.

So she was the first to meet Steve and Tony outside the Quinjet.

Her expression was emotionless, but they both knew she had so many thoughts and feelings running through her mind right now.

Wanda was the next one out, taking her spot in between Steve and Natasha. She was almost as nervous as Natasha.

Soon enough, the rest of the Avengers all made their way down and were ready to go.

Clint had to physically restrain Natasha to stop her from pacing mid-flight. He knew she was scared, but what she was doing wasn’t helping.

She made eye contact with Wanda, then felt a few tears threatening to form. She took a deep breath in, then restrained her tears.

She finally let out the breath as she felt her best friend hug her.

It would be okay eventually, but for now all that mattered was getting you back.

“What’s that noise?” You asked, jerking up.

“I’m not sure,” Henry said, looking up too.

As soon as the others left your room, he ran in and stayed by your side until you woke up. He was hoping for another day of fun conversations, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t be happening now.

“You should get out of here, don’t let them catch you like this,”

He thought for a moment, then looked back out the door. An alarm went off, and he recognized the signal it was sending.

“Your friends are here for you,”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Do me a favor and pull the needle out? It’ll be better to have it out sooner now that they’re here,”

He hesitantly held his hand over the needle, his breath hitched as soon as he touched your arm.

“You can do it, Henry. Just pull it out as fast as you can,”

His breaths became shaky as he grabbed the tip of the needle.

“I’ll count down for you,” you said as he nodded. “One… two… three!”

Just as he pulled it out, he let out a scream at the sound of a gunshot from right outside the room.

The door opened, and there stood Natasha.

She no longer had the glow in her eyes, or the softness on her face she normally had around you. In fact, you would be terrified of her if she wasn’t here to save you.

Your face fell as you saw she still had her gun raised.

“Don’t hurt him!” You yelled, holding your hand out protectively over him.

She said nothing, but walked over to you, wrapping her arms around you while holding you up.

She brought a hand to your cheek, stroking it gently for a moment while keeping her other arm around your back.

You leaned forward, then rested your forehead against hers as she held you.

“Uh, guys,” Henry interrupted your moment. “You should probably get out of here,”

You nodded, then looked out the door Natasha came from.

“I’ll buy you some time!” He offered.

You thought for a minute, your gaze shifting between him and Natasha.

“I’ll come back for you,” you told him. “Be careful!”

“Don’t worry about me! Just go!”

You nodded, then completely leaned onto Natasha. Your arm was still sore, and your legs could barely hold you considering you had hardly moved them for a few days.

Luckily for you, your assassin girlfriend was really strong and had no problem picking you up and carrying you as you wrapped yourself around her.

She was easily able to run through the halls, holding you with one hand and holding her gun with the other.

You buried your face in her neck, wanting to hide from everything going on around you. She heard you whimper, then tightened her grip on you.

It felt like it had taken forever, but eventually you were outside again. You finally opened your eyes when you heard the familiar sound of the Quinjet engine.

Natasha never left your side, keeping an arm wrapped around you as she set you down.

It had only taken a few minutes for everyone else to get back after Natasha told them she had you, taking out a few HYDRA agents along the way.

Steve’s gaze softened when he saw the state you were in. He was about to say something before Natasha met him with a harsh glare. You needed to rest after what just happened.

“It’s okay, baby,” she whispered to you, finally letting her softness return. “You can rest now. You’re okay.”

When you opened your eyes again, you were in a hospital bed back at the compound. Natasha sat in the chair next to you, one hand over yours while the other was holding her head up as she slept.

On the other side, Bruce and Dr. Cho were talking to each other about your condition.

“Y/N,” Dr. Cho said as she met your eyes.

Her voice woke Natasha up, who immediately gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

You turned to face your girlfriend, extending both arms out to her.

“Lay with me,”

Natasha looked at the two doctors, as if asking for permission. Once they told her it was fine, she pulled the sheets down and crawled next to you. She began to completely drown their voices out as she ran her fingers up and down your arm, drawing small patterns on your shoulder. Ever so often, she would lean forward and plant a kiss on the back of your neck.

“How long was I out?” You asked.

“Almost 24 hours. The stress of the situation, plus what they were putting in you definitely called for rest.”

“So, am I gonna be okay?”

“Yes,” Bruce said. “However, we’re looking into what they were injecting you with. It definitely had to do with your powers, so it’s best if you don’t use them for a few days.”

You nodded, then turned back around to face Natasha.

“You’re cold,” she said as you wrapped your arms around her. “That’s a first,”

“Don’t worry,” Bruce assured both of you. “You’ll be warm and pyrokinetic again in no time.”

Later that evening, you were on Natasha’s lap with a blanket covering both of you. She hadn’t left your side the entire day, apart from when you needed to use the bathroom. Even then, she stood right outside the door waiting for you to come back out.

“Natty,” you said to her. She removed her lips from your neck, then planted a kiss on your cheek instead. She hummed, waiting for your response as she continued littering kisses all over your face.

“I don’t want to go back there,”

“You don’t have to. You never do,”

“Yes I do. I promised Henry I would come back for him.”

“The same boy who shoved a syringe in your neck?” She said, eyebrows raised. “Tony was able to get footage,”

You sighed as she kissed your neck once again.

“It’s a lot more complicated than that,” you began. “He told me all about how his dad is a big part of HYDRA, and he killed his mom.”

“Y/N, I love you, but you have to know that there’s a high chance he was lying about all that.”

“Then why would he tell us that he’d buy us time when he left?”

“Probably just saying whatever it took for me not to kill him. It’s awful, but he was probably recruited at such a young age so they use that to their advantage.”

“Oh come on, Natty,” you said. You turned around and straddled her waist so you could face her. “Shouldn’t you have more sympathy for him? Especially considering where you were at his age,”

She thought for a moment, then pulled the blanket up closer.

“Maybe I’m a little biased because he’s part of the reason you were taken,”

You sighed, then leaned forward and rested your head on her chest. You’d get through to her eventually, but for now all you wanted to do was lay in her arms.

You huffed out a sigh as you pushed all the blankets off of you. That was something you definitely hadn’t gotten used to, and you couldn’t wait to take them all off the bed.

Natasha chuckled at your frustration, then sat up and smiled at you.

“Good morning, detka,”

You grumbled again, but couldn’t help but smile at the way your girlfriend was looking at you.

“It’s been three days of this shit,” you said as you sat up. “As soon as we go to Bruce today and get cleared, I will burn some of these. God, you have no idea how much I’ve missed setting things on fire,”

She laughed, then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“So my sweet little girlfriend just wants to go commit arson? Tell me again why you’re an Avenger?”

“You know what I meant!”

She laughed again, which prompted you to throw a pillow at her.

“You’re gonna regret that, detka,”

“Will I?”

She stared at you for a few moments, a mischievous smile on her face as you smirked at her.

You let out a squeal as she suddenly pounced at you, knocking you back down. She placed several kisses on your face, but her hands also found their way under your shirt and onto your stomach.

You let out another squeal as she began ticking you, moving her hands up and down as you began to let out uncontrollable laughter.

“Natty, stop!” You begged between giggles.

She stopped for a moment, still smiling at you.

“Are you gonna throw a pillow at me again?”

You hesitated for a moment, and that was enough for her to move her hands again.

You nearly screamed as she continued tickling you. This only made her smile more.

“How about now?” She asked. “Will you throw a pillow at me again?”

“No! I promise!”

She seemed satisfied, then removed her hands from your body as she gave your forehead a quick kiss.

“Let’s go get ready for your checkup,” she said, then smiled again. “And then my baby can get back her ability to commit arson with her mind,”

You rolled your eyes, but followed her out of bed.

After getting changed, you held her hand as you made your way back to medical. You couldn’t help but feel nervous and anxious the entire walk there.

Bruce was waiting for you as you sat on the exam table. Natasha stayed standing, but kept her hand attached to yours.

“We’re gonna need to take a blood sample,” he told you.

You nodded, but squeezed Natasha’s hand tighter. You had always hated needles, and your previous experience definitely didn’t help.

As he inserted the needle in your arm, you closed your eyes and kept your tight hold on your girlfriend’s hand.

She hated seeing you like this. She hated that you even had to go through this in the first place.

Her hand was beginning to hurt from the amount of force you were squeezing her, but she didn’t flinch at all. She just kept her eyes on you, making sure you were okay as Bruce got the blood sample he needed.

When he took the needle out and put a bandage on your arm, you finally opened your eyes again.

You didn’t even realize you had tears in your eyes until you saw how blurry your vision was. You tried to blink the tears away before anyone would notice, but you were too late.

Natasha gave you a solemn look before bringing her other hand up to your face. She used her thumb to wipe the tears away, keeping her other hand attached to your own.

She then sat next to you on the table, and wrapped an arm around you as you leaned into her. She reached her hand behind you, then gently stroked your hair as she held you close.

“So will I get to use my powers again?” You asked Bruce.

“We’ll find out in about five minutes,”

You nodded, then leaned further into your girlfriend.

“How’s your arm feeling?” She asked as she continued stroking your hair.

“Hurts,” you admitted with a light laugh. “Not too bad though, not as bad as the HYDRA needle. God that one burned.”

You looked up at her, then nuzzled your head in the space between her neck and shoulder.

“I can’t wait to be your personal human heater again,” you told her.

She smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ve just been glad to have you back, detka, but I’m also looking forward to being warmed up by you,”

Bruce smiled at the two of you, but his face fell as the results appeared on the computer.

“There’s still traces of what they put in your bloodstream,” he said. “Until it’s gone, you won’t be able to use your powers. I’m sorry, Y/N. We can check it again next week,”

Your heart dropped. You held your hands in your lap, looking down at them. You thought about all the times you made flames appear just from your palms. Now, you weren’t sure when you’d be able to do it again.

Natasha met your eyes, a neutral expression on her face. She was also sad about your powers, but she didn’t want to bring your spirits down even more. So, she interlaced her fingers with yours.

“Okay, so maybe a few more nights with blankets,” she said softly. “Then I get my favorite blanket back,”

You sighed, then stood up, keeping your fingers interlaced with hers.

You thanked Bruce, then walked out and went to the kitchen.

One of the perks of having pyrokinesis was that it made cooking easier. Sometimes you would just heat up the food in your hand, or hold the pan until everything cooked. It took awhile to figure out how to get it right, resulting in accidentally setting the fire alarm off multiple times as you burned food to a crisp. But eventually you were able to get your powers to work as your own oven and microwave.

Now that you couldn’t do that, you chose cereal instead. As you swallowed your first bite, you shivered as the cold milk went down your throat.

“I hate being cold,” you grumbled as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Natasha smiled sadly, then brought your non-dominant hand to her mouth as you kept eating. She placed lengthy, but soft kisses on the back of it.

“I can keep you warm now,”

You smiled at the gesture, then let out a small chuckle.

“Natty, I love you, but we both know you’re way too cold on your own to warm someone up,”

She rolled her eyes.

“I could totally warm you up,”

“Please, you’re literally an iceberg. Why do you think we go so well together?”

She laughed, then kissed your hand again.

“Well right now we’re both icebergs. I think we can keep each other warm if we stay close, y’know, sharing body heat,”

You sighed, then leaned forward before kissing her.

You intended for it to be a quick, short kiss. But she had other plans.

She ran her tongue along your bottom lip, grinning as you allowed her entrance. Once you did, she grabbed your hips and pulled you onto her lap.

“See?” She said with a grin. “You’re warmer already,”

“You’re right,” you said, cupping her cheeks. “We should keep each other warm more often,”

She smiled, then kissed you again. You deepened the kiss this time, keeping one hand on her cheek and wrapped the other around her neck.

“That cereal is pretty good,” she said between kisses.

You laughed, then reconnected your lips. You stayed in her embrace, kissing her, for what was far too short in your opinion. You only stopped when you heard someone clear their throat from behind you.

You turned around to see Clint getting his own food.

“So what’s the news on your powers?” He asked. “Do we need to have fire extinguishers at the ready?”

Natasha glared at her friend, tightening her grip on you. He got his answer as soon as he saw her glare and noticed the way your face dropped.

“I’m sorry,” he said. He was going to say something else, but decided not to as Natasha kept her glare. So he waved a short goodbye, then left.

“Can we just go back to our room?” You asked.

“Of course,”

After putting your bowl away, you followed your girlfriend back upstairs, fully intending on staying in bed all day.

You glared at the blankets, but reluctantly pulled them over you.

You felt a little better once Natasha pulled you into her arms once again. You leaned back into her, holding onto her hands that lay around you.

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

“I’m going to get my powers back,”

“Just focus on resting up for now, okay, detka?”

“Okay.”

A week later, you woke up ready to see Bruce again. You had been counting down the days, desperate to get your powers back.

Natasha gave a hesitant smile as you greeted her with a good morning kiss. She wanted you to get your powers back too, but she didn’t want you to be let down after your hopes had been so high.

Of course, she did miss using you as a personal heater. But even more than that, she missed seeing the smile on your face as you would control the flames emitting from you. She missed the satisfied smirk you would give whenever you knocked down someone you were fighting with fire. She missed how you would squeal excitedly after your powers helped you successfully cook something.

You were practically bouncing in your steps as you walked down to Bruce. While you dreaded the needle from the blood sample, you tried not to focus on that. Instead, you focused on how amazing it would feel to make fire again.

You still held on tight to your girlfriend’s hand as the needle pricked your skin. She ran her thumb over the back of your hand as you let out a small whimper.

Everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath as the computer analyzed your blood.

Natasha was almost as nervous as you. Her breath hitched when Bruce said the results were coming in.

His eyes lit up as he read them.

“Your bloodstream is clean, Y/N,”

You smiled, then hugged Natasha out of happiness.

He smiled at you, then you thanked him, still bouncing in your step.

“Alright, let’s go outside. I want this flame to be good,”

Natasha nodded, keeping her hand connected to yours as you led her out. Bruce decided to follow, just in case there was something he missed.

Your smile grew even wider as you stood in front of the compound.

Taking a deep breath, you gave both yourself and your girlfriend a reassuring nod.

You took a step away, then flicked your wrist.

Nothing.

“What the fuck?”

You flicked it again. Still nothing.

Again. Nothing.

You flicked your other wrist, desperate to see the smoke rising from your palm. Once again, nothing.

“No,” you said, dropping to your knees. “Why don’t I have my powers?”

Natasha was by your side in a split second, putting an arm on your shoulder.

“I thought you said my bloodstream was clean!” You said to Bruce, feeling tears swell in your eyes.

“It is,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, but if you still don’t have your powers even after it’s out of your system, then that means whatever they did to you took your powers. Unless there’s an antidote, they’re not coming back,”

You let out a sob, completely wrapping yourself around Natasha. Bruce took that as his cue to leave, walking back inside as you continued crying in your girlfriend’s arms.

“What do I do, Natty?” You said, your voice breaking.

Her heart broke for you. She said nothing, but kept her hold.

“These powers, these abilities, controlling fire has been a part of me for such a long time,” you said as a few more tears fell. “And now… I’m just cold.”

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