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penneferofvenerburg · 2 years

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Meeting Henry for the first time One - Ocean Eyes

Warning: Mention of Disability (Cerebral palsy) , Kissing on the hand, longing looks (me receiving) fluff.

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It was to be the first you ever went to a party however little did you know that Henry Cavill The Witcher himself was to attend the party, on the other hand you had been single for 5 years you were so focused and an author you couldn't allow yourself to be in a relationship with. I arrived at the party, dressed in a midi dress , black headband, heels and black Clutch bag, it made me look like a princess nevermind a normal girl going to a high class party, I arrived and was welcomed into the room with a flute of Champagne I nodded smiling " Thankyou very much"! I replied kindly smiling, you were nervous to tell you the truth to meet someone as well known as Henry Cavill was truly a welcome distraction, from your writing, you may be stuck here now.

I was lingering about the gathering of people chattering when a young woman with long blonde hair and beautiful eyes more beautiful than I was, I never noticed anyone that coming I as I got chatting to the young blonde woman, the King blonde woman noticed the striking well known figure walking into the room, " oh my fucking life! Look at whose just walked in"! Exclaimed the blonde woman, who told me her name was Sarah, I shuxk her hand " its pleasure to meet you Sarah"! I smiled. " What brings you here"? Sarah asked me, " I was sent an invite"! I reply sipping another flute champagne I'd drank one out of the nerves, I looked up to see my hero ...... Henry Cavill in front of me. I looked at Sarah " that's him! Isn't it? Henry Cavill.... who plays The Witcher omg this cannot be happening.

Henry walks past me I swear he winked at me or perhaps i was just imagining it, he looked handsome in a grey suite and he was sporting a beard, I turned back to Sarah continuing to speak with her. " so? What do you do for a living then Emily"? Sarah asked smiling I smiled, I replied " I'm an aspiring writer"! I told Sarah smiles back at me, " so you want to become a author then"! I nodded silently. It was time to line to meet the man himself Superman sporting a beard.

I stood there chatting away to Sarah who was, standing next to her I was so nervous, I placed my champagne flute on the table behind me I stood there, I felt my stomach flip as he was coming closer and closer to me. I was merely 27 years old with a disability

Sarah slipped her hand and held mine I was so nervous I was shaking, " Emily! It'll be fine just keep on breathing"! Sarah smiled. I repiled smiling back and whispered " Thanks"! I watched on as Henry Cavill himself neared and neared toward me and Sarah we were in the middle of the line, he spent a great deal of time talking with the other people in the line that I thought selfishly that its be midnight by the time he'd gotten near me. Eventually he approached and I clutched my bag so tightly that my hands turned ashen white Henry smiled " oh my goodness! What's your name"? Henry asked, going to shake my hand seeing that I struggled he took my hand and kissed it like something off Pride and Prejudice, " Emily .... Emily Summers"! I reply with a shaking smile in my voice, " it's a pleasure to meet you Emily! May I say how beautiful you look tonight"? I nodded " Thankyou"! I knew I was blushing, yes he smiling that smile at me, I had to do it before I did something stupid like kissed him (oh that would have been bad) " so tell me! What did you want to be when you were growing up"? Henry asked completely serious, oh this mans voice is just heavenly. I avoided Henry's gaze for a while before looking back at him smiling " I..... I wanted to be a Soldier"! Henry's eyes raised in surprise, " In the army I presume"! I nodded smiling at him and he was still smiling as I talked, " due my disability ..... I couldn't"! Henry smiled " Did you have a back up plan"? I nodded again " yes actually I did! .... Henry cut in " what is it? Tell me I'm dying to know"? I felt myself chuckle at little, " Writing"! I repiled as I clutched my bag, " Writing! Indeed stories, poetry or Songs"? I smiled again " stories mainly! Mainly romance but I love Fantasy too"! This surprised him, " Oh a girl after my own heart"! Henry smiled " I have a speak to the others! Please promise me you won't run off I'd like to talk some more .... you Intrigue me Miss Summers"!

I couldnt believe what I'd just heard Henry Cavill wanted to get know me a little bit more omg this is insane. Sarah turned to me " oh Emily! You're the luckiest woman in the room right now"! Sarah smiles beaming from ear to ear.

After Henry had greeted everyone in the line we got back mingling in small groups Henry was walking about the room hugging everyone that wanted a selfie with him maybe just say theyd officially met Superman. I felt my heart flutter in my chest as me and Sarah carried on chatting during the course of the evening. " I'm just popping outside for some fresh air"! I told Sarah smiles and hugs me tightly " alright then chick"! I turned and headed for the doors and stepped outside to feel the cool London breeze hit my face blowing my hair in my face.

A second or two later, a tall man in a grey suit and drink in his hand stood next to me, " Emily! What on earth are you out here all alone"? Henry asked, placing his hand on my right arm feeling his hand on my arm I wanted to savour that touch and commit to memory because after tonight I'd never see him again. He put his drink down and shrugged his jacket off and placed about my shoulders " Thankyou but you really didn't need to"! I smiled, henry smiled back kindly " yes I did! Your arms were cold and I cannot afford to have such a beauty get cold on my watch"! I blushed again, " I told you I wasn't going anywhere! I kept my promise"! I reply back at him giggling, " yes ... you did Miss Summers! And for that I'm thankful.... for having the pleasure of meeting such a sweet little timid thing as you are ....I would happily forgo all the others and just run straight for you.... but since I couldn't I had be polite and do it to appease certain people"! Henry whispered into my ear. I wanted to move away however my body stopped me I don't know how or why it just decided to, I'm stuck here with Henry Cavill next to me ........ what the heck do I do?

Long story cut short we awoke about a huge amount of subjects " Have you got any hobbies"? Henry asked me. I knew I couldnt lie not to him " as you know I love writing so I guess you could writing fanfiction of fantasy is more my thing really"! I answered. Henry smiled at me I knew I was on to something here, " so tell me who your favourite character is from the Witcher"? I turned and looked at him " ooh that's a hard one okay sooo its definitely not Jaskier and definitely not Yennefer though I have to say i do like Yennefer ..... I'm going to go with Geralt of Rivera The Witcher himself. Henry felt his throat went dry, " oh that's interesting! Thankyou for supporting Geralt though"!

" Can I ask how old you are.... Emily or would you rather be called Em"? Henry asked, I nodded smiling at him " I'd prefer Em"!

" Okay Em! How old are you"? Henry asked smiling.

I replied " I'm 27 .... why"? I ask him.

" I know its not right of me to ask that"! Henry replys smiling slightly embarrassed that he asked the question.

" No honestly it's fine! I'm kinda used to it"! I reply.

Then, suddenly he threw you when he paid you another compliment " my goodness your eyes are gorgeous! Ocean eyes"! Henry smiled. I try and ignore it but I knew I couldn't. " T....Thank you for that"! I blushed. Then Henry took a step closer to me and slipped his hand round my waist. " Are you okay with that.... with my hand round your waist"? Henry asked concerned feeling like it was abit premature for him to be doing such a thing ....an intimate thing to me I thought he was just being friendly. I gotten tired during the course of evening and Henry seemed to notice " Sweetheart! Do you want to go home? Come on you're done in ....you've had too much fun for one night"! I was realkyntired if I was honest with myself my keys were in my clutch bag, " I'm not leaving you to get home alone... I'm taking you home"!

I hadn't been in the car above 5 minutes when it sailed the corner and though black gates the car came to a stop, Henry climbed out of the car, opening the rear passenger side door releasing I was slummed foward he scooted me into his strong arms and carrying me into the house, with my sleepy head on my shoulder.

" shhh shh sweetheart"! Henry whispered placing his kiss on my forehead, I had no idea of where he was taking me.

I stirred on his shoulder " Darling! Shhh shh"! He hushed me and placed me down on a soft bed. " Wait there where I get you something more comfortable to sleep in"! He whispered, worried I might scream blue murder he kissed my head again. Ten minutes later I released where I was..... " Henry! What's going on? This isn't my apartment"? I reply confused, " No you're in my house on my bed"! Henry smiled holding a blue hoodie, walking toward you with his blue hoodie in hand he holds out his hands, " Come on ... stand up arms up darling"! He gently instructed I felt his warm breath waft on my neck I was getting wetter by the minute he was turning mr into right old mess. He gently slid his blue hoodie over my head picking me up again, and carried me to my side of the bed swinging the covers back he set me down pulling the devert over me kissing me on the head.

" I'll be back in a bit sweetheart don't worry"! He whispered and disappeared off out of the room. I felt the brushness of his beard which gently scratched my skin. Little did I know that Henry slept in the ...nude. whoops wrong night to cop off with Henry Cavill I think 😬"! I thought to myself.

By the time Henry came back into the room, I was fast asleep on my front.

Henry climbed in next to me wrapping his strong arm about my waist pulling me closer to him feeling the sensation of his soft chest against my back something felt right.

What'll happen next .... we shall see won't we?

To be continued .......

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill #the witcher #cerebral palsy

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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 8

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7

It has come to a point where you can’t even pretend to yourself that you don’t care for her.

All the time you spend with Cassandra every evening has made certain feelings impossible to deny, though you are too scared to name them all.

You don’t name the smile you can’t contain when she excitedly pulls you to the armory to show you her collection of blades –and explains, in a very animated fashion, about the optimal use for each one. You don’t want to know what the stutter in your heartbeat means, every time she genuinely laughs, pale neck thrown back, nose slightly scrunched and all.

And it’s not just Cassandra you grow a tad closer to.

Bela comes to you whenever the two of them have argued and goes ‘Tell my sister’ this or that. Daniela is apparently not allowed within a twenty meter radius of you, but she approaches to poke and prod at you whenever she wants to annoy Cassandra. She never manages to do either, because the middle sister always swoops in, fuming, dragging her away by the hood of her robes like a kitten.

Lady Dimitrescu is the only one as distant as the day you first saw her –and it’s probably for the better. You don’t see her much, anyway, not with how Cassandra takes you to empty castle wings to have you all to herself.

Tonight is different.

After dinner, Bela leaves with her mother and you go to help the other maids present clean the table. But your lover steps in the way and grabs your elbow, instead, hurriedly pulling you along.

“Do not tell me you’re seriously thinking to make me wait longer.” she says.

Of course, you promised to watch a movie you found on your phone with her and she’s been buzzing with impatience since.

That is, until a certain redhead blocks your way.

“Daniela, move.” Cassandra huffs.

“What are you doing? Take me with you.” the younger sister replies, brimming with childlike curiosity.

“No. Go bother Bela.” A shooing motion is made.

“Bela’s no fun. I wanna come with you and Alexia.” she drops your name so casually it’s startling.

“Wait give me a moment to think about it –moment over. No.” Cassandra states, fast.

But Daniela shoots forward and grabs your arm like a koala. Your eyes go wide at the same time as Cassandra’s, for different reasons.

The brunette immediately grips her sister’s robes, none-too-gently. “Don’t touch her, she’s mine!”

“If you don’t take me along I’m telling mother where you found that music player and phone!” Daniela answers, her hold enough to cut off your blood flow.

You send Cassandra a pleading look before they break your arms with how they’re tugging at you.

“On one condition.” the elder sister holds a finger up to her sibling’s face. “You sit next to me and you don’t move around.”

“…she’s warm, though.” Daniela says, all but pouting. “Mother says sharing is caring~”

“Find your own human.” Cassandra growls out as the three of you make your way to the main hall and the couch adjacent to the fireplace there.

“You and Bela have gotten the prettier ones!”

“You snooze, you lose.”

Cassandra quite literally pins you to the arm of the couch with her body, to keep Daniela as far away from you as possible. Even as the movie starts, you can feel her sulking by your neck for not being able to touch you the way she wants.

You are not as focused on the movie as you are cute way she plays with your hand throughout its duration.

It’s getting harder and harder to remind yourself of what they are.

Especially when, ten minutes after the credits have rolled, Daniela is still crying over the death of the protagonist. Even Bela comes to the hall and asks Cassandra what she did to her.

By the time she’s done dealing with her sisters, your lover comes to you sporting a headache.

“We’re leaving this wing right now.” Cassandra says and that is about all the warning you get.

The next second you feel a rush of air and your stomach leaping to where your heart is supposed to be; Your eyes only make out a blur and an augur of black flies.

When she comes to a halt you crash into Cassandra’s side with a gasp. Your arm aches from the pull. The world spins for ten solid seconds.

She laughs by your ear. Low and satisfied as it is at your disorientation –it reminds you of drinking wine by a fire in the heart of winter— you can’t help but bask in the timbre of her voice so close.

“Ugh, why is it so cold in here?” she complains in that same quiet tone you love.

It is very cold compared to the more lived in parts of the castle, but your body is warm enough from your sustained proximity and the rush of adrenaline she always causes in you.

“Oh, well, I can bear it for a little while if it means we won’t be interrupted.” Cassandra trails off and lifts your chin with a chilled finger.

Your lips meet and slide together in a practiced tango. Her manicured nails run over your throat and shoulders, making you shiver for reasons that have nothing to do with the temperature.

Both of you are starting to get really into it when Cassandra walks you back into the nearest wall. It happens to be a window, covered by a flimsy curtain. You have half a mind to realize it’s probably been forgotten slightly ajar, judging from the frost that graces your shoulder, but you have more important matters to focus on, like the brush of her tongue over your bottom lip.

Until Cassandra braces her bare hand over the unseen opening, to box you in like she usually does.

And-

She shrieks.

She jerks away so powerfully her back crash-lands into the painting on the far wall, knocking it down with its frame broken. You’re left there still and mute, watching in frozen horror as her face distorts into pure, raw anguish.

“Shut it!” Cassandra screams at you. “Shut it now, now!”

Your nerves suddenly kick into overdrive and you pull the window closed like your life depends on it.

What just… happened...?

In slow, cautious steps, you approach her. She’s clutching her hand like a wounded animal, baring its teeth to hide its vulnerability. It is the first time you see her like this. Void of control, bent over in hurt. Gasping.

Something in your chest breaks.

You look at her hand, to find her pale skin nearly crystallized, grey and breaking apart —like cheap china, like weak porcelain— into flies that drop to the floor, faintly twitching.

You thought… you thought they could just control the insects. That dissipating into swarms was just a trick allowed by their mutation. But now you realize, the flies are her body.

All this time trapped under the looming terror of the daughters… and escape was as easy as opening a window on them.

“Cassandra…?” you ask in a wavering voice when the initial burst of rage leaves her form.

She looks up at you, torn, when you hear the heavy sound of heels rapidly approaching.

“Cassandra?!” a different voice calls, this time, deep and authoritative. When Lady Dimitrescu rounds the corner in her immense height, your instincts scream to run.

But one look at Cassandra makes you stay.

Alcina halts for a moment to take in the scene. Then her lips curl downwards and bladed claws extend from her gloves, easily half your body in length.

Oh my… God…

“What did you do to my daughter?!” she demands and advances on you, but Cassandra gets in front of you before she can truly threaten your life.

“I brought her here, mother. It’s my fault.” she hurries to explain.

Alcina stares at you like she wants to crush you underfoot… but then softens, somewhat, at the look her daughter is giving her.

“Come with me. Now.” She says in a stern motherly tone that leaves no room for objections.

You clutch Cassandra’s uninjured hand, silently asking if she’ll be alright. She turns, looks at you for a moment, then nudges your head with hers.

“...I’ll see you later, Alexia.”

But, as it turns out... “later” is subjective.

In Alcina’s Private Chambers…

It is not often that Cassandra is reprimanded by herself.

She has never before been the only one at fault. She’s used to having her sisters beside her while Alcina scolds the three of them… except this time they’re outside the closed door and she is there to face their mother’s ire alone.

She can’t stay still under that yellowish-grey, narrowed gaze. Her fingers fidget with the edge of her robes’ sleeve to keep occupied, while Alcina takes that deep, calming breath she knows heralds no good things. Ever.

“Cassandra. Do you understand the severity of the situation?”

“Yes, mother.” She keeps her gaze downcast.

“Even if the maid didn’t harm you on purpose, she now knows your weakness. Yours and your sisters’. You were careless to allow this.” Cassandra feels anxiety rise up from the pit of her stomach and threaten to swallow her whole at that tone.

“I know, mother. Forgive me.” she replies quietly.

She wants to say that Alexia won’t use this knowledge against any of them, but she cannot bring herself to lie to Alcina. Because the truth is, Cassandra doesn’t know for a fact that she will not.

Why was that window open? Why?!

“You didn’t let me fix your mistake. I assume that means you will do it yourself?” her mother asks and Cassandra’s gaze snaps up.

What…?

At first, the temptation to chain Alexia up and watch as her blood drained from her lithe body had been sweet and strong. But now, at the thought of killing her –losing her— in whichever way, Cassandra is sick to her stomach. It is strange, because she feels like she is hyperventilating when she isn’t breathing at all and the world has tilted and—

Please don’t.

“Since when did you ever hesitate to kill, Cassandra?”

“…If.. that is what you ask of me…” she replies but she doesn’t sound like herself at all, not even to her own ears.

“How can I ask that of you and break your heart?” Alcina throws her arms up in exasperation. “I should have stopped this months ago but I thought it a fleeting fancy. I never imagined you would end up so attached.”

“I’m- I’m not-” she tries to protest, but her mother is having none of it.

“You’re not? You’re with her every day and she barely sports scratches anymore. Your eyes follow her everywhere when she’s in the same room. You instinctively lean closer whenever she comes over to refill your wine. Do you think I do not notice?” Of course. Of course she noticed.

Cassandra swallows, silent.

The memory of laying, too weak to move a single finger, on her deathbed along with Bela and Daniela pierces through Cassandra’s brain like a bullet. Her hand gives a violent spasm and flies break off to buzz frantically around her as she drops her forehead into her palm.

She’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown and it’s just so difficult without her sisters there. They’ve always been together, since the very beginning.

They were born together, learned to control their powers together, they died together-

Alcina is on one knee in front of her the next millisecond, stroking her hair and gathering her into her arms.

“Shh, calm down, my love.” she coos. “I’m sorry to be so harsh on you. I only want the best for you three.”

Cassandra doesn’t talk because she can’t, because she cannot wrap her head around what that flash inside her brain was.

“Oh, my Cassandra. I will not harm the maid if it will harm you, too.”

She waits for the eventual ‘but’.

“But I cannot let this dalliance continue any longer.”

It’s probably for the best. Her mother knows best. It is true, after all, that she has not been acting like herself, lately. So, yes, this decision is for her own good.

But.

Cassandra’s heart has the same reaction upon hearing it as being exposed to sub-zero winter air.

#Cassandra Dimitrescu #Cassandra Dimitrescu x oc #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #where the baby of the family is baby #and Alcina is a mother hen to her three chicks #and she KNOWS #mothers know everything #fanfiction

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dragunjk · 3 years

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DILF | PROLOGUE

→ synopsis ; the intimacy of small things in the world, the ones that tear at the heart, mean much more than grand gestures and proclamations. you notice these things once you become a father. or fall in love with one.

→ genre ; celebrity!au | angst | fluff | smut

→ pairings ; ???

→ rating ; MA

→ warnings ; mentions of toxic relationships, depressive mindsets, drug and alcohol use, blood, gun use, hostage situations, etc.

00 - positions

Whoever said money can’t solve your problems, must’ve not had enough money to solve them. At least, that’s what Y/n assumes.

The city of Seoul is home to the rich and famous, those who can afford to drive fast cars that go way past the speed limit and others who bring in money with talents they’ve developed over the years. It’s where the luxury is, those imbedded in fame meeting in expensive clubs and restaurants, with everything they need practically in the palm of their hand.

Money is the root of all of Y/n’s success. It’s what hides Y/n’s past, deep where nobody would be able to find it. Quite honestly, she likes it that way. Her life before her fame is muddled, shrouded in shadows that are difficult to maneuver in even the brightest of lights. Or even the wealthiest of people.

Entering her expensive penthouse from the elevator, Y/n’s brown cat slunk to her side, weaving between her legs affectionately. “Oh, was I working for too long, Iseul?” She hummed, scratching behind her ears. She purred softly, sinking into Y/n’s touch.

Y/n placed her keys and purse on the table beside the elevator, before scooping Iseul into her arms, letting the cat nuzzle into her neck. She chuckled softly, smoothing down Iseul’s brown fur. “I’m sorry. I had to stay to finish recording some vocals for a song.” She listened to her kitten purr mindlessly in her arms. “Not that you’d know. You’re probably just wondering why the fuck I’m gone for so long, huh?” Y/n cooed, padding towards the large window that showed Seoul’s city line.

Iseul hopped out of Y/n’s arms, and made a b-line for the couch, curling up on the edge. Exhausted, Y/n padded towards the kitchen, tossing her bucket hat onto the island. She grabbed a wine glass, and hummed softly, a headache likely forming as she poured herself a glass of expensive rosé. Her phone rang, and she looked down blankly at the screen.

“It’s two in the morning. I just saw you twenty minutes ago, do you miss me that fuckin’ much?” Y/n scoffed, sipping on her wine. A laugh came from the other end of the call, and she heard the familiar sound of a car’s engine revving. She couldn’t hear it from upstairs, so he was likely someplace else.

“Yeah? You think I’d miss you that easy?” Namjoon laughed once more, and Y/n rolled her eyes. “I just wanted to check to see if you got inside safely. Plus, I have to reschedule our studio session tomorrow.” He spoke, and Y/n groaned, leaning her head against the island.

“Joon. We have to finish the song by Friday or else your album will be behind schedule.” She spoke, and Namjoon hummed.

“Yeah, but this song is a bonus on the album. If it doesn’t come out with the rest, then it’s okay-“

“What the fuck do you mean it’s a bonus? You’re telling me I’m not important enough to be on the regular album?” Y/n huffed, and Namjoon laughed, likely shaking his head on the other side. She took another sip of her wine, headache getting a little more painful.

Maybe she just needed to sleep.

“Of course you’re important enough to be on the album. Something just came up, listen, we’ll finish by Friday even if I have to work day and night, just so your pretty self can be on the album.” Namjoon hummed, and Y/n cocked her head, eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you mocking me?” Y/n accused, and Namjoon scoffed.

“What, now I can’t be nice to you?” He asked, and Y/n rolled her eyes, picking up her phone and pressing it to her ear.

“You’re like the older brother I never wanted. Of course you cannot fucking be nice to me.” She spat, and Namjoon nearly choked on his laughter. “Whatever, I have a headache. Let me know when you need me back in the studio, yeah?” Y/n asked, and Namjoon hummed in response. “Okay. Goodnight, love you bye.” Y/n spoke quickly, before hanging up the phone.

On the opposite side of town, Namjoon laughed, pocketing his phone as someone knocked on his window. A smile spread across his face, and he exited his car, a squeal escaping the little girl's lips in front of him. “Uncle Namjoon!” She spoke cheerfully, and Namjoon scooped up the girl in his arms, watching her father shake his head.

“She has pre-school in six hours, Namjoon. Don’t get her riled up please.” Yoongi sighed, crossing his tattooed arms as his daughter wriggled in Namjoon’s arms. “Come inside. I don’t want the paparazzi getting too close to Sarang. She doesn’t need to be exposed to that shit too early.” He took Sarang from Namjoon’s arms, holding the three year old close to him as he walked inside of his home.

Namjoon followed his close friend into his one million dollar home, bowing towards the housekeeper who greeted him with a tired smile. He slipped off his shoes, watching as Sarang took off further into the house. Yoongi sighed, peeling a heart sticker off of his neck. “Hyung, I didn’t expect you to call me so late.” Namjoon hummed, walking into the living room, and Yoongi hummed, placing Sarang’s folded blanket onto the leg rest

“Yeah well, I finished touching up the instrumental for that song. I figured I’d give it to you now instead of forgetting it later.” Yoongi glanced up as Sarang ran into the living room with a new set of pajamas on. “Princess, it’s very late. You have to go to sleep so you can be well rested for school tomorrow.” He cooed, scooping his daughter up into his arms.

Namjoon watched as Sarang rested her head on her father’s shoulder. “Maybe tomorrow would’ve been a better time.” He chuckled, pinching Sarang’s cheek, and Yoongi scoffed.

“She’s just ansty. Had a bad dream last night so she’s a little reluctant to sleep when I’m not home.” Yoongi dragged a hand through his black hair, bouncing his daughter gently as he maneuvered through his lived-in, yet well kept, home. “Here’s the edit. It’d probably sound better with the vocals, but I don’t know who’s featuring so I wouldn’t be able to tell.” Yoongi handed Namjoon his flash drive, and the younger male nodded.

“Thanks, hyung. Let me know when I’m featuring on your next album.” Namjoon called over his shoulder, and Yoongi scoffed, shaking his head.

“Yeah fuckin’ right. When our work ethics match up is when I’ll be able to drop a song with you.” Yoongi laughed, and Namjoon huffed, turning towards his friend.

“The only person I know who works as much as you is the one that’s featured on this song.” He waved the flashdrive. “She almost ripped me a new one when I told her we weren’t gonna be recording tomorrow.” Namjoon winced, pocketing the device.

Yoongi grinned, his daughter finally sound asleep in his arms.

His voice was low. “Might have to send her my way once you two are done recording. Maybe she can be a feature on my next album.” He hummed, and chuckled softly when Namjoon flipped him off.

“Y/n L/n. She’s better known as the rapper Psyche.” Namjoon hummed, and Yoongi’s eyes widened with recognition.

“Is she the one that’s always tweeting about how she’s in love with me and how she says I’m a dilf?” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head, bouncing Sarang slightly. “What the fuck is a dilf anyway? I get called that all the time but I never bothered to look it up.” He asked, and Namjoon laughed quietly.

“It means ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck. Fuck, you don’t get on Twitter much unless it’s about you, do you?” He chuckled, and Yoongi scoffed. “Also, you flirt with her all the time on Twitter, don’t act like you don’t like the attention.” Namjoon accused.

Yoongi shrugged. “What can I say? I like having a little fun.” He turned on his heel, facing the direction of Sarang’s room. “Get home safe, will you? And lock the door on your way out. Leave it unlocked like last time and I’ll fuckin’ punch your teeth so far down your throat you’ll be shoving a toothbrush up your ass to brush ‘em.” He threatened casually.

Namjoon shook his head, used to his threats. “Should I give Y/n your number then? Since you seem to be a little interested in her.” He asked, and Yoongi waved his hand dismissively.

“I have a daughter to take care of, music to make, and paparazzi to make insecure. You think I’m ready to pull another A-List celebrity into a relationship?” Yoongi chuckled.

“Not even a situationship?” Namjoon asked.

“Do you know how hard it is not to fall in love with me?” Yoongi asked, and Namjoon laughed loud enough to nearly wake Sarang up. “I’m not even fucking with you. I’m just stating statistical facts.” His tattooed arms shifted, moving Sarang to his left side.

“I’m fucking leaving, hyung. Bye. Good luck with your horny fangirls.” Namjoon waved, walking out of Yoongi’s home, locking the door behind him.

Yoongi, left in the silence of his home, carried his sleeping daughter to her room. She curled up in her bed, and he watched her for a moment, a fond smile on his face as she breathed softly. He hummed softly, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Of course he didn’t have time for anyone else.

He’s famous, he’s a father, there’s no privacy when it comes to fame, fortune, and family.

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witchybnha-noya · 2 years

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Party Animals

Here’s my first fic ever! It’s a Nishinoya x Fem!reader where they are at a Halloween party and after years of pining over each other they finally get together. I'm so sorry this was so late! It was due on like the 19th... but here it is!

Song inspiration is from White Tie Affair's 'Take it home'

This is for the wheel-of-misfortune Collab with @cyancherub! Please Minors do not interact!! +18 only! I will know and I will ban you! (maybe not but it sounds intimidating at least)

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CW/TW: degradation, oral (M+F), breath play, face sitting (F receiving), 69ing, hair pulling, couple of nicknames because I can’t choose one, overstimulation (F receiving), slight accidental edging, unprotected sex (usually I'd try to be better about that but this all happened so fast. Always wrap it before you tap it!)

The ending is really messy honestly I'm putting a warning on it because this was my first official smut and I don't know how to write lol

Lemme know if I missed any, I want to make sure that I got everything in case it’s not your thing and you don’t like it

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, you look fucking hot. You cannot wait to head out to your crazy best friend Tanaka’s Halloween party. Tonight, you’re going to show everyone just how sexy you can be. Last year you went as a really cute witch and the year before that you were a typical vampire. Nothing too risque because you were still trying to find yourself. Well this year you know who you are and you love the way you look in this adorable, skimpy, tight waisted kitty costume. Complete with an adorable bell around your neck and soft ears with a matching tail. You sit yourself in your vanity chair to touch up your makeup before you go, taking extra care with the small whiskers and nose you’ve drawn on your face. Your bright red lipstick contrasts with the black suit and white and black ears but you feel nothing less than like Catwoman herself ready to prowl the night. Your kitten-heeled boots clack against the linoleum floor as you make your way to the door and down to your friend’s car where Yachi and Kiyoko wait. You’re not sure why they insisted on driving when you could have easily just walked, but you were thankful for the ride.

“Holy shit Y/N, you look HOT!” Yachi yells from the front seat as she sees you come outside of your apartments.

Noya was doing his finishing touches of a nose and whiskers while Tanaka was running around in the background finishing setting up his house for the famed party of the year.

“DUDE! Do you think that I should put the fake spiders on the webs or leave them across the table with the food?” Tanaka screamed at Noya. Noya turned around looking at the completely decorated filled rooms. It looked like Halloween threw up all over their shared house, it looked good nonetheless. If there was anything that Tanaka was really good at other than volleyball, it was decorating. Who knew?

“I dunno man, it all looks great so far! Probably split the difference and put a couple on the web and then leave the rest on the table.” Noya said, finished with the small amount of makeup and fixing his ears.

“OH! That’s a great idea! See this is why I keep you around!” Screaming again, Tanaka started moving some fake spiders around. “So, you excited for tonight? You gonna finally talk to her about it?”

“Psshh, you know she wouldn’t want me! There’s no way that I'm her type, so I'll just chill with Asahi since I assume you’ll be all over Kiyoko” Noya teased back, hoping the blush on his face wasn’t super noticeable.

“OH COME ON DUDE! You know that’s not true, I mean have you seen the way she looks at you?! Like just talk to her about it already! You may be surprised!”

Noya definitely hoped so, but he didn’t want to risk the awesome friendship you had going, so the chances of anything happening were little, right?

The party had started only a few minutes before you got there. Everyone was here though completely excited for this time of year and looking forward to seeing each other again. Not only was your team, where you went to school with Yachi supporting her and the team by going to each game. But Nekoma, Fukurodani, and even some of the players from Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa, Date Tech, Johzenji, and Inarizaki. Let's just say, the house was packed. Everyone in their respected costumes, some without any costumes at all and just here for the party. Just about everyone you saw was coupled up, and those that weren’t already couples you could see becoming one in the future. For example, Yachi and Terushima, they weren’t quite together but you knew exactly how Yachi felt about him after many nights of wine and gossip. It started making you feel rather lonely, you knew who you wanted to be with but you always kept skirting around the situation.

You grabbed a drink in the kitchen from Kuroo thanking him, he winked at you and went back to making sure that he is the designated bartender. You made your way with your drink to the living room makeshift ‘dance floor’. There you see Kageyama and Hinata in their couple costumes of typical vampire and human tropes. They stopped being secretive about their relationship ages ago and were basically grinding on each other to the music. One might have thought that they were in their own little world just appreciating each other’s company. You envied them, that kind of relationship and fun that they seemed to be having.

You weren’t the only one who noticed them, however, especially because you felt his presence near you. He just gave off one of those vibes that you couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing exactly who it was by your side.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Noya said, smirking looking blatantly at your costume with a look in his eyes you can’t seem to pinpoint. It made you giggle despite yourself and blush while you shuffle your feet feeling weighed down by his stare. “Damn Y/N you look really good, I hope that doesn’t come across bad or anything… I just really am having a hard time taking my eyes off you.”

“Thanks Noya, yeah I thought I’d try something new this year.” you chuckle.

“Yeah, I like it.” He says mostly under his breath, but you’re close enough that you can hear him. A smile is stuck to your face as you start to stand a little straighter reaching up to his full height. He’s smaller than normal but you’re about the same height so it doesn’t bother you very much. In fact it was one of the main things you really liked about him and you liked him a lot. It’s been years that you’ve been harvesting this crush for him, but he always seemed to be hanging out with Asahi or going after Kiyoko. You never felt that you had much of a chance, but by the way he’s looking at you makes you think otherwise. Just maybe…

“Hey Noya, would you like to dance? I mean you are dressed as a cute puppy, it seems only fitting right?” The small bit of alcohol you had encouraged you to be a little more flirtatious than usual as you tease him about his costume.

“Excuse you, it's a werewolf costume not a puppy! Sly little minx.” He said as his eyes lit up, meeting yours, as he grabbed your drink from you, placing it down next to his on the food table. Completely forgetting about them when he took your hand in his and led you away from your standing position, barely letting his eyes leave yours. You laugh as you follow him, excited and letting the slight bit of alcohol make you brave.

“Well I still think it’s cute.” You wink at him, you’re pretty sure you saw a blush spread across his cheeks but the lighting in the dance floor was just a little too dark. You both start to dance individually just moving your bodies to the music. There’s no particular order or sexyness to what you’re doing, just letting the music take you.

You can feel his eyes on you, so you know that everything you’re doing is right so far. You decide that maybe tonight is the night to tell him. You build up your courage and wiggle your finger in a come hither motion to him. As he moves closer to you, you can see the smile adorned on his face so bright and welcoming, but tonight there’s a small glint of devilishness in his eyes. Makes you wonder if your theory is correct.

As the next song comes on, you don’t know if you recognize it but it’s got a great beat and your hips are already moving to the rhythm. As you feel that Noya is close enough you turn around and start to drop your hips to the beat against him. He reels back for a second taken off guard but quickly recovers and holds onto your hips moving you the way he would like. Clearly Noya is still a little nervous so you help him out by reaching your hand back to his neck and arching your back into him.

“It’s okay Noya, I like you and I want this to happen. Is that okay?” You ask brazenly, unsure of where your courage seeped out of you, hoping that it was the right thing. You felt the breath that Noya was holding against your neck.

“Oh Y/N, It’s more than okay, I like you too, you have no idea…” He trails off letting his hands squeeze your hips a little as reassurance. Clearly Noya knows the song because as the chorus starts he whispers it in your ear as you both start to grind to the music, desperate for each other’s warmth.

“Ice ice melt your hot, baby girl let down your guard, rush rush on that touch, just one taste can’t get enough” The lyrics to the song encourage you to move a little faster and harder to the beat so that he knows you’re enjoying it. That same lyric plays again and again making your repetitive movements even more smooth and fun for you. You start to feel a heat at your backside and subconsciously seek it. You hear a slight gasp and then a growl come from the man behind you as he pulls you even closer against him. Feeling the heat from your face at the actions move down between your legs you decide to turn around in his arms so you can face him. This allows you to look at his distraught and heated face of his own, making you more courageous as you move against him again. You push your chest into his and start to roll your body to the song, letting it take over your movements again.

Noya’s hands find purchase on your waist this time bringing you closer, if even possible, and pulls his knee up just slightly between your thighs. This way you’re now able to grind on his thigh and he can feel just barely how wet you are through your costume. This makes him groan and lean into your neck as he turns his head towards your ear.

“Y/N, if you keep that up sweetness I won’t be able to last very long.” He whispers in your ear, pulling you back and forth by the waist to let you feel the friction between your thighs.

“Then maybe we should take this somewhere else?” you whimper, looking in his eyes for any type of discomfort, only to find that his eyes are mostly black and filled with lust.

“I would like nothing more.” He says with a smirk and grabs your hand, leading you from the dance floor and to his room upstairs. You giggle at his haste and follow behind very closely.

You and Noya get to his room and the second that the door closes you’re on each other again, kissing so heavily you can’t really breathe. It makes your pussy clench around nothing and you can feel how wet you are on your thighs. Noya breaks the kiss for the need of air and just starts smiling, looking you up and down hungrily. He pulls you to the bed and sits you on his lap just over the edge so you can start grinding on him again.

Noya was just staring at you, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He’s wanted this for years; wanted you for years. On his lap, you start moving your hips on top of his, feeling his hardened length underneath you. Your grinding is stopped by Noya’s hands as he pulls down the zipper to your costume, your kitten-healed boots next to fully declothe you. Once the one piece is off what’s left is your stockings and your matching lace panties.

“Oh my god, Y/N you’re so fucking beautiful.” He moans as he grabs at your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. The friction against your meeting hips is driving you crazy as you’re basically humping each other. “My sluttly little kitty cat, all hot and bothered for me aren��t cha?” he chuckles as you nod your head desperately, wiggling in his hold to get his hands anywhere other than your waist. He finally gets the idea and moves to your hips, holding them there once again making you sit still.

Noya moves with you when he pushes you onto the bed hovering over you with the most wicked grin. “You like when I call you nasty names? You naughty girl, so desperate for this cock, guess I’ll have to fuck the slut out of you huh?” His lips move to your most sensitive spots like magnets, connecting on impact and he leaves dark bruises underneath to make sure you know just who you belong to. He starts on your neck moving lower until he reaches your chest taking one of your peaked nipples into his mouth. He groans around it, suckling and nibbling a little harder in his excitement.

“You gonna be my perfect little cockslut? Dancing all dirty up against me, you naughty girl. I’m gonna wreck that pretty little cunt of yours.” Every word Noya said went straight to your pussy, making you so wet and excited. You can’t help but just moan and nod at his words and he chuckles at your obedience. He flips your positions so that you’re on top of him, pussy lips just inches from his face.

Noya starts viciously is eating your pussy, taking his time on your clit and making you feel so good. He takes his time pushing his tongue in and out of you. Enough so that you forget your on his face and you start grinding your hips lower and harder against his face. Noya groans as his air supply gets cut off by your hips, making him harder in the process as well. He flips you around so that his tongue can reach deeper with a groan. This allowed you to fall forward to where his erection was and move Noya's pants down to his hips. Noya was caught by surprise by your actions but welcomed them nonetheless, unknowingly lifting his hips into your wet heated mouth.

Noya's girthy cock is flushed pink at the top while you can see the single vein on the underside. This makes him super sensitive to your licking up and down his length. He shudders and moans into your cunt making you moan right against him. You start to kiss his head as the pre leaks out and you can taste the sweet saltiness of his flavor. It drives you wild as you start to grind backwards against him once again. Noya sticks his tongue further into your hole and moans as he let's you ride his face. His hips move on their own shoving his cock down your throat all the same. Making you choke and groan around him as you enjoy every second of his cock down your throat.

You both sat there sucking, licking, and eating each other until you started to feel a coil in your stomach start to unfurl. Noya could feel your walls tightening on his tongue and stopped moving his hips when he heard you moan his name loudly. He starts plunging two whole fingers in and out of your hole as he swipes his tongue against your clit back and forth. The combined movement making the coil snap as you start to gush over his face.

"That's it baby," Noya groans between swiping his tongue, muffled by your cunt, "keep comin undone for me, cum on this tongue, naughty girl." You scream as you can't help yourself keep quiet as Noya let's you ride out your orgasm. "God you taste so good kitten." He moans as he pulls your hips closer over his face. Your a moaning mess jumbling up Noyas name with the sounds your making as he doesn't let up.

"Yuu, oh god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you chant as you felt yourself start to get overstimulated. The coil started to turn over again so quickly letting you fall over panting onto his abdomen. Just before it can break Noya let's up and lifts your legs off the sides of his face with surprising strength.

"'M sorry baby, I didn't mean to edge and overstimulate you. You just tasted so good I couldn't help it." Noya proves his point by licking the remaining juices off his lips and smirking down at you. "But I guess you being the little slut that you are, you probably enjoyed it didn't you?" He chuckles the lust in his eyes twinkling with something much more sinister behind them. "Yeah, gotta treat naughty girls the way they want to be treated huh? Right little cockslut?" Noya took a grip to your hair and pulled you up so your back was against his front. "Probably all nice and ready for this cock aren't ya baby?" He breathed in your ear, more to himself than to you, "yeah gonna fill you up so good. You're gonna love this cock, my little slut."

You groan at his words trying your best to nod your head with the grip Noya had on your hair. The movement only making more wetness pool between your legs.

"Hahaha, don't worry naughty girl, you'll get your fill. Right. Fucking. Now." Growling the last few words against your ear, Noya thrusted his hips through your thighs giving himself some much needed relief. You whimper as he starts moving his cock between your folds. Feeling just how much bigger he is than his fingers. But you know you're ready for him with coming once already, so wet and inviting. Your hole twitching to be filled by his throbbing cock. As he slides himself in you both groan at the feeling, finally getting what you both need the most.

"Shit baby, your squeezing me so tight hah," Noya says through gritted teeth, "and to think you've cum already. You must really need this cock, huh baby? Well don't worry, I'll make sure to fill. You. Up. Right!" Thrusting the rest of the way up with those last words Noya groans sitting and letting you get adjusted to the rest of his size. At this angle he's reaching deep with your back against his chest. You're both heaving messes just waiting for the other to move.

"Yuu, please, I need you" you whine, not really sure what you're asking for since he's already inside you. Luckily Noya seems to know as he nods against your shoulder.

"I got you baby, gonna take good care of you, don't worry." He starts kissing and suckling your neck leaving small hickeys, making sure you never forget this moment. Never forget who your with now. That after all these years of pining you both need each other just as badly. Noya starts moving his hips slowly in and out of you. Once he gets a good rhythm, listening to your moans to figure out where feels best, he pulls all the way out and thrusts hard back in.

"'M sorry again kitten, but I can't take my time with you this time cause you got me so worked up before. Just gonna make you cum one more time for me ok? You can do it baby, I now you have it in you." He whispers in your ear, nibbling at the bottom of it. You nod your head and whimper feeling yourself completely at his mercy.

The feeling of his cock pushing in and out of you as he glides deliciously along your walls making you mewl. Noya sped up feeling so good deep within your walls, squeezing him so tight. He moans into your ear as you move your arms behind you holding his head to your neck. While his hands becime much more preoccupied moving up and down your body, feeling everything crevice of you. His left hand reaches your breast squeezing slightly rough as he's starting to feel his climax rushing up on him. His right hand finds your clit and starts rubbing furiously to get you closer over the edge.

"C'mon baby, I know you can do it. Cum with me kitten." Noya's panting in your ear "baby can I cum inside? Wanna claim you as mine, baby, oh please let me."

"I want it, I'm on the pill! Cum in me Yuu, please please please! Oh Fuck I'm cumming!"

You reach your climax and squeezing walls pushes Noya over the edge. He stills inside of you and you feel thick ropes of cum painting your insides. Noya continues to rub your clit letting you ride out your full orgasm, finally feeling the relief from earlier.

As you start to come down Noya stops rubbing you and sits inside you just holding you from behind, head tucked into your neck, panting.

"Y/n, can I tell you something?"

You giggle as you play with his hair, "Anything, Yuu"

Noya sighs, contented, "I really love you, I think I have for a long time and I would love it if you became my girlfriend?" You giggle again feeling butterflies in your stomach start to build full to the brim with happiness along with other things.

"I love you too, Yuu, I would love to be your girlfriend!" You both start giggling to each other softly, until Noya starts to pull out pulling a slight mewl from you. He gets out behind you to his bathroom to bring you a damp towel to clean your leaking pussy up. He does so with such a look of admiration that makes you slightly blush and pull your knees together when he's done.

Noya looks up at you questioningly until he sees your blush and just smirks at it. Chuckling as he pull on new boxers and gives you one of his t-shirts to lay with him in.

"So, would you like to go back to the party or do you want to stay here?" He says as he pulls you into his chest from behind tucking his head into your neck once again. He breathes you in and kisses you until you start squirming from the slight tickle.

"Hmmm, wanna stay like this." You giggle. You feel Noyas smile reach across his lips as he kisses your temple and snuggles even closer.

"Good answer, my sweet little kitten."

#haikyuu x reader #noya x reader #haikyuu smut #smut #fic #haikyuu fic #fem!reader #collabs #halloween collab

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awesomerextyphoon · 3 years

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Madripoor Musings

Summary: You’re undercover as Zemo’s Sugar Baby while you’re with the team in Madripoor. You seem to like the position a little too much and Sam gets jealous.

Parings: Sam Wilson x Black Female Reader, slight Zemo x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,685

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warnings: FATWS Spoilers, Smut, Oral (f receiving), Light Choking, Angst, Semi-Public Smut, Daddy Kink, and Slight Emotional Manipulation

A/N: Ran into another writer’s block so I’m using prompts from this list to get myself out of it. Enjoy!

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“So, are we good to go, everyone?”

The four of you were jet-setting in Zemo’s private plane to Madripoor to get info on this new version of super solider serums. Zemo came up with the idea of having Sam go undercover as the West African weapons dealer/smuggler, Smiling Tiger. Bucky returned to his ‘Winter Soldier’ mode and you were to become ‘Miss Erina’, Zemo’s new arm candy/Sugar Baby.

Your backstory was simple: you’ve been with Zemo since before he went to prison living in his many estates and luxurious apartments.

It took some time for everyone to get into character. Sam tried and failed to pull off a Nigerian accent while Bucky kept up his hard glare and glower routine. You and Zemo put on the perfect couple facade with the both of you placing semi-sensual touches on each other’s bodies and showering each other with (sometimes lewd) compliments.

“Oh, thank you for the necklace, Daddy!” you gushed loving the way Sam was fuming. Bucky almost broke his character trying not to snicker.

“Nothing’s too much for you, котёнок/kotyonok (kitten).” Zemo mused as he offered you a coy smirk and leaned in for a kiss.

You giggled as he placed kisses along your jawline, neck, and collarbone.

“We’ll continue this later, киса,” Zemo whispered while winking at Sam.

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Madripoor was amazing, to say the least. It was a cyberpunk wet dream with bright lights at various angles and two distinct levels giving off a Black Lagoon/Blade Runner/Ghost in Shell vibe.

It felt like your kind of town.

It’s been like this since the Snap. Your older sister died in a car crash right after Thanos’ victory. Your father and uncle were blipped into the ocean dying instantly. Nowadays, your mother could barely talk to you without crying.

Natasha was dead and Steve fucked off to the 1940s to crush English pussy. Sharon got branded an enemy of the US Government and was forced to run. Some dumbass cracker (you will NEVER acknowledge his name) was given Sam’s rightful shield and mantle of Captain America by the craven, racist US government and had the NERVE to tell you to stay out of his way.

To top it all off, you found out that the US military tortured a man for 30 YEARS in order to ‘make the perfect soldier’.

You were finally in a place that matched how you felt.

“We’re heading into Low Town. Be on your guard, everyone.” Zemo warned as he lifted your chin and kissed you again. He insisted on walking towards your escort.

“Why do I have to wear this again? I look like a pimp!” Sam whined while looking sexy AF in his Ankara (I’m saying it’s Ankara) suit.

“Don’t mind him, Daddy. Sam has no sense of style.” You joked snuggling closer to Zemo.

“We’re not at the club yet.” Sam pointed out, vexed at the way you were clinging onto Zemo.

“We cannot let our guard down, Wilson. Selby has eyes everywhere.”

Sam relented and tried not to look your way. It was tempting due to you wearing an amazing Burgundy Fashion Nova Sugar Free Mini Dress with Black Bow Whoa Pumps. Your curves were out, but not in a shameless manner.

You had class, yet you were a tease.

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The ride to Selby’s was nothing short of thrilling.

You were right about the overall aesthetic. Madripoor definitely has the ‘dystopian punk’ feel on lock.

“You look radiant, котёнок.” Zemo cooed as you kissed his neck liking how smiled at Sam and inwardly cackled at Sam’s glower.

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Several men and some women moved to make a pass at you on the way to the club. A few audacious men learned that you were Zemo’s the hard way, Bucky made sure of it.

You had to mask your displeasure at how many people were shooting appreciative glances at Sam.

You just hoped this escapade would end soon.

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Zemo advised everyone to aim straight for the bar wrapping his arm around your waist as he strode into the club. Sam and Bucky followed suit slipping into their Apex and Winter modes respectively.

The bartender licked his lips as he looked you over, “Thought Selby told ya you ain’t welcomed here, Zemo.”

Zemo raised an eyebrow, “I know, but this is important,” he eyed several bouncers making their way towards your group. Their moves did not faze the baron. He simply turned to Bucky and whispered in his ear.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to let loose. You could’ve sworn a couple of people were ready to shit themselves.

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Selby was...interesting. She/They gave off a pretentious ‘I’m always ten steps ahead’ aura with a bit of fake whimsy. She/They wanted to give you to one of her best clients and keep Bucky for herself/themselves (probably for sexual reasons, didn’t want to pry).

The conversation was going well...until Sam’s phone went off.

Insert facepalm.

You’ve told him time and time again to put his phone on silent and get rid of vibrate. Now he was gonna get y’all killed, but you said,” Fuck it!” and shot her/them and the #2.

The group had to book it and you cursed yourself for wearing non-running heels.

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Your asses were saved by a guardian sniper, Sharon. You were glad to see her again missing your bi-weekly movie nights and sporadic weekend brunches.

“It’s good to see you, Sharon.” You greeted as you hugged Sharon at the entrance of her High Town pad.

“It’s great to see you, too, even after you’ve destroyed my work.” Sharon lowered her voice while pressing her lips together in frustration and then lust at the sight of Sam’s deliciously thicc upper body.

You couldn’t blame her as you wanted to run your hands and tongue along his planes of muscle.

You listened in on the group’s conversation as you changed clothes seeing Sam’s distress at Sharon and Zemo’s words. They did have a point about how being a hero does ring hollow, but it still hurt to see Sam’s sadness and hurt.

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You found Zemo, bless his heart, dancing like a lost dad on the dance floor and started grinding against him while shooting Sam a sexy pout accentuating your sensually full lips.

Sam, for his part, was trying to look interested talking to a waitress with killer legs. He almost lost it when he put his arms around your waist.

“Let’s see if we can get a reaction out of him,” you whispered wrapping your arms around his neck. He knew that Sam hasn’t been giving it lately.

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Your little stunt lasted for about ten minutes before Sam stomped over grabbing your arm and dragging you into one of Sharon’s ‘private rooms’ after another man got too close to what was his.

“Why did you drag me away like that?!” you shouted secretly turned on by the raging fire in his eyes.

“So you like calling your men ‘Daddy’?” Sam demanded as he backed you into the wall.

“I’m your ‘daddy’ now, vixen.” Sam breathed while lightly dragging his finger up your thighs only to find no panties.

“No panties, huh?” he smirked as he twirled his forefinger around your clit causing you to moan.

“Fuck, I love hearing you moan. Say my name, vixen. Don’t care if Sharon finds out.” Sam murmured against your lips. He effortlessly lifted you in such a way to make you wonder if he got some SS serum. It didn’t hurt that you got to see his muscles bulge underneath his turtleneck as he landed your blessed backside onto one of the tables.

“Eyes on me, kitten,” Sam ordered as he forced open your legs and made his way your slit leaving open-mouthed kisses and love bites in his wake. “You're already soaking for me, baby.” he mused as he gave your slit a long lick.

You could barely keep yourself from moaning.

“Who's your daddy, baby?”

“You are!”

“I’m your ONLY daddy!” Sam shouted and dove in.

You were drowning in ecstasy.

Sam was hitting all the right notes with your pussy. He was always a G at eating you out. Sam swatted your hand away from your mouth, “I want everyone to know who your real daddy is,!”

He kept you on edge for nine excruciating minutes before he finally let you orgasm.

“No time for rest, vixen.” Sam chided as he flipped you on the table ass up with your dress bunched up around your chest,” Are you a good little vixen?” Sam breathed in your ear as he placed kisses along your ear, neck, and collarbone.

“Yes, daddy.”

“You’re damn right I am!” He sheaved himself into you in one swift motion. You moaned in delight at the sensation. He didn’t move no matter how much you begged him, “Tell the world who your daddy is,” he instructed as he slapped your plump ass.

You screamed out his name and Sam started thrusting. He gently wrapped his hand around your neck while demanding you to shout his name. Sam pounded into you at a relentless pace constantly hitting your ‘Cum Dizzy Sector’ turning you into a delightfully orgasmic mess.

Sam was reaching his limit so he played with your clit to make you finish first. You came with what felt like an earth-shattering orgasm with Sam coming with a primal roar not too long afterward.

Both of you were so wrapped up in orgasmic bliss that you didn’t notice Sharon, Zemo, Bucky, and a few other partygoers at the door.

“So, how did go?” Sharon teased as you tried to cover yourself up.

“How much did you see?”

“Hmm,” Sharon hummed while tapping her chin, “Enough for me to close a $19.8M art deal.”

“We’re getting a 10% cut.” Sam barked annoyed with the rest of the group reigning in on his smash time.

“Fine. Get dressed, I got a lead.” Sharon announced while smirking all the way to her quarters.

You smirked at Zemo as you made your way to the exit.

Worth it.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Hi! I'd been thinking about doing this request for a while, could you write Nat x reader, R is being a little suspiscious and Nat's started thinking she was cheating on her, and she almost confirms that when R appears with her back scratched, but the R had found a kitten and had been hiding it in her room from the team?

Yes!! Thank you for requesting.

Mistakes and Kittens

Summary: Natasha is hurt and mad after suspecting her girlfriend, Y/N, is cheating on her. However, it’s quite the surprise when she realizes that Y/N is really hiding.

“What’s that face for?” Steve asked as he leaned against the wall, standing next to his good friend and teammate Natasha. The redhead’s eyes were trained on a figure across the room - her girlfriend, Y/N, who was emerging from the elevator, smiling at her phone.

Hearing the soldier’s voice, Natasha’s head snapped to look at him. “What? What face?” She asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows at her, pointing his chin down. That was enough to make Natasha relent.

“Call me crazy, but I think Y/N is cheating on me,” Natasha said, her gaze turning painfully back to her girlfriend.

Steve blinked. “Are you serious? That’s Y/N - she’s head over heels for you,” he interjected, voice raising until a kick to his shin quieted him.

“I know,” Natasha said with a sigh. “That’s why I’ve been brushing it off for the past week. But I’m an elite spy, I can tell when people are hiding something. She never hides things from me.”

Steve bit his lip, thinking and also looking at Y/N. “Have you tried asking her?” He asked after a moment.

Natasha glared at him, eyes narrowing, and making Steve chuckle. She did, however, let out a breath and stand up, making her way across the room.

“Y/N,” Natasha said, and immediately the woman nearly dropped her phone in shock, before quickly turning off her phone and stuffing it into her pocket.

Natasha looked at her, skeptical.

“What’s up?” Y/N asked with a flustering smile.

Natasha thought for a moment. “Who were you texting?” She asked.

Y/N blinked. “What? I wasn’t- no. I wasn’t texting anyone, Nat, I was just . . . Uhhh . . . Checking Instagram!” She spluttered.

Natasha gave a curt nod. “Okay, well, I’ll catch you later. Maybe a date soon?” She said.

Y/N nodded. Her voice dinged and she checked it before going off, down the hallway.

Natasha and Steve’s eyes met. Her eyes reeked of disappointment.

2 Hours Later

Natasha Romanoff set off in the direction of her girlfriend’s room, anger flaring through her. She knew it. Y/N was cheating on her. Natasha had never felt this betrayed and angry and sad since the Red Room, and knowing that hurt her. Knowing that she let someone in, who was so important, turned out like everyone in her life other than the Avengers, was destroying her.

She practically stormed into Y/N’s room, not caring to knock on the door as she just opened it. Natasha saw Y/N’s back exposed as she was pulling off her sweatshirt, revealing a crop top. Natasha was too focused that she didn’t notice the scratches on her girlfriend’s back.

“You’re cheating on me.”

For the second time that day, Natasha made her jump. Y/N turned around, confusion starting to settle in as she process that was said.

Y/N only opened her mouth before Natasha continued.

“How could you?! HOW COULD YOU? I LOVE YOU, Y/N! AND YOU DO THIS TO ME?” Natasha suddenly screamed, letting go and scaring Y/N.

“NAT!” Y/N interrupted, not knowing why Natasha would even think that.

“WHAT? WHAT, Y/N? YOU DON’T GET TO TALK! I thought we were good, you know. I thought you were the ONE!” Natasha continued, her own self betraying her with the tears starting to flow down her cheeks.

“I’M NOT CHEATING ON YOU!” Y/N screamed.

Natasha paused and glared at her. A much fiercer glare than she gave Steve. “Then explain who you were texting earlier. I know that you’re hiding something from me - you’re a great spy but you cannot lie to me,” she said.

Y/N thought for a moment before picking up her phone and tossing it to Natasha. “Look at my recent photos,” she said, unable to hide her frown. How could Natasha think she was cheating on her?

Natasha did so and found pictures of . . . Cats.

“That’s what I was looking at. Pictures of the cat from the previous owner.”

“The cat? Previous owner? What are you talking about?” Natasha questioned, looking up from Y/N’s phone.

The quiet meow drew both of their’s attention.

Natasha looked over to see a tiny feline emerging from under Y/N’s bed, looking at Natasha with it’s cute eyes.

“You have a cat?” Natasha said, eyes widening.

Y/N nodded. “I thought Tony wouldn’t like having a cat around,” she said quietly. “JARVIS has been helping me with the litter and keeping everything secret.”

Natasha looked back down at the phone. “You can check my texts if you want,” Y/N added.

Black Widow tossed the phone aside and immediately hugged Y/N. “Oh, god. I am so sorry for thinking that you were cheating on me. I’m sorry for even considering it for a moment. I didn’t want to believe it but I did and-”

“I forgive you, Nat. I see why you’d think that,” Y/N interrupted, wrapping her arms around the Avenger.

“Besides,” she continued, stepping back. “You’re not the only one who needs to apologize.”

Y/N turned around, pulling up her shirt, and Natasha spotted the scratches.

“How dare you?” Natasha joked, looking over at the cat. “No one hurts my Y/N! How can you be so cute and so vicious underneath that cute-ness?”

“Kinda like you,” Y/N joked.

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully. They kissed and then played with the cat for the rest of the day. They laughed and smiled and cuddled.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Control P18

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER RATING: SWEET AF

I finished up getting dressed for our busy day, I did try and look a bit more adult and professional than usual but honestly, I just ended up like I usually do at chess tournaments I finished up and left our bedroom but I stopped short leaning on the door Y/n stood by little aurora's crib, in her little black and white spotted dress, stockings and cute little black kitten heels she held aroura in her arms in aroura's cute little white dress and little white socks she smiled bouncing her up and down a little bit "You ready to go house shopping with mummy and daddy" she smiled

"Yeah!" she giggled

"Good girl, let's go for a nice ride in your stroller then" y/n smiled

"you two look adorable" I smiled going over cuddling y/n close and giving little aroura's head a kiss

"Well we want to look nice for our house touring today" she smiled "you look lovely, doesn't daddy look nice aroura"

"Yeah!" she giggled

"aww thank you baby girl" I smiled taking her from y/n and giving her a cuddle "you all ready to go?" I asked her fixing her little pigtales

"Yeah! yeah! she gigggled

"Alright come on then girls lets go and look for a new house with a nice kitchen, a pretty garden and a nice big bedroom all for you aroura"

"come along then or we'll miss our viewing appointment" y/n smiled putting aroura in her stroller and grabbing her handbag

"Alright lets get going."

I stood on the creaky wooden floor of this little house personally I thought it was a shit hole in a rough part of town.

"Two bedrooms, one bathroom, there is a shared outdoor space you share with the four other properties within in the whole house, there's no pets, no unemployed and you do have the fire escape in your main bedroom so in a fire situation all other tenants would need to have access to it so legally speaking you are unable to lock the front door as that's officially blocking the fire escape" the realtor explained

"And this is the price range we said about?" Y/n asked a little in disbelief

"This is actually twenty five dollars a month more rent then your current property" He explained "I'll let you walk it though with your wife" he says leaving the room

"Liar" she giggled

"Well they wouldn't walk us around baby in hand without a little white lie" I smirked "and your thoughts are?"

"You really need to ask?"

"Hell nah?"

"Hell nah" she nods

"Excellent. This is worse then where we are and more expensive" I explain "lets get to the next one already"

This place was worse I didn't think it could get worse then my apartment but he'll new york you proved me wrong,

"So the bathroom is why we class as a quarter bathroom, no sink, a semi shower and toilet compo"

"So the toilet. Is in the shower?"

"Yes it is."

"And now the lights are security lights so they cannot be turned off, the windows broken glass and exposed brick are part of the aesthetic and you would be in breach of contract for replacing them, and the bedroom does contain a loadbaring collum"

"In the middle of the room?"

"Yes"

"So... how exactly would you fit a double bed in there?"

"Mathematically speaking one double bed will fit in the bedroom"

"Uhhh could we see the next property please" y/n spoke up

This actually looked nice, two bedrooms, a nice bathroom, room for a bed, a nice fairly new kitchen, it was a few floors up but hell it came with parking but... I was suspicious.

"This looks nice" y/n smiled

"Ummmm too nice" I told her "how much?"

"Seventy five a month"

"That's... also suspiciously cheap. That's the catch?"

"No catch, all above board I can assure you" he explained

"Thats out the windows?" Y/n spoke up trying to peak thought the blind

"Ohh just a business estate view I'm afraid"

"Well that's okay" she shurgs opening the blond it didn't look like an estate and at that moment the apartment began to shake violently and past the window rocketed past a train, like right past, as in if you had the window open and inch you haven't got a window anymore when that goes past "so it's on the train line?" She asks bouncing aroura as of course the loud sound of the train had woke her and made her start crying

"Yes it is, for an easy work commute"

"That's the new york B train?'

'yes sir"

"The train that at rush hour runs one train per three minutes and runs one every twenty from midnight to six am?"

"Yes."

"I think we should look at the next place" I told him

I sat reading my mail, about tournaments and meetings and all sorts of other bits and bobs I needed to know before the start of the next chess season,

"Achoo!" Aroura who was laid on my chest fast asleep suddenly sneezed making me jump a little

"Awww bless you little one. That's a big of sneeze for a such a small nose" I laughed

"Achoo!" She sneezed again

"Bless you again, you are full of sneezes today" I chuckled

"ACHOO!" she sneezed again her whole little body moving that time

"Whoa! Bless you again aurora. That it you done? Got anymore in there?"

"No" she giggled

"Good you feel better now?"

"Yeah, thank you daddy"

"Your welcome little one" I smiled

"Daddy?"

"Yes little one?"

"Can I has a head kiss?"

"Of course you have have a head kiss" I smiled giving her little head a kiss before I sneezed too "ohh nooo... you've given it to me now"

"I'm sorry daddy!"

"I'm infected! Ohh nooooo! I'll have to leave aroura and mummy forever"

"No daddy no!"

"I will I'm sorry my darling I must go"

"No daddy no! Don't go" she whines

"What on earth are you two yelling about?" Y/n laughs as she came into the apartment she had managed to grab a last minuet viewing of a flat a few streets down so she had gone on her own while I looked after aurora

"Mummy! Mummy! I did one to many sneezes and now daddy is infected with the sneezes, is daddy gonna die!" aroura cries

"Awwwww no sweetie no, it's okay daddy isn't gonna die" she giggled picking her up and giving her a cuddle

"How was it?" I asked

"Worse then here" she sighed

"We'll find somewhere, it just might take a little time"

"Time is the one thing we haven't got" she sighed stroking her now forming bump

"We'll find a place. Soon. we don't wanna settle do we? We'll find someplace soon, that's perfect." I smiled giving her and aurora a cuddle "Now how about I make my girls some chocolate strawberries and we'll listen to some music?"

"Yeah!" Aurora smiles

"Alright" y/n smiled

"She ready?" I asked coming over to the little changing table where y/n stood fixing little aroura's braid

"Very ready aren't you sweetie" she smiled "You ready to go on your nice afternoon out with daddy?"

"Yeah! were we gonna go daddy?" she giggled as y/n handed her over to me in her little white dress

"We are going on a lovely little walk to the park, and maybe if you're very good and we see the man with his ice cream cart, maybe we'll get ourselves an ice cream cone"

"ice cream!" she giggled "I want strawberry cone"

"we'll have to see if we see the ice cream man, and see what he has," I told her "Shall we go then?"

"Yeah!"

I smiled getting her settled in her pram as she still can't walk yet getting her cosy with her blanket and her teddy bear

"You have a fun time here, and you rest jr okay?" I told her

"I know," "You take care of yourself, we'll see you later say bye-bye aroura"

"Bye mummy"

"bye darling" she smiled giving her a kiss "bye benny"

"Bye y/n. I'll see you later" I smiled giving her a sweet kiss "I'll see you later," he says

"see you two later" she smiled

I took aroura in her little pram up to the main new york streets, I smiled and pushed her little pram along the streets I took her to the park letting her watch the birds and the squirrels we had seen the ice cream cart so I got her some strawberry ice cream and I got myself a cookie and cream, I would have got one for y/n but it'd be melted by the time I brought it home, I was happily sat on this little bench with aroura on my knee it was lovely to just sit in this little park I know how stressed y/n has been recently trying to find us somewhere to move as well as dealing with baby, she's much more stressed and struggling this time than she ever did when she was pregnant with aroura, so I wanted to take aroura out for a while every so often give her chance to have a bath and read her books, let her have some time to herself. once we finished the ice creams we headed home walking down the fairly empty new york streets I decide to take a little extra time and go a strange way home to give y/n a few more minuets to herself and on this way I spotted something, a house. this cute little house three floors with a black shingle roof, it overlooked the park with the road between it, a bus stop across the street, beautiful windows, it seemed like a very old house but a very nice house, well kept, and most importantly it had a sign saying for rent. I saw the door to the house open and out stepped a realtor he saw me and notice the pram

"Lovely day for it" He says

"It is yeah, wanted to give mummy some quiet time didn't we darling" I smiled "I uhhh I haven't seen this place before"

"Ohh, well it's just come on the market. terrible time really one owner since it was built and she just passed away" He explained

"Ohh, uhh how many bedrooms if you don't mind me asking?"

"Three, ensuite bathroom in the master, garden out the back, beautiful kitchen" he explained "You know I have a spare ten minutes before I need to be back in the office you wanna take a look?"

"you sure?"

"Yeah my two o'clock never showed I got time" He says I agreed and took aroura inside it was a beautiful house, a lovely living room, a garden with a patio and even a shed at the bottom of the garden, the kitchen was amazing, all matching cabinets with a few appliances already there, a small bathroom not unlike what we had at home, two bedrooms on the second floor with plenty of space and then a beautiful master bedroom with its on little bathroom. I was blown away this house was beautiful it was exactly what we wanted but then it hit me, ohh right. new york and I became very worried.

"so uhh... how much?" I asked he handed me the paperwork explaining all the information and I saw the price it wasn't much it was within our budget, not that much more than what I was paying on my apartment, so either I have been seriously cheated in my apartment or there is something wrong with this place? is it haunted? is there a rat king in the basement? is there a huge sinkhole in the garden? "Can I take this stuff home? I uhh I'm impressed, would it be possible to come back tomorrow with my wife?"

"Course take it and uhh shall we say two pm?"

"Great yeah We will be back tomorrow" I said I took the paperwork and put aroura back in her pram taking her home to the apartment where y/n stood making dinner already "Hello little lady" I smiled

"There you two are I was worried about you" she says coming and quickly taking aroura to give her a cuddle

"We got ice cream!" aroura giggled

"We we did, and I may have gone on a little adventure"

"An adventure?"

"yep. tomorrow we have an appointment."

"An appointment for what?"

"a house viewing, I may have found our perfect little house" I told her giving here a kiss

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arctickat2400 · 3 years

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Anniversary <> Zayn Malik

It was your 1 year Anniversary since you and Zayn have been together and you couldn’t be happier. You were currently sitting on the couch, awaiting the time to come for you to get ready.

Zayn had said he had a surprise for you tonight, but as always, he kept it a secret and refuses to tell you. You loved surprises, especially if they're from Zayn, but you hate being left in suspense.

This morning, when you had woken up, Zayn was already gone at work, but you had gotten a text from him.

Happy Anniversary, Kitten. Can’t wait for tonight and I can tell you can’t either. I’ll see you at 7. I love you.

Zayn’s text read and you couldn’t hold back a smile. You texted back, returning the Happy Anniversary and the I love You. And, as much as you wanted to spend your entire anniversary with your boyfriend, you couldn’t ‘cause he had work.

So you spent your day around the house, having a kind of lazy day. You had gotten a few sweet texts from Zayn and a call or two from him. He had video called you because he “wanted to see your beautiful face,'' his words exactly. The boys were around him, too, and greeted you with a Happy Anniversary, Y/N, or something along those lines. The boys had given you and Zayn your privacy until Zayn had to go to the studio. You exchanged I love you’s as you both went your separate ways.

Zayn was picking you up around 7 to bring you to the first part of your surprise and you couldn’t wait. You sat anxiously yet excitedly on the couch watching Riverdale in your red and black pj short shorts and a thin sweater as you waited for the time to arrive.

It’s been awhile since you started watching your tv show and you’ve gone through many episodes. You picked up your phone to check the time and you saw it was 5:50. Oh no, I’m gonna be so late. You thought to yourself. You still had to shower, dry, curl and fix up your hair, pick out an outfit and shoes all before Zayn got home.

You paused your tv show, throwing the blanket that covered you off from over you and jumped up, taking your phone and went to search for clothes.

Once you had gotten to your bathroom after finding a pair of underwear and some extra clothes for when you got out of the shower, it was already 6 by the time you turned on the shower. You turned on some music, the boys music because you couldn’t get enough of it.

You sang in the shower as you washed through your hair and cleansed your body. After about 10 minutes, you turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around you. You stepped out of the shower and walked to the bathroom counter. After brushing through your wet hair, you put it up into a braid and began to dry yourself off. You changed into your underwear, tank top and denim short shorts and you checked the time. 6:15.

You let your hair down from your braid, brushing through it once again and beginning to dry it. After, you curl your hair and made perfect bouncy curls that fell over your shoulders. You would have put on makeup like any girl would do for a date, but Zayn hated when you wore makeup, and you did too. So, you never put any on. Maybe a little bit of acne cream and concealer to cover up some barely visible red spots, but that was the maximum amount of makeup you ever used.

It was around 6:35 when you had gotten done with your hair and everything that needed to be done in the bathroom and you walked into your connected bedroom and to your rather large walk in closet. You turned to your side and looked through your dresses. You tried to choose between a short pink and white floral dress with a puffy skirt and a white strapless dress that was longer on your right side and shorter on your left with diamonds outlining the corset that was quite thin and showed off our curves that Zayn like quite a lot. In the end, though you loved both dresses, you went with your favorite, the white dress.

You undressed out of your shorts and tank top and shimmied into your dress and easily zipped it up at the back. You knelt down by your wide variety of shoes and choose between black high heels with a bow strap on it or black strap wedged sandals, you chose the high heels with the bow. It went better with your dress, the white and black going together perfectly.

You slid them on and added a simple heart necklace that Zayn had given you for your birthday along with an anklet that was lined with crosses. You added a few rings that you wore almost 24/7 and you grabbed your phone. 6:55. Right on time.

You go downstairs just as you hear someone coming through the door. You stood on top of the stairs as you look down towards the front door to see Zayn there. He turns around, looking up, and his eyes widen, a spark igniting in his that showed absolute love and astonishment.

“Y/N, my love, you cannot look more beautiful.” Zayn told, a smile on his face as one crawls to your face along with a bright red blush coming to your cheeks. You descend down the stairs as Zayn makes his way to you.

You hadn’t seen him this morning, so you hadn’t seen what he was dressed in. And on your video call earlier, you hardly noticed what he had been wearing. He wore dark black skinny jeans, a white button up shirt and a black sportcoat with a little red handkerchief in the top left pocket. You hated when Zayn or any guy dressed in nice clothes like dress pants or whatever, but what Zayn was wearing, it was what you called nice clothes and you loved it.

You reached the bottom of the stares and Zayn’s eyes never left yours. “You’re not too bad yourself.” You smiled to Zayn as he took your hand in his and spun you around to get a good look from all angles. You giggled as he spun you into his, wrapping his arms around him.

“Happy Anniversary, baby. I know I already said it, but I wanted to tell you in person.” Zayn told you, smiling as he stared you seductively into your eyes, his face mere centimeters from yours. You just laughed softly, setting your hands on either side of Zayn’s cheeks as he leaned you back in his strong arms and pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss as he did so.

Zayn brought you back up and held you against him still as he looked you in the eye.

“You ready to go, princess?” He asked sweetly. You nodded as he pressed his lips against your forehead, took your hand in his and lead you to the car. You pulled into what looks like the front of a super expensive restaurant. There were some men in uniforms waiting outside, maybe valet’s, as you pulled up beside them. Zayn was first to jump out of the car as you got ready to get out of the car yourself. Zayn ran to the other side of the car, handing his keys to the valet, and opened your door for you, holding his hand out for you to take. You obliged as you smiled, stepping out of the car, entwining your arm with Zayn’s as the valet drove off with your car.

As Zayn led you up to the restaurant, it looked familiar to you, and you realized it was Galvin at Windows, a very expensive modern French restaurant that you’ve always wanted to go to. Yes, Zayn of course has a lot of money, but this was the kind of place you go to for a special event, and it was your anniversary. You were so happy that Zayn brought you here.

“Zayn, this is amazing,” You paused looking around as you walked inside the beautiful place. “I can’t believe you got a reservation here.” It was also a very busy place, so it was hard to get a reservation, especially on a Friday night.

“Well, I had to bring my very special girl to a very special place. And I knew how much you’ve been wanting to come here.” He smiled at you as he covered you hand with his, the hand that was set on his arm. You just leaned up and pressed your lips against his cheek.

Being the next in line, you walk up to the stand where the host, a woman in a fancy dress stood, looking up at you two with a sweet smile.

“Good evening, do you have a reservation?” The host greeted and asked. Zayn just smiled back as you smiled up at him.

“Yes, Mr. And Mrs. Malik, please.” Is all he said, and you could’ve sworn his smile grew just a bit bigger. You were confused about the name he put our reservation under. You guys weren’t married, not even engaged. Not yet at least. Maybe it was just easier to say that. You decided not to ask just yet.

“Here you are,” The host grinned, looking down at her iPad with all her reservation information on it. She took two menus, looking back up at us, saying, “Please, follow me.” As she turned, you and Zayn followed hand in hand as she led you two outside under lots a gorgeous lights at the back balcony of the restaurant, giving you an amazing view of the ocean. It was the perfect evening, perfect temperature, not dark just yet, but it was just beautiful.

“It’s beautiful, Zayn. I can’t believe this. We just got here and it’s already been an amazing night.” You told him as you made eye contact with him after looking around your surroundings.

“Well, it’s all for you. And this is just the beginning. And have I told you how beautiful you look tonight? I could just look at you all night.” Zayn smiled towards you, staring into you blue eyes that went quite well with your dress. You just blushed and Zayn couldn’t hold back a slight chuckle at how adorable he thinks you are.

You both look at your menus as your waiter comes by to take your drink orders. You both simply order waters. As you wait for the waiter to come back, you decide to ask Zayn about his choice of reservation named.

“So, Zayn,” You start, leaning your chin on the palm of your hand. “So, Y/N,” Zayn smiles, mimicking your movements. You just giggle, repositioning yourself.

“Anyways,” You sang. “What about that reservation name? What’s that all about?” You question him as you stare into each other's eyes. Zayn just chuckles as he looks down, an uncommon blush coming to his cheeks.

“It’s nothing. I just thought it’d be easier than anything else. And, we’re a couple, so why not?” Zayn answers, leaving a suspicious smile on your lips. You could tell it was something more than that. Just then, the waiter comes back with your waters and a bottle of champagne, which you don’t remember ordering. You both say thank you to the waiter as he asks for your meal orders. You wanted something simple, so you both ordered a burger. They were supposed to be really good and you hoped it would live up to your expectations.

About 10 minutes later, the waiter came back with your meal. After the first bite, you couldn’t get enough of it. It was amazing and probably one of the best burgers you’ve ever had. Throughout dinner, you and Zayn just made conversation about random things, life, the future, stuff you two usually like to talk about. You had already gone through the entire bottle of champagne and for dessert, you and Zayn shared a sweet, rich red velvet slice of cake with chocolate frosting on it. As was the rest of the meal, it was delicious.

After getting the check, and begging Zayn to let you help pay, though of course he didn’t let you, Zayn asked, “You ready to go, princess?” He asked with a suspiciously excited smile on his lips.

“For what?” You ask as Zayn stands and walks to you, taking your hand and lifting you from your chair.

“For the second part of your surprise, of course.” He smiled at you, and you just blushed as Zayn led you outside, hand in hand, where your car was waiting. Zayn opened your door for you after getting the keys from the valet as he ran to his side and started the car, driving off to the unknown.

You stare out the window, wondering where Zayn could possibly be bringing you, as he held your hand in his. Once in a while, a cute or funny thought would come to your mind and you would smile or quietly giggle. Little did you know, Zayn would look at you with a sincere and adoring smile on his face.

You begin to realize where you were and your surroundings, and you saw a little ways ahead the sand and the ocean. You smiled, knowing Zayn was bringing you to your favorite place: the beach.

Zayn takes your hand as you two walk around the beach together, you clutching onto his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder

You walk along the beach barefoot for awhile until your notice the darkness overcoming the sky and the sunset was arriving. Just then, a little in the distance, you see a few people, even though it’s about 9 at night and people aren't usually at the beach past 8. But, as you walked closer, you recognized the people to be the boys, Harry, Louis, Liam and Niall. They stood next to a burning fire beside a heart shape made of red rose petals. This was certainly a surprise to you.

You looked up to Zayn who had a calm, yet happy smile on his face and stared at you sweetly. He led you to the fire and the boys as you let go of Zayn and ran to the boys with a huge smile on your face.

“Guys, this is beautiful. Who did this?” You questioned as you hugged each of the boys, starting with Niall and going down the line, them all whispering sweet things in your ear like Happy Anniversary or whatever.

You got down the line and when you wanted to hug Harry, you realized he had disappeared somewhere without you noticing.

“Y/N,” You heard Zayn’s soft quiet voice as you turn around from the boys to see him holding a bouquet of red roses, your favorite. You see Harry beside him about to walk away back to the rest of the boys. Harry had a sweet smile on his as he stared at you lovingly. You eyes meet with Zayn’s again as you walked to him, him meeting you halfway.

“Zayn, you did this?” You questioned, though knowing the answer. You knew the boys were watching, but you couldn’t care less. At that moment, it was as if it was only you and Zayn left in the world.

Zayn handed you the roses as tears build up in your eyes. You smell the roses with a smile on your face, but you realize something different about your flowers. There’s a fake one. You look up at him confused.

“Why is there a fake one?” You asked and Zayn set his hands on your waist.

“When the last rose dies, that’s when I’ll stop loving you. Maybe even after then.” He smiled and shrugged at that last part. You just giggled.

“Zayn,” Is all you said as Louis game up to you and took the roses from you to keep them safe. You thank him and turn back to Zayn, his hands still set on your waist, as you lean up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he presses his lips to yours.

“They’re beautiful, Zayn. This is all just gorgeous. Thank you so much. And you did this all for me. I can’t believe I was blessed with such an amazing, generous, and handsome, may I add, boyfriend.” You tell him, your hands locked around his neck, his arms around you waist as he held you close. He chucked at the last part of your sentence.

“Well, I’m happy to say that this night isn’t over just yet, my love.” Zayn smiled down at you. You slipped out of each other's grasp as Niall came up and discreetly gave something to Zayn, so fast you didn’t see what it was. Niall places he friendly kiss to your cheek, a blush coming to your cheeks. You turn around towards the boys as Niall reunited with them.

You give your best friends a confused look and they all just smile at you and gesture for you to turn around. You do as commanded and what you saw made you breathless, throwing your hands over your mouth to stifle your oncoming cries. Zayn was knelt down on one knee, a beautiful ring held out in front of him towards you. The tears now started streaming down your cheeks.

“Zayn,” Is all you could say as Zayn began to speak.

“(Your Full Name), I love you so much, and I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you almost 2 years ago. I know you like the back of my hand, and I know you know me better than I know myself. I can’t think of anyone better to live my life with. And I know if you ever left me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, because Y/N, I can’t live without you. You make me so happy and I know I want to live the rest of my life with you. There are so many things I love about you that I just can’t live without. Your laugh brightens my day even on the worst of days. You smile make me so happy, I could look at it all day. Your eyes, I can’t tell you how much I love your eyes. Your eyes bring me to your very soul and they tell your whole story just by looking into them. I could go on and on about how much I love you, but I have my entire life to do that, to make sure you know how much I love you and to make sure your know how beautiful you are, inside and out. I want to spend my entire life with you, have kids with you, take care of you when you’re sick, and give you an extraordinary life. So, (Your Full Name), my love, my one and only, will you let me love you for the rest of our lives, let me hold you in my arms forever? Will you marry me?” Zayn says, and you were almost to the point of bawling at this point. And, of course, you would refuse to say no.

You start nodding, slowly as it gradually sped up. “Yes. Yes, Zayn, of course I’ll marry you!” You screamed that last part.

Zayn stands with a huge smile on both your faces as he presses his lips against yours in a gentle, but passionate kiss, the best you’ve ever had in your entire life. Zayn leans you back in his arms as if it was the last move in a dance number, his lips on yours, as you are held in his embrace.

Zayn lifts you up, releasing your lips as he holds you close. He takes the ring and places it on your ring finger. He looks up into your eyes, his sweet, sincere smile giving you butterflies in your stomach, the feeling that you’ve felt everyday since you’ve met him. He brings you into a tight, sweet hug as you nuzzle your nose into his neck, him nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” Zayn whispers. You couldn't hold back that smile.

“I love you, Zayn, forever. Thank you so much, for tonight and the life you will give me.” You tell him as you back away slightly, your hands on the back of his head as you smooth your fingers through his hair. He stares into your eyes adoringly.

Suddenly, you both hear sniffles from behind you. You both laugh as you turn around in Zayn’s embrace, him looking up over you at the boys staring at you two with smiles on their faces. Louis and Harry were on the verge of tears, Niall was already in tears and Liam was just being his strong normal self as he stared at you two sweetly, his arms crossed over his chest.

You give them all hugs, thanking them for everything they did to help Zayn for that night. You ran back into Zayn’s arms as he swung you around, placing another kiss to your lips. During the kiss, he picks you up bridal style like you’ve seen in the movies as you giggle into the kiss. Zayn brings you home, the generous boys that they are, taking care of everything at your spot on the beach.

The good day you were having turned into the best night of your life, well so far. And you knew you’d have many amazing moments with your new fiancé and soon to be Husband Zayn.

#zayn malik #zayn x reader #zayn malik imagines #one direction #louis tomlinson #harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #fluff

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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A/N WELP THIS HAPPENED I GUESS THIRST TEXTS ARE HERE TO STAY Please let me know if this one was too long or if I neglected Kiri with such a short word count last time.

Warnings: NSFW, Adult Themes, 18+ AU/Pro hero, Adult AU. [Revised]

One of your best redeeming, and most damning qualities was how blunt you were.

The world faulting you for knowing what you want, when you want it and exactly how you want it.

Never shying away from voicing your needs either.

So an "I'm horny" text to your boyfriend would be nothing new or unexpected as your thumbs fly across the screen. You could see him now, rolling those gorgeous eyes while locking his phone.

He was anything but your past lovers, male or female all it took was a string of special emojis, 😜😈👅💋💦💦, and they would come running.

Showing up at your door with dinner and intentions to give you exactly what you wanted.

But your special hot head needs just a tad bit more convincing, especially since he's always so "busy" with hero work.

So shopping with your pro hero friends was the best way to have fun and kill time. But if you were being honest you wanted, no needed, your hot headed boyfriend to pin you against the wall by your throat and fuck all of his frustrations into you. Rutting into you so harshly, so deeply, you saw stars. God you hate to admit how addicting that caramel spiced bastard was.

So you struggle to think of a good enough text to send, biting at your lip in annoyance.

"Y/N!" Mina calls as she motions for you to enter the next store, your eyes go from a blinking cursor to a glass case holding troves of mannequins adorned in smooth lace. A devilish smile settles on your lips as even more devilish thoughts form in your head, each clack of your heel is a promise to sin.

"What can I help you pick out Mina?" You pur as you browse for yourself picking out items here and there to try on.

You were already wearing a black thong that would match any bra or lacy little thing you would want to try on. So to say this man was about to be weak in the knees was an understatement. He better be stiff in his pants.

"Hmm I'm not sure...." She gravitates to the bright pinks and you push her gently to moodier colors.

Deep purples and blacks would make her seem more mature while you guided U-san to blushes and dusky rose colors to play up her "innocence." Although from the stories you've heard over too many shared daiquiris you knew they were far from innocent. Their men would definitely be weak if they took the items you were picking up for them home.

"Let's try them on!" You announce, overly eager to get into the ambient lighting that would insinuate the curvature of your body and the lust in your eyes. The three of you enter into plushly carpeted floors that lie behind tall black with golden inlay doors.

Luxury to remind women they ARE luxury themselves, you lock the door before setting out your items.

You picked the perfect thing, you truly did. You compliment yourself as you undress half tempted to send him a picture of your perfectly rounded ass before you talk yourself out of it.

One thing you learned quickly in this game of cat and mouse is that the anticipation of what could be underneath was enough to drive any lover mad.

So it was time you presented his meal properly.

You adorn yourself in a lacy and see through bra with strategically placed floral. The garment had more of a sweat heart neckline than a plunge, your tits fit perfectly as you adjust the straps that remind you of a cafe maids apron. The black color perfectly matched your bowed choker with the little silver bell.

You slide on the garter that sits just above your natural waist, the middle bare save the string that holds onto the sheer matte tulle that gives it a softer feminine look than what you normally wear.

Your thong matches perfectly and you smooth out the garter straps to bisect your thick thighs.

You twirl for a moment before lightly biting your bottom lip for more color, your core slowly heating as you think of the things he would do to you in this.

You angle yourself perfectly after a few tries, toulsing your hair this way and that before getting the perfect picture.

You looking needy as you press two fingers against a greedy pink tongue, eyes filled to the brim with want as your mouth forms the perfect O.

The same one that makes a lewd pop when removed from your favorite snack.

You smile to yourself before hiting send.

"Doing okay loves?" You call out to your friends that sing song their confirmation, "Like anything yet?"

"I'm uh not sure just yet." U san calls out

"I'm checking with Kiri on what to get." Mina says devilishly, a shutter of a lens can barely be heard in fitting room over.

Your phone pings and you lift it with feverish hands.

"Gonna have to do better than that if you're trying to get me to leave, Kitten."

Your face sours into an angry pout as you rack your brain for a way to make him eat his words. You needed to look submissive, but not too innocent. He wasn't a brat handler for nothing, Kamisama above knew just how much of a handful you were.

"But aren't our men in a meeting?" Uraraka asks and you can practically see the blush forming on her cheeks.

Your lips curl up in a cat like smile as a plan formulates in your head. You place your heeled foot on top of the plush pink chair before using it to vault yourself over the top of your dressing room into Uraraka's.

"Y..Y/N." It is not as if she is unused to your brashness, it is more that you have no shame. You interrupt her before she can finish.

"You look killer, you know that right?"

This was no lie or flattery but full truth as she attempts to hide.

But there is no hiding her curvy body, especially not beneath the strappy mesh bodysuit she wears in the perfect mauve pink, a darker in hue floral pattern tastefully hides her nipples, her navel and becomes thick over her final goods.

The rest is mesh with side cutouts to remind you of just how beautifully plush she was, if Izuku were here now he would be salivating.

Begging for a bite.

The plan solidifies as you look over her thick frame, devilish smile returning to your plush lips.

"Let's send some to Deku?"

"T..together?!" She almost shrinks and you straighten her posture with your hands.

"If you're uncomfortable that's fine. But I would love to take some with you and maybe send them to Bakugou..." You almost pout and she confirms there is no one living being on the planet that can deny you when you give THE look.

"Ah...okay we can send one to Deku. M..maybe Bakugou. Do you think it will hurt Izuku's feelings?"

"I think it will entice him the same way it will entice mine when I pose us. Do you trust me? If you're ever uncomfortable you'll tell me right?"

"Always." She says it with confidence, and you squeeze her shoulders before setting up your phone to the perfect angle of you two and the mirror.

You count down silently with the timer on the camera before you snatch your phone showing U-san first.

She nods.

"S..send it to Izuku first?" She asks sheepishly as if it would bother you.

But it's not you who will be bothered.

"Imma send it to you and then let me see your phone!" She obliges and let's you type out the message beneath the sinful image.

An image that makes it to Deku quickly, he spys that it is a message from Uchan.

She did promise that she would send Izuku a picture of her lunch, especially since the trio of women announced they were going to be getting cattachinos from the new cafe on main.

Izuku eagerly unlocks his phone, wholly expecting a bright coffee and strawberry cream cake but instead his face ignites into a fiery red.

It is far from coffee but it is still dessert.

A photo of his girlfriend entangled with...with...oh no entangled with you.

Why did it have to be you?

He cannot peel his eyes away from either of you, but especially his girl. Your back is to the mirror showcasing your ass and back, lustful eyes looking over your shoulder but what you're doing to Uchan is what's driving him mad.

Your body blocks a quarter of hers, shoulder to shoulder as one hand is shoving fingers onto a pink tongue suggesting what she can do, pink lips in a soft O while her sweet innocent cheeks BURN.

Dusting her in blush all the way to her breastbone.

A delicate hand grasps onto a deadly forearm pushing up Uraraka's pretty tits that Izuku worships. He bites the inside of his lip, emerald eyes flash to scarlet across from him before flying back to the sinful glass.

Your phone pings and you snatch it up. Smirking over the reaction.

"You're out with Moonface right? Why is Deku blushing so God damn hard and why does he keep looking between me and his phone?"

You ignore the response for now, leaving him on read purposefully before snapping another picture.

Deku's phone again demands his attention and he cannot deny it.

Somehow his face becomes a darker hue, his large hand palming the ache in his pants as he tries to push through the droning meeting but the photo on the screen makes it that much harder to focus.

He cannot believe what he sees.

The push pink chair is in the center and turned to the side. His favorite ass sits in the chair beneath thick thighs that sit atop of another thick pair.

Deku bites the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning as he looks up from his favorite ass.

The two of you are profile to him as you straddle his intoxicating girlfriend, one of your hands is gripping onto the breast furthest from the camera while the other seems to dip deep between the two of you.

Right between Uraraka's legs.

Your heads tilted slightly away from each other, both sets of cheeks heavily flushed as you pull slightly away from a dazed chestnut haired woman.

Both of your tongues peeking past naturally rouged lips, a little saliva string connecting the two pink points.

Not once in Deku's 23 years did he ever think he would come close to cumming in his pants from an image.

But shit this was close.

He cannot peel his eyes away from his phone. And he does something he's never done before.

"Director I'm sorry I need to take this call." He lies as he stands, pretending to put his now locked phone to his ear.

Suspicion burns hot in Bakugou's blood and it is shown in a text you receive.

"Kitten, if you ever want to cum again, you'll send me whatever the fuck you've gotta be sending dumbass Deku."

His voice plays through your speakers in a hush, his voice low and husky. Threatening even, as you can see him standing in the hall just outside of his meeting. The thought of his scowl paired with the sound of his voice had you more molten than your shared kiss with Uraraka san.

"You okay?" You ask a very flushed Uchan who smiles happily before she reads you her received text.

"'Baby you've got me fucked up. I'm in the men's bathroom right now. Can you guess why?'" She smiles before adding, "Then it's a picture of him stroking his cock. Y/N. I'm so turned on right now..."

It takes her a second to hear what she's admitted out loud before you smile devilishly.

"I guess I'm finally rubbing off on you." You smile before grabbing onto the pink chair once more using it to vault yourself back into your dressing room.

"I can send the last picture to Bakugou right?" You ask, because her body,her rules, no matter what kind of punishment you might receive.

"Yes I hope it does half of what it's done to Izuku!" She answers with joy. Humming as she redresses.

More than going to buy what you picked out.

"Meet us at the restaurant? We'll text you!" Mina shouts, "We're starving and text us what you want you heathen."

"Yea, yea." You dismiss, as Mina assumes you're about to take more pictures. Well she wasn't wrong, you were going to take more pictures.

You lived to remind yourself, and the world, that no matter what your mood or what you wore, you were sex embodied.

And God Damn it your boyfriend was going to notice even if it got you in a little hot water.

Another text comes in, this time sans voice memo. You won't lie, you become a little crestfallen.

"KITTEN!"

And you can hear the lustful furry even through text turning you into jelly.

It's a good thing you're wearing your own underwear, as your thighs are beginning to become slick. The thin material doing nothing to sop you up.

A picture comes through and your heart begins to race as you look it over.

It's a black door with gold inlay, a little strip shows into the room. Showing off a pair of legs and nicely manicured toes.

A tattoo identical to yours and your heart hammers into your chest when a second ping comes through.

"Open the door, Kitten."

@lady-bakuhoe I guess I can share my husband with you for this😘

#bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bnha smut #bnha imagine #katsuki smut #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader

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onelastbreath-writes · 3 years

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I Spy

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Fem!Reader (AFAB, no y/n)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Brief mention of bad(abusive/manipulative) parents, general adult topics, swearing.

Summary: You meet a cute guy at a bar, you date, you fall in love, and oops, it turns out you’ve both been lying about your careers. Classified only stays classified until you get assigned a mission together. (SpecOps&Spies, with Young!Frankie)

A/N: Hey guys, I was bad and started another fic. Whoops. This one is for Triple Frontier because I love that soft boi Francisco. The flavour of this fic, the vibe if you will, is basically the spiderman pointing meme. I’ve vaguely set the timeline to like mid-2000s? so I’ll be trying my best to stay true to technology and aesthetic of the era. There was so much denim. Anyways, that means I’m trying to write for about a 27-33 year old Frankie and a similarly aged reader. I don’t see this series being more than a couple chapters at best, so it’ll be short and sweet. Also, like, very little angst if I can help it; I just want this one to be a good, cute, fun read. Hope y’all enjoy! Xoxo

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“So, you’re coming out tonight, right? You’re not busy or anything?”

“Please don’t say it like that, you know how busy work actually is. And I’m a grown woman; if I didn’t want to go to a shady dive bar with you and your very loud friends from the office, I’d say so,” You loved your best friend, and you missed spending time together, but you really couldn’t say the same for her co-workers.

You had nothing against the women she worked with, and you found that they were all perfectly lovely and usually quite fun to be around… it was just that when the alcohol came out, the volume control and verbal filters disappeared.

You wouldn’t say that barhopping was what you’d prefer to be doing tonight, along with more or less babysitting your friend and her friends, but you didn’t know when you’d next be able to squeeze in a night off to just hang out and have fun, so this was happening. You would laugh and smile and keep the drunk secretaries from going home with questionable people, and then you would look back on your ladies’ night with fond memories until you could eventually attend another.

You had known when you picked your career that it would be an around-the-clock, all-day, every-day sort of thing. You never deluded yourself into thinking you would have much of a social life or long-term relationships. Most partners, hell even most friends, would have a problem with you jetting off for weekends, or disappearing for days at a time under mountains of paperwork and appointments.

It just made your best friend that much more important to you. You’d met as kids, went through years of school beside each other, hung out, did stupid teenager things and then stupid young adult things together. You’d cried and laughed and fought and made up a million times, you’d gone to different colleges and still kept in touch, moved away, moved back, and you were still going strong. She was your ride-or-die, your anchor and your parachute and everything in between, so if you could use some of your precious, hoarded, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it time off to see her, that’s just what you’d do.

“You should take some of that fire, and direct it at your boss. Tell him no for a change. I’d love to see his face at that!” She meant well, always trying to look out for you and your health when it came to your beyond demanding job. You weren’t even allowed to tell her a fraction of what you were doing in your professional life, and she knew it, but that didn’t stop her from being ready to throw fists at your employer at a moment’s notice.

“One does not simply tell the über-rich that they don’t need to fly to Paris, again. Being a PA is a full-time nannying gig, except your charge is an adult who can argue when you say no, and you cannot put them on timeout when they’re being a brat. Where he goes, I go, and unless something drastic happens, it will probably continue on like that for a while.” She laughed at your jokes, and your heart hurt a little less at her glee. You knew she would never give up on you or blame you for your work being unpredictable, but that didn’t make the sting of last-minute cancels and missed outings hurt any less, for either of you.

“But it must be nice, just getting on a plane and going somewhere amazing at the drop of a hat. Travelling the world like a superstar, meeting people, having amazing adventures with mysterious strangers…”

“Easy there, Mamma Mia, your wanderlust is showing. And I’d take you with me in a heartbeat if I could. You were born to be a jetsetter, not to be stuck in this town with nothing but the office cubicle beside you to stare at. And I still think you should apply for one of those immersive culture grants you keep mooning over. They’d be fools not to fund your writing expedition!” She was an incredible person, three full degrees to her name in the time it took a normal student to get one, and a brain that could run miles around the rest of the professionals in her field. But she was tethered to this quiet backwater town, and she wasn’t free to fly like she deserved.

“You know I can’t just… go, like you can. My mom, it’d just break her heart… I don’t want to leave her alone, not after Dad,” You honestly doubted that you’d ever meet a woman more horrible and undeserving of her own daughter’s kindness. Helen was a parasite full of lies and manipulations and greed, and she had attached herself like a bad rash to your friend after she’d chased away the rest of her family members.

Your friend searched for the good in everyone, but you wished she’d stop looking for it at that home.

“You deserve your own happiness and freedom, and she should be encouraging you to spread your wings if and when you’re ready.” Politicking your friend was never something you enjoyed. She was the last person you wanted to use your negotiating credentials and sly subterfuge tactics against, but you wanted, needed, her safety and health more. You considered it almost bribery; dangling her dream future in front of her in exchange of being rid of the garbage in her life.

“Hey now, we’re getting way too deep into sad-drunk night conversations, and this is strictly a happy-fun-drunk night. Please leave all baggage and woes at the door, thank you!” You admitted your defeat and surrendered your verbal power point on Why Helen Needs to Disappear. You would get her next time for sure, give her the accelerant to burn down that bridge. “Anyways, the reason I called was to remind you of our haunt for the night. One of the girls, Kelly, you remember Kelly, found this adorable little hole in the wall. A total boys’ club apparently: darts, pool, sports games on the TV, but Kelly’s sister’s friend’s brother Tyler said the place was a favourite of the local army guys. So, if nothing else, we’ll at least have some hunks to look at for a while. It’ll be great!”

You jotted down the directions to the bar as she listed them, and the time you were expected to arrive there.

“Oh! And wear that cute little blue number you bought last spring; I know you still have it so don’t you dare lie. It makes your ass and legs look divine, and I think you could stand to make a new acquaintance tonight.” That Little Blue Number was buried in the back of your closet where you had hoped it would remain forever, but luck was not on your side tonight it seemed. But it did make you look, and feel, fantastic. It was just so… breezy. “And heels! Real ones, not your cute little personal assistant kitten heels. Those black strappy ones would work like a dream!” You just sighed dramatically into the receiver and agreed to her demands.

“I’ll let you go now, and yes, I suppose I can be presentable tonight, dress and all. See-ya later!”

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Hole in the wall was right. This place was basically underground it was so on the D.L. It was warm inside though, and in the middle of autumn with so much skin on display, you could not be more pleased to get away from the chilled outside air.

You would describe the interior as comfortable with a hint of rustic; lots of warm dark wood and low lights, mixed with the soft Latin music crooning in the background and the few patrons’ conversations adding to the ambience.

All in all, it was probably the nicest dive bar you’d been to in your hometown.

Your party was easy to spot where they had claimed a group of pushed together tables towards the far side of the establishment, and you carefully made your way over to them in your tricky high heels.

You said your hellos to returning faces and introduced yourself to the new additions, and accepted the chair you were pointed to and the drink pressed into your hand.

And so, the hours rolled.

You had enjoyed two fruity cocktails and a flaming shot before you called it quits on the alcohol for the night. You still had a few hours to sober up enough to drive home safely, and you would be able to help the girls get to their rides and ways home too. You appreciated having a social drink or two, but you didn’t care for hangovers and would happily take slightly tipsy over party-hard drunk anytime. Plus, your contract stated you were on-call, always, and you could be required to navigate high-stress negotiations at the drop of a hat. It was just better to cut yourself off, then reap the consequences of your actions later.

You tapped your friend’s shoulder as you walked past and leaned over to talk into her ear. “I’m getting some water for the table; do you want anything else?”

“Mmmm, no I think we’re good for now, thanks!” She was plastered already, but she had a huge grin on her face and was laughing at her co-workers’ stories, so you considered it a win of a night. You gave her a pat goodbye and swayed your way to the bar.

But you just were not accounting for the uneven floorboards, or how much your heels affected your currently less than steady equilibrium, and before you could blink you were teetering over into a nasty fall.

“Whoa there, easy does it, muñequita” Arms wrapped around you and pulled you back into a warm chest. “Careful now, don’t go twisting an ankle in those fancy shoes.”

You certainly did not account for the man you turned around to face. Wow.

His hands glided respectfully from where he had caught you around the waist to your still bent and held out elbows, steadying you as you swayed dangerously again.

Warm brown eyes, soft brown curls, and the sweetest smile you’d ever seen. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and you knew that it wasn’t left over adrenaline from your near wipeout. He was gorgeous and handling you so gently, and you wanted to spend forever in that moment.

“Hey there, palomita, I’m Frankie, can I buy you a drink?”

[Next Part]

#triple frontier #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x you #Pedro Pascal #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader

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zorohezoro · 3 years

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Parts 3-4: Sanity

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT CUNNILINGUS, SMACKING, PRAISE, DEGRADATION, SLIGHT ORGASM DENIAL

Summary: Matsumi finally gives in to her desires for one of the men she’s been fawning over these past 6 months.

You can find the full story here

Gojo x f!reader

AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE a short amount of time spent with Nanami, I had to leave. It was finally getting dark outside and I almost forgot I had plans to meet Gojo at the office for this so-called surprise. Nanami was sleeping peacefully on my lap and I hated to wake him up.

"Nanami....sweetheart I have to go. Let's get you into bed so your neck doesn't hurt from sleeping here on the sofa." I said. He groaned and clenched my thigh. "No stay," he said. I smiled to myself and slid from under him. He groaned a little more so I decided to let him stay. I made him comfortable with a few pillows and spread a blanket over him. I decided to leave him a note.

Nanami, I had to go but hopefully, we can do this again sometime. Don't you dare fall asleep on me :)

Xoxo, Sumi <3

As soon as I walked out of Nanami's, I got a sudden call from Gojo. "Hi sir, I'm on my way now! I'm just leaving Nanami's." I said. "Good girl. Feiten should be arriving as we speak. See you soon darling." Gojo replied. It was a short ride to the office. Feiten finally arrived and I popped open the back door and quickly got in. The tone in the car was quite different. There was a bottle of chardonnay and a note left by the single glass.

Matsumi, I hope you enjoyed your time with Nanami. Stop by your desk and change into what I’ve left for you and meet me on the helipad.

Kisses, Gojo

We finally arrived at the office and Feiten came around to open the door for me. "Thank you Feiten. Now tell me, do you know what Gojo-san has in store for me?" I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. "Now you know that I know Matsumi. However, I cant tell you. You know that I'd lose my job if Gojo-san found out, and of course, he knows everything." Feiten said. "Awww Feiten, not even for me?" I asked as I got out of the car. "Absolutely not Ms. Tanabe. Now hurry along before Gojo gets impatient." Feiten replied.

I sighed and headed towards the elevator, curious as to what Gojo possibly had in store for me. Especially since it sounded like he was going to use his helicopter. I finally arrived in the elevator and decided to scroll through my phone. I had a text from Nanami.

“Had so much fun with you gorgeous. Let’s do it again sometime.”

“I’d love that. Next week?”

By the time I finished texting Nanami back I was already on the top floor. I walked out of the elevator to find two boxes and a note on my desk.

The red one is for a different time. Don’t open it just yet, I’ll know if you do.

Xoxo, Gojo

He was acting differently than usual. I'm honestly surprised he doesn't have other plans tonight. He usually has some fling with a woman. Wouldn't expect anything less from well-known pretty-boy player Gojo Satoru. I opened the black box and noticed some red tissue paper inside. I quickly took it out only to see a black strapless dress. It paired well with the heels that I wore today. He noticed. Since no one was on the floor I quickly slipped out of my clothes and changed into the beautiful dress. I slipped back into my heels, put my clothes in the empty box, and headed towards the elevator to finally go up to the helipad.

The elevator doors slid back open and I saw Gojo standing there with a smug grin on his face. "Hey, gorgeous," Gojo said. "Hey? What is all this?" I questioned. "Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. Let's get dinner." "Gojo please, if you wanted to get dinner I could have met you at the restaurant, no need to take the helicopter," I said. "Yes but that's not what matters. All that matters is, you followed my instructions. Kitten, it's cute that you thought we were going to a restaurant. I think you should let me handle things from now on." He smirked

"Kitten" Working for a man of his stature definitely has its perks. He really knows his way with words. It's becoming harder and harder every day to keep this little secret feeling I have for Gojo inside.

"Well Gojo, lead the way. You know I'll always follow. Especially if you keep looking at me with those eyes of yours." I sighed. "Well Sumi, these eyes want to see you get into the helicopter," Gojo said. I darted a quick look at him and proceeded to get into the helicopter. He followed and placed his hand on the small of my back making sure I don't fall.

Don't worry, I wouldn't let it happen if I didn't want it to. I get that he's my boss but who doesn't love a spicy romance?

"Great view kitten. I can't help but think of what else I could see from behind." He said. I was finally settled in my seat and my cheeks flushed a bright pink. I seriously cannot with this man. Always making snide comments at my body shape. Not that I mind, he's always complimented me every chance he got.

Gojo

I watched her through my blindfold. Her cheeks were flushed. How cute. She makes me nervous. Yes, Sumi is my assistant, but I just can't help but think of the possibilities with her. The way her body moves when she's around me makes it seem like she has taken a liking to me, not just platonically. We finally settled into the helicopter and waited for lift-off.

"G-gojo, I have to ask you something," Sumi said. I could see that she was trying to hide her face. She was looking down at her legs. "Go ahead doll, I'm listening," I replied.

MINORS DNI

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, and if you have to f-fire me because of it I understand." She paused. "These past six months have been wonderful working with you every day. There would be no reason that I'd fire you, Kitten." She sighed. She looked up, wiping her clammy hands on the blanket she always kept in the helicopter. She was nervous, I could tell that whatever she had to say was a great deal based on how she's acting. I lifted my blindfold and grabbed her hand, she was slightly shaking. "Sumi, let's just wa-," I was interrupted. "N-no! If I don't say this now I won't ever say it. Satoru, being by your side every day for the past 6 months has made me feel whole. I know you're my boss and I know it's wrong but I just can't hold back thes-," I cut her off crashing my lips into hers just as we took off.

Her lips were soft, she tasted faintly of chardonnay and green tea mochi. We continued like this for a while, with her right here with me the view of Tokyo from above didn't matter. I felt her tongue glide across my bottom lip asking for entrance which I gladly gave. The intensity of just this one kiss made me forget about all of the other women I've ever been with. Her tongue intertwined with mine as we started battling for dominance. I couldn't let her win, I wrapped my hands around her tiny throat eager to take this further. She proceeded to wrap her arms around my neck never breaking the intense kiss. I roamed my free hand around her body lightly squeezing her thigh making my way under her dress. I reached just before her pussy and I could already feel the heat coming off begging me to touch it, I laughed slightly. She moaned into my mouth when I touched her inner thigh. I started kissing down her neck reaching her collarbone letting my hand rub small circles around her already swollen clit, her panties were soaked. Cute little moans escaped her pretty little mouth. I stopped.

Sumi looked up at me pouting. "Darling, we can continue this later. No need to pout." I smirked. She looked me up and down with lust in her eyes which made me want more. We finally landed at my home. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes were slightly watery.

"I hope so," Sumi replied, a slight smirk forming on the left side of her mouth.

Pt 4

Matsumi

WE FINALLY LANDED. Gojo broke the kiss which left me all hot and bothered. "Darling, we can continue this later. No need to pout." He smirked. My cheeks were still hot when he looked at me. "I hope so," I replied.

Gojo got up first. "Welcome to..." he paused looking at me for a second too long. It seemed like he was at a loss for words when he saw me get up. "My house." he finished.

"Satoru, did you catch a cold? I've been here before more times than I can count on all my fingers." He did seem like he was acting out of the ordinary. "Well kitten, I know that but you've only come as my assistant," Gojo replied.

"What more could I be?" I asked. "Doll, titles aren't necessary. Now, about your surprise. Follow me." He offered his hand for mine and I gladly accepted. He abruptly stopped. "Ah! Before we go inside, here Doll-face." He took off his blindfold and put it on my face. I never understood how he could see through this, I guess I never will. Under the blindfold, it was pitch black. "Gojo how do you see under this? It's pitch black but yet you wear it almost everywhere." I questioned.

"That is for me to know and you to hopefully never find out little one. Now stop asking questions and start obeying orders. Let's go." We walked a few meters, I heard the sound of Gojo's elevator open. "Watch your step doll, let's not ruin that pretty little face of yours," he said.

MINORS DNI

The elevator doors finally closed. The silence in this elevator was deafening. Gojo still had my right hand in his so I used my other to roam around his body since I couldn't see the other four senses were heightened. I felt his abs through his shirt and blushed immediately. "Like what you feel doll?" Gojo slightly laughed. "Yes actually, seems like you do too," I smirked

I felt his trousers tightening as I roamed my free hand around his body. He let go of my other hand shortly after which gave me the freedom to put my hand on the back of his neck. I stopped caressing his body and brought his face down to mine and started to kiss him. Shortly after I felt him lift me. I wrapped my legs around him, the next thing I know, I heard the emergency stop ring. This excited me. I kissed his neck biting slightly then moving up to his earlobe nibbling on it. He slapped my ass hard making me grind on his toned belly. He put me down and I started to remove the blindfold. "Don't take it off princess, if you want me to fuck you in this elevator you'll keep it on," Gojo whispered in my ear. I obeyed, a little scared of what he'd do otherwise.

GOJO

I stopped the elevator, eager to finally fuck Matsumi as I intended as part of her surprise. I can't fathom her doing this with any other man especially Nanami Kento. When Kento told me he was developing feelings for Sumi, I knew I had to do something. "Don't take it off princess, if you want me to fuck you in this elevator, you'll keep it on," I whispered. I placed my hand around her waist and lifted her dress just above her ass with the other.

Her scent was intoxicating. The slight scent of peaches lingered on my nose as I got on my knees in front of her. I had my hands on the back of her thighs ready to rip her panties off this instant. I wasn't going to do that though. I want to tease her, make her beg me to fuck her. I caressed her thighs littering kisses all over. Her legs were already starting to give out. I slid her panties off and lifted her legs resting them on my shoulders. God even her pussy is pretty. I held her legs up and proceeded to slightly bite her inner thigh a little making her jump and let out a soft moan. "Don't be quiet for me princess, I want to hear all your pretty moans," I said, planting kisses between words.

MATSUMI

Gojo licked and sucked my inner thigh slightly biting it every so often making me jump. God, I just want him to devour me already. "P-please, more." I moaned slightly. "Not so fast little one, let daddy work his magic. You're already so wet for me, you're doing so good," he said.

My grip on reality slowly slipped, focusing on Gojo's touch was all I needed to worry about. I felt his hand on my stomach just above my pussy. His mouth was getting closer until I finally felt his tongue slide on my slit. Ahh yes. His tongue circled my clit making me jump. This was my first time feeling this aroused. I felt him slip a finger inside me, pumping his finger in and out at a steady pace while still sucking on my clit. Don't stop. I felt a ball forming in my stomach, knowing I was going to cum soon. Gojo added a second finger which made me moan even louder. I felt him curl them up towards my g-spot pumping them in and out faster and faster. I clenched around him signaling that I was right at my orgasm and he suddenly stopped. "W-why did you stop," I whined.

"Shut up. Get on your knees." Gojo said while lifting my legs off of his shoulders. I immediately got on my knees and waited for him to do something else. It sounded like he was unbuckling his pants. "Open your mouth."

I opened my mouth slightly. Gojo laughed and I felt him grab my face "Don't play with me doll, wider." Gojo demanded. I did as he said. I didn't even get a chance to say anything before he shoved his dick down my throat bottoming out. "Your throat is so fucking tight babygirl. Stick your tongue out for me," he groaned. He started pumping in and out slowly letting me get used to his size in my throat. He slammed back into me causing me to cough and gag making my eyes water. He lifted the blindfold uncovering my eyes. "You look so fucking hot right now swallowing my dick like this princess," Gojo said. he kept pumping his dick inside my throat, I could feel his strokes start to get sloppy signaling that he was about to cum. He slammed into me one last time releasing his load in the back of my throat. "Swallow it slut." I did as he said. I opened my mouth showing him proof. "You're such a good little cumslut do you know that princess?" he said. I shook my head up and down. I slowly got up only to be picked up and pinned against the wall. "You want me to fuck you like the dirty little whore you are Sumi?" Gojo asked. "Y-yes," I replied. "Yes what babygirl?" he grinned. "Use your words now, I know you're not shy the way you just swallowed my dick whole." he continued. "Y-yes daddy make me yours already." I stuttered.

He grabbed me by my throat. "That answer is fine for now because I want to fuck you so bad, do better next time." he grinned. My throat was let go and he quickly picked me up and positioned his dick at my entrance, rubbing it up and down making me whimper. "G-Gojo p-please." I moaned. "Please fuck me now." Those four words were all it took for him to slam his dick into me. Not giving me enough time to adjust to his size, he slammed into me again and again. It hurt so well. Ah yes, daddy make me cum! I was already on edge since he denied me twice already. "Don't cum until I tell you to okay princess?" he slowed down his thrusts to allow me to answer. "Yes, d-daddy." He kept going faster after I replied making me clench around him. I was already going to cum. Another ball formed in my stomach. The lewd sounds of my pussy filled the elevator as he continued slamming into me. My back arched in his arms as he hit my sweet spot again and again. He hasn't given me permission to cum yet but I can't hold back. I clench one last time making him slam into me once more which sent me over the edge. I came. "I'm sorr-" I was cut off my Gojo slapping me across my face while still slamming into me. I couldn't form words he continued to quicken his pace until I felt like I was on cloud nine. I continued to cum 3 more times, slapped twice more. I nuzzled into his neck, tears streaming down my face ruining my makeup. I was seeing stars. I could feel him slowing down his thrusts getting sloppy. He pulled out of me and got on his knees still holding me. "Open your mouth." I agreed. He quickly got up and stroked his dick a few times before shoving it in my throat one final time groaning as he was releasing his fluid in the back of my throat forcing me to swallow again.

"Good girl. Now let's get you cleaned up yeah?" Gojo said. I tried getting up but I couldn't feel my legs. I noticed he had a Cheshire-like grin on his face. He's enjoying this. "If you're going to stare can you at least help me get up since you did this?" I pouted.

"Of course. You just look so beautiful when you're freshly fucked. Just wait until I have you in a bed. You think you can't get up now?" Gojo laughed. He scooped me up again lifting me like I was a feather and pressed the button on the elevator. We finally reached his room and he undressed me fully and laid me on the bed while he filled up the bathtub. I was exhausted so I drifted off to sleep waiting for Gojo to finish and come get me.

#jjk smut #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Devoted: Postcard (Katlaska) - Kamylove

Fourth in my collection of unrelated Katlaska one-shot ficlets.

"Well hey there, toots. Can you tell me if this sinful show is appropriate for my sinful children?"

Alaska heard the familiar voice and looked up to see Jinkx hugging Katya.

"For your children, yes," Katya said. "For actual human children, try Scarbie down the street."

Jinkx feigned confusion and pointed in the wrong direction. "That way?"

"No. That way you'll only find rotted whores like Jinkx Monsoon."

"Never heard of her," Jinkx said.

"Scarbie's the other way and better than me or the rotted whore. But take this for after you drown your sinful children."

Jinkx accepted one of Katya's little postcard flyers. "These came out great!" they said. "The fake RuPaul quote from your YouTube series, oh my God."

Alaska couldn't see Katya's face but knew she was beaming.

"Are you coming to the show tonight?" Katya asked Jinkx.

"Absolutely. It's the only night you're not my direct competition."

There was a pair of day-tripping women a few feet away who were showing interest in Katya; they looked like they'd escaped their kids for the day and needed a good drink and a good time. Katya offered them flyers and started her sales pitch. "Best drag show you'll see between 8:30 and 9:15 tonight within 100 yards of this location!"

Jinkx started on their way but heard Alaska shout, "Jinkxy!"

"Alooska!" Jinkx peered over the iron fence behind Katya. "I was wondering which suitcase she'd locked you in."

They steered their bike towards the entrance and spoke briefly with the host, who let them wheel it into the outdoor bar area--completely against the posted rules.

"She's working hard," Alaska told Jinkx. "I'm hardly working."

Jinkx parked the bike with the kickstand and sat at Alaska's umbrella-covered table. "This does not seem like an equitable arrangement. I thought you shared the housework equally."

"I was a distraction."

"For Katya, or for the customers?"

Alaska grinned. "I can't help it if I can't stop laughing at her."

"Such a smitten kitten," Jinkx said. "Aren't you hot?" They were wearing pedal pushers and a light t-shirt under the red, windblown hair.

"Oh, my God, it's awful," Alaska said. She, stupidly, was wearing tight black jeans, a black t-shirt with Katya's face on it, and the black boots she wore everyday. "I figured, right on the water..."

"You incomer. The buildings block the wind. At least you're not in drag."

Alaska held up the roll of paper towels she was keeping on the next chair. Katya had used up half the roll and stuffed the sweaty ones into her bra, much to the amusement of passers-by. She was dragged up, wigged up, and wearing three pairs of tights but thankfully no sleeves while she hawked her wares on the sidewalk, a local drag tradition.

"Poor thing," Alaska said. She tore off a wad and held it out to Katya, who took it without turning around. Then she put the paper towels with the stack of Katya's flyers on the table in front of her, well away from her iced tea and fries.

"Your turn to suffer for your art next week," Jinkx pointed out. "How's the house?"

When Katya and Alaska had agreed to spend part of their summer in town--Katya performing solo one week, Alaska the next, and then a third week just for vacation--Jinkx had set them up with a realtor who, they said, worked with all the queens. Jinkx had been performing here all summer for years.

"The house is perfect," Alaska said. It was slightly run down in that beach house way, and the windows caught the breeze off the water. "There are so many hangers and wig forms, queens must stay there all the time."

"Think of all the filthy hookups that have happened on your bed," Jinkx said. "As soon as we all have a mutual day off, you have to come with me to see the sunset at Herring Cove."

"Deal," Alaska said.

A well-tanned waiter asked Jinkx what they wanted to drink. Alaska told him to add it to her tab.

"Well, there goes the neighborhood," another familiar voice said.

"Varla Jean!" Alaska stood up to hug Varla and her husband and pet their dog. They already had a flyer from Katya, who had disappeared down the street to hawk some more. All part of the job.

"Are we still on for this weekend?" Varla's husband asked as they pulled up chairs and joined the table. Varla had been a Provincetown grande dame for literal decades, so she owned a little house here. They'd invited Alaska and Katya for brunch and an afternoon by the (minute, Varla had warned them) pool.

"Fuck yes," Alaska said. "I'm sure brunch will be lovely but I cannot wait to jump in a pool, my God."

"Always 15 degrees hotter on Commercial Street," Varla said. "I warned you!"

"So did I," Jinkx said.

"Everybody warned me! Katya warned me while I was getting dressed! I promise I've learned my lesson and I'll wear nothing but hot pants and flip-flops tomorrow."

Varla's husband spotted someone they knew and waved him over. It turned out to be the host of the longest-running show in town. Alaska was excited to meet him. She'd heard a lot.

"So you really can sit in one place and run into everyone you know," Alaska said.

They all said yes with varying degrees of enthusiasm and disgust. Alaska ordered them drinks. She decided she was going to like it here.

Her phone dinged. The text said, "DYING. Bring water and PT."

"I've been summoned," Alaska said.

"By the Art House," the next text said.

"I think she's trying to steal your customers," Alaska told Jinkx.

"Gasp!" Jinkx said. "I'll walk with you."

They all said goodbye. Alaska bought two bottles of water from the bartender and told him to keep her tab open and add anything the table wanted.

Water, paper towels, and flyers in hand, she and Jinkx strolled down the street. Absolutely nobody took notice. The day-trippers didn’t recognize them out of drag, the gays and the locals were either respectful of their privacy or unimpressed (mostly unimpressed, Alaska was sure), and the summer workers were too tired from their three full-time jobs.

Katya, of course, stood out.

"She really is trying to steal my customers!" Jinkx laughed when they saw where Katya was standing, right in front of a poster of Jinkx and her pianist.

"Oh my God, thank you," Katya said. "Look! I've sweated out at least three gallons and I'm ruining my flyers!" She grabbed the water and started gulping down.

"But you look gorgeous," Alaska said as she took the damp and slightly warped flyers off of Katya's hands.

Jinkx waved and swung up onto their bike.

"See you tonight!" Alaska called.

Katya was still chugging. Alaska handed her another wad of paper towels.

"Dying," Katya said when she came up for air, and started patting her face.

"I'm sorry. I should have been helping you."

"You really were a distraction. I wanted to tear your ridiculous clothes off as soon as I saw the first bead of sweat fall from your brow." She opened the second bottle of water.

"Well, my break's over," Alaska said. "Go back and cool off before the show while I talk you up out here."

"You're the best," Katya said. "Lazy as fuck, but the best lazy fuck." She took off her heels, took back the flyers, and set off for the venue in her stocking feet, swinging the shoes by the fingers of one hand.

Alaska only watched her for a second. "Best drag in town!" she shouted. "One-week engagement starting tonight! She'll make you laugh, she'll make you cry, she'll make you sick! Massachusetts' own, beloved of RuPaul, Kataya Zamolodchikova!"

#rpdr fanfiction #alaska thunderfuck #katya zamolodchikova #katlasksa #fluff #canon compliant #ficlet #devoted #kamylove

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 104 - SBT

Here it is!

"When is she due, Micky?"

"A few days, maybe a week, now, Mum."

"And he's always holding her like that?"

"Yep… Holds her more than anythin' else. Even took his week off of work for her."

Mundy and Caroline were preparing a tray of tea and biscuits while Lucien was on the sofa, holding Perle on his lap.

"And how is it goin' with him?" She asked.

"Mum, he… He's amazing. I…" Mundy sighed and turned to look at Lucien, through the door. The Frenchman was absorbed by whatever he was saying to Perle and didn't pay attention to Mundy, leaning on his side on the doorframe. "I don't know how to say this."

"Just say it as it comes, Micky."

"Might come out weird."

"Micky, I'm you mum. I know you. You don't have to make excuses or anything."

Mundy leaned his head on the doorframe too.

"He's… perfect. He's everythin'. He's… Y'know, sometimes I think about how it was before."

"Before you met him?"

"Yeah, and even before we lost the farm, how I used to get mad at Dad and all… And then I look at Lu' and all this frustration that I had with Dad just… melts away. It's almost like it was worth gettin' mad and going to the desert for days if it meant that I'd get with Lu' in the end."

"Aw, Micky… Listen to you, big boy…"

"I-I'm sorry. Might be a bit too much, the way I said it."

"No, please…" Caroline joined him at the door. "Go on."

"I uh… When I think back, I wonder how I managed to live before him. And then I realise that…"

"That what, baby?"

"That I wasn't." He answered in a sigh. "Everythin' makes sense with him, and nothing does without him."

"Aw…"

"I don't even know if that makes sense."

"It does, Micky, oh it does…" Caroline turned to the whistling kettle and dealt with it.

"Really?" Mundy followed her.

"Yeah. I felt the same for your father back in the days."

"Not anymore?"

"O'course I still feel that way for him, that's why I stay with him. For better and for worse, in health and in sickness."

"Yeah… Never thought I'd get it one day, but now I do."

"And it made you grow into an even better man, this relationship with your Lu'."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You're so much more calm, and confident too! You used to be so shy and bottle up everythin'. Sometimes even I found it hard to understand you, Micky. But now, you open up more and you even talk about your feelings…! I didn't even know if or when you had a girlfriend or a companion…"

"Never really happened."

"Really?"

"No one came even close to what I'm havin' with Lu' now. It was just uh… y'know… Not more than a few hours, if we're both drunk…"

"Oh…"

"Yeah, 'm not proud of it." Mundy blushed. "But it was never something when I could have decent conversations, or even just feelings for the guy, or the sheila. It only happened with Lu'."

Caroline smiled sweetly at her son.

"Head over heels for him, you are, eh?"

"Yeah, at least." Mundy chuckled.

"By the way, did you think about what I told you the other day?"

Mundy raised an eyebrow but soon he understood his mother.

"Oh, yeah. But he's too busy with the kittens. Will give it more thought after."

"Fair enough. Now please, be a good boy and carry the tray for your old Mummy, yeah?"

"Sure."

Mundy obeyed and followed his mother to the living-room.

"Mon bébé… Oh? Tu as senti ça? C'est un petit! Ils sont presque prêts!"

[My baby… Oh? Did you feel this? That was a little one! They are nearly ready!]

Lucien had his hand on Perle's side, feeling the occasional kick of the young life brewing there.

"Meow!"

"Oui! Je l'ai senti encore!" He laughed and Perle brushed her head against him.

[Yes! I have felt it again!]

"Here we go for a cup of tea…" Caroline brought the tray.

"Mundy, did you think about-?" Lucien asked.

"Yeah, I did, Lu', I got an extra lil' bowl of water for Pearl, don't worry." Mundy and Caroline sat left and right from Lucien.

"Thank you." Lucien said and took the bowl Mundy handed him. He got it close to Perle who sat up and started lapping at the water.

"You seem very worried for her." Caroline gave Mundy his cup of tea. "Did she have a bad delivery in the past?"

"Not that I know of." Lucien answered. “But she must stay hydrated. She is drinking for four now, five including herself."

"There are four kittens?" Caroline asked.

"Oui, that is what the veterinarian said."

"Aw…"

"Lu' even has that book he's reading all the time about it."

"About what?" Caroline asked.

"Cat pregnancy." Lucien answered. "I want to be prepared for the delivery and to welcome the little ones. The bed is ready and waiting in our room, did Mundy show you?" Lucien asked.

"N-no, he didn't…?"

"Lu's a bit…"

"He says I am doing too much." Lucien said. "I am merely trying my best. It is an important event in the life of our baby here, so it is extremely important to me. Besides, it is exhausting for her, mentally and physically." Lucien scratched her, brushed her and pampered her all day long.

"I'm tellin' him he doesn't need to be such a mother hen but it's almost like he's gonna get the kittens…"

"We are, Mundy - oh, oui, ma chérie, voilà. Tu es fatiguée? Tu peux dormir, Papa veille sur toi."

[Yes, my darling, there you go. Are you tired? You may sleep, Papa is watching over you.]

Soot jumped on Mundy's lap to then lie next to his wife.

"Oui, Soot, tiens lui compagnie, brave garçon…"

[Yes, Soot, keep her company, good boy…]

"Even Soot is helpin', eh?" Caroline asked as she took a sip of her tea.

"Oui, he is an excellent future father. He bathes her everyday, thoroughly, and helps her stay warm."

Caroline smiled sweetly.

"May I ask, Caroline…"

"Yeah?"

"Any names you would suggest for the kittens?" Lucien asked.

"Oh, I… I don't really know. I'm not good with names…!"

"Yeah, you are, Mum." Mundy wrapped an arm around Lucien's shoulders. "You chose my name and I'll never complain about it."

"Mundy is so beautiful and exotic." Lucien added.

"Oh, well… I just liked the sound of it." Caroline chuckled. "But Lu', what does your name mean? Where does it come from?"

"Ah, well…" Lucien slowly leaned back on the sofa, paying attention to disturb Perle the Soot the least possible. "My mother told me that she was the one to choose this name for me. My father was missing when I was born. We learnt only later that he had passed. She chose Lucien because of the meaning. It comes from the Latin lux, which means 'light'. My name means 'the luminous one'. She named me thus, hoping that I would bring her the light of hope." He smiled, albeit with bittersweetness.

"That's very sweet…" Caroline said.

"Indeed, she was."

"Is she still…?"

"Non, she passed away a long time ago unfortunately."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thank you, Caroline."

"Carrie." Lucien's eyebrows jumped. "If I call you Lu', you can call me Carrie."

Mundy blushed from his end of the sofa.

"But enough about old stories and let's look at the future." Lucien looked at Perle, asleep on his lap. "I cannot wait for the little ones to get born."

"It'll be a lot of little mouths to feed, eh?" Caroline said.

"Oui, but it is all ready, aren't we, Mundy?"

"Hey, I raised the previous litter mostly on my own, eh? Did I do a bad job at it?"

"Well…" Lucien teased with a smirk.

"Well, what? Dare tell me they were badly raised, I dare ya!"

"They weren't badly raised but uhm, a few things could have been improved, I believe."

"What?!"

Caroline chuckled at the banter.

"You boys are made for each other."

Mundy blushed beyond his ears and Lucien's cheeks turned pink.

"Mum…!"

"You remind me of Mike and I when we were younger."

"By the way, how is he?" Mundy asked.

"Would you rather I left you alone?" Lucien asked.

"Nah, don't be silly." Caroline answered.

"I would perfectly understand." Lucien insisted.

"Lu', you're family." Caroline said and put her hand on Lucien's. "You need to know these things as much as Micky does."

She put her cup back on the tray and laid her hands flat on her knees.

"He's… Better, I think, in a way at least." Lucien and Mundy listened keenly. "He is talkin' again and living normally, so that's good."

"But…?" Lucien felt it coming.

"But he… He doesn't really wanna talk about you, Micky."

"What d'you mean?" The Aussie asked.

"Whenever I come back from visiting you, I always tell him that you're doin' fine and, y'know, give him the latest news. But he doesn't really react to any of it… He's hearin' me alright, eh, but he just doesn't answer anything."

Mundy lowered his head.

"Is he eatin' and sleeping well?" He asked.

"Yeah, like he used to. I sleep better too. But he's still a bit off for anything that concerns you."

Mundy sighed.

"I… I'm so sorry, Mum, I-I wish I could do somethin'... Other than leavin' Lu' that is, cause that's never gonna happen."

"I know, baby, I know." Caroline said. "I wish I could do something too."

"I might have an idea." Lucien said. "But I need to ask first, would Mike accept to see Mundy coming at your door?"

"I-I don't know." Caroline said. "You guys want to visit?"

"Just Mundy, I think my presence would be too much."

"No." Mundy answered. "We either go together or none of us go. He's got to understand I'm not ready to compromise on you, Lu'. I've always taken his side and taken it on my shoulders, his rants, his anger, everythin'. This time, I won't yield."

Lucien turned his head to face away for an instant. Caroline noticed it and frowned at Mundy for his bluntness. He blushed and looked where his mother was nodding at.

"I-I mean… I… Uh… Hm." Mundy took Lucien's hand in his and pulled it to his own chest. "It's both of us or no one, is all."

"I know, Micky." Caroline gently nodded. "But what was your idea, Lucien? Maybe we can make it work differently?"

-- A few days later, in the evening --

"Meow…"

"Oui, mon bébé, je sais, moi aussi je l'attends. Dad ne devrait plus tarder."

[Yes, my baby, I know, I am also waiting for him. Dad shouldn't be much longer.]

Lucien was sitting on the bed, in his pyjamas with his book about cat pregnancy in one hand. The other was busy petting Perle and Soot, scratching and lazily brushing their black and white fur. From time to time, he would turn a page and read whatever could make the passing of time less dull, under the night lamp.

Whenever some noise would interrupt his reading, his ears would prick up, along with Perle's and Soot's. But he knew that if Soot didn't move - and if Perle didn't try to - then, it wasn't Mundy yet.

Eventually, it did happen. Soot and Perle were bathing each other when the black male slithered out of bed.

"Meow…" Perle pushed herself on her paws to stand up.

"Ma chérie, non, regarde-toi, tu peux à peine tenir debout. Reste allongée avec moi, Dad et Soot vont venir, ne t'inquiètes pas."

[My darling, no, look at yourself, you can barely stand up. Stay on my lap with me, Dad and Soot will come shortly, don't worry.]

Perle meowed in protest but soon agreed with her Papa when she realised that her belly was too much of a burden to jump down the bed. She curled back on her Papa's lap and complained.

"Meoooow?"

"Why, you ask? Because you are bearing fragile children, mon bébé." He brushed her long, white hair and paid attention to never pressure her belly.

"Hey, luv'." Mundy entered the room while Soot slithered back on the bed. "Look at you, babies…" The Aussie removed his clothes to stay in a tank top and boxer shorts before joining Lucien and the cats in bed.

"Won't you be cold with only that?" Lucien asked.

"Nah, you and the cats keep me warm."

"Meow!" Perle raised her head and pushed herself to her feet.

"Bonsoir, mon amour."

[Good evening, my love.]

They exchanged a kiss and Lucien naturally used Mundy's shoulder as a pillow. Perle and Soot lay between them.

"Meow…?"

"Yeah, sorry, Pearl baby." Mundy scratched Perle on her head. "I was busy with work and all… The electricity cut on the workshop and a few other rooms. Turned out it was only a fuse in the end."

"It took you a long time…" Lucien complained and snuggled against his lover.

"Sorry, couldn't tell it was as simple as that at first." Mundy looked down his chest. Lucien was lying on his shoulder, Perle and Soot sharing his chest and stomach. "Look at all of you, I was only gone for a few hours, eh?"

"We missed you." Lucien said.

"Meow…!" The cats answered.

"Aw, sorry. Did I miss anythin'?"

"Perle is getting more and more tired."

"It's gonna be soon, eh?" Mundy answered as he laced his arm around Lucien.

"Oui. I can't wait but I am also apprehensive."

"Why?"

Lucien closed his eyes as he felt Mundy slide his fingers through his locks to scratch his scalp.

"We will be grandparents, Mundy."

The Aussie switched off the night lamp and Lucien put his book aside, on his night table.

"We were grandparents before, eh. It's not the first time."

"Oui, but this time we will attend the event of giving birth itself…! Last time, you saw the kittens days after their birth, and I? I saw them much later!" Lucien sighed with a smile. "We will see them open their eyes and… take their first steps, eat solid food for the first time…"

"You really talk about them as if they're your own babies, eh?"

"It is as close as it can ever get." Lucien answered.

"Would you… Would you have liked to have more children?" Mundy shyly asked and started regretting when he heard Lucien take a deep breath and sigh. In the darkness of the night, he couldn't see it, but Lucien frowned.

"I do not know. I don't think I want more children. I just… I would have loved Jérémy to…" Lucien didn't manage to finish his sentence. "Sometimes, I think about the future, not just for you and me, but the future beyond us. Once we pass, nothing will remain of us but a lifeless body. No one will carry our name, our values, us."

Lucien looked down and saw Perle and Soot had fallen asleep, forming one mass of fluff on Mundy's body.

"Yeah, guess you're right but you're also very wrong, baby." Mundy answered with a low voice, and pulled Lucien to rest his head on him. "You're the only reason some people made it through the war, you're the only reason some lives didn't end back then. You'll be remembered, for sure, and if you think about it, the simple existence of these people and their children is your doin', even though they're not your kids, eh."

"Maybe, but it is very impersonal. None of these people will have a part of me in them. But those kittens, as disturbing and mad as it sounds, these kittens do have a part of you and me, as much as Perle and Soot do."

"It's not mad, baby. It's the truth. I mean, I remember the first time I saw baby Pearl stop at a crossroad… That was madness." Mundy chuckled and Lucien smiled. "But also, that showed me what kind of man you were, and turned out you weren't so different from me."

"What do you mean?" Lucien asked as his eyes slowly closed.

"You showed me that you were a family man, a man who could care deeply for people, even though the suit, the tie, the balala-thingy and everythin' didn't show it much. Your heart was bigger than what it seemed and even if your attitude and all tried to hide it, your heart was still bigger and sweeter, baby."

"Aw… Mundy… Did you really think all that when you saw Perle stop at the crossroad?" Lucien's hand slowly slid to Mundy's chest and gently scratched it on the tanktop.

"Yeah, but thing is, I didn't stop to put it into words. But now you taught me to do it, and here we are."

"What, mon amour?"

"Remember I had that chat with you, a long time ago, and I told you that you managed to put words on things I couldn't. D'you remember that, doll?"

Lucien hummed and weakly nodded against his lover's chest, next to Perle's fluff.

"Well, back then, you said that it was because I was scared of lookin' inside me, scared of what I'd find. But now, I'm not, not anymore. I just… I feel like I've got my life together, and in my own hands. I have a beautiful, uh… I-I don't even know what to call you, I mean, boyfriend seems childish, partner sounds like we're doin' business…"

"What about lover?"

"It's nice but… You're more than that, Lu'. You're so much more. I grew up with you, I changed. I'm so much less shy now, I'm more confident and I feel like a proper man, with a family to take care of. Lu', you… You've made me a man."

Lucien opened his eyes and raised his head to Mundy.

"Mundy…? These are very strong words."

"Yeah, I know." Mundy frowned.

"Are you sure about this?" Lucien turned to his stomach to rest on his forearms. Mundy looked in his eyes and slid a hand on his cheek and through his long, silky hair.

"Yeah. I'm sure. You've changed me, Lu'. I'm more responsible now, I'm… I've always feared that day that I'd have a family on my shoulders. I can hardly take care of myself alone so takin' care of other people was just not possible. But I had it wrong in my head. O'course I can take care of a family. If the family is you, Pearl and Soot, yeah, I'll carry you all on my shoulders everyday if I have to. I just… I just love you."

Lucien smiled and pushed himself closer to Mundy, pressing his lips against his lover. The Aussie's hand gently pushed Lucien's hair away from his face.

"I love you too, mon amour."

Another quick peck was exchanged and Lucien laid his head on Mundy's shoulder. It didn't take them long to fall asleep.

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Cost of Kindness

Chapter II: Fear me not

By: sophi-s

Fandom: Darksiders video games

Words: 6373

Characters: Raphael, Original Character (OC)

Warnings: Blood and injury, suffocating, violence, Raphael is sad :(

Summary:

Nicola is quick to find trust in herself and quick to lose it. She doesn't realise however, that the man she fears sees something in her others cannot. And this something is what made him save her life again.

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Through the few short weeks, the apocalypse has taught the dying Humanity many different things. Resourcefulness, cunning, true strength of unity… and among other things, the cruel life had taught them, was bravery in its purest form. Bravery that isn't simply an absence of fear but the power to overcome it. Stay cool-headed even in the most extreme scenarios, allowing them to face down even the most horrifying demons and either get away mostly unscathed or sometimes even beat them if they were lucky. Without those traits, survival was nigh impossible these days.

This last very important lesson however, Nicola seemed to have quite spectacularly failed to learn. Even as lucky as she was - considering that she lived thus far - she never was the bravest creature in this God-forsaken world. Smart? Sometimes. Ingenious? Sure. But brave? Not really, no. Especially now, as she was staring up at the angel who she decided to trust not even a minute before and who has just ruthlessly murdered a demon with little to no remorse in a very, very sickening way. Her muscles refused to move as though Raphael had already used the spell of paralysis against her as she watched the corners of his mouth, previously quirked upwards in a small smile, slowly descend. His expression in the matter of seconds morphed into confusion when a quiet sob escaped her. This horrifying, agonized screeching was still ringing in Nicola's ears, the demon kept writhing before her eyes and she couldn't help but wonder.. what did it feel like? To have one's life drained like that. Because judging by the sounds the Goreclaw produced, it must've been truly torturous.

"Human…?"

The soft voice of Raphael snapped her out of this strange haze and the sight of his hand extended towards her once again made her heart jump and begin to race. Her mind was telling her that if Raphael wanted to harm her, he would've done it already. Besides, moments before the demon came, he healed the cut on her forehead demanding nothing in return. Only because he could and - for some reason - wanted. But the chilling claws of panic gripping her throat and the fight-or-flight instincts kicking in, screaming inside her head made the voice of reason merely an inaudible whisper drowning in the sea of primal fear of the possible approaching danger. And right now, her body definitely settled on "flight".

"No! "

She yelped and tried to get away but her heels met the corpse behind her and it caused her to trip over the husk of the once frightening demon. With an expression of shock, Raphael retracted his hand as her rear painfully met the tough and damp floor. There was utter horror gleaming in her emerald green eyes, matched by lack of comprehension in his.

"Why are you frightened?"

And he has the audacity to ask why. Nicola thought bitterly as she started to scramble away. At the first glance, Raphael seemed so kind, he was such a gentle soul. Even his face, despite the collapsed cheeks, has the most trustworthy look to it Nicola had ever seen. This kind is the worst. Makes you trust them, lower your guard.. It seems she'd conveniently forgotten about one fact she noticed moments after she found Raphael. He's completely, absolutely and utterly insane. Unpredictable. At first he couldn't even remember his own name or how he got here. Who can guarantee her that he won't have an abrupt change of heart and lash out at her? She wasn't going to take chances. Leaping up to her feet, Nicola blindly runs off into the dark pathway she initially emerged from, her shotgun left forgotten on the floor just as she heard an almost frantic-sounding call echoing from the haphazard hide-out alongside the sound of rustling feathers and cloth.

" NICOLAAA! "

To her, this shout may have as well been a roar of a Fallen that not so long ago nearly succeeded in ending her life. A golden hue on the walls glistening with wetness trembled and started to move. No one had to say that out loud for her to realise that the angel was actually chasing after her. And to think that merely seconds ago Raphael was struggling with standing up properly… The pain of her overworked legs was gone, forgotten. They carried Nicola like a completely different entity, moving on their own, tireless and strong with only one purpose. Get away. Survive. Escape.

How Nicola managed to get to the point where she started her sightseeing tour of the sewers without any source of light and without tripping over all those bodies she found before was a mystery even to her. Even the slickness of the ladder didn't phase her as she pushed the lid off and quite literally pounced out of the hole in the sidewalk like a puma. She only hoped she'd managed to lose her pursuit in the winding corridors. Placing the lid back where it belonged, Nicola immediately booked it for the nearest alley just to be sure.

Once she was more or less hidden, she leaned against a crumbling wall, breathed out silently and covered her mouth to muffle the uncontrollable sobs. She thought that for once she found something that wasn't about to end her where she stood but it seems that the Universe has taken it as a matter of some twisted honor to slaughter every single member of the human race. This is just unfair. Sure, there was a lot of people who deserved to be smited into oblivion by the God himself for what they'd done but if the apocalypse was supposed to be some kind of punishment, then for fuck's sake why does the entire race has to suffer for it?! How is this even fair ?!

It's not. That's how.

Nicola looked up at the night sky glittering with numerous stars, winking at her like thousands of watching eyes as tears spilled down her cheeks, leaving clean trails in the dust and grime. Eventually, her heartbeat started slowing down, her breath evening out and the adrenaline gradually receding from her system. Now she had a moment to clear her head and think. She had no doubts she can be forgiven for running away. Every person in their right mind would do the same in her situation. Nicola refused to die like this.. But on the other hand… This panic in Raphael's voice, the almost childishly innocent smile as he closed the cut on her skin and the gentleness to his every move as he tried to heal a defenseless kitten… God, this is so… so… Nicola couldn't even find the right word. Despite what the angel did to that Goreclaw, no one said he meant to hurt her too. He may be crazy but that doesn't mean he's a psychotic murderer. This was a demon and angels rightfully hate demons! In his mind there was most likely nothing wrong with that. Besides, she gave Raphael no reason to think of her as a target. All of the sudden, Nicola felt unbelievably foolish for running off like that. Raphael saved her life after all. And she acted nothing if not horribly ungrateful. Should I go back? She'll have to anyway. In a hurry, she left her weapon back down there and Haven was short on those… Dang it…

She sighed. It honestly made her feel like a moron. Damned survival instincts… Sure, they were keeping her alive all the time but sometimes they were just so incredibly annoying. Why would they make her run away from someone who protected her even though he had no reason to do so and nothing to gain from it? From the first angel who seemed to care what fate befalls her? Goodness me, this is so stupid… Nicola shook her head and was about to walk back to the entrance to the sewer when she noticed something in an adjacent alley. Seeing a pair of hungry yellow lights slowly moving closer to her, just above the ground made her heart drop. Her sight has long got used to darkness and so it took her only a fraction of a second to notice curved, black horns above them, long and spindly arms on either side of a slender body ending in a long, scaly lube. A snake-like tail…

With a pounding heart, Raphael quickly moved through the sewer that has long ago turned into his hide-out. Tracking down the strange little human who unexpectedly visited him in his "lair" was harder than it seemed. She was way faster than he would have given her credit for. By all means, in her short legs she shouldn't be that quick. Fear does strange things to people.. But why was she afraid? This short meeting was inarguably the most wonderful thing that happened to him ever since he left the White City. He couldn't quite remember how long ago it was but definitely too long for his taste. All he recalled was the horrible, sharp bite every time he repeated the ritual to finish his greatest creation, followed by a short-lived feeling of elation soon to be replaced by deathly cold within the centre of his being. Each time getting worse and worse until he couldn't stand it anymore. Quickly descending into madness caused by never-ending pain and the chill of his damaged soul, the invisible wound in his chest as cold as a forgotten grave, he knew he can't keep doing this. And so, after having lost his purpose, there was no reason for him to stay anymore. He refused to disappoint his brethren.

You've fulfilled your task. They don't need you anymore.

Raphael halted for a moment, blinking to try and chase away the taunting whisper in the back of his head. It is not true.

"You're wrong. They do. More than ever…"

In the premature Endwar, Heaven's Legions probably wished he was with them. But that doesn't change a thing. He's not going back. Not after he failed to save Ithuriel as an unexplainable surge of panic paralyzed both his hands and his magic. It still sometimes haunts his damaged memories… The young warrior slowly languished from a poisoned wound, grew weaker and weaker with every moment and the archangel couldn't move, couldn't even speak to call for help. Just.. stood there and watched unable to act. Until… A painful twinge through his chest made him wince. No. He can never allow something like this to happen again. He cannot fail them.. He refused to let anyone down like that. Ever.

Frankly speaking, Raphael started to wonder when he'd taken to talking to himself. Solitude clearly wasn't serving him… It's been so long since he had anyone to speak to and even longer since his mind felt this clear. This woman, Nicola, told him she is a human. Considering what has happened to the Third Kingdom, Raphael found it hard to believe. But the spark of life in her soul… it really did feel human. She wasn't a fiend from the Black Depths, nor was she of his own kin. Earth was where she belonged. But there was something in her… something so oddly familiar.. soothing. A flame like those burning in hearts of Heaven's people, just somehow fainter. Only a small fraction of it. Maybe her soul belonged to an angel before it was purged by the Well? Who knows?

But that aside, she was still human. And so, it might as well make her the last survivor of her race and the first creature to show him a lick of sympathy ever since he chose the path of a hermit. The Balance was in danger and this human was imperative for its preservation. For the first time in decades, Raphael felt needed. He had a purpose again. No one was forcing him to do this but the words in a caring tone leaving Nicola's mouth and clear concern for his well being even though she barely knew him for a couple of minutes were something he has been so… so dreadfully missing. As confused as he was by her attitude, he couldn't deny that it was… nice. How long has it been since someone expressed clear worry for him? Too long… The archangel wished this odd mortal near even if for just a short moment because strangely enough, her kindness directed specifically to him somehow eased the never-ending suffering and helped him focus his thoughts that kept running rampant without control whenever he couldn't busy himself with something other than the hole in his chest. And now they were focused on one goal. Find the human.

Raphael waved his bandaged hand through the air before him to invoke a spell and frowned when he detected the familiar presence he was searching for somewhere over his head. She must've left for the city above him. Right where she's out in the open for demons to pick out. Why did she run?

She knows what you are. And she is just a human. Of course she would run like a coward.

No. Raphael brushed this poisonous voice off. Believing in a single word it says will mean his failure. If he does, he will be doomed. Forever lost in the depths of insanity. No matter.. Channeling his magic, Raphael warped and reappeared amidst the sorrowful ruins of the city once inhabited by hundreds of humans. A wave of fresh air hit him in the face and for a moment made his head feel like it was spinning. His eyes opened wide when he took a huge gulp of oxygen. He never realised how sweet it can taste. After such a long time in the damp darkness… The stars peered down at him from the moonless sky, shining like shattered diamonds woven into black velvet. Enchanting and stunningly beautiful. If it wasn't so dangerous out here, Raphael would've surely been more eager to leave the dark pit he was stuck in to marvel at the Earth's still present beauty but such as it was… The moment he let his eyes wander across the vast expanse of the Earthen sky, his feathers bristled at the sound of a shrill cry of fear that tore the silence asunder. A cry of a female voice. Familiar voice. It could only mean one thing. His heart skipped.

Rushing towards the source of the scream, Raphael soon discovered the reason right behind a corner. The same human that indulged him in a much needed interaction, that calmed his restless spirit, was now struggling against the tightening coils of a serpentine body of a demon sorcerer which apparently has picked her as its midnight snack. Already feeling a mist of rage fall over his mind, Raphael shook his head to shrug it off for a little longer. Keeping his head as cool as he could, he performed a gesture with his hands as a string of words in his mother tongue slipped past his lips and his vision zeroed on the Shadowcaster.

Nicola was absolutely sure these were her final moments on this horrible, horrible world when the Shadowcaster jumped at her from a nook and wrapped its tail around her to try and strangle the life out of her like a gigantic, twisted constrictor snake, and watch her perish in suffering. What an awful way to die. Seeing the wicked grin of this malformed face as the last thing before her consciousness leaves her for good. Nicola hoped that if she had to die, then at least she would be sent off by a friendly face… But it seems that God denied her even this last, small comfort.. She fought ferociously against the crushing pressure that was successfully preventing her from catching another breath but to no avail. Her lungs felt as though they had been set on fire and her desperate wriggling only made the demon laugh excitedly as it whispered something she couldn't understand. She didn't have to though. Something told her it was nothing nice.. Dark spots started to gather in the corners of her vision and slowly encase her mind in darkness and she has already come to terms with the fact that this time she isn't getting out of this one alive when… the hold the Shadowcaster had on her loosened.

Taking a wheezing breath, Nicola fell over, still trapped in the coils of the scaly body. What? Once her vision cleared out a little, she saw her attacker lying stiff like a statue with its nasty eyes, previously burning with malice, now opened wide in shock and a web of golden lights crawling across its skin spoke for itself. Before any coherent thought could form in her head she was suddenly yanked free from the demon's grasp by an invisible force. A small cry escaped her when she felt a sharp sting on her thigh where the monster held her with its claws and soon she was gently deposited on the ground. Looking up into a pair of big, white eyes blinking down at her upside down from underneath a green, ragged hood.

"Raph-... phael…?"

She gasped to let her crushed lungs expand properly, though she needed no answer. It was him. He did follow her. And he saved her bacon. Again. Nicola truly wanted to laugh. If there were any doubts still left in her mind that Raphael is a friend before, they disappeared at this very moment. You bloody idiot, you ran from a dude who was trying to protect you and almost got yourself killed in the process. Nicola scolded herself inwardly as she struggled to breathe properly. No running again. Although she was most glad to see Raphael, she immediately noticed something was wrong. He was looking at her but without this soft smile. His eyebrows were knitted together in an expression of worry and… guilt? Why the…? And that's when she noticed that his eyes were flicking between her face and the spot on her leg which was quickly starting to grow warm and wet. Craning her neck to see, Nicola nearly choked once she caught the sight of three deep gashes torn into her flesh. And they were spurting about a lot of blood… Like.. a lot.

"You're bleeding… Hurt…"

His hesitant words only confirmed that it wasn't a hallucination caused by oxygen deprivation. Nicola bit her lip and tried to find that healing shard in her pocket but between being nearly choked to death, her empty stomach, sharp pain and seeing that amount of blood leaving her injured appendage she felt too dizzy to keep her head up and laid back down on the ground with a miserable mewl.

"In the eyes of our blessed Father, your days are numbered, foul beast.."

She heard Raphael hiss through his teeth once he looked up towards the place where the Shadowcaster was surely still face planting under the influence of the spell and his troubled frown turned into a scowl. There was this weird sound once more. Oh my God, he's doing it again… Nicola gulped, already preparing for the round two. Even though she was certain now that she had nothing to fear from him, it still doesn't mean she liked what she saw back then when the Goreclaw jumped her. She was already hearing the screeches of the demon even before they could come to be but this time no such thing happened. Something was different. The light that coalesced around Raphael's hand was not green but golden as the magic vibrated through the air once again. Everything lasted but a second. And instead of a series of pained shrieks, Nicola heard a single, sickening crunch. And then silence. Nothing more. Whatever happened, it was quick and mostly quiet. Probably because they were outside and more demons undoubtedly prowled nearby, and Raphael was definitely smart enough to realise that. Thank goodness… Nicola breathed before she saw the shimmering stars swimming before her eyes quickly starting to disappear along with her hearing. Soon, she slipped her eyelids closed in spite of the pain in her leg and found herself sliding into the dark. Hold on. Just a little longer.. Just… a little…

… longer…

If anything could be said about Shadowcasters, was that their skeletons, as flexible as they are, characterize with astonishing brittleness. One flick of Raphael's wrist was more than enough to snap its neck and give it a far quicker and more merciful death than it deserved. He couldn't allow himself for another drain as it would bring half of the Horde bearing down on both him and the wounded human at his feet. Besides, he didn't feel in need of its energy. The human…

Looking down at her, Raphael felt his heart cease for a second. She was lying there on her back, pale and motionless, her intricate green eyes shut. Alive, the blaze in her soul flickering, but clearly unconscious. Blood was still oozing from the wound he himself had made because of the spontaneous decision to wrench her free from the fiend's hold. He wasn't careful enough and failed to notice that the demon dug its talons into her skin. The archangel had seen a fair share of pain. He used to be the head healer back in the White City after all. The number of warriors he'd pulled out of the cold clutches of death was impossible to count. But somehow this was different. The poor woman was defenseless, weak and delicate. She couldn't even fight the demon that tackled her.

Azrael was right. Humans are very, very fragile.. Compared to other races, they were frighteningly easy to crush. Anything could kill them. From eating something wrong, through illnesses, to even falling into the water. Truth be told, Nicola was the first human Raphael had met in person and he didn't want her to be his last. Just stay calm. Don't panic… Not now… Kneeling down next to her, so small in comparison to him, Raphael gingerly peeled the torn trouser leg off the wound and placed his quivering hand over it, concealing the whole thing with his palm. His magic began to flow into the human once again to seal the torn flesh but there was very little time he had.

He barely managed to lessen the bleeding when a sound of a distant roar and a crash of a car being tossed aside, reached his ears. His head snapped up as his eyes darted around, searching for the owner of this cry. He would recognise it even in his sleep, even if the last scraps of his sanity left him. A Trauma was somewhere nearby. No doubt heading in this direction, attracted by the commotion and possibly the smell of blood as well. And a Trauma he couldn't afford to fight right now. Those things are hearty enough to break through his magic and get to him before he is able to put them down. Scooping up Nicola into his arms, Raphael wrapped his dusted wings around both her and himself and with a single arcane word they both vanished, leaving only a trace of quickly dissipating golden glow in their wake.

How long had she been out, Nicola couldn't tell. All she knew that she felt as though someone ran into her with a car. Her breaths were shallow and her heart was beating way too fast for comfort. Groaning quietly, she laid her arm over her face before opening her eyes. To see a dark, damp ceiling gently illuminated by a warm light. Where the Hell-...? The last second before the blackout came back to her like a punch to the gut. The Shadowcaster. Raphael.. With a startled gasp, she shot up, looking about, promptly regretting her decision when the world started to spin again. And to her utter astonishment, she was once again in the small section of the sewers where she met Raphael, settled on some ratty blankets and covered with another one that fell from her chest the moment she stirred.

"Keep still.."

She heard and nearly jumped when she felt a hand fall onto her shoulder and gently coax her into lying down again. And honestly, with how nauseous and weak she felt, Nicola wasn't about to resist and let herself be lowered to the ground. Unsurprisingly now, she saw the familiar scrawny angel sitting cross-legged next to her and staring intensely at her with those big, disturbingly hollow eyes. He brought her back into his hidey-hole? It looks like it.. Why exactly however, Nicola couldn't tell. And there wasn't much she could read from those eyes. A couple of seconds passed. A minute. Two. Five. And he still kept staring. The awkward silence continued until Nicola decided to break it by clearing her throat.

"Uh… what's up, buddy?"

If she wasn't feeling like shit, Nicola would've burst out laughing when she saw Raphael look up at the ceiling confused but she really didn't have strength to explain that this was just an expression. Chucking to herself quietly, she rubbed her eyes with pads of her fingers to clear her blurry sight a little when again her stomach loudly demanded nutrition. And the poor angel who was still looking at the ceiling quite literally jumped away and glared at her abdomen distrustfully when it "growled at him". Seems like angels know as little about humans as humans about them…

"What… was that.?"

Carefully pulling herself up to a sitting position, miserably failing to stop a fit of giggles - even though it pulled her sore muscles over her ribs - Nicola waved her hand dismissively. Any fear she once felt in the presence of Raphael was gone now. Not only did he rescue her twice but the way he was getting confused or spooked by literally anything Nicola did - purposefully or not - was just somewhat endearing.

"I'm just hungry.. I haven't eaten for a whole day.."

"Oh… hungry… hmmmm… Yes.."

Raphael murmured, seemingly a little embarrassed by the whole situation and twisted his body around to reach for something. Furrowing her eyebrows, Nicola tried to shift to see what exactly he was doing back there but she didn't see a lot. At least not until he turned to face her again and very slowly - like he was afraid he would frighten her again - extended his hand to her. And in his palm sat a paper bag where undoubtedly Nicola's sandwich was. Hesitantly, she reached for the packet that rustled encouragingly and a faint, pleasant smell of cheese, ham and pickled cucumbers emerged from within. A nice change from the stench around. It wasn't much but made her mouth water nonetheless.

"Thanks.. though I'd be glad if you didn't go through my things. Okay?"

"Okay…"

He replied with a nod and sat down again, watching Nicola devour - not eat - devour half of her sandwich in a few bites. Goodness, she was so hungry she could eat a horse.. However, halfway through something beside Raphael's thigh caught her attention. There, next to his knee sat a small cat. The same back and white kitten the angel was taking care of before. Looking at her with those blasted big, green eyes with pupils expanded almost to the point where its irises weren't visible and hungrily licking the sides of its mouth. At first she tried to ignore it. But the cursed look cats, especially the little ones, can give! The longer it stared at her, the more sure she was that she doesn't have the appetite anymore.. Goddamnit. Pulling a slice of ham out of her sandwich - the only part that would be of interest to it - Nicola clicked her tongue and offered the food to the kitten.

"Here, little buddy.. Come here."

I'm too soft for my own good. One day, some cat will be the death of her… Carefully and slowly, the kitten approached her, sniffing the piece of meat before snatching it out of her hand and retreating into the safe place behind Raphael to consume the gift. Cats can smell good people from a mile. Looks like she was wrong to ever doubt Raphael had anything but good intentions. Smiling slightly, the angel reached out to the cat and brushed his knuckles against the black fur around a new scar on its back. The loud and comforting purr interrupted only by an occasional swallow rung out and made even Nicola smile as she finished her own food. Even with how meager her snack was, hopefully it was going to last her at least until she finds her way back to Haven. One day of poor eating wasn't going to kill her after all.

When she was done, she peeled back the blanket to examine her injured leg. Nicola pulled a face at the three - even if mostly closed - claw marks on her thigh and the bloodied trouser leg. It didn't look that bad anymore but she could imagine that it would definitely slow her down. The slightest move was causing her mild discomfort. Running and walking anywhere is definitely off the table for now. Still, Nicola much preferred the dull ache that was now in place of excruciating throbbing.

There was no doubt in her mind that this is all once again thanks to the kind, even if a bit unhinged, angel who was now sitting beside her with a quietly purring kitten nested on his lap as he kept stroking its head and back and murmuring something to himself in a strange, melodic language Nicola couldn't understand but found beautiful and enchanting nonetheless. She watched Raphael for a few moments, listening to his deep, soothing voice that made her feel a bit sleepy. After the apocalypse Nicola rarely slept well because of nightmares. And it showed. But before she inevitably dozed off, she felt she had to say something.

"So uh…"

She started, successfully getting his attention, judging by how his eyes shifted to look at her.

"Um… Thanks. For… for everything I guess.."

For a whole minute Raphael didn't answer, simply watched her with his head tilted to the right, a silent question in his eyes. Nicola scratched the back of her neck awkwardly and decided to clarify.

"You know.. for saving my butt two times now, treating me.. And sorry I ran away. I was scared, you got pretty spooky with that Goreclaw back then…"

"Oh…"

He replied with raised eyebrows.

"Forgive me then… I did not mean to frighten you…"

"Oh, no no no, you don't have to be sorry, it's okay! I'm not scared anymore.."

Nicola assured him quickly. Making him feel bad for it wasn't her intention at all.

"Seriously though. Thank you.."

She repeated with a grimace when she tried to shift to a more comfortable position but the ache in her leg made it significantly more difficult. With an empathetic look to his face, Raphael steadied her by returning his hand to her shoulder and moving the other - already radiant with his Heavenly magic - to her wound. The prickly sensation came back, bringing relief in pain as he sighed tiredly.

"This is.. my duty…"

As surprising as it was, Nicola couldn't deny that Raphael seemed to have changed in some way since she found him absolutely deranged. Now he seemed a little more… collected. Focused. Calmer. But simultaneously even sadder and very jumpy. Still, he remained as mysterious as he did before. But maybe if he retains this composure, Nicola could pry something from him about his background. Why is he here alone? What happened to him? How did he get here? There were way too many questions to ask at once but she had to start with something.

"Your duty? You're some sort of a… uh, what shoudma' call it? Doctor, medic, something like that?"

Despite the question being seemingly innocent and harmless, Raphael reacted by turning his eyes down to look at his hands as he flexed his fingers a couple times with a barely noticeable wince twisting his lips. His answer was so quiet that Nicola barely caught it.

"... was… I left.."

"Huh? Wh- why?"

At that, Raphael looked up at her, again with this tortured gleam in his eyes that made her heart squeeze painfully and shyly pointed at Nicola's side.

"It hurts.."

He chimed as she stared at her own hip in confusion. Again, the angel was making no sense. Her side didn't hurt for one, and two, it can't have been the reason why he left… whatever he left to abandon his previous life. A little startled that maybe he knew something she didn't, Nicola probed the place he pointed out but all she could feel was the healing shard in her… in her pocket… All of the sudden she recalled what Raphael told her before.

Hesitantly, she dug the glowing crystal out of her vest and lifted it for Raphael to see better and asked a wordless question which he answered almost immediately.

"The shards… they hurt me.."

This was probably the lowest Nicola's eyebrows have ever descended, making the look of confusion on her face even more blatant. I thought they were supposed to be healing shards? Why would something made to heal one person hurt another?

"How?"

With an expression of anguish, Raphael placed his hand over his chest and took a small gasp of air as if to make his point.

"I created them.. and some of them hurt…"

The revelation made Nicola's jaw fall slack. She'd been suspecting this before when Raphael referred to the crystal as "his" shard but hearing the confirmation almost had her gag. How many times a healing shard has saved either her or someone else from the Tree, she couldn't count on both of her hands. After Ulthane snatched her from the Fallen's talons it took the large one to heal her and make sure she survives afterwards and still it shattered after it served its purpose. At this very moment, no one could ever convince her that the sad, mad angel before her is evil in any way. With a huff of disbelief she shook her head, shifting her gaze between Raphael and the shard.

"Wait, hold up, you made those?! Oh.. my God, I could kiss you, my dude."

A very undignified snort almost escaped Nicola when she saw the face Raphael made. Something between astonishment, horror and curiosity. She remained oblivious to how improper it sounded in his ears. He cocked his head again. Goddamnit. Every time he does that, Nicola just… can't. It constantly reminds her of a puppy looking at some bizarre wonder of nature.

"But.. why would you want to do this..?"

"It's an expression. In other words, I wanted to say I can't thank you enough. How did someone like you ever end up in… like- like this?"

Nicola said "like this" in the last moment before she could say "in such a shitty situation" because she realised just in time how inappropriately awful this sounds, considering they're in the damned sewers. I'll have to learn to stop accidentally making jokes.. For some reason Jones absolutely adored her for it, unlike most of her friends who kept either groaning or facepalming every time and begging her to stop before they kicked a bucket from the sheer badness of her jests. The kitten in Raphael's lap meowed in annoyance when it lost the touch of the angel, coaxing him to keep smoothing out its fur still stained with dried blood. He did, and Nicola didn't miss that he was deliberately avoiding her gaze.

"Long story.. very long.."

"That's alright, we have time!"

The words left her mouth before she could stop them. Her curiosity was just too strong. Besides, Nicola wasn't going anywhere anytime soon with how her leg was fairing (just thinking about how worried Ulthane and the rest have to be made her a little sick) and she honestly doubted Raphael is going anywhere either. But the way it came out made her sound like she was prying to get to something the angel clearly wished to keep to himself. Whether because it was something to be ashamed of or something very unpleasant to speak of. In honesty, Nicola was sure he would scowl at her for this but he simply looked away with a grim look on his face. And it was even worse because it made her feel awful.

"Oh… sorry, if you don't wanna talk about it then it's alright! You don't have to tell me."

"Another time.. rest now."

He hummed and extended one finger towards Nicola's forehead. Before she had time to ask him what he was doing, he lightly poked her right between her eyebrows and all of the sudden she felt unbelievably drowsy. She blinked a couple of times but everything was starting to double before her eyes which were closing all by themselves. With a wide yawn Nicola soon fell into the embrace of magical slumber Raphael called upon her.

He caught her before she could fall down and lowered her onto the blankets to let her sleep in peace. The poor human needed her rest to make up for the amount of blood she lost merely an hour before. Sitting back, Raphael settled for keeping a silent vigil over her until magic wore off. What am I going to do with you? He wondered. For some reason he felt so inexplicably drawn to her and couldn't help it. Something about her was just easing in the pain and warming up the empty void in his tormented soul, even if only a little. The small animal he rescued before rubbed its fuzzy head against his hand and started to knead the fabric of his trousers with its laughably tiny claws that compared to demons' talons were nothing. Still, it stung a tiny little bit. Despite this, Raphael let it curl up in his lap again and fall asleep as well while he watched the human woman and the strange spark dancing within her like a candlelight.

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Chapter II is done! Getting angsty. And say hi to Raphael's kitty. Isn't it cute? :3

Also, here's part 1 if you haven't seen it yet.

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