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dilftaroooo · 3 years

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hi! can you please write a nsfw oneshot for dio brando x fem! reader ? to be a little specific; can you add a boss/assistant dynamic & corruption kink? tysm ( ◠‿◠ )❣️

mmm corruption kink. thats absolutely my fav, anon 🤤. i'll be more than happy to write it for you. enjoy!

(business office au)

you gotta earn it. (boss!dio x secretary!reader)

word count: //1.7k+//

synopsis: you want that raise? then show mr.brando what it is you're willing to give up to him. it's only fair.

tw/tags: dubcon, nipple play, corruption kink, size difference (not heavily mentioned though), business attire, afab reader, cute virgin reader.

"No."

Those words left you speechless; stiff in your spot as you looked into piercing, yellow, eyes. He said it in such a nonchalant manner, you don't think he even took a double take on your question. You spent so much effort to muster up the courage to ask your boss the question that you dread to be answered - but not in this way. He must have made a mistake.

"'No'...?" You echoed.

Dio leaned back in his seat, eye contact never faltering as he crossed his legs, burgundy colored dress pants ruffled at the movement. He tilted his head in a mocking manner as one well groomed eyebrow raised upwards.

"Oh dear. Perhaps my beloved secretary has gone deaf? I shall repeat myself once more: 'No' meaning, 'No, I will not offer you a raise.'"

Your fist clenched as you try to fight back the tears of humiliation and neglect. Why? Why did he refuse you? You worked so hard for him and you knew he knew that. So why won't he give you this raise? Leave it to Dio to crumble up your acts of valor and throw them into a fiery pit.

Trying to regain your composure, you speak up,

"But, sir, Why? I've done so much for you these past couple years; schedule your meetings, review your records and documents, compose orientations for newcomers. I even make sure to make your coffee each morning - a long black with two shots of expresso."

Your eyes were becoming wet. You were on brink of breaking down and crying right in front of your boss. You don't even think he was the slightest bit convinced by your retort. All he did was observe you with a wicked smirk plastered on his face. There was no change in his features but, reluctantly, you resume.

"Please, Mr.Brando. Please give me this raise. I-I'll try to do better for you! Just tell me what it is I need to do. Please, I'll do anything, Mr.Brando."

Dio stiffened. It was that keyword that gained his attention: 'anything'.

"'Anything', you say?" You nod and a flash of his white teeth glimmered from the building's colorless light on the ceiling. His chuckle was deep. "Think before spouting careless words such as that, my little mouse." The small squeak emerges from his office chair as he gets up, approaching your meek figure and you cower at his nearness. His fingers gently grasped your hair and you notice how well kept they were - manicured with a clear polish and decorated with gold rings. You didn't miss the Rolex watch wrapped around his wrist.

"Such pretty hair," He lightly plays with your mane before tightening his grip and hoisting your head up, forcing you to look directly at him. "You don't mind if I tug on it do you, love?" He adores the wince you let out, eyes scrunched close with pain.

"Ouch! Mr.Brando, Please stop-"

"Oh but you said you would do anything for me, remember? So I'm allowed to use you however I please. You want a raise, don't you?" Your face burns when his lips feather against the skin of your cheek. You heave out a low sigh at his deed. Dio deliberately consumes your reaction - savoring it like the smoothest red wine.

"Have you ever been fucked before, dear?" The amorous question made you whine. This was just too dirty. You shake your head for an answer.

"N-No, sir."

"Really? You've never been touched before? No one has ever pounded that filthy, little, pussy of yours? Tsk, tsk, tsk - What a shame. Looks like I have to change that." He lets go of your scalp but your head never moves, eyes still on his frame as you process his words.

"Wait, Mr.Brando, please. I've never- oh!" You were put to an abrupt stop when he picked you up from under your arms and legs before setting you down on his desk. It messy with scattered documents he found frivolous and purposeless, there were much more important matters at hand.

Tearing off your white dress shirt and bra in a blink of an eye, he gave your mounds a carnivorous stare, gulping at your nipples swell at his glance. He wasted no time kneading them. You let out a moan from his heated touch. It was foreign to you.

"What a lewd sound you made just now, Y/n. You like this, right? I barely even started." His fingers teased your stiff buds, pinching and pulling at them.

"Ngh- No, Mr.Brando..."

His touches were blunt and straightforward, they were rough as he assailed your fragile body. He was fervent to take it to the next step. He lifts your legs up to take off your pencil skirt.

He lets out a delighted sigh beyond seeing your choice of underwear. "Lacy panties? Was my little mouse expecting this? Getting all dressed up for your boss. You're such a nasty fucking girl."

"That's not true! I was in a rush to-"

"Excuses, excuses. That's all I hear from you. Shut up and take your panties off. I want to see how wet your cunt is." You obeyed under his stern tone - slowly stripping off your red-laced panties. You still had your legs closed, ashamed to show him your untouched flower but Dio pried them open by your knees. Your heady scent instantly fills his nose and he takes this time to observe your pussy, you were soaked - vagina pulsating, waiting for anything to be plunged inside, trimmed hairs placed on your pubic area, clit swollen with excitement. It was remarkable.

"Look at you, throbbing so greedily." He puts two thickset fingers in your sopping pussy without warning." An invevitable moan escaped your lips when he applied pressure to your g-spot.

"M-Mr.Brando - mmmm - that spot, you're hitting that-"

"Quiet, little mouse. As much as I love to hear you scream did you forget the setting we're in right now? I hate the idea of someone seeing this pretty pussy other than me." You pitch your voice down an octave - not too fond of the idea of being caught by your coworkers (especially by Jonathan).

His digits rapidly thrash inside you, bodily fluids flew everywhere. "You're making such a mess all over me. So sloppy. I have no doubt that this is what my little mouse wanted. Your grip is so firm around me." Your small hand cover your painted lips. You didn't want anyone to hear you but Dio was making it all too hard, he was hitting all of the right spots within you.

Pulling his fingers out, he unzips his flyer and sought out for his cock. His length was huge, you were unsure if you should even continue. His member intimidated you. Dio knew you were on edge, he softly coos at your expression.

"Aw, don't worry, sweetheart. You'll only feel a slight pinch." Aiming his shaft to your entrance, you recoil once he plummets inside of you, tip kissing your womb. What you felt was more than a pinch. it was easily comparable to being stabbed in your nether regions. Tears flowed from your eyes.

"Pull out! Please, it huuurts!" Your cries were ignored as Dio continued slamming into you like no tomorrow. He covered your mouth with his large hand, muffling your wails.

"Ah- You feel that? My cock jabbing at your womb?" His thrust slow down so you can feel every inch of him - veins feeling more prominent than before. "That's how deep I go inside of you. This tiny body of yours can't handle a cock like mine. Ha! And would you look at that, I can even see your stomach bulging from my dick. How filthy."

He traced his fingers along the bulge forming near your abdomen. He rams in you relentlessly. You gripped the sleeves of his business suit, wrinkling them while doing so. Dio was fired up by the calls of his name leaving your lips, making him go at a, almost inhuman, pace.

Vulgar slaps of skin filled the room and you were both close to coming. Dio's hot breaths reached your ear and his thrusts losses its initial tempo.

"You're a few inches away from getting that raise, sweetheart. Just let me fill you with my seed." He bites the crevice of your neck - his teeth were sharp.

"Mr.Brando-! I'm gonna come...Agh- Mr.Brando... D-Dio!" Said man met his high after his name was yelped - relieved to let himself go, his cum spurts deep in your walls. You came shortly after by the feeling of him filling you up. Both of you sigh.

He hoists himself up off of you to put his dick back in his pants and fix his attire. You grimace at the slimy fluids now sticking between your legs. Dio scoffed. "Consider yourself lucky, little mouse. You finally got that raise you so desparately wanted. What's wrong with a little cum in you, hm?"

A bit irritated, you get dressed as well, getting ready to leave his office. But before you can exit, he turns you around to face him, eyebrow lifted in question.

"Leaving now? Have you forgotten what to say?" You assume he wanted some form of gratitude from you for giving you a raise.

"Thank you, Di-

"Hmmm? Did I fuck you so dense you forgot who I am to you?" You blush at his smile.

"T-Thank you, Mr.Brando."

"Good girl. Run along now." He slaps your ass before you leave.

"Dio, why do you smell like sweat? The only thing you do is sign papers and present at meetings." Jonathan frowned at Dio's pungent scent. The man chortled at Jonathan's exasperation. If only he knew what happened behind closed doors.

"Don't worry about it, JoJo. A little boy like you wouldn't understand."

"We're the same age, Dio."

"Oh yeah. You're right. You have such the resemblance of a child that I must've forgotten." Dio teases. The both head to the parking lot of their company to call to it a night. Jonathan clenched his teeth.

"I do not! Just what in the hell were you doing in your office? Working out?"

Dio roared out a large laugh at the word akin to what you and him did earlier today.

"Yeah.. you can call it that."

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raindancer2004 · 3 years

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Two’s Company, Fours a Party!

Word count: 5,124 Demetri x OC x Felix x OC Oneshot Warning: Fluff, mentions of alcohol, VERY NSFW!!

Summary: What happens when Demetri and Felix’s mates share a secret fantasy with them? Will they be open to fulfilling that fantasy or will they decline and leave their mates with just their fantasy?

Demetri and Felix have been best friends for centuries ever since Felix joined the Volturi. Demetri met his mate Natalia about nine months before Felix met his mate Rhianne. Natalia was pleased when Rhianne moved into the castle as they were a similar age and it meant there would be another human in the castle besides the Secretary.

It didn’t take long for the girls to become friends, best friends in fact as they spent a lot of time together whist their vampire were mates on guard duty and away on missions. The girls were able to wander the castle and the grounds freely as none of the lower or transitory guards were stupid enough to harm the girls knowing who they were mated too.

Demetri and Felix were guard duty overnight so Natalia and Rhianne decided to get a couple of bottles of wine in and some popcorn and have a girl’s night in in Demetri and Natalia’s shared room. After a few drinks the girls start talking about their love lives with their mates as they have done many times before, only this time they share a little secret fantasy with one another. “Can I share a secret with you?” Rhianne asks and Natalia nods “Of course hunny.” Rhianne takes a sip of her wine before sharing “I have a fantasy about being with someone that isn’t Felix…” “Who?” Natalia asks curiously, cutting her off, Rhianne hesitated for a moment “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours” Natalia said with a smile and took a sip of her wine “Demetri” She responded and Natalia chuckled “Oh my god. I don’t feel so bad now…” “What do you mean?” Rhianne asked a little confused “I’ve thought about Felix fucking me a few times” Rhianne smiled at her friend “It’s kinda like wife swap” Natalia giggled before replying “Or vampire swap in our case” Both girls fell about laughing.

Once they finished laughing Rhianne looked at her friend and pouted “Shame it’ll remain a fantasy” “What would remain a fantasy?” Demetri’s smooth voice sounds from the doorway, Felix standing behind him. “Y-you’re ba-back early?” Natalia stutters “The kings retired to their rooms so we are no longer needed. We thought we could join movie night” Felix replies as he shuts the door behind him. “Although I’m curious about this fantasy” Demetri adds as he hangs up his cloak and turns to face his mate.

The girls felt their cheeks heat up in a blush and take their bottom lips between their teeth. “Come on girls, share your fantasy with us” Felix says as he crouches down in front of his mate “Unless you want it to remain just a fantasy” Demetri added as he too crouched down in front of his mate. The girls looked at one another and nodded ��Well…you know how much I love you Fe…” He nodded at Rhianne “…well I have fantasies about being with Demetri…intimately” Her voice was low as she looked into his red eyes, which went wide with shock but before he could respond Natalia’s soft voice spoke up “And Dem I love you more than anything but…I have thought about being fucked by Felix…on more than one occasion” It was Demetri’s turn to be shocked and both vampires remained silent. The girls sat back and waited for their mates to process what they had just told them.

A few moments later and Felix spoke up “So Rhi you want to fuck Demetri and Nat you want to fuck me?” The girls nodded “It’s a fantasy of ours but it doesn’t change how we feel about you” Natalia said as she held Demetri’s hand in hers “So it would be a one off, to get it out of your systems?” Demetri asked and again they nodded. “Think of it as ticking something of our human bucket list before you turn us” Rhianne added and Natalia nodded in agreement.

Demetri and Felix looked at each other for a few moments, seeming to have a private conversation “If we were to agree to this, then there would be a few rules…” “Of course” The girls replied together cutting Demetri off “Firstly, it takes place in here as our room only shares a wall with Felix’s room” Demetri added “Sounds good” Rhianne nodded “Secondly, all four of us are in here when the swap happens…” “Agreed” Natalia said with a smile. Demetri took Nat’s hand in his as he spoke “Thirdly, as Felix doesn’t know what you like or enjoy sexually, you will pick a safe word so that if you don’t like something he does or want to stop, you say the word and it stops. Same with Rhianne and I” “We can do that” The girls reply together. “So, tomorrow night it is as we have the weekend off” Felix adds smiling.

Felix and Rhianne arrive at Demetri and Natalia’s shared room the following evening to play out the girl’s fantasies. Rhianne is wearing a black dress and stilettos with a red lacy bra and panties on underneath. Natalia is wearing a short black skirt and top with a blue lacy bra and panties on underneath, a pair of stilettos completing the outfit. Demetri and Felix both wore black trousers although Felix wore a grey shirt, Demetri a blue one.

The girls felt a little nervous at being with their mate’s best friend but excited at the same time, especially as they would all be in the room as this takes place.

“You both look gorgeous tonight” Demetri compliments them as he eyes both girls from head to toe and back again, Felix doing the same “Ready girls?” Felix asks with a smile and they nod “Yes.”

Felix pulls Natalia into him gently; one hand cupping her cheek and leans down and places his lips against hers briefly before pulling away. She places her hands on his shirt and he kisses her again, licking her bottom lip. She opens her mouth and their tongues gently dance together exploring each other. “I’m bigger than D, so I’m going to get you nice and ready for me” He said low in her ear as his hands ran down her arms, fingers brushing her sides continuing down to the back of her thighs. He lifted her up so her legs were resting on his shoulders “Show off” Demetri murmured, Felix ignored him and placed a kiss to her lace covered core. He ripped her panties away with his teeth before licking her from core to clit giving the bundle of nerves a quick flick with his tongue, a soft sigh fell past her lips. His large hands were on her ass supporting her as his tongue delved deep inside her licking her, tasting her “Ahh” She breathed out as her head fell backwards, his tongue continuing its assault inside her, swapping from slow deep thrusts to quick flicks against her inner walls. “Felix” She moaned his name as she came, her hot sweet release coating his tongue. It was his turn to moan as he lapped up her release eagerly, liking the fact that she tasted so different to his mate.

Meanwhile, Demetri lead Rhianne over to his desk and lifted her onto it before dropping to his knees and parting her legs “Relax sweetheart, I’ll look after you” Demetri said softly and kissed her panty covered core, sucking gently through the lace, a soft moan left her lips, causing him to smile against her before he sucked a little harder. Demetri’s fingers stroked her once through her panties before he ripped them away from her and buried his head between her thighs. His lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked harshly. “Oh” She called out as she felt two cold slender fingers enter her heated core “So wet for me already” He smirked up at her and she blushed, biting her bottom lip. He pushed his fingers in slow and deep a few times before curling them inside her, brushing her walls and he smiled as he felt her body react to his touch. His tongue swirled and flicked her clit as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. Her walls clenched around them and he knew she was close. He added a third finger and pushed them in deeper, hitting that spot over and over, a few moments later and she came, her release coating his fingers completely. He placed his fingers in front of her mouth and tapped her lower lip, she opened her mouth and sucked his fingers clean. She let out a soft moan as she tasted herself on his fingers, the sound piquing his curiosity. He wanted to know how she tasted so he slipped his tongue between her wet, glistening folds, liking the taste of her sweet cum, although it was nothing compared to the taste of his mate.

Demetri gently takes Rhianne’s hand in his and leads her over to the bed before slowly removing her dress exposing her red lacy bra to him. He trails his fingers over the swell of her breasts and leans in to kiss her whilst he removes her bra revealing her breasts to him. “Gorgeous” He kissed her again and felt her fingers undo the buttons on his shirt, her hands moving up his chest and over his shoulders taking the shirt with her. She then undid his trousers letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and watched as she knelt down in front of him and removed his boxers. Her tongue poked out and licked the precum that was leaking from his hard cock. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked and licked him, eliciting a low growl from him. She felt his fingers in her hair and she released him pulling back to look up at him “As much as I would enjoy that sweetheart, tonight is about living out your fantasy” He helped her to stand and kissed her, his arm holding her close.

“Lay on the bed Rhi and tell me how you want me to take you” She did as he said and replied “Like this” As she got on her hands and knees on the bed. He climbed on the bed behind her, running his fingers through her folds collecting a little of her arousal and rubbed his hand over his cock before entering her from behind, sliding deep inside her with ease “Demetri” She sighed his name as he started to fuck her slowly. “Harder Demetri, please” He smiled into her neck “As you wish” He pulled almost all of the way of out of her before thrusting back inside her hard and deep “Fuck…yes.” He chuckled “You like it rough little human?” She nodded and he growled as he took hold of her hair and gave it a harsh tug “Use your words or I’m going to fuck you sooo slowly…I mean we do have all night after all” She whimpered and replied “Yes” “Good girl” He whispered in her ear and slammed his cock into her roughly. “Oh yes.” He sped up his thrusts, getting deep inside her with each snap of his hips. He tugged on her hair again, but a little rougher than before and she moaned loudly, the sound music to his ears. He smiled against the skin of her neck before kissing her, sucking the skin there and smirked when he saw he had left a mark there. He never thought he would enjoy being with another once he met his mate but he was enjoying himself, although it was nothing like when he was with Nat. Nothing could beat sex with his mate.

He was turned on though seeing his mate being fucked by his best friend whilst he fucked his friend’s mate, knowing his friend was watching him too.

Meanwhile, Felix had removed Natalia’s skirt, top and bra and laid her on her back upon the bed and quickly removed his clothes before joining her on the bed, settling himself between her thighs. Her eyes widened at the size of his long, thick cock and noticed the precum glistening at the tip. She sat up and swirled her tongue over him, tasting him. He moaned in satisfaction before repeating Demetri’s words “Tonight is about living out your fantasy” She nodded and laid back down opening her legs a little wider and watched as he palmed himself, coating his cock with his arousal and entered her slowly, she winced a little as he was not only bigger than her mate, he was thicker too. Felix stilled for a moment to allow her to adjust to him before he began moving in and out of her slowly. “Felix” His name slipped from her lips as she lifted her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. He gently took her hands and raised them above her head holding them in place with one large hand. His other hand moved down to massage one of her breasts, fingers playing with her nipple as his lips closed around the other. His tongue and fingers moving in sync as he played with her nipples, her body writhing in pleasure beneath him “Oh….Fe…” Hearing his name leave Nat’s lips pleased him as it meant she was enjoying being with him although it felt different to when his mate calls his name. He left a trail of kisses across her skin, working his way from her breasts to her collarbone continuing up her neck before reaching the sweet spot below her ear. He gently bit her as he thrusted into her a little deeper, being careful to not break the skin.

He was enjoying fulfilling Nat’s fantasy and felt his arousal grow as he watched his mate being fucked by his best friend.

The girls turned their heads looking at each other and Rhianne leaned down and kissed her friend, licking her lips asking for entrance. Natalia parted her lips allowing Rhianne to deepen the kiss, their tongues moving against each other sensually. Demetri and Felix watched as their mates shared a deep and passionate kiss, the sight increasing their arousal as they continued to fuck the girls. Felix and Demetri looked at each other and nodded, giving both girls a rough, hard thrust, their moans muffled by the kiss. The girls broke the kiss as their mates gave them another rough, hard thrust. “Oh fuck yes!” The girls cried out in pleasure, the sound filling the room along with the sound of flesh slapping flesh.

“Let me touch you Fe” Nat asked and he nodded smiling at her as her warm hands made their way up his arms to his shoulders, nails lightly scratching him. A low guttural moan left him and it surprised the other three a little, she repeated the action and felt his free hand apply pressure to her throat, chocking her a little “Is this ok?” He asked “God yes” She cried out and moved her head back a little to allow him to choke her a little more. “Forgot to mention your little human likes to be choked” Felix said low to Demetri “Like you forgot to mention that yours likes it rough” Demetri replied low as he gave her another rough thrust.

Felix continued his slow, deep thrusts in and out of Nat whilst increasing the pressure slightly around her neck. He felt her walls flutter around him and knew she was close to her second orgasm of the night. “You need to cum little one?” “Y-yes” He gave her a slow kiss as he held her leg to his hip and slid in a little deeper, hitting a spot inside her “Oh Felix” Her voice sounding breathy as he had a firm grip on her throat. Her warm release coated his cock as her walls clenched around him, pulling him over the edge. Her eyes were squeezed shut, as she felt him fill her deeply, his cold release leaving no place untouched. Her name left his lips as he came hard inside her. He rolled them over so he was on his back with her lying on his chest and gently rubbed her back, pressing a kiss to her hair “That was great Felix” Her voice was low “Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did” He replied.

Meanwhile, Demetri tightened his hold on Rhianne’s hair as he continued to take her from behind, being rough with her “Remember your safe word sweetheart” “Yes, but I don’t need it” He nodded “Good girl” He whispered in her ear and his free hand moved to play with her clit, fingers pinching and circling the bud as he felt his own orgasm nearing. Demetri came hard filling her up with his cold seed, her walls clenched around him moments later as she came “OH DEMETRI” She cried out, not caring who heard her. “Enjoy that darling?” “Oh yes” She replied and he pulled out of her slowly. He laid down on his side and pulled her down with him so she was lying in his arms. He kissed her shoulders gently as he ran his fingers through her hair “I enjoyed that too.” She smiled and snuggled back into him a little.

The four lay on the bed in each other’s arms as the girl’s breathing returned to normal. “How would you like to take this fantasy a step further?” Demetri asked “How?” Nat asked him “Well Felix and I could take you at the same time and then take Rhianne together afterwards” He replied “That sounds interesting boys” Rhianne added “I bet it’s their fantasy to take us at the same time” Nat said looking between the two vampires “And what if it is?” Felix responded with a smirk “We’ll live out yours as you fulfilled ours” Rhianne told her mate before looking over shoulder at Demetri and nodded smiling.

Demetri unwrapped his arms from around Rhianne, rolled and reached into his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube at the same time as Felix gently laid Nat on the bed beside Rhianne. He then rolled over and took out the bottle of lube he had hid in Natalia’s bedside table earlier that day.

“Come on darling, you’re going first” Demetri said as watched as a still naked Nat crawled over to the bed to him. He growled at the sight of her and pulled her into his arms and kissed her “Ready to begin mi amore?” “Yes babe” She replied and kissed him, before turning around so she had her back to him. Rhianne got comfortable knowing she was going to witness quite the show.

Demetri opened the bottle of Raspberry lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers and gently rubbed around his mate’s back entrance before gently inserting a finger preparing her for him. “I love the smell of raspberry” Natalia said over her shoulder looking at Demetri “I know darling” He winked back at her as he added a second finger and continued to thrust them gently in and out of her. He withdrew his fingers and squeezed more lube into his hand and rubbed his cock ensuring to cover it generously in lube.

“Are you ready Nat?” Felix asked and she nodded smiling at him, he leant forward capturing her lips in a kiss as he settled himself between her thighs gently parting them with his large hands and gently slid inside her. Once inside he stilled giving her chance to get used to him again before he gave her a few slow deep thrusts. He then sat back on his knees, taking her with him gently so she was sitting on his lap allowing Demetri to get comfortable behind her. Once he was in position he gently placed his hands on her ass cheeks parting them slightly and slid inside slowly being careful not to hurt her “Relax darling, it’s ok” His voice soft in her ear as he stilled inside her and placed a kiss to her neck “Mmm, that feels nice” Natalia said low once she had Felix and Demetri fully inside her. She felt full, almost painfully so but it felt so good at the same time. Natalia placed her hands on Felix’s shoulders to help steady herself.

Felix looked at Demetri over her shoulder and he nodded and Felix began trusting in and out of her at a slow pace, after a few thrusts Demetri started to move slowly in and out of her too. He matched Felix’s pace and rhythm, both pulling out and thrusting back in at the same. “Such a good girl taking us together darling” Demetri praised his mate “Such a good girl” Felix agreed before kissing her, biting her bottom lip and slipping his tongue inside her mouth, their tongues tasting each other.

Demetri left a trail of kisses along her neck, moving his hands to her breasts whilst Felix’s hands stayed on her hips. Rhianne sat on the other side of the bed watching the three of them together, finding it a little erotic.

Demetri carefully pulled out of her first, wrapping his arms around her and Felix lifted her of his still hard cock. “I’m going cuddle Nat whilst you prepare Rhi” Demetri said and held her in his arms peppering her with little kisses.

Rhianne looked at Felix with curiosity shining in her eyes “It’ll be me taking you back here…” He gently stroked her ass “…I know you can take me, little one” He said before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Felix picked up the bottle of Watermelon lube and applied a very generous amount to her back entrance using his fingers and gently slid one of his thick fingers inside her, adding a second a few thrusts later. "Don't worry, baby. We'll get you nice and ready for me, I promise. I just need you to try and relax for me, okay? Just give in and feel." He added a third finger and heard her low gasp “You’re doing really well sweetheart” Demetri’s voice low as he moved to sit in front of her and stroked her cheek. He pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss, distracting her when he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth. “We’re going to take care of you and he’ll be so gentle back there” Demetri added as he ran his fingers through her folds and slipped two lubed fingers inside her, brushing against her walls as another distraction.

“Ready for me Rhi?” He asked and she nodded “Yes Dem” He withdrew his fingers at the same time Felix removed his from her ass. Demetri felt her warm hand close around his hard cock, giving it a few slow strokes before releasing him with a smile. He carefully moved so he was sitting at the end of the bed, his feet firmly on the floor and lifted her onto his lap so she was straddling him with her knees resting either side of his lap on the bed.

Felix climbed off the bed and came to stand behind his mate and coated his long hard cock in more Watermelon lube and pressed his tip to her back entrance. “Relax sweetheart” Demetri said as his hands moved to her ass parting her cheeks to help Felix ease into her slowly “You’re doing so well little one” Felix’s voice soft whispered in her ear. Natalia moved to sit on her knees beside Demetri and watched as he sank deep inside her friend with one long slow gentle thrust.

Felix was only able to fit half of his large cock in her back entrance but Rhianne still felt deliciously full the moment Demetri was fully inside her and a sigh of pleasure slipped past her lips “You like us both in you, don’t you?” Her mate asked and she nodded “Yes” Demetri smiled at her and gently moved in and out of her leaning back a little taking her with him. This exposed her ass to her mate a little more and Felix was able to slide a little deeper into her from behind.

Both vampires fucked Rhianne slow and deep, Demetri ensuring to hit that spot inside her with every thrust. “Dem…don’t stop” He smiled against her neck “I won’t. Not till your sweet cum is coating my cock sweetheart” He gave her a rough thrust and felt her nails dig into his skin a little. He growled in response, both girls chuckled a little “I love it when he does that” Natalia said low, her mouth inches from Rhianne’s. Rhianne leant forward and pressed her lips to her friend’s in a sweet kiss, Natalia pulled back for a moment before leaning back in and kissing her friend again, this time their tongues met and gently fought for dominance. Their mates growled at the sight before them as they continued to move in sync with each other inside Rhianne.

Rhianne’s walls clenched around Demetri’s cock, letting him know she was close “Be a good girl and cum for me sweetheart” He coaxed her and a moment later the knot broke and she came over Demetri’s cock, the mixed sensations of her walls milking his cock and her warm cum pulling him over the edge and he came hard inside her for the second time that night, emptying himself deep inside her.

Felix gave a semi rough thrust before he emptied himself inside her “Felix” She cried out “I know baby, I know” He stroked her cheek gently, and leant forward resting his chest against her back. “I love you Felix” “I love you too baby.”

Felix gently pulled out of her before gently lifting her off of Demetri’s semi hard cock. “That was so great Dem, Felix” Rhianne smiled at them “You did so well taking us both sweetheart” Demetri praised her before giving her a kiss “Yes you did extremely well taking me back there” Felix praised and turned her to face him capturing her lips with his.

“Girls go get in the shower and clean up whilst Felix and I change the bedsheets” Demetri smiled and watched the girls enter the bathroom “We’ll join you when we’re done” Felix added calling over his shoulder.

They hear the shower get turned on and a few moments later they hear girl’s hushed conversation about the events that took place and couldn’t help chuckle “Who’d have thought we’d be swapping mates for sex and sharing them all in the same night?” Felix asked low, Demetri chuckled “Not me but then I didn’t know our mates had those fantasies. Naughty little minxes” Demetri smiles at Felix who is wearing a matching grin “Little minxes indeed.”

Meanwhile in the bathroom “I can’t believe they agreed to fulfil our fantasies of being with their friend, considering how possessive and protective they are of us” Rhianne said as she washed Natalia “I know. They’re amazing and love us as much as we love them” Natalia replies with a smile “Not to mention they had fun too” Rhianne adds and they start laughing. “Yea and they ‘worked’ together whilst doing one of us at the same time” “That’s true Nat. They’re rather skilled like that” They giggled again as Natalia started washing Rhianne. Natalia pressed her lips to Rhianne’s in a soft kiss. Rhianne nipped at her friend’s bottom lip and slipped her tongue inside her mouth, their tongues swirling against each other as their hands caressed each other’s breasts, leaving a trail of bubbles as they go.

“Having fun girls?” They turn at hearing Demetri’s voice and see him and Felix standing in the bathroom doorway “Room for two more?” Felix adds with a grin “Nope. But if I step out you can get in” Natalia said and climbed out of the shower. Felix climbed in and washed his mate as she washed him in return, hands roaming all over their bodies with Rhianne pushed up against the tiled wall.

Demetri ran a bath for him and Natalia and climbed in, they washed each other in turn too, hands exploring their bodies “Just making sure you’re all clean babe” Natalia said as her hand moved along his semi hard cock as she washed him. “Me too” He replied and slipped two fingers inside her when it was his turn to wash her.

Once they were all clean and dried, they got changed to something comfortable for bed. “Stay in here tonight” Demetri said as he and Natalia climbed into bed. Felix and Rhianne nodded and climbed into the king-size bed; Felix and Demetri at either end, the girls in the middle. Each vamp holding their mates close as the girl’s fell asleep exhausted, satisfied but exhausted.

“Hey D, would you be up for a repeat performance of their fantasies?” “Definitely…but as an occasional thing. Wouldn’t want to spoil the little minxes too much” Demetri winked at Felix and he chuckled “True. It’ll be nice as a treat to ‘spice’ things up once in a while” “My thoughts exactly Fe.” They watched as the girls put an arm across each other’s waists, hands resting on Demetri and Felix’s arms. “We truly are very lucky to have you girls” Demetri whispered low and kissed Natalia’s hair as Felix kissed Rhianne’s hair too “Sweet dreams little ones.” Both vampires closed their eyes and relaxed for the night, listening to their mate’s heartbeats and steady breathing.

#demetri volturi #felix volturi #jane volturi #alec volturi #demetri x oc #felix x oc #volturi #twilight

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rhysismydaddy · 3 years

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can you write a canon rowaelin oneshot where aelin’s pregnant and it’s nighttime so while she’s sleeping, rowan talks to the baby through her stomach and sings a lullaby? and maybe add a scene where aelin’s water breaks and rowan freaks out or something?

It was about two minutes before Aelin’s favorite part of the day.

She could hardly wait, but she had to remember to stay calm and still and everything else someone who was asleep would be.

Luckily, she knew she didn’t snore, so all she had to do was stay quiet and keep her eyes shut.

A small task that became so much harder when--two minutes later, at exactly 10:30 like always--she felt her husband slip into bed next to her.

It’d been getting harder and harder to actually stay awake this late as her pregnancy developed, but she still found herself fighting the fall of her eyelids every night, despite knowing she should sleep.

Cool air kissed her skin briefly as he settled next to her and kissed her cheek. Like she’d done even before getting pregnant, she turned on her side so he could snuggle her from behind and wrap his arms around her.

This was home to her, here in his arms.

Rowan’s head tucked into her neck, and she sighed sleepily, something she didn’t even have to fake.

After a few moments, her husband’s hands began to rub over her stomach lightly.

She was wearing one of his t-shirts, one that barely fit over her anymore, and hadn’t bothered to wash her hair that day, but she’d never felt more beautiful than when he smiled against her neck and started to talk to the child they’d created together.

He silently slipped further down the bed, resting his head on the curve of her hip, but kept himself wrapped around her so she could continue stealing his warmth.

Aelin’s ears strained to hear as he started whispering, but she resisted the temptation to move closer, knowing it would give her away.

“Mommy’s sleeping right now, so we have to be quiet,” he murmured, big hands cradling her even bigger belly. “But soon, we’ll be able to do this in person. You’ll be here by the end of the week, from what they tell us.”

Tears burned in her eyes at the excitement in his voice as he said, “I can’t wait to meet you, Firefly.”

They’d found out they were having a girl two weeks ago, and he’d been ridiculous ever since, buying pink onesies, hanging matching twinkly lights in the nursery, reading a how-to book about raising girls.

But the one thing they hadn’t prepared for was what they were going to name her. They’d argued about it, and then one day he just started referring to their unborn child as Firefly.

It was a nickname that stemmed from him calling her Fireheart, and it made her almost cry every time he said it.

“Your mother’s the most important woman in my life, but you... you’re my baby girl.” She could hear his smile. “You’re going to be just like her. You’ll be strong, and beautiful, and will drive me absolutely crazy.”

Silent tears escaped, even as she remained perfectly still.

“But I can’t wait to see what traits of mine you have, too.” He pressed his lips to her stomach in a feather-light kiss, then whispered, “I love you so much, little Firefly. Now go to sleep.”

Rowan resumed his big-spoon position and pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her to cradle both her and their child.

“That goes for you, too, Fireheart.”

Aelin grinned and snuggled further into him, murmuring, “I love you, Ro.”

He kissed her cheek. “I love you, too.”

“Are you serious?”

She nodded.

“You want lemon gelato for lunch?”

Rowan’s brow furrowed, prompting her to ask, “Why not?”

He looked at her like she had two heads. “You hate lemon, babe.”

Aelin groaned, rubbing a hand over her stomach. She’d forgotten about that. “Take it up with her. She’s the one demanding it. Little brat.”

He scowled. “She isn’t a brat. And she can have as much lemon gelato as she wants just as soon as she’s born.”

Her stomach reminded her once again how empty it was.

“Rowan, I swear I’m going to stab you if you don’t go get me something to eat.”

Her husband just smiled. “It’s moments like these when I’m reminded why I agreed to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“A very short life, if you don’t-”

A container of gelato landed on the counter in front of her, along with a spoon.

With narrowed eyes, she checked the label, then demanded, “How did you know?”

He laughed. “You talk in your sleep.”

“Eavesdropper,” she mumbled, ripping into the container and taking a huge mouthful.

See, this is why pregnancy was strange to Aelin. Nine months ago she’d hated lemon, and now this stupid container of gelato was the best thing she’d ever eaten.

“I love you,” she said around a mouthful, grinning when he came to press a kiss to her cheek.

“And now she’s sweet,” he teased, brushing her hair off her forehead.

Then he went tense, and every bone in his body seemed to still as he said seriously, “Aelin. Look down.”

“I can’t see past my belly, dummy. Just pick up whatever I dropped.”

His mouth opened and closed for a few seconds before he spit out, “You... your water broke.”

She leaned over slightly to look at the floor, seeing that there was in fact a wet spot beneath her. “Huh.”

She took another bite of gelato.

“Huh?” he asked incredulously, leaving the kitchen and starting to run around the house. He threw things in the bag he’d affectionately deemed The Baby Bag, yelling at her to get ready.

She rolled her eyes and continued eating, only pausing when Rowan burst into the room and demanded breathlessly, “What are you doing?”

“Eating. Can you hand me the pizza from last night?”

Because who was she to question her daughter’s cravings?

“Aelin, we have to go! You’re in labor.”

Reaching the bottom of the container, she sighed. Why did they make pints so small these days? “I’m aware.”

“So then get in the car!”

Her always calm and collected husband looked about ten seconds away from ripping his own hair out, which made her smile. “Labor lasts hours, Rowan. I assure you, I have time to eat a slice of pizza.”

“I’ll order you a whole, brand new, hot pizza at the hospital.”

She considered this, tapping her chin. “Fine.”

Then she turned and waddled down the hallway to their room.

“Wait!” he called out, coming after her. “What are you doing? The door is the other way.”

“I’m not going to the hospital in a wet dress, Rowan. It’s called standards.” Ignoring his angry little growl, she changed into a clean dress. “Zip me up, please.”

He zipped the dress in a flash, almost ripping it, then grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the door.

“Wait, I need shoes!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, green eyes bright with panic. “Babies don’t care if you wear shoes when you birth them.”

“If you think I’m walking across a hospital floor with no shoes on... grab those, will you?” She pointed to a pair of sandals, not feeling like bending down to get them herself.

Rowan roughly put her feet in them, making her frown. “I’m not really appreciating this attitude, you know. You don’t need to manhandle me.”

His jaw was tight from where he was grinding it, but he still sounded perfectly civil as he said back, “I just want to get to the hospital.”

Aelin sighed, patting his shoulder. “It’s been five minutes. We have time.”

He looked a little relieved... until she said casually, “Plus, worst comes to worst, you deliver her in the tub. All doctors really do is stand there and catch the kid.”

His mouth fell open, and the attitude came swooping back in. “I am not birthing this child in our bathtub, woman. Now, you can walk to the car yourself, or I will carry you, but either way we are leaving right the fuck now.”

Rolling her eyes, she turned and slowly made her way to the door, pausing when she came back into the kitchen. “You know, cold pizza actually sounds better-”

Rowan swooped her up, the ten pound bowling ball in her stomach seeming to be no issue, and walked toward the front door.

“Rowan! Put me down, you buzzard!”

He set her in the passenger seat, gripped her chin, and set a serious kiss to her lips. “You’re so sweet.”

Her hands fisted in the hem of her dress. “I don’t want to go yet.”

“You’re going.”

“No!” she exploded, pushing him away and trying to get out of the car. “No, no, no. I can’t go yet, I need more time, I-”

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he slipped a hand over her mouth to shut her up. “You can do this, Fireheart.”

She was crying, although she wasn’t sure when that had even started.

She shook her head.

“You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met. You can do this. You’re going to be a great mom. I may be freaking out about actually getting to the hospital, but I’m not scared about what follows.”

Aelin gave him disbelieving eyes.

"If I wasn’t sure, one hundred percent positive, that you could do this, then yeah, I’d be scared. But you’re going to do great. I know that, and so do you.”

He took his hand off her mouth, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Sweetheart, you’re great at everything. This won’t be any different.”

That made her smile, even as she rolled her eyes.

“I am pretty amazing,” she agreed softly.

“Yes, you are. But I’d really like to do this in a hospital room instead of our driveway, and you’re probably half-way dilated by now, so-”

It was Aelin’s turn to cover his mouth with her hand. “Let’s go meet Firefly.”

She didn’t even know the name of her child or how the hell they were going to pull this off, but under the steady weight of his gaze, Aelin knew that no matter what, they’d figure it out together.

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221bshrlocked · 3 years

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One Too Many

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader

Words: 1541

Warnings: Drinking. Awkward confessions. Spiraling thoughts. Cuddling.

Summary: Perhaps that last drink was one too many...

A/N: For @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday Picture Prompt. I feel like I might just turn these prompts into little Pike oneshots. Sorry this was late I'm not myself lately for some reason. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please and thank you. Add yourself to the taglist here.

"Are you kidding me?" You throw your cards on the table and relax back into the couch, taking a long sip from the beer can in front of you before standing up and pulling off your tank top. You shake your head as you add it on top of the pile of clothes you've been losing for the past couple of turns.

"Guess I underestimated you Pike," you lay back again and tilt your head to the side to rest it on the pillow behind you, watching as Marcus does everything in his power to avoid looking at your exposed skin.

"And I thought you'd be better at this," he replies as he mirrors you and shugs down the rest of his drink, all the while refusing to acknowledge how almost naked you are.

"Go on then, deal." You point at the cards as you lean forward again and push the beer cans aside.

"Maybe we should stop..." He collects the cards and sets them on the side of the table, barely meeting your eyes for a few seconds before he feigns checking his phone.

"What? You're not getting shy on me now, are you Pike?" You smile when he blushes underneath your scrutiny and huffs in irritation.

"N-no, we just had too many drinks, and I...and you look cold so-"

"I'm sitting in front of you in nothing but my bra and panties, and you're worried about me being cold? God, who are you?" You stand up and make your way to the fridge to bring out some more beer.

"No no, that's enough for you." Marcus runs behind you immediately and shuts the door to the fridge before filling up a glass of water and handing it to you.

"Wha-"

"Drink the damn water...please," Marcus whispers, and you frown at him as you drink the cold liquid. Marcus can't look away from the way your throat bobs up and down as you drink, and he almost moans when a few drops of water escape the corner of your mouth and roll down your neck. When you put the glass back on the counter and turn to him, you find the blush from earlier much darker. As you follow his line of sight, you smile to yourself and raise an eyebrow at his shameless staring.

"See something you like, Agent?" You tease him and try not to giggle when he drags his eyes away from you and apologizes for making you uncomfortable.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable. You never do. It's why I like you so goddamn much actually. You're always so kind to everyone, even when they don't deserve it. And you're really good at your job, and you make sure everyone knows how much you rely on them to do theirs even though you probably don't need any of us because you're smart and- and...ugh, now I probably made you uncomfortable. I- I can't help it, I'm sorry. You're just so perfect. Perfect and sweet and- and pretty."

Marcus doesn't know what to do other than stand still as you continue to lean into him. His breath hitches when he feels the palms of your hands on his cheeks, and he feels bad for not shaving earlier because the last thing he wants is to cause your soft hands discomfort. He's grown even quieter somehow and shuts his eyes as soon as he feels your thumb caressing his lower lip.

"And you have the most kissable lips I've ever seen. I've wanted to kiss them for so long..s-so long." Marcus thinks you're going to do it, and he prepares himself to feel your lips against his. But then you're pulling away from him and leaning back on the counter, whispering something beneath your breath and making Marcus open his eyes. He watches as you hug yourself and try to appear smaller, and when he stretches out his hand to try and bring you into his arms, you wriggle away from him and apologize.

"I'm s-sorry, I- I think I had one too many drinks. I should go and- oh god, what did I do?" You're talking to the floor, and Marcus finally realizes the power dynamic between the two of you. Before you spiral any further, Marcus walks around until he's standing in front of you. He takes hold of your shoulder and shakes you lightly to grab your attention.

"Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?" He asks calmly and waits until you nod at him before he continues.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to give you some change of clothes, and you're going to stay for the night. I'll take the couch, and you can take my room alright? There's a lock on it so you don't have to worry about-"

"I'd never think you'd do anything to me, Marcus." You cut him off suddenly and Marcus feels his heart skip a beat at how angry you sounded.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. We can talk about all of this tomorrow morning, yeah? You're not in trouble sweetheart. You and I had too many drinks, and we need to discuss this with clearer heads. Does that sound like a plan?" He looks at you in a way that makes your stomach twist and you nod at him before you move across the living room. Ever the gentleman, he throws his suit jacket around you as he helps you walk to his bedroom and once you're inside, he hands you one of his pajamas and tells you to change into them. As you do, Marcus heads back to the kitchen, grabbing some Tylenol and a glass of water before returning to his room. He stops at the foot of the door when he sees you in his pajamas, gulping nervously and trying to calm himself as he approaches you.

"These are for when you wake up tomorrow. Do you need anything else?" He asks as he tucks you in, smiling when you shake your head and shut your eyes as you feel him brushing your hair aside.

"T-thank you." He barely hears your murmur and nods at you before standing up and heading out of the room.

"Good night sweetheart." Marcus calls out just as he shuts the door to his room and he clenches his fist on the knob when he hears you call after him in return.

"Good night Marcus."

He stands in the middle of his living room and looks around. Marcus begins to clean up shortly after when he realizes that there's no way he will get any rest tonight. He tried his hardest not to get attached to a colleague again but you were different. Just hearing you talk about him made his heart flutter and he hoped that it wasn't the beer talking. He wasn't sure what he'd do if you woke up tomorrow morning and told him that none of what you said was true.

So busy moving back and forth from the kitchen and the living room, Marcus didn't notice you coming up behind him and standing in the middle of the hallway. When he turns around and sees you standing there, he stops what he's doing and approaches you slowly.

"Everything okay? Do you need anything?"

"I- I don't want to be alone tonight." You break the silence and Marcus' breath hitches when he registers what you're asking of him.

"Sweetheart, I- I don't think I should- you've had a lot to drink and you probably need some space to-"

"Please," the soft whimper shakes Marcus to his core and he immediately nods before shutting off the lights and following you back into his room. You waste no time at all and slither back underneath the covers. Marcus grabs his sweatpants and moves to the bathroom to change. His nerves are eating him up, but he reminds himself that you needed him to be his usual self right now. Walking out in his white undershirt and sweatpants, Marcus moves around the bed and slips into the covers. As soon as he shuts off the nightstand lamp, you're crawling across the bed and into his arms, not bothering to say anything as you rest your hand on his chest and nuzzle into his side. It takes him a few seconds to collect his bearings before he wraps his arm around you and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"Is this okay sweetheart?" He asks and shuts his eyes when you somehow grow closer to him.

"Y-yes."

"Alright, sweet dreams baby." Marcus knows he shouldn't be calling you such intimate pet names but he can't hold himself back, not when you were touching him like he was yours. Like you were his. He doesn't have to wait for too long to hear your soft snores and against his better judgment, he turns on his side and faces you, immediately wrapping his other arm around your back to bring you into his chest.

Having you in his arms, with your hands fisting in the front of his shirt, makes Marcus realize that his previous efforts were all in vain.

He was already attached to you. And he hoped to god that the feeling was mutual.

Pedro Pascal (and any of his characters):

@pastel-0-princess @feelmyroarrrr @libbymouse @its--fandom--darling @spideysimpossiblegirl @princess76179 @cheekygeek05 @miraclesoflove @purple-mango @freeshavocadoooo @metalarmsandmanbuns @acthenerd @greeneyedblondie44 @cannedsoupsucks @purplepascal042 @talesfromtheguild @f0rever15elf @vibin-hippie @onesmokinbabe @leaiorganas @words-way-of-life @kideyz @lovesickmadsadpoet @niall7inches @rosiefridayrogersunday @tati-adventures @sleep-tight1 @itsfreeekinbats @cybergroupie @vibin-hippie @marsplsstop @mouthymandalorian @diogodxlot @janebby @juletheghoul @bii-aan-ckaa @nohartandsole @djjarins @lamelyssher @giselatropicana

#writer wednesday #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #marcus pike/reader #the mentalist #pedro pascal

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mimisempai · 3 years

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You make me feel so proud of loving you

Summary:

A summer party on Midgard in the avengers compound is an opportunity for Mobius to get to know some of the people who are or have been part of Loki's life, and to get a little bit drunk on the punch, it is also an opportunity for Loki to boast about the qualities of his lover.

Someone asked me for some more Mobius drunk, and I was dreaming of reproducing the scene from Ultron where Tony and Thor brag about Jane and Pepper's prowess by adding Loki bragging about Mobius. So here I am with this story. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33273142

1185 words - Rating G

Mobius, overwhelmed by the afternoon heat, poured himself a second glass of punch and leaned back in the shade of a tree, watching the various people present.

"Is this your first time at a gathering like this?"

Mobius turned to the person who had just arrived, a bottle in hand.

"It's that obvious?...uh...Valkyrie is it?"

The young woman nodded before replying, "And you're Mobius, right?"

"Oh I'm already known?" replied Mobius with a snicker.

"Oh yeah, I think everyone has heard of you because Loki and Thor keep saying, Mobius this, Mobius that..."

Mobius blushed slightly, embarrassed by the behavior of his lover and Thor.

Valkyrie, amused, continued, "When Thor told me that his little brother was coming to Stark's little party with his mate, I don't know what surprised me more, that Loki was still alive or that he was bringing someone."

Mobius laughed lightly before saying, "Indeed, I suppose it may have been surprising.."

The young woman continued, "Well after the explanation of the timelines concept and the TVA, it makes more sense, it's not the Loki I fought alongside on Asgard, but there is a lot of him in this Loki." She paused to take a sip and then continued, "Now there's a light in him that there wasn't before. And I think you have something to do with it." She looked at Mobius with her discerning eyes, a glint of understanding in her eyes.

Mobius didn't know quite what to say in response and simply said, "Thank you."

"Well come on, enough sentiment, let's get another drink!"

Valkyrie took him by the neck and led him towards the bar, where she took a bottle of beer and poured Mobius a glass of ponch before leaving him there and walking away with a slightly unsteady step, probably because of her drunken state.

Mobius smiled and resumed his observation. He noted that a group had formed, Thor, Loki, Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes. The discussion looked lively, it seemed that the four men were challenging each other, in a friendly way, but one could feel a slight tension.

"Aha, they're going to do it again! Maria can't help herself since the first time."

Rhodey, who had been introduced to Mobius as Tony Stark's best friend and also War Machine had just joined him, also with a glass of punch in hand. Mobius saw that Maria had indeed approached the small group of men, but didn't understand what Rhodey was getting at.

"What are you talking about?"

"It started a few years ago, just before the events with Ultron, if that tells you anything."

Mobius nodded, of course he had not been there, but he knew the story. From the moment Thor had invited them to this party, he had made it his duty to find out about all the events concerning the Avengers, not just the ones where his lover was involved.

Rhodey continued, "Maria Hill and I witnessed a kind of male warfare comparing the qualities of their respective mates. It all started when Maria just asked about Peppers and Jane. Tony had argued that Pepper was excellent, Thor that Jane was smart etc... So now that the four of them are together, I can only imagine Tony being with Steve, let alone Bucky..."

"Who is Barnes with?" asked Mobius, curious.

"With Sam Wilson, the new Captain America."

Rhodey laughed and nudged Mobius, "do you feel like listening?"

Mobius was now genuinely curious and could not resist the invitation.

They approached the small group, so that they could hear them, but so that they would not be noticed.

They didn't have long to wait as Maria asked, "So gentlemen, how are your ladies and gentlemen?"

Thor naturally got the ball rolling, "Jane has received her Nobel Prize in astrophysics and is on a conference tour around the world."Tony replied matter-of-factly, "Steve may not be captain america anymore, but as an international consultant to the military he is in high demand and couldn't make it today."

Bucky with a defiant and above all extremely proud look continued, "Sam, as Captain America has a lot on his plate and is today in conference with several presidents of different countries."

Mobius, knowing it was probably Loki's turn to speak, closed his eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

"Mobius is worthy of Mjolnir and can lift it!"

Mobius shook his head and Rhodey stifled a laugh as Tony cried out, "Steve too! He can even lift Stormbreaker!"

Thor replied, "In fact Jane is even going on an intergalactic tour as her skills are so well known."

"According to the press, Sam is a new Captain America who is going to change the face of the world, plus the way his armor shows off his b- hmph..."

Mobius looked up, Bucky had just been interrupted by Captain America himself who was looking at him rather murderously, his hand over his lover's mouth. However, Mobius saw that Sam was also having trouble hiding his amusement.

"But Sam... it's true that..."

"Bucky... shut up!"

Mobius figured the interruption was perfect, they would probably change the subject and Loki would have nothing more to say.

"I just wanted to add one more thing."

He should have suspected that Loki was incapable of keeping his mouth shut.

"Mobius is crazy about me... that's an amazing achievement right?"

As Mobius blushed strongly for the very first time in his life, he felt all eyes turn to him under a stunned silence.

He drank his glass of punch in one gulp to give himself composure, as Thor exclaimed, "Let's toast to love!"

As everyone toasted, drank and laughed, Mobius suddenly felt light-headed, realizing he shouldn't have drunk so much punch so quickly.

"Hey, you okay?" asked Rhodey.

"I think... I... I drank too much."

He found himself suddenly sustained as Loki's voice rang out, "I'll take care of him James. Thanks."

He vaguely heard Rhodey nod and felt himself being pulled a little apart, into a shaded area.

"Come on love, sit down and drink this."

Loki sat him down at the foot of a tree and went to sit next to him, handing him a glass of water.

Mobius complied obediently before resting his head on Loki's shoulder.

Then he said, "You know, you should stop being mean, Sweetheart."

"Huh?"

Mobius, despite the haze of alcohol, felt Loki tense up beside him.

"You should stop being mea-mean to the man I love."

"I'm repeating: huh?"

Mobius, wavering, turned to Loki and took his head in his hands, as if to focus his gaze on him, "You were mean to you. You-you said it was an amazing achievement that I was crazy about you. It's not."

"Oh?" Loki's eyes reflected puzzlement.

"Yes... because it's no achievement to love you. There's nothing easier than loving you."

All the haze of all the alcohol in the world could not have prevented Mobius from seeing in Loki's eyes the joy that his words made him feel.

After that, it was no longer the alcohol that increased his drunkenness, but Loki's kisses.

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Series of Oneshot : Together, for all time, always

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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first; jimmy darling | ahs:freakshow [ m]

Notes:

So.. I am.. quite rusty. It's been a while since I sat down and wrote anything at all, let alone anything smutty. Recently, I got back into watching American Horror Story and naturally, I started with one of my personal favorite seasons, Freak Show.

I'm not saying this oneshot is going any further than that.. But I did do certain things to leave the door open for that. Only if you guys think you'd like to see more. If not, this smutty first time idea is OUT of my head, rust is being written off... Hopefully.

Warning:

18+ only. This is sexual content. It is not meant for children, m'kay? If you're under 18+ you need to navigate away from this post because it is absolutely not meant for you.

If you're sticking around, here are the things you need to be aware of:

First time / virgin OFC, body fluids, unprotected sex... Very.. emotional.

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“ It’s your turn, Jenny… downstairs.”

Anna’s words drew me out of my own thoughts and I swallowed hard, staring at the basement door for a few seconds; unsure of what I’d let Anna and my friends talk me into. Trying to convince myself it wasn’t a big deal and that girls like me = the plain ones, the shy ones, we didn’t have many options when it came to becoming a woman. Reminding myself that I was the one who wanted this. That it was either Jimmy Darling or Dandy Mott and I’d rather die than let Dandy Mott within a foot of me.

,, Then there’s the fact that when you saw Jimmy in the diner last week, there was this magnets pull. That feeling like you’d known him your whole life… Not to mention the dreams it stirred up after.”

Bearing the thoughts in mind, I took a deep breath and stood. My legs were shaky and my heart was pounding away at my chest like it wanted to break free. I reached for the doorknob and Anna called out with a gentle, teasing laugh, “Oh come on, don’t back down. If it helps… He’s real gentle. Real sweet.”

I swallowed hard again, nodding. Turning my back to the other girls and reaching for the doorknob all over again. It felt like everything was passing by in slow motion, from stepping through the basement door, walking down the stairs, but finally, I stood in the basement.

The brunette male glanced up at me. The others had been whispering all night about his magical hands… The things he could do with those webbed fingers of his, but all I could do was stare at his eyes. Drown in the molten brown depths silently.

“C’mon doll. I don’t bite.” Jimmy spoke up, flashing me the teasing grin of a charmer. The kind of grin that normally, I’d think was too easy, too relaxed. The kind of grin that spelled trouble most of the time.

His smooth coaxing tone when he spoke caught me off guard, making me focus on what was about to happen and not just my own thoughts. My heart sped up just a little more.

I took a step towards him, twisting a mousy brown strand around my fingertips. “Yeah.. Anna, she told me you were gentle.” I managed to mumble as I gazed up at him.

He stepped closer. Smiled down at me.

During all this, I hadn’t gazed down at his hands a single time. He hadn’t dropped my gaze a single time, either, those eyes locked on mine. Almost as if he were staring right into my soul. I took a shaky breath.

He eyed me for a few seconds. Swallowing hard. I watched his throat bob as his eyes settled on my lips and he cleared his throat and asked me quietly, “Do I know you? You remind me of somebody.”

I shook my head no. Despite the very vivid recurring dreams that started after I saw him in the diner. Because there wasn’t any way I could know him, I’ve lived in Florida since I was born.

,, but what about the dreams you had when you were a kid? That you lived in a little travel trailer?”

Jimmy didn’t seem to believe me, but he didn’t dwell on it. “Anna told me you were wantin’ more.” he chuckled quietly. Raising a webbed hand, raking it over a soft mess of brown curls as he looked me up and down. Waiting on an answer.

That answer felt like it was stuck in my throat. My mouth opened and closed and all I could do was nod.

He stepped closer; continued to speak. Calm and quiet, soft. “You sure? Because you don’t look real sure right now, doll.”

His hands skimmed over my sides. I didn’t flinch away or anything. I just stood there. Staring. Trying to will myself to answer. Trying to reconcile both this magnetism I felt pulling me to Jimmy and the fact that despite having never met him before in my life, he felt so familiar, as if I’d known him a lifetime.

“Anna told me I was gonna like you.” he stepped just a little closer, our bodies brushing. His hands still skimming over my sides, going still at the hip. He stared me down, waiting. Chuckling quietly. “C’mon, doll. You gotta talk to me.”

And finally, I managed to speak.

“I’m sure. I… I want to do this.” I stammered out quietly. I managed a smile. Reaching down into the pocket of my pale pink dress for the money I’d bought with me. “I’ll, uhh.. I’ll even pay extra.” I stumbled over my words, keeping my eyes trained on my feet.

He laughed quietly. Reaching up and tucking webbed fingers beneath my chin as he made me look at him. He shook his head no. “Keep your money, doll. Normally, I’d take you up on it. But I’m feelin generous tonight.”

I started to protest. I knew he needed the money, that was the whole reason Anna was throwing this party. She’d talked to him when he stuck around after her mom’s Tupperware party the week before and he’d mentioned money being tight.

Despite my attempt at protesting, he caught hold of my hand with his other hand. Shaking his head no all over again. “Relax.” he coaxed gently as he closed the distance between our bodies. The contrast of hard muscle against my softness had me exhaling sharply. Staring up at him quietly, in awe.

“Just curious here.. How far have you gone before, doll?” Jimmy asked.

I bit my lip and took a shaky breath. “Kissin. And I wasn’t so good at that, either.” I mumbled quietly.

“Maybe you were kissin the wrong man, doll.” Jimmy muttered as his fingers tangled in loose waves, using his grip on my hair to pull my mouth into his. Rough lips bumped against my mouth clumsily, latching on to my bottom lip as his free hand lowered, settling on my hip. He rubbed me against him and my breath caught in my throat, a gasp breaking free and lingering in the space between our mouths before being swallowed, Jimmy’s tongue tracing the outline of my lips as it slipped between them.

“ Anna was right.” Jimmy muttered breathlessly as I raised my arms, slipping them around his neck. Molding myself against him even more. “Oh?” I mumbled in a daze as the kiss deepened and my teeth latched onto his bottom lip, tugging, making him growl quietly as he continued, “When she said I was gonna like you, she was right.” and chuckled to himself quietly as the kiss broke and we pulled apart to breathe.

My thighs were starting to get slick and this dull throbbing ache was settling in. He scooped me up and stepped over to the mattresses nearby, dropping me on top of them carefully. Lowering himself to settle on top of me. One rough webbed hand caressed my cheek as he rocked himself against me.

I whimpered quietly, feeling the way he strained against worn denim. My hand disappeared between us, shaking fingers trying to pull the button of his jeans free. He chuckled quietly, burying his mouth in mine all over again as he lowered the hand placed on my cheek, guiding my hand away from the button of his jeans. I whined and rocked myself against him clumsily and he muttered softly against my ear, “We got all night, doll. I’m gonna take my time with you, sweetheart.”

The warmth of his breath against my skin sent an electric tingle racing through my body. My fingertips dug deeper into broad shoulders and I met his gaze, nodding.

The music from upstairs drifted down and the door at the top of the stairs banged shut quietly as it faded away, leaving nothing behind but the sound of our heavy breathing. Jimmy pressed into me a little more, carefully. Pulling his face away to stare down at me.

“My hands scare ya?” Jimmy questioned quietly. The tension that crept into his body as he waited on me to answer had me trying to get closer. Pulling him down on top of me completely. Raising one of my hands to his cheek and rolling my thumb over his bottom lip. Trying to relax him as he’d done for me earlier. I shook my head no. Gazing back up at him. Reaching for one of his hands. Wrapping mine around it. “Not at all, Jimmy.” I answered.

My answer seemed to have him taken aback. For seconds that seemed to stretch to hours, we lie there, staring at one another. His eyes searching mine. Maybe he thought I was lying. I wasn’t. I was being totally honest.

“Anna told me somethin else, doll…” Jimmy muttered at last, breaking the silence between us. Dragging his fingers over my cheeks as he gazed at me thoughtfully.

“Yeah?” I breathed out the word heavily, reaching up to caress his cheek. Pulling his face down, putting his mouth closer to mine. “What’d she tell you?” I breathed out as my lips brushed against his clumsily, latching onto the corner.

“She told me about what you said. When you saw me at the diner last week?”

I felt my cheeks heating up. Oh, I remembered exactly what I’d told Anna. It wouldn’t do me any good to play coy, I knew I couldn’t hide it if I tried. There was just something about those deep and thoughtful brown eyes as they locked on me, waiting on an answer.

“Which part?” I asked, my words coming in short and breathless pants as I dared to graze my lips against his.

That handsome and charming smile was back as his mouth crashed against mine all over again and he mumbled softly, “ The part about you saying I was a handsome guy. Oh, and my favorite part, me havin the kinda lips you longed to kiss… Color me curious doll, is it turnin out to be everything you imagined?”

I let out a ragged breath. At least she’d told him the tamest of the things I’d confessed to her when she kept bugging me about why I was staring so hard at the guy. I smiled up at him, gasping as he pressed himself into me a little more, pinning me flat against the bed. “ You are. Too handsome for me, actually. As far as the kissable lips,” I breathed out the words as I pulled away slightly to stare at him, “ Beyond what I imagined.”

Rough and webbed fingertips pressed against my soft lips as he shook his head and hushed what I’d been about to say. “Don’t say that, doll. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? Do ya?” as he bucked himself against me. Grabbing hold of my hand, guiding it down to the bulge strained at worn denim. “Do you feel what you’re doin to me? Trust me, doll. When I say you’re gorgeous and I want you real bad, I mean it.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not, I’m really not.”

I wanted to believe him, but I was smarter than that. When you hear enough people tell you otherwise, you start to accept what you hear as fact.

His lips strayed from mine, dancing down my neck. I rubbed against him and he growled quietly, one of his hands drifting down to squeeze my hip, rocking himself into me. Catching my gaze and licking his lips as he took several shaky and drawn out breaths. His mouth brushing against mine just barely. Enough to tease. “You are.” he rocked himself against me all over again and I lowered my hand, palming at the front of his jeans. Whimpering as that needy ache built to a fever pitch.

I could feel myself starting to drip. The more his mouth and hands roamed. The harder he pressed into me and the more he rocked against me, the wetter I became. He crashed his mouth against mine again and muttered into a deep kiss, “There’s too much keepin us apart right now, sweetheart.”

I nodded in agreement, despite knowing that nobody had ever seen me naked before.

,, You were the one who said you wanted to change that… Remember? And tonight feels special. Better than you thought it was going to feel. He’s being so gentle and thoughtful.”

He tried to unbutton the front of my dress and untie the tie at the waist himself, but I could tell he was having problems. I sat up. Jimmy was agitated with himself, apologetic with me, sitting on the edge of the mattresses, staring at his hands as he grumbled quietly about not being able to do something as simple as undress me. I tapped his shoulder and caught his face in my hands, crashing my mouth against his. “It’s okay. It’s fine. I… I can help.” I offered in a quiet whisper.

“If I wasn’t a freak, you wouldn’t have to, sweetheart.” Jimmy muttered, shaking his head. Dropping his gaze. It hit me then, just how insecure Jimmy Darling, the man with the magic fingers, truly was. I bit my lip and took a few shaky breaths, pulling myself together. Gathering up the nerve. I’d come too far to be talked out of what I wanted, my reason for letting Anna set this up for me tonight.

All I had to do was follow through.

“Could you turn around?” I asked the question timidly. Jimmy chuckled. Biting his lip as he stared at me for a few long seconds before nodding and turning to face the wall. I unbuttoned and untied the dress, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. Leaving me in my pale pink slip.

I slipped off the mattresses, walking up behind him. Pressing against his back. Jimmy turned around, his eyes roaming hungrily. “You sure you wanna do this? With me?”

“For the last time. Yes. It has to be you, okay? I… I want you.” I muttered as I rose to tiptoe, pulling his mouth against mine. My hand dropped between us, tugging up the white tank top over his head. Letting it settle on the floor as soon as I got it off him. I drug my fingers down his chest, giving a soft giggle when I heard him growl quietly and felt him shiver a little at the soft touch. My fingers hooked in the waistband of his jeans and I paused, staring up at him. Swallowing hard. Trying to keep my nerve.

He gulped and stepped into me. I took a few steps back as he nodded towards the mattresses behind me, standing still when the backs of my knees brushing against the edge of the mattress. He pushed me down gently. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting them pool to the ground. Jimmy tugged his boxers down, his thick cock springing free. Making me stare, my eyes widening at the sight of it, standing at attention, the tip glistening with precum. I swallowed hard, muttered mostly to myself, “It’s so big, I…” as I wondered if I could take all of him.

Jimmy chuckled. Settling between my legs to keep them spread as he leaned down and crashed his mouth against mine. “It’s not gonna hurt long, doll. I promise. I’ll be real gentle, okay?”

“O-okay.” I muttered. Jimmy tugged the slip up my body, letting me sit up so he could pull it off completely. Then he gently pushed me flat against the mattresses all over again, his thick cock rubbing right against my throbbing, wet center and making me gasp and writhe against him, desperate for friction, for anything that might help the ache.

“No panties, huh?” Jimmy mused in awe as he worked his mouth down the side of my neck.

“I…” I whimpered, fingers curling against the mattress and carding through his hair as he rubbed against me all over again and gazed down at me. “I knew what I was coming to do tonight.. Wanted to make it easier for you...”

Jimmy chuckled. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” his voice was velvet and gravel and a stubble lined jaw brushed against my skin, sending shivers through my body all over again. One of his hands captured both of mine over my head, holding them against the mattress as his mouth latched onto my neck carefully. Too carefully.

“Jimmy, c’mon.” I begged breathlessly.

“What do you want, doll? Use your words. C’mon, talk to me.” Jimmy coaxed, locking eyes with me as he tilted my face so that I couldn’t look away.

“Kiss my neck… Like you were before…”

“It might leave marks behind, doll… You don’t want me doin that, do ya?”

“I do.” I gasped as his the tip of his cock teased against my opening, turning a dull throb into a pounding ache that had my stomach coiling and had me dripping even more. “If I leave marks, doll.. Means somethin. Somethin a little more than what you came down here for tonight… Ya understand, sweetheart?” Jimmy’s eyes settled on me expectantly and he licked his lips as he let them roam.

“What’s it mean?” I asked quietly. Clinging to him as best as I could. Pulling him down on top of me even more. I wanted him closer. What I really wanted was to feel him buried inside me, but given my lack of experience, I felt it was for the best if I let Jimmy take the lead here.

“Means you’re my girl.” Jimmy’s mouth caught against mine, his lips locking on my top one. I felt his hand slip down between us, fingers dragging slow over my wet sex as he gave a quiet growl. He stared me down, curious gleam in his eyes. “I don’t think you want that, doll. Trust me.”

“ What if I do?” I asked, rubbing against him. Begging for more. Repeating my question when he didn’t say anything because I wanted him to know that I chose him and tonight for a reason. Otherwise, I’d have kept on the way I’ve been living. I just wanted him. I needed him. “What if I do, Jimmy Darling? Is that so bad?”

Jimmy blinked in shock. Bit his lip as he seemed to mull it over. His fingers slipping inside my throbbing sex, working me open carefully. Slowly. Stopping quickly when I tensed and grimaced at the sharp sting of pain that came with being stretched out for the first time. Waiting until I started to relax and tried to rock myself against his fingers, desperate for some kind of relief, anything to dull the ache.

“You’re jokin.” he muttered as he pressed into me, his mouth against the shell of my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “You can’t want that, sweetheart. I got nothin to offer. Nothin.”

“Maybe I do. There’s something about you, I… I can’t explain it. I don’t want things, okay? I don’t want empty words. I want you.”

“There’s something about you too, doll… But the life I live.. My hands…” Jimmy countered, stubborn. His fingers worked me open even more. Thrusting deeper inside, scissoring. I gasped and arched my back, clinging to him.

“It’s better than what I have going on. Quiet little librarian. No family. Nothing keeping me here. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I saw you in the diner. I even dream about you, Jimmy Darling.”

He chuckled huskily against my neck. His lips finally latching on, suction forming. His fingers slowed and I got a chance to catch my breath, relax a little. I could feel a mark forming on my neck. “We’ll see, okay? If you don’t try and find me after tonight, guess I’ll have my answer.”

I had no doubt in my mind. I was going to take any chance I could to try and find him.

Things happen for a reason.

“Jimmy, p-please.” I stammered out, rocking as best as I could against his scissoring fingers, “I need you now.”

His mouth dove against mine all over again. Needier. Deeper and more frantic. “Now, huh?” he muttered lazily as the kiss finally broke.

“Now.” I begged, rocking myself against his fingers as they scissored in and out of me faster and faster. My stomach coiled tight and my breath caught in my throat. I dug my fingers into his shoulder and the mattress and I tried to dig my heels in too, but nothing helped. I needed friction. I was so close to getting off that frustrated tears stung my eyes. “Please, baby?”

The term of endearment seemed to make something within him snap.

“It’s gonna hurt a little. I can’t help that, doll.” he groaned against my neck as his lips moved over it erratically. His cock teased against my sex and I tensed a little as it buried inside me. He stilled on top of me, peppering kisses and gentle nips against my face and neck, dragging his tongue over the outline of my lips as he stared down at me with a tender gaze before muttering quietly, “You okay now, sweetheart?”

“Mhm.” I mumbled, grazing my lips against his neck as I rocked myself into him, determined to get friction, one way or another. “Jimmy, c’mon. Please?”

He flashed me a tender smirk. “Like I’m gonna deny you anything, doll.” he mumbled as he started to slowly fuck into me, a hand moving down to my hip, stopping my movements. “Let me take care of ya, okay?”

I nodded, pouting up at him. His hips crashed against mine slow and steady and when his mouth found mine, my tongue slipped past his lips eagerly. The kiss deepened to a point where I felt myself getting light-headed. Clinging to him as I moaned his name over and over, making him smirk each time I did and it got a little louder. When the kiss broke, I muttered softly, “When do I get to take care of you, huh?”

“Later, sweetheart.” Jimmy promised as his cock buried inside me completely, stretching and overfilling me, making me grip onto him tighter. My lips grazing against his neck and latching on, leaving a small mark behind and making him growl, start to pound away at me a little harder and faster before he had to slow down all over again.

I clung to him, whimpering. Begging him for my release.

“Not yet, doll. Not done with you yet. You feel too fucking good.” Jimmy groaned into my mouth as his lips engulfed mine. His cock strummed against my spot and I writhed beneath him, dragging my fingers up and down his back, stopping when he tensed up just a little and winced.

“Sorry.”

“ ‘S okay, doll.” he muttered into the deepening kiss. My orgasm built to an almost blinding ache that had me shaking, barely able to hold on as he fucked me deep into the mattresses beneath me, his hips slamming into mine erratically, his hands and mouth all over me.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, doll. Don’t wanna stop.” he breathed against the shell of my ear, “But I can’t hold on much longer… Let go for me?”

I needed no coaxing at all. My orgasm tore through me, leaving me shivering and shaking as I struggled to keep the pace he set. His hips stammered and he rose up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, driving him even deeper inside, “Don’t stop.. C’mon, baby. Let go.” I coaxed breathlessly.

He bit his lip, staring down at me as he slowed down, tried to pull himself back from the edge. I clung to him, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts and despite him trying to still my hips, I managed to keep going, making him shiver and melt against me as the warmth of his release flooded me, making me moan all over again as he settled on top of me, capturing my hands in his and burying his mouth against mine.

He collapsed to the mattress, pulling me against him as his arms wrapped around me. I went to say something but he shushed me, muttering quietly, “Let’s just lay here. I just…I wanna lay here, hold you and pretend.”

I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to pretend anything, but I knew he wouldn’t hear it. I knew I’d have to prove him wrong.

And honestly, I was fine with it.

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kaunis-sielu · 4 years

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Three

A King’s oneshot

Chasing around three-year-old Nathaniel Grant Barnes was never, ever an easy task. Add in the five-year-old Victoria and three-year-old Felicity and you’re completely exhausted by nap time. Hell, you need a nap time too. You make your way quietly back down the stairs, baby monitor app open on your phone so you can see all three kids. You sigh heavily at the disaster that awaits you. Despite it being nearly 3:30 the leftovers from lunch are still on the table. Bits of macaroni are stuck to the table and to the floor and your bowl is still completely untouched on the counter. It’s a cold, clumpy mess at this point and the last thing you want to do is to reheat it in the microwave and wake one of the kids.

You always forget how much work the three are when you’re alone. If Nat, Clint, Peter or Wanda are around it’s a piece of cake, but since you’re the only parent who doesn’t actively run a gang you’re the best option to watch the kids. You turn the oven on and slide your bowl of macaroni in before turning to the rest of the mess. The three plastic bowls are taken off of the table, something that is usually Tori’s job, and rinsed out before they’re tucked into the dishwasher with their forks. Macaroni may not be the healthiest option but when you add spinach, green peppers and ham to it it makes you feel less guilty. You wipe the dried cheese off of the table, before sinking to your knees to wipe the floor. Thank god it’s laundry day tomorrow.

It’s not that you don’t love watching the kids, you do, it’s just sometimes you feel like you’re going into battle. You get the living room cleaned up in record time and are pulling your now warm bowl of macaroni out of the oven when you hear the voice.

“Tori.” It’s low and gravelly and makes your hair stand on end. “Tori. Wake up. I want to play.” It says and you stare at your phone in horror. What the fuck?

“Auntie?” Tori’s sleepy voice responds as she sits up.

“No Tori, it’s me your friend.” The voice says again and you drop the bowl you’re so terrified, hardly registering it shattering when it makes contact with the floor. You grab your phone off the counter and sprint up the stairs, before pausing outside the door and hear the voice again. It’s coming from exactly where you’d been afraid it was coming from.

The baby monitor.

You push open the door, and acting as calm as you can, give Tori a smile.

“Hey peanut. Did you say my name?”

“Yea Auntie. I heard a scary voice.” She mumbles and you want to throw up.

“Why don’t we all go snuggle in my and Uncle Bucky’s room?” You ask as Felicity’s sleepy head pops up. You say Bucky’s name clearly, wanting the fucker who’s watching your kids to know just exactly who they’re messing with.

“Okay.” Tori gets up and takes her sister’s hand before you scoop up Nate. The second you’re out of their room you’re herding the Rogers girls into the safe room in your closet. It’s not until the door is closed that you pull your phone from your pocket and call Bucky with a shaking finger.

“Hey Sweetheart, what’s up?”

“Cascade.” You tell him the code word for emergency.

“Are you safe?”

“In the room. Please come quickly.”

“Are they in the house?” You can tell he’s moving, “Steve. Cascade.” He snaps.

“No, watching us through the monitor. Not sure where else.”

“We’re on our way Sweetheart. I’ll open the door okay. Don’t move no matter what you hear.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He says before you hang up.

“Auntie?” Tori’s voice is quiet and when you look down at where she and Felicity are huddled against you the fear is evident on their faces.

“Hmm?”

“Lici is scared.” She says after a pause, Nate is holding tightly to your shirt, his small body tight against you.

“There’s no reason to be scared. We’re gonna see your dad and uncle Bucky soon, we’re gonna beat them at hide and seek I think. So you guys have to be quiet.” You lie with a small smile hoping she’s not old enough to see through your bullshit. “But, I can tell you a story if you want.” All three kids nod their heads and you launch into a mash up story about Little Red Riding Hood and The Three Little Pigs that, honestly, should be made into a movie.

There’s a metallic clicking noise at the door of the safe room and you pause, staring at the door. It’s clicks once more before opening to reveal one extremely stressed out Steve Rogers. He shoves his gun back into its holster as his daughters scramble to their feet and into his arms with twin cries of,

“Daddy!”

“We cleared the whole house and shut off all the video monitors. I’m going to have Hogan look into it.” Bucky says as he steps around Steve and pulls you tightly to him. He presses a kiss to Nate’s head before kissing you. “We’re all secure.” He whispers as you drop your head to his shoulder.

“Jesus that was terrifying Buck.” You say softly not paying much attention to Steve as he scoops up his girls, one in each arm and heads for the door.

“We’re going to the cabin for the weekend. See if Happy can fix this at our place too.”

“Okay.” Bucky agrees then the Rogers vanish out the door. You’re not quite ready to move out of his embrace yet, Bucky’s arms are secure around you, honestly you’re good with staying here.

“I’m sorry I called you home for this.” You mutter as you calm down, now that he’s here you feel like you may have overreacted a bit.

“Hey, no Sweetheart. You did everything exactly right.” He soothes. “I did find something that I’d like an explanation about though.”

“I first heard the voice through my phone when I was taking my food out of the oven.” You tell him, explaining why the oven door was still open and why the broken bowl and food were on the floor.

“Oh, that’s not what I’m talking about.” He says, his voice is oddly light and you pull away from him to look up into those bright blue eyes of his. He’s got a smile on his face as he pulls something from his pocket before raising it up so you can see it.

The pregnancy test you’d taken this morning. The one you’d completely forgotten about, and hadn’t even checked. “Somethin’ you wanna tell me Sweetheart?”

“Something you want to tell me Buck? I never got the chance to check it.” You tell him, “the kids kept me on my toes all day.”

“Well, hope you can handle one more.” He says and your face lights up, a wide smile gracing your lips.

“I’m pregnant?”

“Yea Sweetheart.” Bucky says a grin on his own face. He kisses you deeply, his hand tangling in your hair and long enough for Nate to give a grunt of irritation from being left out. Bucky laughs softly as you press a soft kiss to your son’s head.

“I am a little bummed that you found out first.” You tell Bucky, “I bought Nate this cute shirt that says upgraded to big brother and I was going to have him bring you the positive test.”

“We can do that to Steve and Peg if you want.”

“Can we have a little family party? Not tell anyone why so everyone finds out together?”

“I love that idea Sweetheart.” He says before kissing you again.

“Daddy no!” Nate cries grumpily and you laugh when you break away.

“Alright little man, you and I need to have a chat about being a cock block.”

“James!” You scold as he plucks your son from your arms.

“I’m just teasin’ Sweetheart.” Bucky says, “I am going to put him down in our room. This little monster needs a nap.” You nod looking at Nate’s tired eyes. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Cameras are off?” Bucky nods.

“And Clint’s out front.” You make your way downstairs and into the kitchen to clean up your second macaroni disaster of the day. You’re having another baby. You can’t help the smile on your face as you make a new lunch. Maybe you’ll have another boy to match Steve and Peggy with their two girls. Or maybe a girl to completely outnumber the boys.

Whatever you’re having you hope they’re going to be as healthy and easy as Nate was. You rest a hand on your stomach as you think only for it to be covered by one of Bucky’s larger ones.

“What do you think we’re having?” He asks softly as his body presses protectively against yours.

“I don’t know. But I know they’re the luckiest kid to have such a wonderful and protective dad. You’re going to love the shit out of this kid.”

“Don’t forget about the best mom. I’m kind of hoping for a girl, a mini you runnin’ around.” He mutters pressing another kiss to your neck.

“Whatever we have I’m going to be happy because I’ve got you on my team.”

“What a hell of a team we make too.”

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Irresistible

Summary: Robert gets asked on an interview where or in what he finds you, his fiancé, completely irresistible.

Genre: Fluff and very slight smut.

Word Count: 1,292

A/N: This is the first oneshot I have ever written in my life. I hope it is worth reading and it does not have much mistakes. I also hope you will stick around to read my further blogs :) POLITE criticism and future oneshot ideas/requests are always welcome.

"Hello to one and all, welcome to the Howard Stern Show and we're back with the ever charming and newly engaged Robert Downey Jr!" Howard announced.

"Yes, i sure am all of that; thank you very much." Robert said into the microphone attached to the headset with a wide grin. He just couldn't hold it in anymore, he absolutely had to do this interview. He couldn't wait to tell the whole world that y/n was his soon-to-be-wife. Oh he how loved saying that, that y/n would be his wife. But he knew he had to restrain himself from calling her the missus.

It was…too soon?

Well, for now fiancé would do just fine. He still had to take in the feeling that his beautiful and witty y/n had agreed to marry him.

“I cannot even begin this interview without talking about your beautiful fiancé and how the internet is going absolutely crazy about your engagement, in all the good ways obviously..” Howard said with a light laugh.

“I wouldn't want this interview to start any other way either and yeah... again me and the internet have a lot in common” Robert replied with a light chuckle of his own.

“Like...I mean.. you and y/n did have a little fling back then when you were both shooting Sherlock Holmes and everyone just thought it was just another Hollywood cover page hookup that would be forgotten, but you both actually did go the distance together. And oh! You both hid this for so long with such perfection and now we hear you both are engaged! That's absolutely crazy..” the host beamed with excitement.

“Man, I don't know about the magazines but all those lovely people on the accounts dedicated to me and her on Instagram and Twitter saw it coming” Robert replied.

He absolutely loved reading what the fan accounts had to say about him and y/n.

It was not that he depended on the public opinion to make his choices for him but often his curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to know if the people were as happy of them being together as he was.

Sometimes, if he found one or two good posts, he would often recite them to her.

“Hey y/n” he lightly shouted facing the kitchen while he tried to hold in his laughter.

Y/n peeked her head out of the door “Downey I can cook but you just won’t let me, right? Just trust me on this one, I wouldn’t burn the house down. I mean, i’ll try not to, but that was one time. Second time’s the charm.”

“I did not, for even once doubt your culinary skills sweetheart” he replied with a smirk, “but just come here for one second and see what..” he glanced at the username and this time couldn’t hold in his laugh anymore “...@roberty/nswhore has to say”

Y/n strutted over to the couch, wiping her hands on the way to where Robert was, laughing lightly and then proceeded to take a seat on his lap.

“What?” she asked, now really interested.

He showed her a picture of them at the premiere of Sherlock Holmes that the account had posted. “She says and I quote ‘My mutherfuckin’ parents, just look at how good and powerful they look together. My bi brain is quaking sksksk..”

They both laughed in unison. Y/n didn’t miss the opportunity to plant a quick kiss on his lips and said, “You ever wondered that if they knew you stalked their profiles, would they post more of this stuff or less?”

He double tapped the post and said, “I have absolutely no idea darling.”

Howard laughed and spoke into the mic, “I may have seen one or two of them and let me just say they got what they deserved. You and y/n have one of the most loyal and supportive fan bases”

“Yes we do and I could never be more thankful of the people who don’t forget to remind me that I am still the best and me and y/n make the hottest couple in the entirety of the universe”

“No doubts there. You both do make one of the most hottest couples in Hollywod-“

“-in the universe I said Howard, don’t twist the facts” Robert interrupted with the classic Downey grin.

“I must apologise, you both do make one of the hottest couples in the universe. Right, that sounds way better. So as I was saying, you and y/n are probably the most beautiful people I have ever interviewed. You both get people hot and bothered whenever one of your photos gets out. I just wanted to ask what is something that Y/n does or wear that gets you hot and bothered? And let me just add that I am not taking ‘she’s sexy in everything she does’ as an answer”, he asked with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“I was just going to say that but…oh god everything she does is actually very sexy. Um..okay. I think I can answer this without getting flustered”

He could not, he knew that.

“Let’s see, I think she’s very sexy when she’s with my girls; Miss Brain and Fuzzy especially. Y/n absolutely loves them and they lover her back. And when she gets competitive. Yeah she’s very competitive, like when she’s playing some sport or a video game or when she had a fight seen with me in Sherlock Holmes. When she gets in the mood of winning and she gets in control, it’s a sight worth watching.” Robert said with a hint of red on his cheeks.

“This is so hot” Robert said as he was straddled by Y/n on top of him, holding his wrists above his head.

“CUT!” Ritchie said from the director’s chair, clearly annoyed and amused simultaneously by the two secret lovers.

“Just try to keep it in your pants Downey. How many more retakes do want?” Y/n asked. They still had not moved from their rather interesting position despite the director yelling cut.

“Just enough of them so that you can feel it through my pants”

“If you don’t shut that witty mouth of yours up and let us get home early, I swear to god I will…” Y/n trailed off.

“You will…?” Robert teasingly asked, not forgetting to slightly roll his hips against hers as she sat right over his crotch. Oh, she could do as many things to him as she wanted for however long she wanted and he would happily comply. He loved teasing her; it brought a side of hers that he found absolutely erotic.

“I will tie you up on this bed, absolutely naked with nothing but a pillow covering ‘it’. And I will make sure it gets into the film as well” Y/n replied with narrowed eyes and a smirk plastered over her lips.

“I’d love to see you try, honey”

“I already said cut! Please move and get a room you two.” Ritchie shouted again.

“I love her in anything she wears or does. I think it’s like she has become my habit, you know? She would wake up in the morning with bed hair but I’d still call her beautiful, because she is. And she becomes even more beautiful the next morning I wake up by her side. She’s the most beautiful and intelligent woman I have ever met, and I am even more grateful that she’ll, one day that is not far away, be my missus.” He couldn’t help but smile the widest he had ever. Every single word that he had spoken was true to its core. He had never been this thankful to anyone in his life. He just hoped that y/n felt the same.

And she did.

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mycupoffanfiction · 5 years

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The Mobster’s Daughter

A Bucky x Reader Oneshot

Part 2 is here

This was a request from @ bi-bi-bi-bisexualz inspired by His Favourite Gal.

Bucky Barnes, the famous mobster of New York sees his young waitress struggling with something and wants nothing more than to help.

Warnings: Bisexual Reader, language, talk of not being accepted, smoking (just Bucky smoking), mentions of killing people.

Word count: 1800

Hey! I hope you enjoy this fic! I spent a while trying to get this one right, I hope I’ve managed to do the request justice! Enjoy 💕

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“Christ, (Y/n), you’re twenty minutes late, Barnes has been waiting for you for way too long.” Your manager, Pepper exclaimed as you rushed in through the back entrance of the bar you worked at. Shit.

The bar was owned by Bucky Barnes, the New York mobster. He was feared, people were terrified of him. Horror stories of his brutality circulated. But you knew him, he was a sweet guy, kind and charming, despite the rumours that went around. You’d known him since you started working at this bar months ago and every few nights, he and his men would come in to have a few rounds of drinks to end the night.

You were a lot younger than he was, but he always seemed to look out for you, which you appreciated. He often had you walked or driven home, sometimes even joining the drive home to talk to you, he acted sort of like a mentor or a father, but you’d never been able to compare that to anything since you didn’t know what it was like to even have a father figure. You were sure he did it for the other girls in the bar too, but you could never be sure considering you didn’t really talk to them much, but you did know that Bucky was always sweet to all of the employees working in his properties and businesses.

You dropped your bag off in the back room, grabbing your apron and notepad before rushing off to see Bucky and you wondered why no one else had taken his order yet, why he was just waiting until you got there. Surely Pepper could have just assigned someone else to fill in for you.

“(Y/n)! Doll! I’m so glad you’re here!” You were greeted warmly by Bucky as you walked into his private dining space. “Evening, gentlemen, I’m so sorry that I’m so late to work.” You apologised, cringing to yourself a little, fearing you’d be shouted at, but really you knew Bucky would never shout at you. Bucky beckoned you over to his side, gesturing you over and flashing a warm smile at you, not a hint of disappointment at your lateness. “Don’t you worry about being late, doll.” Bucky smiled. “I’d wait a whole hour if I had to.” He grinned. “And that’s saying something, Barnes doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” Steve chimed in, a smirk playing on his lips.

You tried to act happy and inject your usual enthusiasm into your voice as you served the group, but from the way that Bucky looked at you, you knew he saw right through you. It had been like this for a couple of weeks, but it was getting harder to hide what was on your mind. “Oh, sweetheart.” Bucky stopped you from walking away. “Add your drink to the tab, it’s on me.” He grinned, causing you to blush a little. “I couldn’t-.” You started to say, but Bucky cut you off. “Please, doll.” He gave you a sweet smile and you couldn’t help but give in and accept the free drink.

You waltzed in with a tray of drinks for them all, balancing the large tray perfectly as you handed them out accordingly, making sure that you served Bucky and Steve first and yourself last. “Come sit with me, doll.” Bucky pulled up a spare chair for you next to him and you paused, knowing it was not common for people to be allowed to sit right next to the mobster. Hesitantly, you took your seat next to him, the others chatting away amongst themselves.

“Please tell me what’s been making you so sad lately sweetheart.” Bucky rested his hand on your shoulder. You were used to his kindness, often taking rides with him home, he would sit in the back with you and ask you about you day, but never quite to the point where you shared deep details. “It breaks my heart to see you so cut up inside.” Bucky spoke softly. It was like he could read you like an open book. “You can tell me anything, I’ll try my best to help, that includes using words rather than, well… Y’know…” He gestured at the gun he had holstered at his side.

“Something happened.” You cave and begin talking, the way his gentle blue eyes managed to coax it out of you was unbelievably easy. “I don’t know what to do.” You felt the lump in your throat form, you heard it too when your voice cracked mid-sentence. “You wanna talk about this privately?” Bucky asked, glancing across at his men. Before you’d even had a chance to respond, Bucky leapt up from his chair, taking your hand in his and pulled you up with him. “C’mon sweetheart.” He pulled you away from the table and through the room, Steve throwing him a look of confusion on your way out.

You sat perched on a bench outside of the back of the bar. It was dark, but a nearby street lamp lit it up enough for you both to see each other fairly well. Bucky pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one for himself. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” Bucky asked, taking a puff. You sighed a little, feeling the emotions bubble up under the surface again. “Okay, how’s about this, I’ll tell you something on my mind and afterwards, you tell me what’s on your mind.” Bucky filled the silence for you and slowly, you nodded in response.

“Alright, so, there’s this girl. She’s cute, young, whole life ahead of her, sweetest little gal I’ve ever met. Works at this bar, always happy and kind and caring. Her name’s (Y/n).” He smirks, glancing across at you. “I think of her as a daughter, but I don’t wanna assume she sees me as a father figure.” He continues talking about you as if you’re someone else next to him and he pauses to take a puff of his cigarette. “Maybe she does.” You respond, smiling up at him as he blows a stream of smoke from between his lips, your heart swelling from his confession. “You think so?” Bucky responds, running a hand through his hair as he grins, looking straight ahead rather than at you. “Thing is, lately she’s been turnin’ up to work late and acting happy when I know she isn’t.” He poked you in the side, taking another drag from his cigarette. “I just wanna help her out.” Bucky adds, blowing out the smoke and watching it dance in front of him.

Bucky goes silent for a moment, leaving it open for you to talk. “It’s not the first time it’s happened.” You sigh, rubbing your face. “But the other day, someone I considered a friend made their feelings towards me very clear.” You watch as Bucky takes another puff. “Please don’t think of me differently when I tell you.” Your voice goes so small when you say that and Bucky looked at you like he was heartbroken. “Darlin’, I’m a mobster, you know what I do for a living, unless you’re working for one of my rivals or something, I’m not gonna think of you differently.” He reassures you, his hand coming up to rest between your shoulder blades, his warm palm comforting you a little. You let out a little shiver and Bucky wedges his cigarette between his lips to take off his suit jacket before he drapes it around your shoulders, his arm now resting around your back.

You shared a watery smile with him as tears prickled at your eyes. “One of my friends hates me because I have a girlfriend.” You close your eyes when you say it out loud and you almost manage to convince yourself that Bucky would hate you too.

“You’re… You have a girlfriend? My little doll has a girlfriend!” Bucky exclaims happily, chuckling a little to himself. “Wait, so your friend hates you because of that? That doesn’t make a lotta sense.” Bucky mused to himself. You felt relief wash over you when you heard his reaction to you having a girlfriend. “My friend shut me out because I came out as bisexual.” You explained, a lot easier now that you knew he wasn’t opposed to it. “For being bi?” He asked, confusion in his voice as tears began to trickle down your cheeks. “Fuck okay, look at me sweetheart.” Bucky took your face into his hands, cigarette held between his fingers as he does. “You listen to me.” He looked right into your eyes. “It is unacceptable that people treat you that way. You didn’t do anything wrong; I don’t want you thinking that.” Bucky’s tone was even and full of authority. “That person ain’t worth your time. You can love whoever you want, that shouldn’t matter.” Bucky gently wiped away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Thank you Bucky.” You sniffle, looking up into his eyes.

“If anyone ever does that to you, you come straight to me.” He pointed at you before taking one last drag of his cigarette. “Bucky, you can’t kill people for not accepting me.” You laughed. Bucky smiled when he heard your sweet laugh, even though that wasn’t how he’d intended you cheer you up, it amused him. “No, sweetheart, I was gonna teach ‘em a lesson not to mess with ya, not kill them.” He chuckled, stubbing his cigarette out on the brick wall behind you both. “But seriously, you can always come to me, I promise sweetheart.” Bucky smiled sweetly at you. “So,” You paused, looking him in the eyes. “You don’t find it weird that I have a girlfriend?” You asked. “What? Of course not! I was happy with one daughter, but now I got two.” He grinned, causing you to giggle a little.

“Can I meet her? I promise I won’t be intimidating.” Bucky held up his hands in surrender. “C’mon, we could do what we did last week, I could take you out for milkshakes and you can invite her and it’ll be fun!” He suggested, his hand gently falling back onto your shoulder and you nod, smiling up at him, overcome with happiness that he was so accepting immediately.

Bucky could see you tearing up a little and he pulled you into a hug. His arms tightened around you protectively, the warmth from him making you feel so comforted. Bucky pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before pulling away and he looked down at you, reaching to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. “Please don’t ever feel like we won’t accept you, sweetheart. We always will and if someone in the mob doesn’t, we’re dropping them.” Bucky murmured in your ear. “I mean drop them as in… Never mind.” He sighed. “Thank you, Bucky, for everything.” You squeezed him around the middle tightly. “Anything for you, doll.” Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you revelled in the sweet, fatherly affection Bucky provided.

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waynedunlaptheorgandonor · 5 years

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caryl fic; oneshot, hurt/comfort, vague s10 spoilers

title: how you go

rating: teen

word count: ~2k

They stumble inside a rundown building. It’s somewhere between a shed and a barn; a single room, with remnants of hay on the floor and cobwebs in the rafters, but it’s small enough that one good look around is enough to tell Daryl there are no walkers around, at least not in here. Outside is a different story, and already he can hear the scritch-scratching of nails on wood; the tap-tapping of hands on glass. Daryl helps Carol to the ground, and then shoves a dusty, old shelf in front of the door and prays that it holds.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it—no walkers are breaking in this second, and he has other things to attend to. Like the fact that the love of his life is currently bleeding out on a filthy, hay-covered floor.

Daryl kneels beside her and scoops up some dirt and hay into a pile for her to lay her head on. He turns on his flashlight—the batteries are running low, but he’s lucky he has any at all—and gingerly lifts up her shirt to examine her wound.

“It’s bad,” Carol says. Her voice is strained from the pain, but she’s calm.

“You’ll be alright,” Daryl says, trying to keep a neutral expression even as he’s wracked with fear. She’s right. It’s bad.

“I think I’m dying,” Carol says matter-of-factly.

“Shut up,” Daryl says. “No you aren’t.”

The wound is really bad.

He’s not sure how deep the knife went in.

If she’s got internal bleeding and the others don’t find them soon, she might—

“I’m gonna put pressure on this; try an’ stop the bleedin’. Might hurt a lil’.” Daryl derails his own thought train, focusing instead on slipping off his vest and unbuttoning his shirt.

“Is this really the time to be coming onto me?” Carol asks. Daryl’s hands pause for a split second. He casts her an unamused glare before finishing up on the buttons and sliding his shirt off his shoulders.

“Stop,” he mutters. “Don’t got nothin’ else to use as a bandage.”

She laughs, and usually he’d be delighted to hear that particular sound—it’s been an age since she last teased him like this—but that’s precisely why it worries him. She’s been free-falling ever since the pikes, and he’s worried she’s feeling more playful now because she thinks it’s finally all gonna end. Well there’s no way in hell he’s standing for that. He bunches up his shirt and presses it against her wound. She takes a sharp intake of breath and he cringes.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Sorry, I know it hurts.”

“Told you there were Whisperers on our side of the border,” she says, and even though she doesn’t sound mad—if anything, she’s teasing him again—he still feels like a gigantic, record-breaking, steaming pile of shit. If he had gotten his head out of his ass he would have seen that she knew what she was talking about. But she hadn’t been sleeping; had been popping pills and referencing conversations they’d never had. He had wanted to believe her—his gut protested every second that he didn't—but the evidence had been stacked up against her. In short, he had doubted her, and now it’ll be his fault if she—

“How are you feelin’? Cold? Dizzy? Anythin’ like that?”

“No, just feeling stabbed so far,” she says. Daryl sighs, and she adds, a little more seriously, “I’m kind of cold.”

Daryl shines the flashlight at her face. She’s pale. He presses the back of his hand against her cheek. Her skin is clammy.

“Keep talkin’ to me, alright? Even if you get tired. Especially if you get tired. I wanna make sure you’re not goin’ into shock.”

“Yes, Dr. Dixon,” she says with a cheeky grin he can’t bring himself to return. God, she sounds so weak .

“They’ll find us,” he tells her. “Michonne and the others. They’ll take care of the walkers outside and we’ll get you home and get you patched up and good as new, alright?”

“Alright,” she says, in the same tone he’d used when he’d told her he believed her about the Whisperers.

“Don’t,” he says.

“Don’t what?”

“Act like you’re already givin’ up.”

“Wound’s deep, Daryl,” she says. The shirt he has pressed against her is already bled through.

“You’ve had worse.”

“Lucky me.”

“You know what I mean. You’ve gotten through worse. This is just another thing.”

“What if I’m tired of getting through things?” she asks. Daryl squints at her.

“The hell’s that s’posed to mean?”

“It means, what if you took your hands off my stomach and just let whatever's gonna happen, happen?”

Daryl presses harder against her abdomen.

“You can fuck right off with that shit,” he says.

“I’m tired, Daryl.”

“Keep talkin’ to me.”

“That’s not the kind of tired I mean.”

He knows. He knows she’s talking about how her body’s been through so much trauma, even pre-apocalypse, that it’s a miracle it’s made it this far, and she’s tired of it still getting beat down even after all of that. She’s talking about how this is another goddamn wound she has to heal, and she doesn’t only mean like the scar on her arm where the glass impaled her a few weeks ago. She means the gaping wounds in her heart from all her dead children; the gashes in her conscience from every life she’s ever taken; the constant ache of forcing herself to survive every goddamn day in a world like this. She’s tired, Daryl knows this, but she’s not allowed to go to sleep. Not yet. He says,

“This ain’t the way you go.”

“Yeah?” she asks, and her voice is losing all its edge with every drop of blood that leaks out of her body and into Daryl’s makeshift bandage. “How do I go then?”

Daryl frowns at where the white of her stomach is stained crimson. She has a whole litany of battle wounds from times where it wasn’t her time to go.

He doesn’t think she’s expecting an answer, and truth be told, it’s not a question he’d usually reply to, but he decides she needs to know that today is not the day.

“It’ll be your heart,” he tells her. “Not an attack or somethin’, it won’t be nothin’ that hurts. There won’t be pain.”

She doesn’t say anything or a moment, and Daryl checks to make sure she’s still conscious. Her eyes are glassy and groggy, but they’re fixed on his.

“Will it be in a fight?” she asks quietly, and Daryl shakes his head.

“Nah. There won’t be no more fights to fight by the time you go. Uh-uh, you’ll be in bed, all warm and comfy and shit. Nice sheets. You know like them rich people ones with the billion thread count or whatever? That’s what you’ll be layin’ on.”

“What about a fluffy pillow? One of those big memory foam ones? Always loved those.”

“Oh, hell yeah, baby,” Daryl says, the term of endearment slipping out before his brain has a chance to catch up with his mouth. If she’s bothered by it she doesn’t show it on her face, but he wonders if it prompts her to ask her next question. She asks,

“Will you be with me?” For a second he wonders if she’s ribbing him again, but her expression is earnest and shy.

“‘Course,” he says softly. “‘Course I will. I’ll be right there. Hell, I’ll even hold your hand. If you want, I mean.”

“What if...will the bed be big enough for you to hold all of me and not just my hand?”

Daryl swallows, even though his mouth is dry.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be next to you, and I’ll hold all’a you, and when you go I’ll still be there. Right ‘til the very end I’ll be there.”

“Will I be afraid?”

“Nah. Neither of us will, ‘cause we’ll know it’s time, you know? We both seen death so much already, it won’t scare us none. Might be a little sad, though. I’ll be sad. Won’t be able to say goodbye easily, warnin’ you now, but I gotta let you go first, ‘cause there ain’t no way you’re goin’ out without someone who loves the hell outta you seein’ you off.”

Carol’s eyes are glistening, and he doesn’t think it’s from the shock. He turns his attention back to her abdomen. It’s still bleeding, but it’s slowing. From outside, the walkers groan, and the old wooden building groans right along with them. It’s an oddly peaceful cadence.

“Daryl?”

“Yeah?”

“How do you go?”

“Always thought it’d be cool to go out in an explosion. You know, action movie style?” He grins at Carol’s laugh and then shrugs. “I dunno. They’ll pro’ly say it’s somethin’ like natural causes or some shit.”

“But it won’t be?”

“Nah. It’ll be more complicated than that.”

“How so?”

He ducks his head.

“Think eventually missin’ someone too much can be fatal. Not right away, and only when you don’t got no one else, you know? When you’re old and grey and seen enough of the world and you’re ready to go see ‘em again, hopin’ beyond hope that you will—that’s when it takes you.”

“Who will you miss so much that you’ll decide it’s your time to go?”

“That’s a stupid question.”

“Answer it anyway.”

Daryl forces himself to raise his head. She’s ashen, with hay in her hair. She’s watching him, uneasy, as if she really isn’t sure what his answer’s gonna be.

Careful to keep the pressure on her wound with one hand, Daryl sits up on his knees and hovers above her. He waits a beat to see if he’s met with any resistance, and when he’s not he leans down and presses his lips to hers. It’s chaste and polite—it’s to prove a point—but even still, his nerve endings spark, sending a shiver down his spine, and he realizes then that he’s been waiting for the better part of a decade for this.

“You,” he whispers, pulling a breath’s distance away. “I’ll miss you.”

Sitting back on his heels, he uses his free hand to brush tears off her cheeks. She leans into his touch, eyes fluttering closed.

“I’ll be there,” she says.

“What, sweetheart?”

“Beside you. When you go, I’ll be there. You won’t see me, but you’ll know. And when you do go, I’ll be waiting, and it’ll be so good to see you again. The best.”

From outside comes the unmistakable sound of a katana slicing into a walker. Muffled voices can be heard through the walls. Daryl smiles at Carol.

“The best,” he repeats in agreement. “But we ain’t there yet. This ain’t how you go. You hear me? It ain’t.”

“I hear you,” she says, like she believes him now. “I’m not going anywhere. Not today.”

Daryl cups her face, just as the barn door swings open. He nods, saying with conviction,

“Damn straight, baby. Not today.”

#caryl #caryl fic #caryl fanfiction #dunlap writes shit

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wegotjiminsjams · 5 years

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A Christmas Miracle

Oneshot

Yoongi X Reader

Word Count: 4850

Genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, Slow burn (kind of)

A/N: I wanted to post this last christmas but it wasn’t complete so I’m just posting it now. Lol. XD

The city indeed looked breathtaking, covered in snow and beautiful lights decorating the streets. People walking around were dressed warmly along with their Santa hats. Naturally, as it was the day before Christmas, everyone around seemed to be in a holiday mood with happy smiles and warm gestures but alas, you couldn’t join in with the festive spirit because you had work. Work on Christmas Eve! Talk about bad luck. You sigh and look away from the window, enough with the longing stares, the sooner you finish your work, the sooner you can leave. Your flight back home was at 5 pm, another four hours left. At Least you’ll get to spend Christmas day with your family.

You look around your office and there’s absolutely no one there except for the security. It’s only fair since it is Christmas and everyone is spending time with their families, everyone except you. But to be completely honest this was all on you, you were always a perfectionist.

This month you had taken on an extremely important project, while everything was done smoothly, the clients were very impressed and you had managed to gain a great profit for the company, however you hadn’t backed up the reports and accidentally dropped the pen drive with the only copy of the reports in coffee. They were lost for good. Your boss Hoseok had told you not to worry about it, that it wasn’t a big deal. They were the extra reports which could be filed in later on. He had urged you to take an early Christmas break and get back to it later. But you wouldn’t be you, if you weren’t a perfectionist. You insisted that it wouldn’t take much time and you would finish it before the vacation.

Now thinking back on it, you curse yourself and wish you had just taken the Goddamn opportunity when you had it. Sighing once again you get back to your work, trying to finish it as soon as possible, when someone behind you clears their throat. Your heart nearly jumps out, as you turn to see who it is. As far as you knew the office was completely empty except for the security at the front and you hadn’t heard anyone enter either so naturally you were shocked to see the one person you absolutely did not want to.

“Did I scare you sweetheart?” spoke the annoying voice of Min Yoongi. He had his signature smirk on his face that told you, it was his exact intention to scare you.

Hearing that annoying nickname immediately put a scowl on your face, “What are you doing here Min?” you asked.

Min Yoongi was a colleague, a rather annoying one you might add and your partner in the very project you were working on right now. He was partially to blame for you to be working like this last minute. You see, Yoongi and you had this ongoing rivalry and always tried to best each other. You both always found ways to undermine the other. So even though your boss was lenient and allowed you to finish the reports after the holidays, you did not want Min Yoongi to be able to use this against you in the future, saying things like “we didn’t make a larger profit because of the late report filing” or “If I was in charge this wouldn’t have happened.”

Logically speaking these reports really did not matter much, but you wouldn’t put it past Min Yoongi to use even the tiniest thing against you. The man was infuriating. And this was only one thing among the many other things that he did just to annoy you. If it wasn’t his constant showing off at how good and competent he is, then it was his constant jokes and attempts to flirt with you, just to get you all worked up and embarrassed because he loved getting you riled up. You were convinced that his only goal in life was to make you miserable. To add on to your misfortune, everyone else in the office absolutely loved the pest. Especially all the ladies, who ogle at him like hormone raged school girls, as if Min Yoongi needs anymore of an ego boost.

Fine, maybe the man was good at his job and kind of handsome, you’ll reluctantly agree to that. But with that personality and such a big ego how could anyone stand him was just beyond you.

“If you remember correctly, we were both in charge of this project sweetheart” he replies to your question, “So I’m just here to do my part, I don’t want anyone taking credit for the whole project later on you see.”

Again with the stupid nickname. Already getting riled up with his mere presence you huff and respond to him, “First of all asshole, stop calling me sweetheart and second, it was my mistake that the reports weren’t submitted so I will take care of it. No one is discrediting anyone here so you can go back and annoy your family instead of me.”

He gave you an amused look, “If you think I’m just going to abandon you and let you take the complete load, you’ve mistaken y/n.” he says seriously. “We both worked on this project and came up with the report. Now who’s ever mistake it was, it’s still unfair that only you have to do it all over again.”

For a moment you are completely dumbfounded. Is Min Yoongi really being a decent human being right now? You are completely baffled by his behaviour and just stare at him astonished.

When you don’t reply he just shrugs, “Besides, with me here you’ll be done in no time, cause I’m really excellent at anything I do.” he says, voice oozing with smugness.

Aaha! There he is, the extremely cocky, big headed Min Yoongi that you know. Never leaves an opportunity to show off.

Scoffing, you instruct him “Fine you can start with the marketing strategy, I haven’t gotten to that part yet.” And turn away from him to focus on your work.

The two of you work in peaceful silence for a while. Well as peaceful as it can get with Min Yoongi around, constantly tapping his foot and clicking his pen. The only other sounds coming from pages turning and the typing sounds of your computers until Yoongi breaks the silence to ask you a question.

“Hey, how come you didn’t go to visit your family for Christmas? Don’t you go every year?”

You’re a little perplexed that he knew you went every year. Does Min Yoongi really pay attention to people besides himself?

“Well, I am going, my flight is in three and a half hours, I just delayed my trip a little to complete the work” you say nonchalantly.

“Really Y/n???” he asks shocked, “You really gave up spending time with your family for work? What is wrong with you! Actually wait, no, you wouldn’t be y/n if not a stubborn perfectionist.” he says with a sly smile

“Oh shut up!” you huff, “Stop acting like you know me.”

“Oh but I do sweetheart.” There’s that smug smile on his face again.

Seeing no point in arguing with him further, you just give him the classic eye roll. Something that you find yourself doing often only when he is around.

“Well, we already know that I’m a workaholic loser, but what about you? Why didn’t you go home for Christmas?” you ask him.

His cheeks get a slight red tinge at your question. “Aah, I actually had a prior commitment, so I too, delayed my trip.” he says this in a way of trying to sound nonchalant.

“Prior commitment, On Christmas?” you ask confused. “What is it? Or should I ask who is it?” you tease laughingly.

His eyes widen and his cheeks are coloured with a blush once again. This is the second time Yoongi has gone all shy today and it’s because of this “prior commitment.” Could it really be that Yoongi has girlfriend? If you think about it, in the past three and a half years of working here you actually don’t remember him mentioning a girlfriend or significant other. And he wouldn’t be constantly flirting and annoying you if he was dating right? But maybe things have changed for him recently. However, you don’t know why but the thought that Yoongi could be dating someone puts a sour taste in your mouth. I mean it’s definitely because you feel bad for the poor soul that’s stuck with him, right?

“What? No no, it’s nothing like that y/n trust me!” he says a bit too panicky.

“Okaaay, calm down Yoongi” you say “I was only teasing. Then if not a girlfriend, what was so important that couldn’t wait till the end of the holidays?” you ask curiously.

“Only teasing?” he asks smugly, “Sounds to me like you were jealous, sweetheart.” he says not answering your question once again.

You roll your eyes once again, “Ugh, You wish.”

“By the way, there’s only a few hours left for your flight, come on we have only a little work left and then you won’t have to rush to the airport.” he says trying to change the topic.

You don’t know why but Yoongi is being really weird about this whole situation. You want to pry and find out what’s got him like this, but seeing his reaction and unwillingness to answer, you decide to let it go for now.

Yoongi and you get back to working in silence for a while, you both are almost done with the report and are proofreading the final copy with utter concentration when the sound of your phone ringing breaks your focus. The screen displays your mom calling, she must be just checking on you to see if you’ve left for the airport. You turn to yoongi and give him a look to say ‘excuse me’ and pick up the call.

“Yes mom, I’m almost done with work and will leave for the airport soon” you say before she can begin worrying.

“Y/n dear…that’s not why I’m calling.” your mom says tentatively. “Haven’t you seen the news sweetheart?”

“The news? Huh? Mom what are you talking about?” you ask confused.

“Y/n there is a huge snow storm all across the cities, all flights have been cancelled” she informs you gravely.

A snow storm? No, it can’t be. You move over to your office desktop to check the news online. Yoongi watches you curiously and looks over your shoulder to see what you’re looking at. And it’s true, there is a huge snow storm that is affecting a lot of cities and as a result transportation like trains, flights and busses have been cancelled. Immediately a sense of dread takes over you, if you hadn’t been so stubborn to finish the work you could have already been with your family and avoided this whole mess. Now you will have to spend Christmas all alone.

“Hello? Y/n are you there?” your mom’s voice through the phones pulls you out of your reverie.

“Uh…ye..yes mom, I’m here.” you say trying not to choke up. Christmas is the only time you actually get to spend with your family, and because of your stupid stubborness you’re going to miss out.

“Aww, honey I’m so sorry, Your dad and I feel really bad that you won’t be here with us, but please don’t cry alright. We’ll come visit you for New Year’s.” she says trying to cheer you up.

All you manage to say is a small “okay.”

“Y/n, you’re going to be okay right?” your mom asks worried.

Not wanting to worry her any more you tell her you’ll be fine and that it’s not a big deal and end the call. You take a deep sigh and turn to your left where Yoongi is watching you intently.

“Talk about bad luck, am I right?” you say trying to lighten the mood.

He clears his throat and looks away “Uh, yeah. Well anyway I finished the remaining proofreading, so we’re officially done y/n.” He says.

“What’s the point anyway, I’m still stuck here.” you huff.

He only shrugs in response. And for a second you wonder if something is wrong with him. Because the Min Yoongi you know wouldn’t waste a single opportunity to mock you. He would totally call you out for being stubborn and putting yourself in this situation but instead there he is sitting silently and looking almost sad?

And that’s when it hits you. He’s in the same situation as you. He can’t visit his family on Christmas either. You don’t know why but knowing he’s in the same boat makes you feel slightly better. Misery loves company I guess. No matter how annoying the company can be sometimes.

“So what are you going to do now? You know since you can’t leavetown?” he asks awkwardly.

You let out a deep sigh, “Probably just going to heat up leftover pizza and watch reruns of The office.” you answer glumly. “What about you? Got any special plans?”

He just shrugs, “Nope. Pretty much the same as you.” he announces.

You just nod solemnly.

“Well..” he says packing up his things, “We should probably head out now.”

“Uh huh” you say and you move to gather up your belongings.

Once the two of you are ready to leave, Yoongi turns towards you with a little nervous smile on his face, “Hey since we both can’t spend spend Christmas with our family, do you want to maybe spend it together instead?”

You just stare at him, a little confused if you heard him right. Do you really want to spend Christmas with Min Yoongi? The guy who annoys you to the ends of the earth. Well now that you think about it, he hasn’t been all that annoying today. Maybe it won’t be so bad. After all it’s Christmas, do you really want to stay at home alone and wallow in self pity?

When you don’t answer him immediately he continues, “I know I’m probably the last person you want to spend Christmas with, but I was just thinking since we’re both probably going to be alone it will be nice to you know…” he trails off.

“Yeah I’d like that” you say in a soft voice.

“What? Really?” he can’t keep the surprise out of his voice, he is genuinely shocked that you agreed. Then he smiles softly and says “Alright then, shall we head to my place? It’s closer, only a few blocks away.”

You just nod, not knowing what else to say. Suddenly you feel very awkward. What if it’s not a good idea to go with him? Yoongi and you have never really hung out together outside of work, so to suddenly spend Christmas together does seem a bit weird. Nevertheless you already agreed to it, so you just silently follow him out, hoping this doesn’t turn out to be a disaster.

The walk to his apartment is a short and silent one. Once you both you enter his house, you notice that his place looks quite comfortable, cozy and surprisingly clean, unlike his desk at the office, which is always messy. There are a few pictures of friends and family on his wall and a sad looking christmas tree in one corner of the living room. Apart from this, there aren’t any decorations in his house.

Trying to be a good host he takes off your coat for you and hangs it on his rack. “I’ll get you a change of clothes so that you can be more warm and comfortable” he says rushing into his bedroom.

After Yoongi and you have both freshened up and dressed comfortably, you both are seated on the couch, each with a cup of hot chocolate in hand. That awkward feeling is back again and you know he feels it too. The both of you have never really been in such a situation together, the only time the two of you interact involves a lot of bickering, so to say this is awkward is putting it lightly.

Trying to relieve some of the tension you ask, “So…what are we going to do about dinner? Shall we order take out?”

“What? Take out on Christmas? No way.” he says appalled. “I have some chicken in the freezer, and maybe some spaghetti, we can make something.” he concludes.

“Okayyy, but I’m not really good at cooking” you say a bit timidly.

His signature smirk that was missing for so long is back again, “The ever perfect y/n is bad at something? Somebody call the news channel” he teases.

“Yeah yeah, I suck at cooking, everyone’s bad at something okay.”

“Well y/n, I’m sorry to disappoint, but not me. Along with my brilliant brain, charming good looks and incredible personality, I also happen to be a really good cook.” he says smiling.

“You forgot to mention your immeasurable humility.” you say sarcastically.

“Yes yes, that too.” he gives you a cheeky grin.

You can’t help but chuckle. Finally you think, the awkward tension is dissipating and you both can get back to your normal bickering selves.

After finishing with your hot chocolates, Yoongi gets up from the couch and goes toward the kitchen, “Well y/n, since you’re basically useless at cooking…” he says as he takes out an old bottle of wine from the cabinet “Why don’t you set the table instead?” he says pointing to a small table with two chairs in the corner of the kitchen.

“Yeah, for once you take can take on the heavy load.” you say smugly and get on with the job assigned to you, while Yoongi begins to prepare the food.

“Are you saying that I never take on the heavy load?” he asks feigning hurt.

“Yes that’s precisely what I’m saying, Yoongi.”

“How dare you! After I just helped you today?” he looks appalled but you can tell he doesn’t mean this seriously.

“Oh please! You big baby, you have it so easy for you, being best friends with Hoseok and all. He lets you get away with anything.” you complain.

“Hey that’s not true,” he retorts, “He’s just as hard on me as he is on everyone else.”

“Oh really?” you raise an eyebrow “Then why does he always let you pick partners for any project before anyone else?”

He goes silent at that. That’s right, he thought you didn’t know about it, but you did.

You continue enjoying his dumbfounded expression, “And you always pick me as your partner, just to get on my nerves, I know it.” you declare.

“Oh really now?” he says raising an eyebrow “You don’t know me or my motives, y/n” he says matter of factly.

“Oh but I do sweetheart” you retort back with a smirk of your own.

Yet again he’s dumbfounded and looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face, it’s almost like adoration? No, it can’t be, right? But it’s gone just as quickly, as if it never happened.

He just shakes his head and chuckles, “Trust me y/n, Hoseok doesn’t let me choose partners, that happened only once. He just thinks the two of us work really well together and I agree with him. Don’t you?”

“Hmm…yeah. Maybe you aren’t so incompetent at your job” you say, not wanting to admit aloud that he’s actually one of the best at Jung Corporations.

Since you’ve finished setting the table, which there wasn’t much to do anyway, you opt to sit on the chair and watch Yoongi as he busily prepares your dinner. He looks so comfortable, like he’s done this a million times before and he probably has. He’s even humming a soft little tune to himself and you can’t help but think that he looks so peaceful. Seeing how he’s so immersed in the process, you start to notice his features, and you get why almost every girl in the office fawns over him. He is handsome, incredibly so, but of course you will never admit to this out loud.

Just then he looks up at you and smiles, and you try to act like you weren’t just staring at him this whole time. “Dinner is almost ready,” he says, “Can you serve the wine?”

You nod and get up to serve the wine while he places the dishes at the table, Stir fry chicken with spaghetti. You’re surprised by how good it looks, even though he just spun this up with whatever was available at home. And without further delays the two of you dig in.

As soon as you take the first bite, you realise he was not kidding when he said he’s a great cook. “Mmmm…Yoongi, this is actually incredible” you say with a mouth full of food.

He too, smiles back at you with a mouthful of food, “I told you didn’t I? I’m a great cook.”

“Yeah fine, I’ll give this one to you” you say reluctantly.

The both of you settle into a comfortable silence for the rest of dinner. You can’t help but notice how domestic this all seems. Yoongi and you spending Christmas together, him cooking dinner, the two of you bickering and laughing, almost like a couple. Wait…what? A couple? Why are you having such thoughts? No less about Min Yoongi of all the people. Something is wrong with you, maybe the wine is hitting you more than you think. Or maybe you’re just overwhelmed with the strange turn of events today and you’re just missing your family that’s all. Yeah that’s definitely got to be it. There is no other logical explanation.

Seeing your troubled expression, Yoongi asks “Y/n, is everything okay?”

“Yes of course, why wouldn’t it be?” you say trying not to raise suspicion.

He moves his hand on the table to keep over yours, “I know this is probably the last thing you wanted to do, but I’m glad you came today y/n.” he says with a lot of sincerity.

You look down at his hand over yours and look back up at his face. He has that similar unreadable expression, what is it? attraction? Adoration? Kindness? You can’t tell, but it once again has you thinking all kinds of thoughts. Not trusting yourself to speak coherent words, you don’t say anything back and just smile at him instead.

After dinner and clearing up the kitchen, the two of you find yourselves on the couch once again, browsing through netflix deciding what to watch. You turn to look at Yoongi, his focus is on the TV, he looks a little nervous to you. You think that maybe it’s because he’s missing his family. Seeing the pictures on the wall and remembering the few times he’s mentioned his family at work in passing, does seem like he’s close to them. This makes you wonder what was that ‘prior commitment’ that was so important to delay his flight. He was being so evasive about it before, which makes you all the more curious, so you decide to ask him again.

“Hey Yoongi” you start

“Hmm?” he says without taking his eyes off the Television.

“What was the reason you delayed your ticket?” you ask.

He stills at that, and turns to look at you. “This again? I told you it was nothing.”

“It can’t be nothing if you had to sacrifice seeing your family for it.” you retort.

“Well, I wasn’t sacrificing” he declares, “I just delayed my trip, I didn’t know this snow storm would come right?”

“Still Yoongi!” you insist, “What was so important that it had to be done on Christmas?”

“Y/n, why can’t you just let it go?” he asks tiredly “It was just a stupid thing.”

“If it’s so stupid, why can’t you just tell me?” you demand.

“Ugh y/n” he whines.

“What? You constantly annoy and tease me, And the one time I ask you something you’re being shady about you can’t answer me?” you complain.

He doesn’t respond to that. He doesn’t even look at you. He goes back to focusing on the Television, browsing through options.

Frustrated you continue, “Is it something illegal?” you ask in a whisper “Drugs? Theft? Murder?!”

“Y/n! Have you lost your mind?” he asks incredulously. “It’s nothing, just let it go.” he says with a tone of finality.

But you are not you if not stubborn right?

“It must a girlfriend then.” you say speculatively. “Why would you want to hide that Yoongi?”

“Y/n…it’s not that I already told you.” he says and you can see he’s losing his patience.

“Then what is it?” you insist. “Why won’t you tell me? What can possibly be so goddamn important–”

“Because of you!!” he interrupts you loudly “I heard that you were working overtime and cancelled my flight for you!”

Immediately, you can see the shock and regret on his face. This is something he clearly did not want to say to you.

You go completely silent at that. Gaping at him. You don’t know what to say. Why would he cancel his flight just for you? It makes no sense.

“What? For me?” you ask confused. “Yoongi that makes no–” suddenly something clicks in your brain.

“Yoongi, do you…do you like me?” you ask in a soft voice.

He’s just staring at you. Silent for a moment before he answers, “I thought it was pretty obvious”

Your heart is pounding so fast at the moment, you’re afraid it’s going to burst. Did Min Yoongi just confess to you? Your mind is filled with so many questions. Why would he always annoy you and make you miserable then? Your mind is not able to wrap around this entire thing.

Seeing you in shock like this, he begins, “Look y/n, I didn’t want you to find out this way I’m sorry, and I know you will probably never feel the same so can we just–”

You speak before he can even complete his sentence, “If you really like me then why do you always annoy me? And get me all riled up?”

He looks a little embarrassed at that question, “Well…you see when you first joined work, you were so quiet and hardly spoke to people and I didn’t know any other way to get your attention. And well after that it was just so hard to go back so I kind of stuck with it.” he says looking at anything but you.

You mind is still processing what he just said. Min Yoongi likes you. Has probably liked you for a long time. And all the times he annoys you was to get your attention?

Seeing no response from you, he continues, “Y/n, I know you probably hate me even more now, I’m sorry I didn’t want it to happen like this. You’re probably regretting coming home with me tonight.” he says a bit too dejectedly.

You look at him once again and think back to tonight, he was so much fun to talk to and spend time with. And when you really think about it, even though he annoys you to pieces, he’s never crossed a line, always so thorough with his work and you’ve seen him with other people, he’s always so kind and empathetic towards everyone. And right now he looks so dejected, that it makes your heart hurt, so you do something that you would probably never do while sober. Yes, let’s blame it on the insignificant amount of wine you consumed.

You grab Yoongi’s face, and crush your lips to his.

His whole body stiffens at the contact. You don’t let that deter you and continue to kiss him. His lips feel so soft and smooth and after a moment of hesitation, he starts to kiss you back.

He unconsciously pulls you over his lap, without breaking the kiss, so you’re now straddling him. You put your arms around his neck and tug at his hair, while his are around your waist pulling you even more closer to deepen the kiss and you’re practically gasping for air when he realises something and pulls away.

His face is flushed, hair is messy yet you can’t help but think that he looks so incredibly hot.

“Wait..so” he says in a deep voice “Does this mean…?” he looks at you hesitantly.

You just put your head back and give a small chuckle. “Yes it does” you say “What happened to that brilliant brain of yours now?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.

He just laughs, “I’ve never been so thankful for a snow storm before” he says with a huge grin on his face.

You laugh once again and lean forward to kiss him on his nose, “Merry Christmas Yoongi.”

He gives you a smile that could melt away all the snow. “Merry Christmas y/n.”

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A/N: Hi it’s dragonfly here. I hope you liked it! I would love to hear your thoughts and comments. :)

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supersoldiersruined-me · 5 years

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Girls Like You

A/N: This is the oneshot that has been sitting in my Cloud for about a year now. It was one of the first texts I had written for a challenge and never got to post it. I’ve edited it a bit, and I hope this can help wait for my next works. Warnings: swearing?, non-described smut, so I guess 16+ is fine Word count: 4k Prompt: Girls Like You - Maroon 5 Summary: An odd mix of alcohol and turn of events brings you into the life of no other than your favourite actor Chris Evans. He soon realises you may be more than just a page in his book.

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As you lay on your back, upper body resting on your elbows, you try your best to remember all of last night's details. Your friend Sophie had the splendid idea to take you out in the city for your last day in town. What was supposed to be a casual and slow night of fancy drinks and good eating ended with both of you groping the same guy on a dance floor and the alcohol inhabiting all your senses. Then and there, all of your problems seemed to fade away, and you thanked her for dragging your ass out of the crappy hotel room.

Your hands slowly slide from under your heavy torso and you let your head fall back onto the pillow, which seemed much softer than the few nights before. Rolling over to your right to reach for your phone on the nightstand is a perilous task, only to have your hand come in contact with more fabric. You run the white silk cover between your fingers; your brows frowning. You use all of your concentration to crawl a little more before you realise that the bed is in fact larger than it should. You jolt up, springing yourself back to sit straight against the now non-existing headboard. Looking around the room, you quickly understand that this was a stranger's house. And even worse, a stranger's bedroom.

Cold shivers go up your spine. You then look to your left to where white sheer curtains dance along the ocean breeze. The tall French doors definitely lead to a sea-front balcony. Whomever this house belongs to certainly has a lot of money. Which makes you wonder even more about your current situation. When and where could you have come into contact with someone like this? To your memory, the small pubs and clubs you attended during your stay, and even last night, were not the type to attract such high profile people.

The buzzing of your phone then startles you, and you pick up immediately when you see the picture of your friend pop on the screen.

"Seriously I've been calling you for an hour now!" she says in a hurry.

"Well good morning to you too," you try to answer as calmly as you can. ‘’Figures you also have no idea where I am."

"No, silly." Something seems to nudge her phone out of her hand, cutting her sentence short.

"Sophie?" you whisper. "Seriously don't play with me!"

"Hey, no, sorry. Eric's an ass," she sounds nonchalant. "Get your butt here we have a plane to catch tonight!"

At her last words you gasp as you recall about your flight. You pray that everything you carried on yourself made its way safely with you. You finally manage to get up off the sultry California king and have a look around the room. As your entire body appears from under the duvet, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your fully-clothed body. At least you didn’t do anything you’d regret while being piss drunk.

The bedroom is the only room on the second floor, aside from an ensuite bathroom. Your way out isn't so hard to find much to your relief. You make your way down the glass stairs and into the really open, really large living room. White marble paves the ground and even whiter tiles surround a very modern fireplace. Why even have a fake fireplace, you can’t comprehend. You barely even use the real ones back home during the winter.

Everything is so quiet. The roaring of the waves echoes through the never ending glass walls. The owner must certainly be claustrophobic to have so little actual walls. Gathering your last belongings that waited on the kitchen counter, you swiftly make you way out of the house through the front door, where you were greeted by a long driveway surrounded by lush fruit trees.

Halfway to your destination out of the gates of this mansion you hear the growling of an engine. An old model car you imagine. Not sure whether to turn around or keep your way, you steady your pace and focus on your goal - keeping your phone in hand just in case. You think of running, but figure you look guilty enough already, and of course, the car would be faster than two poorly fed and rested legs who aren't even sure of where they are going. It only takes a few seconds before a blue muscle car cruises by your side, and your walking comes to a halt. You swallow hard before turning your head to face the driver on your right, the window coming down painfully slow.

"You always sneak out on people who offer you help?" The Boston accent is thick. His bottom lip is stuck under his teeth, a sly grin spreads on his face.

The fact that you can identify the person sitting behind the wheel doesn't seem to comfort you in the slightest. Not only did you end up sleeping in a really wealthy person's house, unaware of how you managed to get there in the first place, but this person is also one of your idols. A man you only saw in dreams; and the wildest at that.

You stare at his blue eyes, still tired and so lost. All you can do is stand there and freeze. You have a look at your hand to make sure this wasn't yet another dream, until one of his own grips at your forearm and asks again:

"I know this seems rushed, but a simple goodbye would be appreciated," he chuckles. ''You did spend the night over after all.''

"I'm, uh." - looking at where his hand links with your body is your instinctive response.

''Oh...I assume you remember nothing,'' he goes on. "Girls like you sure do know how to have a good time!" he adds.

"I'm sorry, girls like me?" you ask, trying to understand what was happening. Your heart skipping a beat when you remember all the dirty dancing.

"I didn't mean this in a bad way.” His expression agrees with his words. "I simply think a girl who can out-drink me knows how it's done."

That hand. The damned hand keeps all your control away – you swear you feel his thumb run softly on your skin.

"Well, I'm Chris Evans, sweetheart," he starts, "let's start with that information." He pushes the door towards you and gets out of the car.

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N," you say softly. "And I know. This is um..." He breathes a small laugh.

"Unexpected?" His right eyebrow jerks up at your affirmation.

"You must have so many questions, Y/N."

"I have a flight to catch, and my friend..." you pause when you remember. "Shit, my friend is waiting and..." Pulling at your hair with your free hand, you feel anxiety creeping in.

He puts his hand gently onto your shoulder and smiles in understanding. He grabs your belongings from your hands and set them into a small bag he had. Nodding his head towards the front of the car, he walks you over to the passenger seat, opens the door like a gentleman and waits for you to sit comfortably before shutting it. You watch as his tall, strong figure walks back to his seat in a few hurried steps. The shifter is set to Drive and the second the car rolls onto the street, your mind comes back to your body.

"Why was I at your place for the night?" you ask boldly.

"We met at the pub down the street. You and some friends were having some beers, and I walked in only to find out you had beaten my record." His voice is amused, his lips curl up into a sweet smile. "You caught my eye, so to speak," his laugh is much deeper this time.

"Not sure if my drinking habits are such a great trait," you confess, "but when you said girls like me?"

For the second time you manage to look straight at him.

''I know that I can be a bit...much, sometimes.''

He opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off.

"I mean, clearly you have a better selection of girls ready to be with you."

Your brows furrow in search of understanding, and so do his. Why would such a man, such a rich and famous man, want to deal with a small-town secretary who out drunk his ass at a bar he frequently visits?

"I'm starting to take this more personal than you are, angel," he follows with a laugh. "I'll have you know not all celebrities go for the blond-model-angelic-girl-next-door type." His blue eyes meet yours for a second.

"Plus," he continues, "your hotel was at the other end of town, you needed a place to crash. We had talked for a couple hours, and your friends had already left. You didn’t seem so opposed to the idea yesterday."

You let out a chuckle at his telling of the story, happy to not have scared him off right away. After a few drinks, or on a really lonely night, you tend to be easier to catch, and that sometimes doesn’t attract the right kind of men.

"Well, mister savior," you mock, ‘’thank you for, you know…" Your cheeks turn red at the observation you are about to make. "You haven't taken advantage of me." Looking out the window you gather a bit of confidence. ''I tend to lead guys on, but I'm usually a lot more conscious whenever I hit on them.''

"Oh, gosh no.” His hand waves in the air between you two. "Sweetheart, I don't do that. Although...you did come on pretty strong, not that I complain."

You swear you heard him whisper the last part to himself. Your whole body now an inferno of emotions, your hands get clammy and you hope he hasn't noticed.

‘’Girls who are interested in me usually have a broom up their ass,’’ he asserts. You puff out a disbelieving laugh.

Your eyes dart back to your lap, where your fingers fidget with the tie on the bag. The rest of the ride is pretty quiet. Both of you seem astonished by the latest revelation, unsure whether to push it further, taken that you would be leaving in less than three hours. Or at least you think. The usual traffic almost has you going through a panic attack. You open the window for some air as you prepare your papers so they are easy to hand out. You go over your stuff in your bag in order to keep you sane, and Chris seems to get anxious himself, a slight feeling of guilt creeping in. He looks over to you, then whispers a sorry with a corner smile. You close your eyes and assure him that you shouldn't have gotten shit-faced the night before anyway.

The car finally pulls up to a secluded entrance by the side of the airport. Waving a small plastic card to the man in the stand, Chris gets you guys through in no time and drives you to the secret, fast-access door. He grabs your suitcase and belongings and you run towards the security check. There’s nobody left in the standing lane and you hope that you are not too late. Skipping a few cords and waving your tickets at the lady behind the counter, you manage to get to her quickly. As she explains that the doors were just closing, a worried Chris catches up with you to the stand.

''No, no!'' you exclaim. ''Seriously there has to be a way I can get on that plane!''

Putting his hand on your back, Chris leans in and offers the lady some money so she could find a way to get you through.

''I'm afraid it's all out of my hands, sweetheart,'' she says. ''The plane is already moving and due to the bad weather, it cannot be delayed.''

She shared the same regretful expression that Chris gave back in the car.

You feel the hand on your back slowly move up to your nape as you let out a disappointed grunt, its warmth and strength softly settling there. You turn around to face Chris who invites you back to his place.

''I'll get you on a bus in the morning,'' is all he says. A warm feeling spreads through your body at his words, how lucky could you be, ironically, to get another night with no other than Mr. Handsome himself.

Dragging your luggage down the hall of the airport, you can't help but stare at his back, how his muscles dance in his dark blue t-shirt. A classic black cap is covering his face, although paps don't seem to have the time to bother him today. It screams frat-boy, along with his jeans and sneaks, and somehow you find this look more appealing than the full-on tuxedo. Your eyes linger down to his plump ass, where they stay long enough to miss his own stare in your direction over his shoulder. His hand extends towards you and you hesitantly reached for it with yours, earning a sly grin.

''Oh babe, I wanted that bag, but I like the way you think.''

You can't hide the red that flow over your cheeks this time as you smile to the ground. Things like these usually went so smoothly with you. You never got tingly around guys. You can't understand how your feet manage to carry you to the car, but the second your brain starts to function again you are greeted by yet another sinful smile. You make your way back to his place in a swift ride, wondering how the odds didn't play that out earlier. It’s getting late but you don't seem so tired even after today's events. Chris opens the door for you and takes off your jean jacket carefully. He teases his fingertips along the back of your arms, sending shivers to places you didn't know could actually get goosebumps. The man is getting you bit by bit. It isn't in your nature to resist, but this time feels different, considering that you both hadn't met for that particular reason.

''21 questions.'' Chris looks at you with a defying stare, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. ''Let's get even, because apparently you don't remember much of last night.'' He kindly offers a glass of spiked juice along with his statement.

''Wow,'' you breathe out, ''I never thought I'd be playing the interview game with Mr. Evans.''

''Fun part is, no restrictions.” He pours a glass for himself.

''Mmm, shouldn't have said that, sir,'' you challenge, getting more comfortable with his game. The kid doesn't know what he is getting into.

''Well, there's a reason girls like you run around with guys like me.'' To that you both let out a deep chuckle. ''You've got an extra layer that I can usually rip apart,'' he adds, pointing at you with the glass in his hand, ''but I feel like I want to watch it shed on its own.''

He comes to sit next to you on the couch. His soft cologne filling your spirit, his strong thighs merely a foot away. You shoot him a devilish look and start asking away. The night goes on slowly, you vary between basic questions about his childhood, about the famous stories with his brother Scott. You try to get him to explain why he decided to go for such a modern house, with no character, particularly for someone so close to family values, who grew up in suburban Massachusetts. He simply answers that this was his only option, for security and privacy.

The more questions are asked, the closer you guys seem to get, and not just emotionally. The couch slowly shrinks between the two of you. The chilled bottle of vodka that awaited in the fridge is now open on the coffee table, putting you both into more daring states. Hands start to wander and heavy eyes creep on pink, plump lips. The tension grows significantly fast considering the teasing you both intend to do.

''Alright. 19.” You set your glass on the coffee table. ''What is it that Mr. Evans is looking for?'' The colour in your eyes deepen.

He stays quiet, unsure whether his answer is going to startle you, but you charge first.

''Because I'm aware of why guys usually take me to their place.” In a single movement you straddle his thighs. ''I get drunk, I get my fix, and then I go home. Simple. I'm not much of a talker. But you haven't taken a single piece of my clothes off and somehow that makes me want to rip them on my own.''

You see his hands clench and you grin, satisfied of the effect this small threat has on his composure.

''Oh sweetheart,'' he begins, ‘’if we both intend to have it our way then we'll never actually end up touching the other,'' he warns. And he has a point. There’s only so much you both can take. ''And besides''- his hand quickly makes its way to your thigh - ''what if you're all I wanted and more?''

With a soft groan his left hand gives your ass a squeeze causing you to lean forward, your small hands now resting on his shoulders.

''20,'' you almost moaned the word. ''What about your fans? Ready to disappoint them?''

His laugh is so deep it makes your whole body vibrate.

''Most girls say a lot but never commit to it. You got drive. And fuck you're hot.''

He brings his hand to four face, holding your jaw in his palm. His thumb starts to caress your lips, his own part at the sight.

''If I want to have whomever I please at my house for the night, so what? Can you keep a secret, darling? I sure as hell can.'' Your breathing speeds up and your throat gets dry at this mention.

''I'm the one asking questions,'' you warn, your face inches from his.

A few seconds pass before you have your lips crash with his. His second hand reaches the back of your head and pulls you in. Yours begin to run down his torso, feeling every ripple of muscle along the way. The filming of the new Avengers movie had him ripped as hell. You tug at the bottom of the shirt and he happily obliges, exposing his broad shoulders, the veins on his arms and that sinful tattoo. He unfortunately had to shave for the role, but you can see a faint happy trail still remaining. You don't realise you’re holding your breath until he pulls your hair back, knocking the air out of you in a soft moan. His mouth attacks your neck while his free hand runs up under your skirt.

''Did you plan the whole missing-your-flight thing, sweetheart?'' he says between kisses. ''Because you sure do look eager to this.''

Your thoughts fly to the pool that slowly forms between your thighs, so ready for whatever he can offer.

''Sooo many questions!'' You trail your words into a whine. He chuckles.

''Up.'' His hands push at the fold of your hips. You greedily move, sad to lose his touch on you. ''Now jump.''

He brings your hands to his shoulders and gives his stomach a little pat. He holds you like you’re some kind of tiny pillow, and walks you over to the patio, to your surprise.

He lets you sit onto the pool-side bar where empty beer cans sit; the cold feel of the midnight air easing your urges. He backs away just a little and looks at you. The moonlight reflects into his blue eyes, which have gotten as dark as the navy sky.

''21.'' You let out a little sigh. ''What happens if I want more of this?'' You wave at the space between you two, your eyes almost closing in pain. You can't believe you are actually asking this to Chris Evans.

''What happens if I do, too?'' Running the back of his finger on your thigh, he moves a little closer. ''What if I said I wanted this to be our little thing? That I'd have you fly over to me when I craved this?'' He tilts your chin up to better look in your eyes. ''Would you be willing to?''

''I can't possibly have you pay for-''

''I'm asking you,'' he cuts you off. ''There's a reason you ended up in that bar last night.''

“And I thought I came on too boldly,'' you tease.

You pull him into a passionate kiss, locking your legs behind his back, your heels slightly poking his ass. You nod a little yes before continuing your trail of kisses down his jaw and neck. You lose yourselves into each other, giving up on your sudden lack of morals. Next thing you know you’re skinny dipping, gliding your needy bodies onto the other in the warmth of his pool. You thank god for the distant neighbours and indulge in the outdoor adventure. Chris is a generous lover and knows exactly how to take you. His strong body can handle yours without any difficulties, and you return soft moans into his ears as praise. You reach your high slightly before his, every part of your body shaking in contentment.

The rest of the night is magical. The cold breeze caresses your heated skin. You both lay there, in each others' arms, staring at the stars and rambling about life stories. His hand runs over your shoulder absentmindedly as your head rests on his chest. What feels like a few minutes pass by, and gradually the sun starts to kiss your skin. A grunt escaped both of you at the thought of what was to come. You hang on to him even tighter, his lips kiss the top of your head that’s nuzzled into his neck.

The scenes of the previous morning almost repeat themselves. You gather your stuff on the counter, drink a glass of water and try your best to look happy to go home. Bed-hair Chris follows not long after, stretching his body mid-yawn. He cocks his head to the side and looks at you with a smile.

''I'm pretty sure you hadn't planned to get through your weekend this way,'' you say with a giggle.

''Indeed I hadn't.'' His voice is hoarse. ''But I'm gonna need much more than twenty-four hours baby.''

''Yeah, wouldn't want me to believe that goody-two-shoes over here sleeps with every fan he comes across and then ghosts them.'' You laugh at your own words, raising a brow.

Chris runs over to you, embracing you into a fit of tickles and laughs. His tall body frames you into a tiny cage as he holds your hands to your back. Standing on your tippy toes you straighten up to peck his lips once more, earning a smile from him.

''Don't go there again, sweetheart,'' he warns.

''Oh, you wish Evans,'' you retort jokingly, punching his shoulder.

The wait for the bus is pretty short, considering the time at which you guys got up. You place your suitcase under the seat and put on your headphones. Leaning your head against the glass you look over at a fidgety Chris, hands in his hoodie, the hood and same black cap acting as a shield. You blow warm air onto the window and proceed to draw a dick in the fog. And then you witness it. The famous left boob grab. Chris bends back in laughter although his other hand is pinching his eyes at your childish joke. He looks back at you with a big smile, waving his head like a disappointed mother. You blow him a kiss now, and he does just the same. The bus slowly backs out of the parking, and you lean back into the seat, hoping to catch some well deserved sleep.

''Yeah, you need a girl like her,’’ a familiar voice echoed behind him.

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Lay in the Atmosphere (part one)

hello all, it’s ya girl julie, and ya other girl @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts.

so i’ve decided to take a break from posting the angsty ward au, even though the next few stories aren’t too bad, but a few people wanted some more modern stuff! so this will be two parts, today and tomorrow, and then thursday i will post the second story of the ward au.

(no promises i won’t post an extra oneshot or something one night depending on my mood and my muse so...)

[Part 1: The Mess that We’ll Become]

“now boarding flight 2332 to london!”

the announcement cuts through the relatively quiet airport terminal, reaching the ears of the nine women waiting for the flight. they all shuffle along, checked bags already taken and gone, only small personal items left. just before they reach the gate, jane realizes that she left her phone charger plugged in where they had been waiting.

“i’ll just be a moment,” she says, “i’ll catch up.”

the others all agree and continue on, while jane traipses back to where they had all been and picks up the charger.

the others all board the plane, splitting off to their separate seats and making themselves comfortable. katherine was sat with parr in the middle row of three, an empty space next to katherine for jane when she got back. at first, katherine happily chats away to parr to begin with, but as time draws on katherine glances around every few seconds.

“she’s taking a while to get back,” katherine points out, but parr just gives her a reassuring smile.

“she’s on her way, kid. don’t worry.”

katherine tries to keep calm, but as she glances over at boleyn and cleves, sat in the row to her left, she notices out of the window that the airport ground staff were pulling the staircase away from the plane.

she whacks parr’s arm in surprise. “she’s not here! and we’re leaving without her!” katherine hisses. parr gently puts a hand on her forearm.

“calm down, we’ll figure it out.” she signals a flight attendant. “we’re missing another member of our party, we were hoping that we could wait just another minute maybe?” she asks kindly.

the flight attendant frowns slightly. “i’m very sorry, but we’re already severely behind and there’s a massive storm headed towards us. if we wait any longer we might not make it to london at all. there’s another flight in three hours, could she board that one instead?”

parr sighs. “i suppose she doesn’t really have a choice.” she turns to katherine. “it’ll be okay, kid. jane will catch the next flight and we’ll wait at the airport for her, and we’ll be there the second she steps out of the gate. i promise you, it’ll be okay.”

katherine takes a slightly shaky breath but nods. “okay. it’s only three hours, right?”

“right,” parr smiles.

neither of them, nor the flight attendant, could know at this point, but it would be a lot longer than three hours before the group were reunited, thanks to a certain storm. whilst most of the queens were on the plane that beat the storm, making it out of the country before the weather became dangerous, the later flights were deemed too unsafe to fly in the storm, and all flights from that airport were cancelled for the rest of the day.

quite unfortunately, as well, jane had already left the country. in all her haste to get on the plane, she accidentally boarded flight 2323, bound for istanbul, and no one had been any the wiser until the pilot of the flight said they had reached cruising altitude and there was two hours to landing.

jane immediately began freaking out in the most subtle way possible. all of her friends, her belongings, and katherine were all northbound to london, while she was headed due east into turkey.

she overhears the flight crew discussing the storm, a huge, massive cluster of thunderclouds, that was about to blanket central europe, and jane knew that it would not be easy to get back home, and all she could do was hope that aragon and boleyn wouldn’t murder each other and parr would look after katherine.

there’s a faint silver lining to the situation that jane can’t help but think as she sits in her chair and tries not to freak out: at least it was her, and not katherine, who ended up separated from the group. she could only imagine katherine by herself, lost and alone in a foreign country, and she thanks the stars that this wasn’t the case.

the other queens only find out the news that the other flights were cancelled when they reach London Gatwick airport. katherine turns anxiously to parr who places her hands on katherine’s shoulders.

“don’t worry, we’ll call her and try to sort this out.”

boleyn, sleep deprived and messy haired, is only faintly concerned. “jane’s smart,” she insists, “she’ll be back before you know it.”

aragon agrees, then points to the flight board. “there are flights bound here as early as tomorrow morning. she’ll be on one of those for sure.”

cleves, too, seems unconcerned. “there’s a lot worse that could be happening. she’ll just sleep in the airport tonight and be here when we wake up tomorrow.”

katherine remains unconvinced, but parr’s gentle touch to her shoulder eases her slightly.

“come on, Katherine,” parr says gently. “let’s all go and get something to eat, and after that we’ll phone her. does that sound okay?” katherine nods reluctantly and follows the other queens through the airport, each dragging their bags behind them with cleves picking up the slack and lugging jane’s bag too. aragon and boleyn are already arguing over where to stop for food and parr rolls her eyes before sending katherine a bemused look.

“jane’s the lucky one,” she jokes in an attempt to cheer katherine up. “at least she’s not stuck with those two.”

katherine huffs out a breathy chuckle then falls silent again. she allows parr to lead her to a table and sit her down, and she is left alone while everyone goes to order. they return a few minutes later with sandwiches and chips, including a turkey wrap for katherine.

they eat in relative silence, half out of sheer exhaustion and half from worry, before katherine is allowed to call jane.

for some inexplicable reason, the call doesn’t even ring, just goes straight to voicemail.

katherine frowns, immediately redialling in case there was some kind of mistake. when that too goes through to voicemail she asks to borrow parr’s phone. that doesn’t ring either and katherine puts the phone back down on the table possibly slightly too hard.

“it’s not connecting,” she says, voice rising in a panic. parr puts a reassuring hand on her arm.

“it might be due to the storm. we can try again later.”

“but what if it isn’t because of the storm?” katherine asks, a little louder than intentional. “what if there’s some other reason? what if she’s hurt or ill or something?”

parr moves her thumb back and forth slowly on katherine’s arm. “i’m sure she’s fine, kid, ol’ janey is tougher than she looks.”

that doesn’t do much to reassure katherine, who remains insanely on edge for the remainder of their time in the terminal until they get in the car.

they’re halfway home, katherine next to a half awake cleves, with unconscious boleyn in the way back, behind aragon who, like always, commandeered the wheel, and parr. just after they hit the freeway, parr’s phone rings.

“hello?”

there’s a bit of silence as parr listens to the other speaker, and katherine’s interest is piqued.

“you’re where?”

katherine tries her best to listen in, especially when a concerned frown forms on parr’s face and she covers her other ear with her hand.

“oh my god,” parr says quietly. “well, did they say when the next flights were?”

katherine sits up immediately; parr was definitely talking to jane. parr listens for a few more moments before glancing around to the back of the car. “do you want to talk to her?” she asks down the phone, and then a second later adds, “yeah, she’s awake.”

parr hands katherine the phone.

“kat? is that you, sweetheart?” it’s definitely jane, and katherine’s heart aches.

“it’s me,” she says in a weak voice. “what’s going on?”

“it’s a bit complicated, love. it might be a little bit before i’m back.”

there’s a melancholy in jane’s voice.

“where are you? what’s going on?”

“don’t freak out,” jane says quickly, “but i’m in turkey.”

“turkey?!” katherine practically yelps, immediately freaking out. “wh- how? are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” jane adds hastily. “the airport is lovely and the staff have been very helpful. i’m... not entirely sure how I got here, but I must have been let on the wrong flight.” katherine isn’t calmed at all by anything jane has said, and she starts fidgeting with the sleeve of her jacket anxiously.

“a turkey sounds great right now,” yawns boleyn as she wakes up from her backseat nap. serious eyes glare at her and she shrinks back. “wrong turkey?”

katherine ignores her and goes back to jane. “how long will you be?”

jane sighs. “the storm is shutting down a lot, i...um...i could be here for a while.”

a chill runs through katherine and she hunches in on herself slightly. parr watches her with concerned eyes as katherine’s voice drops. “how long is a while?”

“i’m not sure, kat,” jane sighs. “it could be several days, in the worst case scenario.”

“several days?” katherine squeaks. then her voice barely comes out as a whisper, “i can’t do that.”

jane hushes her. “you’ve got parr, and aragon, and boleyn, and cleves. they’ll take care of you, and you can call me anytime, okay?”

“but-” katherine begins, but she cuts herself off and blushes. she wants to say that, as nice as the other queens are, they aren’t jane, but she’s vividly aware of the fact that at least three of the other four are awake and probably listening to her conversation. she changes tack. “but i need you here,” she says, and her voice is small and childish.

“i wish i could be there with you, sweetheart,” jane sighs, “but there’s no way to get back. i’m sorry, kat.”

katherine mumbles something along the lines of “i’ll miss you,” followed by “we’re home,” before the phone clicks off. jane sighs, tears in her eye, before she sits back down.

“miss seymour? your car is here,” a tsa agent tells her. due to the mix up, the airline had paid for her hotel and a car for her time in istanbul.

she hated knowing she’d lied to kat, but ‘several days’ actually meant up to two weeks, depending on how the storm pans out.

once jane reaches her hotel and checks in, she tosses her small bag onto the bed and collapses next to it, exhausted. she’d need to get some new clothes at some point for a start, seeing as most of her belongings were back in London, but she’s too tired to move at this moment. her brain, however, was too active to sleep, so jane finds herself doing a familiar activity: making a pro and con list.

pro: she was in a lovely city, in a room paid for by somebody else.

con: she would have to spend money unnecessarily on food and clothes.

pro: it would be nice to have some alone time after being on tour with the other queens for months.

con: katherine wasn’t here. she was at home in london, without jane to look after her.

jane sighs to herself. katherine was barely confident enough to ask jane for food when she didn’t have anything herself, and jane could hardly see her asking any of the other queens. jane was really the only one who dealt with katherine’s nightmares, and although she could offer some support over the phone, she wouldn’t be able to hug katherine or hold her until she falls asleep.

that night, katherine does indeed have a nightmare, but it’s not the usual one.

she dreams of crashing planes, or screaming thunder, of jane alone in turkey.

she wakes up in a cold sweat, chest heaving in and out at a disgustingly rapid pace. all she can think of is how much she misses jane and before she knows it, she’s grabbing her phone and calling her.

jane blinks the sleep out of her eyes when her ringing phone disrupts her sleep. she glances at the clock; almost 6am. she groans and for a second she considers leaving her phone, but then she realises who might be phoning. it would still be the middle of the night back in England, after all. she grabs her phone and, sure enough, katherine’s caller ID is on the screen, and jane hurries to answer it.

“kat? sweetheart? are you okay?”

she hears a brief choked sob from the other end of the line. “you’re alive,” katherine hoarsely whispers.

“yes, i��m right here, love. what happened?”

katherine goes silent and then speaks very, very quietly. “i dreamed that you died.”

jane fights down a gasp. “no, sweetheart, i’m perfectly fine, okay? i’m just here. yeah?”

katherine is quiet for a few more seconds before letting out a tiny sigh. “sorry, this was stupid of me. i probably woke you up.”

“no, sweet pea, it’s not stupid,” jane tries to reassure her. she didn’t need to know that she did wake jane up, but that was beside the point. “i said you could call me any time, didn’t I? and that means for any reason, too.”

katherine is silent for a long time, the only sound coming through the phone were trembling breaths coming out short and rough.

“kat?” jane asks finally.

“i love you, bye.” katherine doesn’t wait for a response and hangs up. jane makes a mental note of really, really needing to teach katherine how to end phone calls.

jane tosses her phone back on the side table and lays back against the pillows.

it’s pretty much pointless for her to try to go back to sleep, not when she’d usually be waking up in an hour anyway. jane stares up at the ceiling, thinking about home, about poor katherine. she hopes kat won’t have any more bad dreams until jane gets back, but part of her knows that the chances are quite high. katherine seemed on edge during both phone conversations, and when her anxiety was high the bad dreams often followed.

parr, while knowing she isn’t jane, tries her best to look after katherine best as possible. she makes sure she eats, takes care of herself, and always has a phone charged in case katherine needs to make a call.

which happens that night, in fact. with only 10 minutes till the show, katherine, having remembered what happened the first time jane missed a show, had practiced the fight scene with grace. but now, with only 10 minutes till curtain, she’s restlessly pacing the room. parr, without a word, dials jane and hands the phone to katherine.

“remember kid, it’s late there,” is all parr says before going back to finish her hair.

katherine puts the phone to her ear, biting her lip as a sense of guilt washes over her for wasting Jane’s time. she almost contemplates putting the phone down, but then jane answers and katherine can’t bring herself to hang up after hearing her soft, caring voice.

“hello? parr?”

“it’s me,” katherine says in a small voice, and jane’s tone softens even further if that was even possible.

“hey, kat. how are you feeling?”

katherine leaves the dressing room and walks down the hall before answering. “i miss you,” katherine admits in a small voice. “i practiced with grace so i don’t mess up the show again.”

jane tuts. “you didn’t mess it up, love. you’re going to be great tonight, like always.”

katherine holds her breath, waiting for what, logically, would come next. and jane doesn’t disappoint.

“and remember, kat, that no matter what happens, i’ll still love you, in this life or any other.”

the familiar words settle in katherine’s mind, instilling her with a moment of calm, and she repeats them back to jane.

“in this life or any other.”

“that’s my girl,” jane says softly. “and remember, i might not be there in person, but you’ll never be alone, okay?”

“okay,” katherine takes a shaky breath.

“good,” jane says, and katherine can almost hear the reassuring smile in her tone. “i’ll wait up for you, okay? you can phone me when the show’s over.”

katherine does some quick mental math. “but it’ll be the middle of the night for you! i don’t want you to stay up all night!”

jane hushes her, trademark soothing sounds echoing through the line. “i don’t mind one bit, love.” she chuckles mirthlessly. “what else am i going to do?”

there’s some noise on katherine’s end, then she speaks again. “they’re calling places, i have to go.”

“i’m so proud of you, kat. you’ll do great as always. i love you.” jane waits for the response.

“love you too, bye.”

when katherine hangs up, jane puts her phone down next to her where she’s sitting on her hotel room bed. she hopes everything will go alright in the show; as long as katherine stays calm, everything should go as planned, and jane hopes she’s done everything she can to keep katherine calm. she grabs a book from her bedside table to occupy her mind while she waited. it was just something she picked up at the airport, a book about a single mother trying to introduce her new boyfriend to her three children, and about all the difficulties they faced. it wasn’t the best book ever, but it was interesting enough and before long jane found herself being drawn into it.

she reads and reads and reads. she sees a lot of herself in the protagonist, a woman named natalie, and the eldest of her three children, eighteen and lanky and named aimie, reminds her so greatly of katherine that it makes her heart hurt.

she reaches the climax of the book, when the wedding begins going horribly awry, somewhere around one in the morning. jane is so enraptured in what she’s reading that when her phone rings again, she finds herself absently humming along to the chipper tune, so concerned with natalie and aimie and seth, the boyfriend, that she doesn’t even register that it was her own girl trying to contact her from hundreds of miles away in london.

katherine stares down at her phone with wide eyes after the call rings off. her heart starts racing with anxiety, even as her brain rationally tries to tell her that jane simply fell asleep, that nothing was wrong, that jane wasn’t in any danger. the impact of her dream last night had put her on edge, however, and katherine finds herself torn. she wants to ring again, just to check that jane’s okay, but then if jane was asleep then she didn’t want to wake her. she’d taken enough of jane’s time up, and katherine hates the idea of being annoying to jane or bothering her.

jane does, eventually, fall asleep while reading, and wakes up late the next morning with the book on her chest. it’s later than she usually wakes up, close to nine in the morning than ever before. she sits up and stretches, enjoying the slight breeze coming in the partially open window. she wanders over, looking out into the beautiful city of istanbul, deciding that sightseeing was a must on a day like today. she goes back over to her bed and picks up over phone, and her heart sinks.

there was a missed call from katherine, from somewhere around one this morning. jane was fairly sure she had been awake, so she didn’t quite know why she hadn’t answered.

she feels even worse when she sees what follows.

“no need to call back,” kat’s text reads, “show went really well. grace was wonderful. two shows tomorrow.” then a heart emoji.

jane feels a pang in her chest and she almost calls right then, but then she rationalises that katherine wouldn’t be awake yet, certainly not this early. she does, however, reply with a quick text expressing how happy she was that the show went well, followed by a second that read “i’m so proud of you, kat.” it doesn’t do much to dissuade her guilt, but it’s all she can do in that moment.

katherine, actually, was awake, and had been awake all night. the missed phone call hadn’t left her brain, and she was too anxious to sleep.

parr had offered to stay with her overnight, and katherine was unable to refuse, especially when parr gave one of her knowing, soft smiles. she had stayed in jane’s room, and didn’t even wake up when katherine came in and sat next to her, back propped against the headboard.

somewhere around six, katherine received a text from jane, which she didn’t reply to. it relieved her to know that jane was alright, but she didn’t want to take up any more of her time.

parr awoke around eight, slightly startled to see katherine sitting next to her.

“how long have you been there?” she asks groggily, sitting up and rubbing sleep from her eyes.

katherine shrugs, not looking at her. instead, her gaze was fixed on her hands, where she was clutching her phone. parr follows her eyeline and seemingly understands.

“have you heard from jane this morning?” she asks, almost casually. katherine nods but doesn’t say anything, and parr is quiet for a moment. then she raises one arm against the back of the headboard. katherine glances up for a moment, and in an impulsive move she shuffles over into the space next to parr, curling up against her. parr lets her arm rest over katherine’s shoulders, letting her thumb move comfortingly over kat’s upper arm.

katherine chokes back tears, allowing herself to imagine it’s jane who’s holding her, it’s jane who she was talking to, it’s jane who is spending the day with her. then parr speaks again and it all just feels so wrong. katherine can’t help the quiet tears that follow, slow and sure.

“hey, kid,” parr says concerned, “what is it?”

with a bit of rough raspiness in her voice, katherine whispers, “i just miss her so much.”

parr leans away for a moment, and for one terrifying second katherine thinks she's offended her, but parr simply reaches over to the bedside cabinet and pulls open the top drawer. she returns to katherine a second later with a handkerchief and passes it to her. katherine sniffles into the handkerchief as parr rubs her arm comfortingly. "i know she misses you too, kid," parr says kindly.

parr looks down at katherine, sniffling and teary in her arms, and suddenly sees the dark rings under her eyes. “did you sleep at all?”

katherine barely shakes her head. parr clicks her tongue quietly. “she wouldn’t want that for you, you know. she wants you to just keep going, she’ll be back soon.”

katherine sighs, and parr braces for a reaction. instead, katherine just speaks quietly.

“i know.” there’s a very, very long silence. “it’s just hard without her.”

parr pauses for a brief moment. "I know, kid, I know." the two sit in silence for a while, the only sound being katherine's quiet sniffling. after a short time, parr withdraws her arm and climbs out of the bed. "you're going to need to get some rest now, okay? it's a double show day, and if you don't get some sleep now then you'll crash before the evening's show." katherine looks down but replies with a single small nod. parr leaves the room to let katherine get comfortable in jane's bed; she isn’t under any illusion that katherine will get any sleep, but it at least gives her the chance to slip out into the hallway and dial jane's number. she puts the phone up to her ear and waits, hoping jane answers.

jane does answer, and on the first ring.

“hello?” she asks urgently.

“hey, it’s parr.”

“is everything okay?” parr knows what jane means by ‘everything.’

“she didn’t sleep a wink last night.” she hears jane sigh. “any updates on when you’ll be back? it’s a bit dicey here.”

“there are a lot of grounded flights, it looks like it could be another three to four days at least.”

parr is quiet for a moment. “i’m doing my best with her, jane, but she needs you.”

jane sighs on the other end of the line. “i know. i wish i could come back sooner.” she pauses for a moment. “i messed up last night, parr. she was expecting me to be there for her when she called, but i wasn’t. it’s my fault she didn’t sleep.”

“don’t beat yourself up about it,” parr says sympathetically. “but... if you have any advice of what to do when she gets... y’know, then please, i would appreciate the help.”

“i don’t know what i can tell you, parr,” jane says honestly. “she reacts the most to me out of us all, i don’t know how you could help. just talk to her, maybe read her something you wrote, she’d love that.”

parr listens intently. jane then asks, “can i talk to her?”

parr peeks back into the room. katherine is curled up, very, very still. “i’m not sure if that’s the best idea,” she says. “she needs to relax.”

“oh,” jane says, trying to hide her disappointment. “okay, i’ll call her later, before the first show.”

“i’m sure she’d love that,” parr nods. “how are you doing, though? are you looking after yourself as well?”

“i’m fine,” jane sighs. “istanbul is a lovely place. i just wish I could have been here under better circumstances, and maybe with some company.”

jane describes her plan for the day, which includes a round at the airport to check out tickets, and parr alternates her attention between jane and katherine.

“she’s twitching,” parr interrupts jane quietly.

“she’s having a nightmare,” jane says. she sighs. “try to wake her up, please.”

“you can do it,” parr says quickly.

“not from here,” jane counters, “she needs a real person. please, parr.”

parr sighs. “okay. but i’ll keep you on the line just in case.” she enters the room and puts her phone down on the bedside cabinet.

“katherine?” she says softly. “kid? hey, wake up.” katherine doesn’t wake, still twitching slightly, and up close parr can see the distressed expression on her face. she gently takes hold of katherine’s shoulders and just barely shakes them. “katherine, it’s me, parr.”

katherine whimpers pitifully in her sleep and rolls to the side, pulling herself out of parr’s grip.

jane can hear it all from the phone and her heart aches “love, kat,” she calls. but nothing.

“kid, katherine, come on now,” parr continues.

katherine shoots upright, howling like an injured cat, then breathing heavily, shakily, in and out.

she’s pressed herself up against the headboard before her brain even wakes up, terrified eyes darting back and forth. as she starts to register where she is, that there’s nobody in the room except parr, she blinks slowly and drops her defensive position. her body practically trembles as the emotion catches up with her, tears filling her eyes.

on the phone, jane can hear everything and her heart aches. she’d give everything to be able to be there with kat, to wipe away her tears and calm her down.

“kat,” she says, hoping her voice carries from the phone. “you’re alright love.”

katherine doesn’t respond, and she hears parr’s quiet voice instead. “hey, kid, it’s just me. it’s just parr. you’re alright.”

jane waits with bated breath for the response for an eternity. finally, about fifteen seconds later, jane realizes that her phone has died.

she was cut off from katherine.

#six the musical #six musical #jane seymour #katherine howard #catherine parr #julie and jess write #lay in the atmosphere

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